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Xia Lu moved his shoulders and said: "In the future, you can cook at my house! I won't do it! "

"You're a woman, it's your turn to cook!" When I heard this, I was flustered.

Xia Lu asked: "If you want me to cook, then what are you going to do?"

"I have to think of a way to earn money!"

"Oh right, what did you show me last night? At that time, I was dozing off and did not pay any attention to you! " Xia Lu said.

I pulled the book out from under the covers and waved it in front of her eyes. "Can you see what I'm holding in my hand?"

"Are you messing with me!? You didn't take anything in your hands! " Xia Lu said.

"Really, don't lie to me!"

"Interesting!" Hurry up and go cook! " Xia Lu reprimanded.

They argued on the bed. Her mouth was so vile that she could swear out anything. I couldn't argue with her, and I couldn't be bothered to argue with her. Since I'm not going to cook anyways, why don't we both stay hungry and see who can't hold on first? He got up and went into the courtyard, stood at the East Room entrance and looked inside.

Er Nengdan's body was still lying on the bed. The blood on his face had frozen. I entered the East Room and prodded the skin on his face with a finger. It was already hard and cold. His skin was bloodlessly white, like steamed buns steamed with flour powdered with bleach.

In the end, Xia Lu still went to the kitchen to cook. Soon two bowls of yellow corn were served from the pot. Then, she used boiling water to bubble the frozen roasted chicken. She broke the roasted chicken into pieces and put them into a bowl to eat. I said the man who bought the roasted chicken was dead and we hadn't finished the roasted chicken he'd bought.

Xia Lu frowned, and said: "Let's stop eating, bury Er Nengdan!"

I asked where it was buried.

She said you could bury it wherever you wanted, anywhere you wanted, and bury it deep enough so that the wild dogs wouldn't dig it up.

After a meal. I'm going to San Geda's house to borrow a carriage. San Geda said that the wheels on the carriage were dead. I said no. I breathed on it. Have you got a windpipe? San Geda said there was no trachea. He heard Da Laozhu shouting from the side, "Father, the windpipe is here!"

The San Geda bared his teeth and gouged Da Laozhu with his eyes, but did not say anything. I took the trachea from Da Laozhu's hands, and was about to cheer for the carriage, when Da Laozhu said that he would call you, you aren't as strong as me.

Looking at Da Laozhu trying his best to cheer for the carriage, I couldn't help but sigh: "In this day and age, I am still a fool that can be relied on! "Imp's Mind's Eye is too many!" Da Laozhu acted as if he didn't hear it, and continued to breathe.

On the other hand, San Geda seemed as if he was stepped on by a tail, he immediately jumped and pointed at me while shouting, "Who are you calling a fool?!"

"Third Uncle, who is the fool that you can't see?! I'm not talking about you! "

San Geda rushed over, raised his leg and kicked Da Laozhu, who was working hard, down, and scolded: "You don't even know how to listen to others with your ears! They say you're a fool! You're still trying to cheer me up! What's the use of giving birth to your mother! "

Da Laozhu crawled up from the ground, snatched the windpipe from San Geda's hands, put the stuck head on the wheel again, and continued to fight, muttering: "It's not like I'm wrong, I'm just a fool! My mother was born to cheer me up! "I'm cheering!"

San Geda was so angry that his mouth was crooked, and he said: "You angered me to death!"

Da Laozhu turned his head to look at him, his eyes staring wide, he said: "Father, my Brother Shi Le used the carriage to bury me, Brother Er Nengdan. Didn't you know what my brother Er Nengdan did to our family before he died? If this person dies, I don't care. I don't even want him to use a broken carriage.

I am surprised that Da Laozhu is sensible now.

San Geda also looked a little surprised.

Da Laozhu said: "My wife and I both have children, do some good things for children! Let the child be born safely from the belly of joy! "

"He became more intelligent!" The San Geda said happily.

I said, "There is kindness in his heart! There will be a blessing in return! "

After the tire on the wheel was full, I pulled the cart home. Let Xia Lu help out and help me load Er Nengdan's corpse onto the carriage. Eat some chicken and drink some hot water. I took the body out of the house. There was also a shovel on the cart.

As I pulled the cart down the street to the east side of the village, I wondered where I would bury a dead man. The villagers on the street, seeing me, ignored me. They covered their noses or fanned them with their hands, staying far away from the bodies on the cart.

