prisoner in the door

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: "Red Jujube Village"

Originally, Mo Zhenzhen's plan was to go to the ancestral hall to get some joss sticks and paper money before going to worship, but unexpectedly, she met a kind person on the way!

Mo Zhenzhen kept the sudden changes in the village in mind, and at the same time focused on observing the attitudes of these people in the village towards her.

Along the way, Mo Zhenzhen can be sure that these villagers are kind to her, and they are particularly disgusted with the marriage that Li Daniu arranged for her, and they are very critical of her parents' preference for Li Xiangyang.

But this is wrong!

It's normal for some people to sympathize with Li Azhen, but Li Azhen has been here since she was a child. If there are really so many good people in this village, Mo Zhenzhen's current body shouldn't be so thin.

So there must be some kind of variable.

Mo Zhenzhen's first thought was that she worshiped her ancestors, which should be regarded as confirming her identity as Li Azhen.

It's just that this alone is not enough for these villagers to favor her.

Then the second point, Mo Zhenzhen guessed, Li Daniu and the others who disappeared for a long time should not confirm their identity.

Mo Zhenzhen guessed that there should be old players among the four, but after such a long time, these people have not taken any action. Is it wrong for her to confirm her identity?
After thinking about it again and again, Mo Zhenzhen still felt that what she did was right.

First of all, the reminder given by Mr. Hong made it clear that OOC cannot be used, which means their identities are very important.

Secondly, there are only five players for them to do the task, and the number of villagers in a village is definitely more than five.Even if their player's body is strengthened, it is impossible to fight against the villagers of the entire village.

Therefore, no matter how the song exists, it is definitely more beneficial to join the village and mix with the villagers than to stay outside the villagers!
Mo Zhenzhen pondered over and over again and finally decided that there was nothing wrong with her actions, so the problem came, since Li Daniu and the others didn't work hard on the issue of identity, what did they disappear for so long?

When Mo Zhenzhen was pondering this, she had already arrived at the cemetery in Hongzao Village.

The cemetery in Hongzao Village is divided into two places, one is the one in front of her, where villagers usually come to worship.

The second place is the farther "Fengtou Mountain", which is the ancestral land of the Li family. The Li family moved here to build a village nearly a hundred years ago.

There are new and old tombs in this cemetery. According to the rules of Hongzao Village, the dead will be moved back to the "Mt. Tomb Mountain" after 100 years, and the vacant place will be buried for future generations. Therefore, no matter who died in Hongzao Village, what status they were in life , behind the death is a small mound, a wooden sign.

The tombs of so-and-so were written on the wooden sign, and the dates of birth and death were engraved in small characters. Mo Zhenzhen didn't know these people, but she was very patient, and looked at them one by one, carefully screening them.

Mo Zhenzhen thinks very clearly that it is not safe to confirm her identity. It is best to find an 'ancestor' for herself. After all, the 'adopted daughter' who appears out of thin air is unlikely to have her own real 'blood' relatives no matter what. !

It's just that looking for ancestor worship is not just looking for it casually. If you find someone with a wrong mind, you will cause trouble for yourself at that time!
She carefully sifted through the words written on the wooden sign, hoping to find some tricks on it.

The cemetery in Hongzao Village is quite big. Mo Zhenzhen looked all the way there, and the sun was setting to the west, and she only walked half of the cemetery.

Mo Zhenzhen, on the one hand, had a strange brain circuit, on the other hand, she was emotionally stable, and she didn't panic after standing in the cemetery for so long.

It's just that the sun is setting and it's almost night, she has no time to waste!

Then suddenly, Mo Zhenzhen's eyes locked on one spot.

It was a tomb of some years old, and the tomb was a little short, with a lot of grass growing on it.

The wooden sign standing in front of the tomb bag has been corroded badly, and the words engraved on it can barely be read.

This should be a tomb that has not been worshiped for a long time. There are many such tombs in this cemetery, but what really attracted Mo Zhenzhen to stop was not this tomb, but the rotten wooden sign in front of it. A bamboo stick.

Mo Zhenzhen stared at the bamboo stick for three seconds, and she was basically sure that the bamboo stick was supposed to be a pinwheel.

The flimsy paper couldn't stand the wind and the sun, and finally left such a bamboo stick in front of the tomb.

Mo Zhenzhen stepped forward to look carefully at the words written on the wooden sign, carefully identified the dates of birth and death written on it, and calculated that the owner of the tomb should be only eight years old before his death.

An eight-year-old child with a windmill stick in front of the tomb, Mo Zhenzhen's mind immediately locked on the image of a little girl with a bun.

Before, Mo Zhenzhen had some guesses about the little girl who kindly reminded herself once, but now the guesses seem to have come true. Standing in this empty tomb, her mood is still stable.

She wasn't afraid that the little girl might be a ghost, but what she was thinking about at the moment was whether this little girl named Li Sanya was strong, and whether she could be used by her.

The sun had already set, and there was no time for Mo Zhenzhen to continue weighing the pros and cons.

So she put down the basket, took out a small hoe, and quickly cleaned up the weeds on Li Sanya's tomb, and then filled her tomb with new soil.

Mo Zhenzhen's hands and feet were nimble, and soon her grave took on a new look.

Afterwards, it was time to burn incense and light candles. Mo Zhenzhen solemnly knelt in front of Li Sanya's grave and performed three prostrations and nine kowtows, and she also said, "Li Azhen, the younger generation, thank the ancestors for their guidance, and please the ancestors." Bless' such words.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't know that she knelt on the ground and worshiped "piously", and Li Sanya, who had crooked eyebrows, eyes and mouth, was standing behind her.

Li Sanya was attracted by the scent of incense and offerings. She has been dead for more than 70 years. Every year during the Ching Ming Festival, when the Li family members of Hongzao Village come to the grave to worship together, she can enjoy some incense. Tombs can only be filled with soil.

It's not a festival today, but she can feel the incense, and it's specially dedicated to her!
Li Sanya is very ghostly now, but she is still attracted by this unusualness.

Mo Zhenzhen knelt there, chanting words, Li Sanya bent over, her body twisted strangely, a smiling face approached Mo Zhenzhen as if she was looking at her, but also as if she was listening to what she said seriously.

After Mo Zhenzhen finished chanting, she stood up and looked at the sky, the sun was already half gone.

Time to go home!

The incense hadn't been burned yet, so she obviously couldn't just take these offerings away.

She didn't have time to wait for the incense to finish burning, so she left without hesitation with the basket on her shoulders.

It was getting dark very quickly, and Li Sanya stood in front of her tomb, silently enjoying the rare incense and offerings, until the last piece of the sun disappeared on the horizon, and the darkness slowly covered the entire cemetery, Li Sanya still stood between the two. Within the range illuminated by a white candle, greedily sucking those rare offerings!
(End of this chapter)