It's a little hard to wear this wish quickly

Chapter 137 Takeshita Cao's Family 32
The Cao family is really fearless, well, it can be considered that they died well enough that there is no need to worry about it.

Removed someone's tombstone and used it as a water tank
I have to say that the taste is really strong.

Couldn't help but ask in the interview: "Is the water in this kind of tank particularly cool and delicious?"

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Third Cao: "It's true."

He always thought it was because of the groundwater in his home, but he found out in the end.
want to cry.

Who knew that the thunder at home today was planted decades ago.

I greeted my indifferent father several times in my heart.

I started to worry about my livelihood again.

It is said that people have been busy and worrying about various things since birth, and they have no time to be free, and they can only rest completely after death.

Ok.

This is true.

This is true of the vast majority of people.

But he has to bear the consequences for what his parents did. Not only will he not be able to sleep peacefully after death, but he has to work hard for the food and clothing of the whole family as he did when he was alive.

Ugh.

I don't know if this underworld provides job opportunities for the poor and needy households.

His face was bitter like a bitter melon.

There are words engraved on several sides of the water tank.

The only grandma who lived in that era asked three questions again.

Pei Yuhuan carefully read the writing on the wall.

Without exception, they are all epitaphs, and they are not the same person.

But all lived 300 years ago.

She watched very intently, as if a picture appeared in front of her eyes.
It was a sea of ​​green.

Dark green, light green, emerald green, tender green.
Countless kinds of green are mixed together, and even the sky is dyed green.

Originally Wangjia Village was not called Wangjiacun, but Aizhupo. The name sounds strange, because it is short, bamboo, and slope.

Special violation.

In fact, there are so many bamboo forests growing on this land, like huge hillsides, and there are countless graves piled up on the slopes.

No one knows what those graves are, and who buried them.

In the depths of the dark bamboo forest are piles of undulating low graves, and a small weir pond in the middle looks like the black eyes of a monster.

No one dares to step on it easily.

This bamboo forest has been silent for hundreds of years, and finally one day, the silence was broken.

It is a group of people in rags, with dark skin, vicissitudes of life, thick calluses on their palms, hoes and shovels on their shoulders, hatchets, axes and sickles in their hands, or bamboo strips Basket, in the basket are burning tongs.

I saw a short but very capable old man who didn't know what to say, and the others got excited, raised the tools in their hands, and shouted loudly.

very excited.

But the excitement is yet to come.

They raised the axes and hatchets of their mobile phones high, and chopped at the bamboos that were bigger than their arms.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The sound of chopping bamboo made the bamboo forest, which had been dead for a long time, liven up in an instant.

Chopped chop.

bundle of bundles.

Drag drag.

Everyone is very busy with their duties.

When the bamboo forest was almost cut down, they focused their attention on the low and undulating grave mounds in the forest.

A group of people shouted slogans again.

The old man pointed at those graves and cursed furiously, and put his right hand on his heart, with tears in his eyes, and said something reverently with a hot expression.

The others around him also bowed their heads.

For a while.

Holding rails and hoes in hand, they began to dig.

The black, damp soil with a strong smell of earth was dug up, revealing the coffin that was integrated with the soil underneath.

There was nothing in the coffin, only half of the coffin's water.

Stinks.

As for the master sleeping inside, it has long since ceased to exist.

The rest picked out the remains of the coffin, put them in the sun, and then burned them.

And there are bones inside.

They would pick out the bones one by one, pile them together, put them in snakeskin bags, and bury them deep in an uninhabited ravine.

Many people are powerful.

Under the old man's organization, it didn't take long. There used to be a bamboo forest like a sea, but now there are only a few scattered ridges left.

The dark and damp soil was exposed to the sun, and someone seemed to be screaming and cursing in pain.

Day and night.

The bamboo forest is divided into pieces of fertile fields, and occasionally a wild dog is digging in the mud, happily running away with a piece of white in its mouth.

The sun was setting, the night was opening, and the darkness permeated the entire land.

Wait until the screen lights up again.

A man appeared in this area that had been reclaimed and used to be a bamboo forest, a man who looked very similar to Cao Laosan.

He is very young.

Looks to be in his twenties.

The skin is tanned, and the face full of vitality is full of hope for the future.

He negotiated with the old man.

A piece of land was quickly selected as a homestead, and three thatched cottages were built.

Not long after, a few more families moved in, and more and more people settled in this once scary and gloomy place, but now it is bright and flat.

Cao's thatched cottage was in full swing.

With the help of relatives and friends, it was almost built soon.

Just one tank short.

The old man of the Cao family found a local mason and asked him to build a water tank.

Everyone was poor then.

I just built a house again, and I was so poor.

He insisted on digging out a few dollars between his teeth, and took several catties of grain, and the other party promised to make a [-]% good vat.

Guaranteed to be used for 100 years without leaking.

Stonemason action is very strong.

It took less than half a month to finish the tank.

The stone materials are all made by him.

The old man of the Cao family also saw a lot of words engraved in the jar, he asked the mason in a dazed expression, but he didn't know what the mason said, anyway, he accepted it gladly in the end.

Pei Yuhuan guessed that the other party was telling him these words to pray for blessings.

Otherwise, anyone who knows that the water tank used at home is made of the tombstone of the dead, it is not crazy.

And that mason.
She remembered it well.

Appeared when leveling this bamboo forest.

In connection with his occupation, it is not difficult to imagine that he must have found that the materials of these tombstones are not bad, and they have been polished, so he became greedy for cheap.

I also deliberately made tanks for other people's homes.

Simply, insane.

Work ethic fed the dogs!
The poor Cao family suffered from this injustice without doing anything, so sad.

The screen continues.

The old man of the Cao family moved into his new home with his wife, who was as young as he was then. Although he lived a poor life, he was comfortable and comfortable, without fighting with his mother-in-law, daughter-in-law and sister-in-law.

Afterwards, his wife became pregnant and gave birth to a lovely daughter.

Old man Cao was not very happy.

Within a few days, the child choked on milk, and if he didn't pay attention for a while, it disappeared.

The following year, the wife gave birth to a daughter.

This time it was because I accidentally fell under the bed while sleeping at night, hit my head, and disappeared again.

In the third year, the wife gave birth to a daughter.

This time the couple were very cautious, and the child finally grew to one year old.

In the fifth year, the wife gave birth to a son.

It's a pity that I didn't live a full moon.

The old Cao family had three children, two daughters and one son. The eldest daughter was 15 years younger than the youngest son. Nine of them died in between.

Pei Yuhuan could see clearly.

There was a black shadow around every child.

Bent, thin, full of malice.

(End of this chapter)