Demons are hard to deal with: husband, don't touch me

In front of the tomb!

Huang Chunxiang burst into tears with joy and kept talking to the tombstone with Feng Li's hand.

The generals who had followed Fengli through life and death for many years quickly got fragrant, and almost all the villagers present scrambled to get it.

Feng Li didn't kneel down, just holding incense in her hands, bowed to the tombstone in front and said a few words simply.

The villagers didn't say anything. After all, the identity of the people in front is different now. How can they kneel down casually?

Huang Chunxiang didn't say anything. He felt that the people who came back now were much more mature and stable than seven years ago, and it was nothing if they didn't kneel down. He continued to nag and say a few words to the tombstone, hoping that his son and daughter-in-law would know under the spring and bless Zhu He and Bai su. Then he hoped that Zhu he would open branches and leaves for the Zhu family as soon as possible, and Bai Su would inherit the Zhu family.

Bai Su often comes here to worship. At the moment, listening to Huang Chunxiang's words, her face stiffened.

Open branches and loose leaves? have a son to carry on his family name? She never thought about it!

The next moment, Bai Su thought of leaving. At first, the Shangqing Dynasty asked her to stay because of gratitude, because Huang Chunxiang was helpless alone, but now Zhu He has come back. I believe Zhu He will take good care of Huang Chunxiang, so she should have nothing to do.

Thinking of this, Bai Su slowly relaxed and prepared to ask for instructions from Shangqing when she returned later.

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When everyone returned to Zhujia village together, it was already in the afternoon.

Huang Chunxiang asked Bai Su to go to the kitchen and prepare for a dinner for all the villagers in the evening to celebrate Zhu He's return.

Bai Su knows that Huang Chunxiang is happy and that Huang Chunxiang wants everyone to know that her grandson has finally returned. She has become the God of war respected by everyone and calmed the world. At the same time, thinking that she could go back to Shangqing immediately, Bai Su immediately turned to the kitchen to be busy. Maybe this was her last meal in Zhujia village.

All the women in Zhujia village came to help. The small kitchen was overcrowded and lively as never before.

It was almost dark when the food was put on the table. The men took their seats one after another, and the women kept busy in the kitchen. All the tables and chairs were provided by the villagers of each family. If they could not fit in the small yard, they were placed outside the yard, and if they could not fit outside the yard, they were placed on the roads on both sides. Torches and lanterns lit the whole village as dark as day. The noise lasted for a long time, and the collision of wine bowls kept on, The children's merriment was joined together.

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The news of Zhu He returning home in good clothes spread like wildfire. The villagers of shiliba village almost knew it all soon, and even more distant villages and towns were full of rumors. Everyone knew it.

In a dilapidated temple with wind leakage on all sides, a skinny beggar in ragged clothes tightly hugged his knees and curled up in the corner of the accumulation of straw. His hair was messy and half covered his black face. He couldn't see his original appearance. He seemed to be ill and trembling all over.

"People call it 'Zhu He' and you call it 'Zhu He', but people are the God of war, but you are a beggar. It's bad luck to stay in a broken temple with you."

In the broken temple, there is not only the beggar curling up in the corner, but also several beggars baking on fire in the center. The beggars who were baking on fire could not help frowning and disgusting when they saw that the people in the corner had been shaking all the time, as if they had got some plague.