Qiao Yanran returned home, came to the main room, searched in the room, and finally found the copper money in the convenient bag under the cabinet.
She took out the coin and observed it carefully. Except for some strange smell, she didn't find anything wrong for a while.
Did she make a mistake?
Qiao Yanran thought of this, frowned, fingers holding money, eyes some unconscious look forward, the brain quickly this matter again.
She turned the square hole of the copper coin in her hand, and accidentally touched an uneven thing in her finger abdomen. She gave a yelp.
Qiao Yanran put the coin in front of her eyes and carefully observed the inner wall of the holes in the four corners of the coin. Then she saw a dense line of small characters on it.
Borrow Yang Shou for a month.
Her pupils contracted sharply.
Qiao Yanran carefully observed this coin and found that there was a coin on every coin left!
That is to say, if you take in a coin, you have to pay for a month's longevity.
At present, these copper plates have been taken down, and there is no way to send them back. If you want to save Yang carpenter's life, you can only solve the problem from the root.
Who on earth wants to borrow longevity?
If we can solve this problem, the contract will disappear automatically, and it will be solved naturally.
Qiao Yan Ran touched chin, feel this matter some thorny.
Intuition told her that the evil master of Jieshou had a deep connection with the hundreds of sacrificial personnel she saw that day.
Those personnel, if single choice, she does not pay attention at all, if together, with her current strength, can not deal with.
Qiao Yan Ran was silent for a long time, while pondering the way to break the game, he put all the copper plates scattered on the ground back into the instant noodle pocket and put them back in their original position.
The time came to noon.
Qiao Yanran is still preparing to cook some noodles by herself. Her lunch is all right. Unexpectedly, when she is planning to do it by herself, Yang carpenter comes back.
When carpenter Yang came back, he also carried a bowl of rice in his hand, which was specially prepared for the two children at home.
Yang Baoliang's family had a funeral. The food was not bad. The food was rich and the oil was plentiful.
Carpenter Yang took two pairs of chopsticks from his home, separated the food in the porcelain basin and gave Qiao Yanran more than half of it, leaving the rest for Mengmeng.
"Dad has had lunch at your uncle Baoliang's house. It's just you two. Eat while it's hot. I'll help you uncle Baoliang in the afternoon. You two stay at home and don't go out. Do you know?"
Carpenter Yang vacated the porcelain basin, bowed his head to explain to them, and left in a hurry.
Qiao Yanran nodded, pulled the bowl on the table to his own position, picked out the red meat in the rice bowl and put it in the Mengmeng bowl.
Yang Baoliang's funeral was mostly filled with fat meat, only a little bit of red meat.
Mengmeng is picky. She only likes red meat, but she doesn't like big fat meat. She's tired of it, but Qiao Yanran is not picky.
Meat is fine.
Mengmeng covered the mouth of the bowl with her little fat hand, and her voice was soft. "Brother, eat. There are many pomelo in Mengmeng bowl."
But my brother was so greedy for meat that he gave it to Mengmeng. Mengmeng was so happy.