"The dead are coming home" When these words came out of the little widow's mouth, the villagers were in an uproar for a while, and some of them were already scared.
If it were said from other people's mouths, the villagers might think it was nonsense and ignore it.
But this little widow is different.
There are some weird past events in her.
The young widow's name is Yang Aimei.
She married to Mengjiazhuang at the age of nineteen.
Her husband digs coal in a coal mine.
Although the salary is not much, her life is relatively stable.
But one day during the day, Yang Aimei was sitting under a persimmon tree, doing some needlework with a group of women in the village.
Suddenly she foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground in convulsions.
Someone pinched her and she was revived.
When she woke up, she was still alive.
Said something "The man is dead and will come back."
Strangely enough, the man's ashes were delivered to the village that afternoon.
It turned out that there was a mining accident.
After this incident, the villagers said that she was evil-mouthed and they all avoided her.
She rarely appeared in public and always hid at home.
Unexpectedly, something happened tonight.
The villagers carried the little widow to Meng Qingshan's house with all their hands.
Meng Qingshan checked and determined that her muscles and bones were bruised.
After some treatment, she was not dead.
But her house collapsed after all, and she had nowhere to go.
With the mediation of the village chief, she imagined letting the little widow live in Meng Qingshan's house.
As a doctor, Meng Qingshan couldn't refuse because he had a spare room in his family, so he agreed, and the villagers carried the little widow over.
Meng Fan, the young widow, also knew about her.
She was quite handsome, and she was a woman who could leave a deep impression at just one glance.
After he returned home, he saw the little widow lying at home.
He asked his father about the situation, but he had no objection.
The little widow knew that she was causing trouble to the Meng family, and she was sweet-mouthed.
When she saw Meng Fan, she called her brother.
Everything seemed normal.
She didn't seem to remember what she said about the dead going home.
The next day, although it didn't rain, the sky was still covered with thick clouds.
It was a cloudy day and it might rain even more.
Meng Fan wanted to repair the two damaged paper figures, but he couldn't find suitable materials for a while, so he decided to make do with them until he got through the busy farming season.
Afterwards, he sat up and meditated cross-legged.
After all, he had just broken through to the second level of condensation.
He still needed to strengthen his skills to cope with harvesting corn for the villagers at night.
After all, more than thirty acres of land consumed a huge amount of energy.
Yes, I don’t know if I can hold on.
Also because of the corn harvest, the Meng family became lively today, with many people visiting.
The first person to come was the neighbor Lao Wang.
In the yard, he stuffed a basket of steaming meat buns into Meng Qingshan’s hands, then rubbed his hands and said with some embarrassment: “I know my eldest nephew likes to eat meat.
I made a pot of steamed buns early in the morning.
The buns made by my mother-in-law are famous in the village.
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Also, Lao Meng, we have been neighbors for a long time, so don’t take some things to heart. " "What's the matter?"
This old Wang was so attentive for nothing, which made Meng Qingshan wary.
"Hi," Lao Wang sighed, and said rather remorsefully, "My cow had a cold two days ago.
Yes, he had a cold and couldn't do heavy work, so he said some unpleasant things.
That's not me. original intention.”
"What do I think it is?"
Meng Qingshan waved his hand, not caring at all, "There is no need for you to work.
There is no son's robot here.
Farm work is just trivial."
"Hehe."
When Lao Wang heard the word robot, his eyes brightened, "It's great to have a robot.
Look, it rained heavily all night.
The corn fell down, the road was washed away, and my bullock cart also I can’t leave, I still have two acres of confiscated land, Lao Meng, look at it.”
"Well" Meng Qingshan didn't expect Lao Wang to be waiting for him here, "I have to ask my son about this."
"Okay, okay."
Lao Wang nodded hurriedly, "I have already signed up with the village chief and paid the money according to the rules.
What I mean is, can I harvest my corn first?
It will not be good if it rots in the ground. " "Let's take a look."
Meng Qingshan did not agree directly.
"Those meat buns are stuffed with cured meat.
They are salty and fragrant, tsk tsk."
Lao Wang said and looked into the room again, "You can eat two for my sister, just say they are from me."
Lao Wang lingered for a while and saw that Meng Qingshan didn't like to talk to him anymore, so he left.
Unexpectedly, just after Lao Wang left, Zhang Chungeng, the son of the dead carpenter Zhang, came again, bringing tools for carpentry.
He was in his twenties, very simple-looking, and not very talkative.
He called out to Meng Qingshan.
Uncle, he helped Meng Qingshan repair it without saying a word.
He picked up the worn-out deck chair and seemed to be still not satisfied with repairing it.
He walked back into the house and knocked on all the wooden furniture.
Finally, seeing that there was nothing left to repair, he said in a daze: "Uncle, I Let me make you another stool."
"Chungeng, if you have anything to say, just say it."
Meng Qingshan patted Zhang Chungeng on the shoulder and said with great distress, "Your father made the bed at home.
What a good craftsmanship, but it's a pity that your father made it."
"Uncle" Zhang Chungeng is an honest man.
He doesn't seem to be good at asking for help.
He said in a weak voice, "The corn has fallen to the ground and will rot if I don't harvest it.
I want Brother Meng Fan to help me."
"No problem, I'll tell Meng Fan."
Meng Qingshan readily agreed, and was about to tell Meng Fan, but unexpectedly, Meng Fan walked out on his own at this time.
"Brother Chungeng."
Meng Fan also looked embarrassed, "Do you have any sturdier wood on hand?
Can you lend me a few?"
"Yes."
Zhang Chungeng nodded, turned around and left without saying a word.
After a while, he came back with a bundle of wood and carefully put it on the ground, "Is this enough?
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The best peach wood is not enough for the home." besides."
"That's enough."
Meng Fan's eyes lit up when he saw it was peach wood.
He picked up two sticks with a smile and walked into the house.
Peach wood is also called Dragon Subduing Wood and Ghost Horror Wood.
It is the most widely used material to ward off ghosts and ward off evil spirits. , using this to reinforce the paper man is a good use of everything.
"Brother Meng Fan," Zhang Chungeng asked again anxiously.
"Don't worry."
Meng Fan happily returned to the house carrying the wood.
"Thanks" Zhang Chungeng grinned after hearing this.
He, who had always been honest and dull, had a rare smile on his face.
After Meng Qingshan sent Zhang Chungeng away, many villagers came to the house, and they all carried things.
The things were not very valuable.
Most of them were eggs, walnuts, potatoes, peanuts, etc., which were common in farmers.
There are so many things that the family can hardly keep them.
Looking at these things, Meng Qingshan took a deep breath, and a feeling of pride emerged from his heart.
Although he has a good reputation in the village and has received gifts from patients, he has never seen such a large-scale gift-giving scene.
Moreover, those people not only gave him gifts, but were also very polite and respectful to him, which made him He suddenly felt like he was a high official.
Seeing the endless stream of people giving gifts, although he pretended to be serious on his face, he felt happy in his heart.
This kind of honor is something that even the village chief cannot dream of.
Of course, there were also people who came empty-handed, with doubts in their eyes.
They seemed to have little confidence in Meng Fan's robot.
But when they saw the corn piled up like a hill in the Meng family's yard, they couldn't help but believe it.
They turned around and brought gifts.
Meng Qingshan couldn't bear to accept it and stuffed it into his arms.
"Glorious lintel wow" Meng Qingshan couldn't help but admire it.
He had long forgotten the disappointment and anger he felt when he saw Meng Fan studying the paper man's pamphlet.
Just as he was sighing to himself, unexpectedly, the village chief also came, carrying something in his hand.
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