When I traveled through time, I relied on the system to lie flat all the way

When the villagers next to him heard this, they laughed and said, "Don't worry, as long as there are no natural disasters like strong winds and heavy rains, this house will be fine.

Except for a little squeeze, of course. "

On the other side, several women were helping Old Mrs. Li clean up the house. Old Mrs. Li fell into silence as she looked at the woman on the bed.

"Aunt Li, you have to show your condolences. Girl Rou is still young, so your body can't collapse."

Mrs. Li nodded and choked with sobs: "I know, Xintong is gone now, I have to take good care of myself and watch Sirou and this little one grow up well."

The people in the room looked at this scene with sadness in their eyes. No one wanted to experience the feeling of a white-haired person giving a black-haired person a gift.

Mrs. Li wiped her tears, stood up and took a set of clean clothes from the cabinet. After she packed them for Xintong, Li Sirou also came back.

After seeing that everything was packed away, she came to the house and saw her grandma sitting next to the original mistress. She took a deep breath and said, "Mirror, it's been packed over there.

The village chief's uncle has arranged for the coffin to be delivered to the old house. Now, we just need to move the things there. "

Mrs. Li nodded. Just as she was about to say something, a sound came from the yard.

"Auntie, my dad asked me to help pull things over."

When Mrs. Li saw that the man was the son of the village chief, she said, "It turns out to be Yuande."

The man looked at Aunt Li and said, "My father said to send the things over first, and then I will pick up Sister Xintong."

Mrs. Li shook her head and said: "Yuan De, you are already troublesome just by helping us deliver things.

Xintong won’t bother you. "

"Aunt,..." The man wanted to say something else, but Aunt Li stopped him.

"Xintong, I'll carry it myself."

When Li Sirou heard this, she looked at her mother and said, "I'll carry it. Don't worry, I'm strong and I won't hit my mother."

Aunt Li glanced at Li Sirou, and although she was a little reluctant, she still nodded.

When Yuan De saw this, he didn't say anything. In the village, people who have died are generally not moved. Even if they are moved, they have to be carried by their children.

And she couldn't stop in the middle, she couldn't cry tired, and she couldn't change people. Once she was on her way, she had to be taken to her destination and placed in a coffin.

In this way, Yuande helped move all the things to the mule cart, and then rushed to the old house.

Li Sirou looked at the original mistress, put on the hijab prepared by her grandmother, and carried the original mistress on her back out of the room.

Aunt Li was holding the infant baby behind her. Her face was covered with tears, but she was saying some words that Li Sirou couldn't understand.

The little man, carrying his mother on his back, walked forward firmly.

The villagers in the courtyard looked at this scene with different emotions in their eyes.

The younger villagers had doubts in their eyes. They didn't know what this behavior meant.

But the slightly older old man, looking at this scene now, his eyes were full of tears, and some even cried.

"Milk, why are you crying?"

In the crowd, a little girl about the same age as Li Sirou looked at her grandma and asked.

The old man looked at Li Sirou's back and choked with sobs: "I feel sorry for you girl Rou."

"why?"

The old man looked at the person slowly disappearing in front of him and choked up: "From now on, it will be her who supports the family.

For her to carry her mother behind her back means that from now on, the family will be supported by her.

No matter what happens, she has to rely on herself. She is no longer a child. "

The little girl looked at Li Sirou's back, her eyes still a little confused.

The old man looked at his granddaughter and smiled. It was not a last resort. Who would be willing to let his own child go through this?

Li Sirou didn't know what they were thinking. She carried the original mistress on her back and walked firmly towards the old house.

Before going out, grandma told her that once she puts it on her back, she can't stop in the middle.

There is a custom in the village that once stopped, the deceased will have a very difficult time walking on the road to the underworld.

Li Sirou didn't believe in evil before, but now that she has traveled through time here, she has to say that she has begun to believe it in her heart.

She has taken over her daughter's body, so she can't let her walk unsteadily on the road to hell.

Mrs. Li looked at her granddaughter's back, a trace of relief flashed in her eyes.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the little baby in her arms, and murmured: "Maybe it's time to let it go, that's fine, grandma will take good care of you."

The village chief and others were in the old house and watched Li Sirou's small body slowly walking over with Xintong on her back.

Seeing that young face covered with sweat, these grown men felt uncomfortable.

Li Sirou didn't have time to look at them. When she saw the coffin, she walked towards it.

The village chief looked at an older man in the village and said warmly: "Third uncle, I want to trouble you."

The old man shook his head, "No trouble, this little baby is great."

After saying that, he walked to the coffin with a cane and waited for a while to lend a hand.

When Mrs. Li saw it was her third uncle, she said sincerely, "I'm sorry to trouble you, third uncle."

"No trouble."

In this way, after the third uncle helped Li Sirou bury the original mistress, he looked at Old Mrs. Li and said, "You remember to prepare for the burial tomorrow."

"Okay, third uncle, I understand."

In this way, because of the help of the villagers, Li Sirou and the others quickly settled down.

At night, because there was no oil lamp, Li Sirou could only keep burning the fire in the house.

Seeing that the time was almost up, she said in a deep voice: "Nai, it's time for you to rest."

Mrs. Li shook her head and said, "I'm not sleepy yet, you can go to sleep."

"You are not feeling well today. If you don't rest, you will have no energy tomorrow."

Old Mrs. Li said in a deep voice: "I want to guard your mother. It would be bad if a wild cat runs in."

Li Sirou knew that there was this saying, but she didn't expect that it was also said in ancient times.

"Nai, go to sleep, I'll watch over you.

Don't worry, you won't let that wild cat in. "

Seeing what else she wanted to say, Li Sirou added: "Even if you don't sleep, you still have to lie down with my sister for a while.

She would definitely be cold lying in bed alone. "

Mrs. Li thought so. She nodded and said, "Let me lie down with her for a while, and I will switch to you later."

After leaving, he came back and warned, "Don't be afraid, grandma is with you."

"I'm not afraid, don't worry, my mother, I have nothing to be afraid of."

Mrs. Li saw that she was really not afraid, so she went back to the next door with confidence.

Li Sirou glanced at the coffin and chuckled, thinking to herself, she had never seen any dead people in her previous life, so how could she be afraid.

In that kind of environment, if you are afraid, you can only wait to die.

What's more, in order to survive, many lives have already been stained on his hands.

Looking at the moonlight outside the door, Li Sirou remembered the machine sound in her head.

"Are you here? System."

"Yes, Master."

"What system are you in?" Li Sirou asked.