Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 510
The sound of the suona is either great joy or great sorrow.

In the entire Volunteer Village, many women were snatched.

The melody that is full of sorrow and joy is matched with the narration of words that seem to be absent.

Simply.

Nightmares are easier to accept than this weird song.

Ding Xuewei is not very courageous, at least she dare not watch ghost movies alone.

Walking at night after watching ghost movies is always suspicious.

Of course, playing a role in the middle of the night is completely unburdened, even if it sounds like this, I don't feel it at all.

Because she hasn't heard such emotional music for a long time, she listened to it twice.

If it weren't for the fear that the battery of the stereo was not enough, she could listen to it on a loop for half the night.

"You have to go to the major stores to look for it."

This kind of stereo has been seen in front of many stores, and it may be found in warehouses.

With a thought, Ding Xuewei made her return journey, ending today's output.

Just when she got into the firewood pile 200 meters away, the old village owner raised his [-]-jin sword and rushed out of the gate.

"Get out, get out of me, if I dare to kill you once, I can kill you a second time, if you don't want to be reincarnated, I will help you die."

The sonorous and forceful roar ended, and he brandished the broadsword wheezingly. Every move was vigorous and confident.

He really felt that he could kill even ghosts.

"father?"

After the old village master finished two rounds of performances, he made a big noise.

Compared with his own father, his mood is more complicated.

He had two experiences of robbing a bride, one time the bride committed suicide before entering the village, and one time he almost cut him open.

Also because of those two bad experiences, he never brought the bride back to the village, but he stopped arresting the bride, which doesn't mean he didn't even snatch other women.

He liked seeing girls helpless more than the sense of conquest his dad liked.

Tonight, for some reason, those faces filled with fear and despair kept repeating in front of my eyes.

It made him feel a little guilty for no reason.

"Call them up, if you don't clean up these dirty things today, none of them will want to leave the village." The old village owner vowed to make the 'thing' that disturbed his dream pay the price.

At this time, Ding Xuewei didn't know that Dong Guo and the others were trembling, and their hearts were heavy.

What's more, An He and others stopped the construction of the store directly, and old man Ding led a large number of laborers to search around Fucheng on the grounds of inspecting the growth of sweet potatoes everywhere, while Old Yang dispatched the remaining forces of the entire Yan Luomen.

The government doesn't care about her at all now, saying something ugly, no matter how good the production of sweet potatoes is, it can't compare to the money that goes into the pocket.

In order to cause panic to people, it is better to make people travel two more business routes.

"hiss!"

Early the next morning, when she got out of the space, she was stuck on a piece of firewood.

The position between the eyebrows is bloody.

"It's not advisable to go out today."

He said so on his lips, but he looked out without any hesitation.

After confirming that there was no one in the alley, he quickly got out with his eyebrows pressed.

She felt that the output yesterday was a little too much, and she must inspect the enemy's situation today.

Ding Xuewei felt that what she did yesterday was a bit beyond the cognition of the ancients, and she thought that half of the people would not be able to cheer up today.

When she walked to the door of Zhang's house, but there was no one there, she didn't have much doubt.

"Sister-in-law Zhang isn't up yet?"

When she was about to call out, an old lady came around the corner.

She has only seen this aunt once, just yesterday.

Unfamiliar.

"I don't know, I just came here."

Ding Xuewei acted too calmly, and let that 'dirty thing' disturb her mind at these times.

The aunt just said: "Aren't you a child of the Zhang family?"

"No." Ding Xuewei didn't say much, but asked sweetly: "Grandma, you are looking for Grandma Zhang."

Perhaps under normal circumstances, some children will casually say who they are in such a family at such a time.

But this is going to be different.

"Grandma, are you here to listen to the story too?"

"Story?" The aunt was puzzled.

Ding Xuewei's eyes were shining brightly, and she was full of gossip: "The story of the old village master. Yesterday morning, Grandma Zhang told me the story of the old village master and the sixth lady. It was amazing. I just wanted to ask if there were any other stories. It's gone."

"...Yes, why not." The aunt said after a few seconds of hesitation.

This aunt is also a bad mouthed person, otherwise she would not have come to the Zhang family. The front of this house is like a village entrance. It is a gathering place for gossip-loving mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law nearby.

She hesitated, not because she felt that a little girl like Ding Xuewei didn't know how to be polite and inquired about the elders, but because she was wondering how much Ding Xuewei knew.

"Let me tell you, your grandma Zhang knows that I told her about those things. My house is close to the village head's house, and I know the things there most clearly. Just like today, you don't have any Hearing the sound, our area has already spread.”

Ding Xuewei was afraid that no one would inquire about it, so when she heard this, a word of drowsiness flashed across her mind and brought her a pillow.

"It's been spread? What's been spread, grandma?" She was very sensible, and she pulled him to the stone pier and sat down.

The aunt directly threw Mrs. Zhang out of the sky.

"What else can it be, what happened yesterday, you don't know, the ghost yesterday was expelled for nothing. Last night, that thing went to our side again, and the sound was so miserable~ all night I didn't close my eyes, and when I closed my eyes, it seemed like someone crawled out of the wall..."

If I like this piece of music, no one can hear it well. When my aunt talked about yesterday's music, her words should not be too sharp.

The gaze is not awe of the dead, but fear.

"Which of the people in our village doesn't have any blood on their hands. Speaking of which, with such a strong evil spirit, these dirty things should be afraid. It's been decades, and there has never been such a thing in the past."

"A small amount makes a lot, could it be that the number of headcounts has reached now?" Ding Xuewei saw the needle.

The aunt's originally puzzled expression froze.

Obviously did not expect to have this kind of words.

"Grandma, didn't the old village master say that we are contributing to other people's avenue of ascension to heaven. Tell me, could it be that the sky is full and no one else is needed to go in? It's been decades, and everyone in our village The merits of the family should be enough. Therefore, the people who helped recently lingered around the village, unwilling to leave. Our village is so big that it is crowded. No matter how big it is, there should be boundaries. There are so many merit villages in the world. There must be a lot of people who are right."

When Ding Xuewei said this, her bright eyes were as bright and gorgeous as the stars at night.

It was as if she didn't agree with it, and what she said was not a blasphemy against the eyes full of expectations.

"It's also possible."

"Then what should we do? We didn't kill them on purpose, but they themselves have committed serious crimes and need our help to transform them." Ding Xuewei looked like she was blindly trusted by the MLM boss.

With that look, even if it was Mr. Yang who came, he would have to doubt it.

The aunt opened her mouth, and there was some fear in her eyes.

However, those thoughts are only momentary.

After the momentary wavering, it was selfish self-persuasion again.

"We didn't do anything wrong, we've said it all, don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, we're saving, we're helping, even if there is no extra space in the sky, those ghosts and souls who have nowhere to go They shouldn't come to trouble us, if they have bad intentions, we shouldn't be polite, we won't be polite, if they don't accept our favor, we will let them have a good time."

"Isn't yesterday's ceremony ineffective? Then why are we so rude? Daoist priests, gods, and mother-in-law can't do anything about them!"

Ding Xuewei can be said to be worried.

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(End of this chapter)