Three-pot porridge and naan

Chapter 63 Jinjiang Literature City [Ghost in the Mountain 4] Chapter 63...

A quarter of an hour after Lu Liehu and the others carried the wild boar back to the village, the sound of gongs and drums came from the village.

When hunting in Dawu Village, there will be sacrifices, but now that the old man Mu is dead, there is no one in the village to preside over the sacrifices.

The village head asked Yahong to invite Liu Shusheng, and it was at this time that Wandong realized that Liu Shusheng hadn't left the house for several days.

Liu Shusheng's home is at the old locust tree where Ya Hong often plays cuju.

When Yahong went to Liu's house, the door of Liu's house was closed tightly, so Yahong went to find Liu Shusheng's uncle, Old Uncle Wang, who was the watchman in Laomiao Village.

Uncle Wang said, "Brother Kai is sick."

Ya Hong was surprised for a moment and asked: "Brother Liu is sick? What's going on?"

"On the day the ancestral hall caught fire, I caught a cold while helping to put out the fire." Uncle Wang replied.

Ya Hong: "Do you want my dad to come over and show Brother Liu?"

"That's all, let him fall asleep." Uncle Wang waved his hand and said, "He didn't want to wake up after taking the medicine. When I came out, he was lying on the bed reading a book."

Ya Hong didn't invite Liu Shusheng to worry about the sacrificial ceremony, so Uncle Wang comforted him and said that he should leave the sacrificial ceremony to him.

Old Uncle Wang also often interacts with Old Man Mu, so he still understands these things, and he can remember a rough idea of ​​those sacrificial words.

After Old Uncle Wang left, he ordered wild boars to be placed on the old altar at the entrance of the village, and the stalks of seven-star flowers were tied into human-shaped targets one by one.

The village chief felt relieved when he saw Uncle Wang's attitude.

In the anticipation of everyone, Old Man Wang lit a fire and muttered something.

After a while, the villagers followed suit, when several hunters in the village stepped forward, each with a butcher's knife.

Wandong and the master watched the wild boar being sliced ​​into pieces by the hunters.

"Lv Orion is really a good person."

After a brief sacrifice, each household was given pork, and everyone carried a large piece of pork to their homes.

The rest of the pork was divided equally between Lv Liehu and the village head's family. The village head and Lv Liehu discussed to take out half of the meat for the village cook to cook.

Lu Orion nodded in agreement without even thinking about it.

Near dusk, the food in the village is fragrant, and the smell of cooked meat can be smelled far away. The lights are brightly lit under the old locust tree. The village has not been so lively for a long time.

In Youshi, Ya Hong finally went to invite Liu Shusheng, and at this time Wan Dong also checked Liu Kai's pulse.

The village chief's wife came over with a large bowl of pork noodles: "Brother Kai, eat some."

Liu Shusheng took the bowl and thanked him with a hoarse voice.

It was also at the same table, the village head, the teacher and a few hunters drank wine, and they were somewhat drunk, and now they started talking drunk.

Yan Twelve had just finished eating and was dragged away by Mei Xiaobai. Ya Hong and Xiao Bai wanted to play Cuju, but they were missing someone, so they called Yan Twelve.

"You don't want to drag your brother, why drag me?" Yan Twelve curled his lips.

Xiao Bai hurriedly said: "My brother wants to talk to Liu Shusheng."

Yan Twelve just felt that playing Cuju with them was too boring, and playing too well would make him seem like a bully.

*

After Liu Shusheng ate a bowl of hot pork noodles, he felt much better. Now that it was windy outside, several drinkers also moved to the yard of the village chief's house.

The village chief and the teacher had just finished drinking, when the village chief's wife handed over another jug ​​of warm wine and told them, "Drink less."

During the banquet, someone suddenly mentioned Uncle Fang. Uncle Fang is a very good drinker. In the past, if Uncle Fang appeared at the banquet in the village, he would drink a lot of people down.

"Few people in the village can drink as much as Uncle Fang."

"Uncle Fang, if you drink water, it will hurt you too much."

"Old man Mu also said that Uncle Fang will die on the wine jar sooner or later."

Wandong suddenly raised his eyebrows when he heard this sentence.

At this time, Lu Orio stood up unsteadily, and patted the village chief on the shoulder: "Village chief, it's too late, I'll go back first..."

Seeing that he was unconscious, the village chief asked his eldest son to send him back.

Lu Liehu waved his hand and said with a smile: "I won't be so drunk that I can't walk steadily. It's getting late and let Lei Hong rest."

Lei Hong, the eldest son of the village chief, was unwilling to send Lu Oriou off, because Lu Oriohu lived on the mountain, the furthest one in the village, and the road up the mountain was difficult at night.

When Lu Liehu said loudly that he was not drunk, Lei Hong nodded accordingly.

At this time, Hu Liehu and Zhang Liehu, who were drinking at the same table, said: "Lv Liehu and I will drop by, village chief, don't worry, I will send him back."

Wandong recognized these two hunters as the people who guarded the ruined temple that day, presumably the two of them had a good relationship with Lu Hunter.

The village chief felt relieved when he heard that, as it was getting late, he ordered the villagers to pack up and go home.

Those who lived close to the village chief helped clean up the pots and pans, and when the things were almost finished, they saw Ya Hong, Yan Twelve, and Mei Xiaobai come back.

When Ya Hong came back, his trousers were covered in mud, and the village chief picked up the stool and beat him up.

Ya Hong yelled twice and ran to the back of the yard.

Mei Xiaobai covered her mouth and just smiled when she saw her elder brother walking over with a cold face.

Yan Twelve rolled Xiaobai's eyes.

Xiaobai's pants are not much better than Ya Hong's, and Xiaobai also likes to wear white...

"Don't sleep in the same room with us if you don't wash it clean." After Yan Twelve finished speaking, he went into the yard.

When Wandong and the others returned to the courtyard, they heard the master and the policeman talking in a low voice.

"There is no progress in this case. It's okay to wait on the mountain for a long time. Master, why don't we find an excuse to go down the mountain first?"

The master sighed: "If you can go back, you have to bring something back. It's not easy to come here." The master didn't want to go to the mountains a few more times for this case, even if he couldn't find the murderer, he wanted to settle the case first.

"If you don't catch one casually..." the arrester suddenly said.

The master frowned and cursed: "You bastard."

The policeman stopped talking immediately.

*

In the middle of the night, Wandong suddenly opened his eyes, and Mei Xiaobai's snoring came from another bed in the same room.

Wandong got up immediately, and the moment he opened the door, Yan Twelve stood behind him.

Wandong didn't look back, but frowned: "You don't sleep, what are you doing?"

The corners of Yan Twelve's lips trembled: "Should I ask you this question?"

"..." Wandong thought for a while, and he was right, so he took a deep breath and walked out.

Yan Twelve followed him.

Wan Dongfei flew onto the roof, and Yan Twelve also followed.

Yan Twelve asked him in a low voice: "Aren't you afraid that the villagers will find out and put the crimes of those three people on us?"

Wandong: "Didn't you say that day, if you really can't get rid of the crime, you just run away?"

"..."

Wandong went to the burned ancestral hall, and the three coffins were still there.

"It's all burnt, so there's nothing else to investigate." Knowing Wandong's intentions, Yan Twelve said disapprovingly.

"I was negligent that day..."

Yan Twelve was surprised and looked over: "What do you mean?"