I couldn't be bothered with them.

Unknowingly, I pulled the carriage out of the village, already far away. On both sides of the road were green wheat fields covered in frost. It was very cold today, and though the sun was brilliant, it was blowing incessantly. The cold wind blows against his muscles. His skin was as painful as a knife.

The winter sun was warm and the branches bald.

He was trying his best to pull the carriage when he suddenly heard a snap. The book in my arms fell out. The paper was flipping rapidly. It was unknown how many pages it had flipped as it stopped moving. I saw a pattern on the open page.

The pattern showed smoke rising from a grave. There were a few lines of words written on the side of the question: Green Smoke Graveyard, Burying Yunshan.

I don't know what the pattern means. He thought to himself, "What's there to be afraid of if a grave turns green with smoke?"

There was something good going on or someone had come out of it. Furthermore, he had to be someone from a big family. Other people would say whose ancestral grave was smoking.

I picked up the book and put it in my pocket. In this era, the countryside was made up of dirt roads. It's not as easy as cement or asphalt.

For some reason, I always wanted to bury Er Nengdan a little further away. It seemed that the farther away he was, the less guilty I felt.

In front of him appeared a man with hair that went past his shoulders and loose, dressed in a yellow suit. He walked with a limp, and from a distance, he thought it was a woman. As he approached, the wind blew his long hair, revealing his face. It turned out to be a man. His yellow clothes were a yellow robe.

He blocked my way. "Do you have a mirror and a wooden comb?"

I said no.

He said, "You didn't, I did!" He took a small round mirror and a wooden comb from his pocket and stood in front of me, looking into the mirror, and began to straighten his long hair.

I said, "Get out of the way, don't block the way!"

He asked me, "What are you going to do?"

I said, "To bury a dead man!"

He gave an "oh", tilted his head and looked at the corpse on the carriage, and said, "You know, I just painted a picture!"

"What painting?" I asked.

"I drew a grave smoking. Furthermore, there was a line of words: Green Smoke Graveyard, Burying Yunshan! the man said.

I couldn't help but be stunned. He no longer dared to underestimate the other party. He knew that he had met an expert this time. He recalled that Er Nengdan had mentioned Tao Daxian in the city not too long ago, and asked: "Are you Tao Daxian?"

Looking in the mirror, he combed his hair and said, "I didn't expect my looks to be so explosive, and my name was spread so widely. Everyone knows about me!"

"Then Tao Daxian, why are you looking for me?" I was a little nervous.

"Help you bury someone to death!"

I looked at his leg and said, "You're lame!"

He said yes, he had been crippled.

I said, "Er Nengdan brought some people to cripple you, right? I remember him saying that! Because you didn't say anything nice when you calculated the outcome for the son of the county's family! "

Tao Daxian nodded, but continued to comb his hair while looking at himself in the mirror, and said: "He was the one who crippled me! But I am still grateful to him! "

"Why?"

"Because the sheriff let him shoot me. But he only lame one of my legs. and gave me a few thousand dollars as a pension. Do you think he's a good person? I don't think he's reluctant to use his heavy hand because I'm too good-looking! He was good to everyone! Very generous! "Including the extremely ugly and stinky beggars on the roadside!" Tao Daxian put away the mirror and the wooden brush, then acted as if he was being serious.

"He's a good person, but his fate isn't good!" "No," I said.

"You're wrong!"

"Wrong?" "Why do you say I was wrong?"

"You think a person died early, just because his fate was bad?"

"Isn't it?" I asked.

"But have you ever thought about where a person's soul would go after death?" Tao Daxian said.

"Where else can we go? Go to the Underworld!" Or heaven! " "No," I said.

Tao Daxian shook his head, his eyes becoming somewhat blurred, and said: "There is no hell or heaven! The soul was a type of energy. Wherever the energy came from, it would eventually return to that place! Life is just an experience, a process. People began to cry. Crying is because I feel that this world is unfamiliar, crying is because I'm afraid to leave this world. "

"What are you talking about? It's very profound, I don't understand!" I'll trouble you to get out of my way! " I said, holding back my impatience. He felt that the person before him was a mysterious figure.

"Er Nengdan's soul has already completed this game called Life. It is time for his soul to return to where it belongs! " Tao Daxian said.

"Where does it belong?" I asked.

