Chapter 9448 Tianshu
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Three days later.
A fast horse comes from the north, covered with dust.
Go straight into the military camp.
The people who came on fast horses changed their clothes in the military camp, took a bath and rested for a while, and then saw Luo Fengtang in a house.
Looking at the delicate beauty in front of me.
Luo Fengtang glanced over with a scrutinizing gaze, and then quickly changed it to a gentle gaze.
"Mo Anbai."
"I have met the general."
"Just call me Uncle Luo."
Luo Fengtang's attitude is very amiable.
This woman named Mo Anbai is of the same generation as his son Luo Xingchen, and both are his juniors.
According to Luo Xingchen, Mo Anbai is proficient in the techniques of the Mohist family and is a true heir of the Mohist family.
As long as she is here, those ancient mechanisms of the Mohist family that have been passed down can be subdued.
"Yes."
Mo Anbai seemed a little cautious.
After all, sitting in front of her was the legendary Luo Fengtang, who was also Luo Xingchen’s father.
Without pressure, that would be impossible.
When she first learned the news, she was still a little resistant.
But then I thought about it, it was a good thing that she came. She came in advance to see what kind of person Luo Fengtang was and whether he was easy to get along with.
It would be nice if we could establish a good relationship in advance.
"Xingchen has told you before coming here, right?"
Luo Fengtang said straight to the point.
"Well, he explained that there is an ancient tomb in Zhuque Mountain in Zhuque County, or an ancient tomb in Langya Pavilion, which was arranged in the way of a divine burial and placed by the Mo family."
Mo Anbai told her all the information she knew before coming.
In this regard, she will not miss anything.
"Yes, this ancient tomb was built probably a hundred years ago. It is a replica of Yama, the Tenth Hall of the Underworld in the Underworld, and the person buried there is the Son of Heaven."
Luo Fengtang said.
"You are too brave, this kind of burial is not suitable."
Mo Anbai was slightly shocked.
The news she received was that a god was buried in an ancient tomb, but she did not know the identity of the god imitated by the person buried in the ancient tomb.
“Why is it inappropriate?”
Luo Fengtang asked.
“It cannot be carried by luck. We, the Mohists, pay attention to the luck of heaven and earth. There are some things that cannot be carried by ordinary humans. They will bring disasters, such as tombs, what kind of people and what specifications. There is a set number for this. If it exceeds the set number, there will be backlash, which is inevitable.”
Mo Anbai said slowly.
"The fate of luck comes back, I have heard of it before, one fate, two luck, three winds, water..." Luo Fengtang said.
"That's natural. If you obey the destiny, you will often get divine help when doing things. If you go against the luck, things will backfire and your success will often fail."
Mo Anbai added: " Our Mohists have a whole set of discussions on luck, Generally speaking, the descendants of the Mo family should know that sacred burials should not be built easily, so I am not sure what is going on inside. ""Then go and see for yourself. You should be able to understand it."
Luo Fengtang smiled slightly.
"Okay, when will we set off?"
Mo Anbai perked up.
She was still very interested in this special tomb, and wanted to see it as soon as possible.
“No rush, you can take a rest today and we’ll start again tomorrow.”
Luo Fengtang said.
Mo Anbai had no choice but to hold back. She actually wanted to go right away, but Luo Fengtang didn't allow it, so she had to rest for a day.
This night, Mo Anbai did not sleep well.
This was not only because she came to a strange place, but also because she had something on her mind and wanted to go to that tomb immediately.
After having a dream all night, in the morning, she got up and looked in the mirror, and found that there were some dark circles around her eyes.
Wanghai County, Changping Village.
Lao Wang’s family.
In the main room of Lao Wang's old house, the family was also having dinner around the table.
Although I had just argued with Yang Huamei during the day, Dabai and his wife came back from town, bringing back a bunch of ingredients and soju, and Dabai personally went to the backyard to pick up Wang Hongquan. In the front yard, Wang Hongquan was happy, and he was having a drink with Dabai!
Xiao Hei was also there, busy with the dishes on the table in front of him with the chopsticks in his hands, his mouth was squeaking as he ate, I don’t know how happy he was!
Hongmei was also eating there in small bites, feeding a few mouthfuls to Zhuang Zhuang on the stool next to her from time to time.
Seeing Zhuangzhuang pointing at the big fat piece of meat on the table and screaming, Hongmei held down his little hand and just put a chicken leg into his bowl.
Zhuang Zhuang pushed the chicken legs away and shook his head, but his chubby hand still pointed stubbornly at the pork belly on the table.
“If the child wants to eat pork belly, just let him eat it!”
Wang Hongquan put down the wine cup and saw that his great-grandson was so anxious to eat meat, but his wife did not give it to the child, so he He smiled and smoothed things over.
Hongmei said to Wang Hongquan: "Master, it's not that I don't feed him, but it's not good for children to eat greasy food."
Wang Hongquan looked at the meat and found that it was indeed fat enough. At the bottom of the big bowl were pickled vegetables. On top of the pickled vegetables was a layer of meat larger than the palm of your hand. It was said to be pork belly, but in fact it was mostly fat, with shiny lard soaked into it.
For men who do hard work, or who haven’t touched meat for ten and a half months, or men who drink alcohol, this bowl of pork with dried plums and vegetables is really exciting, but for a child over one year old , that’s a little bit...
So, after Hongmei explained this, Wang Hongquan stopped trying to persuade her.
However, Yang Huamei happened to enter the main room with a big bowl at this time. She saw her eldest grandson Zhuangzhuang began to cry because he was too anxious to eat the pickled pork with pickles, while Hongmei was still looking at the past. Yang Huamei was not happy when she stuffed food into her mouth.
He placed the big bowl filled with pork head meat on the table and came over to hold Zhuangzhuang in his arms.
I picked up the apron around my waist and went to wipe Zhuangzhuang's tears. While wiping, he asked distressedly: "My dear grandson, what's wrong with you? Who is bullying you? Tell grandma, grandma Hit her to vent your anger!"
When Yang Huamei said this, the knives in her eyes flew towards Hongmei.
Hongmei pretended not to see it and buried her head in eating vegetables.
Dabai also noticed that the atmosphere at the table was not right, so he smoothed things over and said, "No one is bullying him, and my mother doesn't even look at the people sitting at the table. It's too late to hurt him!"
Yang Huamei curled her lips, snorted, and continued to coax Zhuangzhuang.
But Zhuangzhuang couldn't bear to be coaxed. He struggled hard in Yang Huamei's arms, stretching out his little hands to reach for the bowl of dried plums, vegetables and meat.
"Hey, my eldest son, you want to eat dried plums and vegetables with meat? OK, OK, grandma will give you some!"
Yang Huamei smiled and moved Zhuangzhuang from his right arm to his left hand. Holding it, I can free my right hand to use chopsticks to pick up the meat for my eldest grandson to eat.
When Hongmei, who was immersed in eating, saw Yang Huamei's move, she was so frightened that she put down her chopsticks and came over to stop Yang Huamei's chopsticks.
(End of this chapter)