Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

When talking to the villagers of Puluo Village about Waiya's mother Miao Xianglan, a constantly rotating hoop will appear on their heads. The brighter the hoop, the more vague their memory of Miao Xianglan becomes.

Most people only remember that she was Liu Waizui's wife and Waiya's mother. She was very beautiful, rarely went out, and died very young.

A small number of people did not know her because when she was there, these people had not yet married into the village.

Fewer people mentioned that she was very strong and seemed to be a very nice person.

It seems... they are not very sure.

"Oh, it's been so long, who still remembers it, girl, you should ask your father about this.

Village chief, I'm leaving now. Come visit me when you have time. My father-in-law was talking about you a few days ago and said he wanted to chat with you, but he can't come out, so I had to ask you to come over."

Sun Huoyazi's wife didn't want to think too much. She was about to go to the field to deliver food. If she was late, she would be scolded. Her husband had a bad temper. If he was hungry and didn't see her, he would definitely think she was lazy. She would be anxious and naturally didn't want to pay attention to the two idle little girls. She said hello to the old village chief and left.

"Okay, tell him to take good care of himself. I'll go see him tomorrow."

Old Sun is a paraplegic. A few years ago, he was bitten on the buttocks by a blind bear in the mountains and has been unable to stand up since then. He has gradually become distant from the people in the village. Only the old village chief would visit him from time to time to chat with him and give him some advice.

He didn't think there was anything wrong before, but the old village chief now remembered that when Old Man Sun was late in coming back, it was Miao Xianglan who found him. If he had been any later, he might have died.

At that time, the Sun family was very grateful. Sun Huoyazi was also one of the bad guys in the village. He was lazy, greedy and even beat his wife. One time, he was caught by Miao Xianglan and she punched him, and he became Huoyazi. From then on, he would be beaten by his wife whenever he did something bad.

His wife didn't know what she learned from Miao Xianglan, but she suddenly became smart.

She just kept praising Miao Mei all the time, saying that Miao Mei was only nice to Maodan's mother, but she wasn't very happy about it. She regarded her as her savior and wished she could be her tail. Now she has forgotten it?

Her husband used to be beaten like a grandson by her, but now he scolds her like a grandfather, but she doesn't fight back anymore. She is getting more and more flexible as she grows older.

This... everyone in his village has become a fool?

Not to mention where the grave is, they almost forgot about the person.

"Alas!" The old village chief's face was wrinkled with worry, and the wrinkles were deep. "What's going on? One or two of them have worse memories than an old man like me."

Seeing how worried he was, Waiya felt a little embarrassed. "Grandpa Village Chief, why don't you just forget it? I'll ask that old...father later. He'll know the answer eventually."

"Oh." The old village chief felt really bad, but what could he do?

When Liu Waizui beat the child, he never stopped him. He thought that it was difficult for a judge to judge family affairs, and as long as the matter did not come to him, he would turn a blind eye. The child would still live with him after all.

At that time, even if he thought of Miao Xianglan, he still couldn't do anything about it.

"Just forget it, it's better to forget it..." The old village chief muttered to himself, then said to Waiya, "Child, go home and don't ask about it. It's better to forget it, it's even better to forget it!"

He sighed loudly, patted Pig Blood's head, walked away with his hands behind his back, moving his legs slowly.

His figure looked somewhat pitiful, and he was missing a headband, just like those who came later, but he clearly knew Miao Xianglan.

"It's better to forget...what does that mean?" Waiya didn't understand.

Child: "Maybe... if I forget it, I won't be sad anymore."

When Changsui and Baifu cried for their grandparents, the Liu family advised them to forget about it, as they had been dead for so long.

But they are not senile, how could they forget it just like that?

Waiya: "I wasn't sad in the first place. I just wanted to see her, but it's hard to even see her grave now."

She didn't know her mother, so she was more angry than sad. She had known for a long time that her father was a spendthrift, but she didn't expect him to be so wasteful and sell so much land without any hesitation.

And her mother, who is so powerful but so blind, actually fell in love with her father. No wonder her eyes are damaged. She must have inherited her mother's eyesight.

It is surprising that Maotou's parents are actually good people, especially Maotou's mother. If she hadn't stretched her head to look, Waiya would have strangled her father to death long ago, and such a good opportunity would have been wasted.

"There's nothing we can do about it," the child said helplessly, "No one remembers..."

"Yeah." Waiya said dejectedly.

The child hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't hold back his words: "But I think it's not that they don't remember. They have a hoop on their heads, and your mother will appear when they talk about her. The hoop on the village chief's head broke, and he remembered."

Waiya was no longer disappointed. This kind of thing was really interesting: "Then how can we break the hoop?!"

"do not know."

Waiya: ...

"But there's someone in town who should know."

Waiya:!

"But he might not be willing to help."

Waiya: ...

"Can't you just say it in one breath?" Waiya said dissatisfiedly.

Child: “I’m just hesitating.”

"Why are you hesitating?"

"I don't really want to tell you, but I can't hold it in."

Waiya's reaction was much better than the Liu family's. No matter what the child said to her, she would not treat her as a strange person. She was still the child's best friend. Who could hold back?

Besides, children think they are quite impressive because they can see these things, and they want to show off to others.

But she wasn't sure whether it was a good idea to say it out loud, so she hesitated.

Waiya had no idea of ​​her dilemma. She only cared about one thing: "Who is that person?"

"It's the man we cursed at together, the one in the backyard of the liquor store."

The child doesn't even know his name.

"He asked people to call him Little Immortal Master and gave the eldest sister of the Pei family two amulets. I even had a fight with him."

"Ah, it's him..."

The person they were talking about was also talking about them at this time. The merchants who had been occupying the wine shop for several months were now gathered in the lobby. On the table in the middle of the lobby was a wet bundle filled with scattered bones, and there was an axe next to it.

It was rusted and tattered, without any trace of the charm of a divine weapon. If you looked closer, you could see fine cracks on the axe. It was as broken as its owner, and was tangled with a bunch of waterweed.

The person sent by Prince Jia, Li Hu, cupped his hands in a haughty manner and said, "Thank you all for waiting for so long. It was not my king's intention. The travel list was delivered early this morning. Who could have foreseen that the guardian here would die at the hands of a river monster? The people below were ignorant and insisted on accepting the truth. It took us so long to find her. This is the delay. I hope you will forgive me."

He said he was sorry, but his expression was completely different.

Without waiting for the 'merchants' to speak, he spoke to himself, "Fortunately, the order has been delivered, but there is a difficulty. My king believes that Yizhou is just a small place and does not need so many talented people. Although the spiritual veins have always been jointly guarded by the royal family and the immortal sects, no matter how many people come, the real decision-makers are only three families besides the royal family. It is better..."

As he spoke, he actually gnawed at the barb on his finger with his teeth. He paused, looked at everyone's expressions, snapped his fingers, stroked his mustache, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Why not just keep these three families and let everyone else go back?"