"In a smoking grave!" Tao Daxian said.

"Where to find a smoking grave?" I felt a headache for the man in front of me, but I was also afraid of him.

"Follow me!"

Thus, I pulled the carriage and followed behind Tao Daxian. Not far. I noticed that the environment had changed. There were no longer green wheat fields on either side of him. Instead, they arrived at a large, yellow desert. There was no smoke, no wind, no sun. The sky was green with yellow.

"Where is this?" I panicked completely and stopped, afraid to go any further.

Tao Daxian did not speak, and instead looked into the distance.

The yellow sand beneath his feet began to flow. It was as if a huge funnel had appeared in the desert. The more yellow sand gathered in one place, the more it leaked out. The yellow sand flowed faster and faster.

An unknown amount of time passed.

The yellow sand under our feet was gone. There were wheat fields I felt more familiar with. But it was no longer the same wheat field. The wheat seedlings in the wheat fields here grew vigorously, and the leaves, free of frost, were almost knee-high. It felt like spring. There was a large grave in front of him.

A wisp of green smoke was rising from the top of the grave.

"Where is this place?" I asked, looking around. No one, not even a tree.

Tao Daxian said: "This is in the heart of one person!"

"The heart?" I couldn't help but be surprised. "Whose heart?"

"In Jin Shi's heart!"

"Jin Shi?" I was familiar with the name, and I recalled the two pictures that the man who had combed his hair last night had shown me. The Short Hunchback in the photo had an identical face to me. He held a pile of feces in his hands and even bit on the feces in his mouth.

I said, "Isn't Jin Shi just a fool! You even eat shit! "

Tao Daxian said, "Yes! He's a fool! "

"Why are you in his heart?" I asked.

Tao Daxian pointed to the big grave that was emitting green smoke, and said: "Bury Er Nengdan in that grave! That is the origin of his soul! "

"Alright! How troublesome, to have to dig up the grave! I still have to climb up and dig this huge grave! " I muttered disapprovingly. However, he still dragged the carriage with all the strength he could muster. He approached the grave. I put down the truck. He picked up the shovel that had been placed on the cart and climbed up to a large grave the size of a small hill.

When I came into contact with the smoke, I smelled its dry, pungent odor, but for some reason I felt a great grief in my heart, and I couldn't help but cry.

Tao Daxian stood in the distance and looked at me coldly.

I began to dig the grave with the shovel. He dug while crying. The more he cried, the harder he dug. He almost forgot his fatigue.

An unknown amount of time passed.

I was still digging, my hands bleeding from the wooden handle of the shovel. I didn't get half the depth of the grave.

"Alright, take a break!"

I stopped and looked at Tao Daxian who was standing far away.

"Do you know who's buried here?" Tao Daxian asked.

I shook my head. "Who is it?"

[Alright, let's end it here for today!] Tomorrow! Please look forward to it.

Here, let me say a few words to everyone. Many readers complain to me that they don't understand. The more they read, the more confused they become. He was both anxious and annoyed. I mean, I'm only at this stage of my writing right now, the stage you're still trying to understand. I haven't even written it out yet! It would be strange if you could understand it. Don't doubt your IQ.

But this is the necessary structure of the book. I have to write that.

My writing is always controversial. But the old readers who silently read on will understand. I'm brewing something. When the time comes, it will definitely give you a huge burst, allowing you to understand everything and understand everything. and then become a devoted reader of mine (please don't mind the arrogance of this).

I hope everyone isn't in a hurry with this book. Every plot is carefully drawn over and over again. It is impossible to say that in the end I wrote you a "Heavenly Book" that you could not understand. Don't you see that I try to use the words "easy to get close to people" and "ground gas"!

I want to tell you this: this is a book that everyone can read. Give me a little more time, please. You'll understand when I've finished writing it. Believe me, what awaits you is a full-blown shock!

Some people were worried that this book was about to evolve into a fantasy or science fiction novel. I tell you in all seriousness that I disdain writing traditional fantasy and science fiction. As for the nature of this book, it was indeed quite complicated. Everyone would have to finish reading it before they could come to a conclusion.

Everyone, don't say that I'm acting arrogantly. When I write a book, the amount of money I earn is secondary. And to accomplish a dream: to create a unique style of writing, suspenseful of the best of the masterpieces. To be able to attack your minds. That was the most important thing.

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