Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

The grave-moving ceremony of Zhang's mother and Zhang's father has been completed, and they are about to leave for Zhangjia Village.

Qianghua changed into linen and walked in front of the team.

We didn't get on the carriage until we left the boundary of Heyao County.

After half a month of good food and drink, the Zhang clan members who came here were all red-faced and looked at Qianghua with stars in their eyes, wishing they could follow her for the rest of their lives.

When we set off, it was as if we were going to charge, and everyone was full of energy.

In addition, Qianghua bought ten more horses and carriages, so everyone doesn't have to walk back to Zhangjiacun. Not to mention being more energetic every day, they can't wait to travel a thousand miles in one day.

In less than ten days, a group of people entered the boundaries of Zhangjia Village.

Someone had already returned to the village in advance to report the news. When Qianghua arrived at the entrance of the village, the patriarch of the Zhang family had already changed into plain clothes and was waiting at the entrance of the village with his husband and children.

There was also an old man and a woman around her age who were also dressed in plain clothes. They were also waiting with their wife/husband and children.

"Auntie, second uncle, third aunt." Qianghua stepped forward and saluted.

Zhang's mother is the youngest sister of the three.

"Hey," Chief Zhang responded, raising his hand to wipe his red eyes with his sleeve, "Take your mother and father home first. Your house has already been tidied up."

Qianghua nodded and followed the leader to the end of the village.

The house where Zhang's mother stayed was on a hillside at the end of the village.

The first thing that catches the eye are the bamboo leaves all over the ground, followed by the houses made of mud bricks and wood.

At the foot of the house, there is half a meter of thick yellow soil mixed with straw and gravel as the foundation, and then there is the wooden house.

However, it has been uninhabited all year round, coupled with the wind, sun and rain, the wooden walls outside have begun to turn white, as if they are about to decay.

But one thing to say, this house is indeed quite big.

A few steps into the door is the patio, and around the patio is the main hall. There are side rooms on both sides, and further in there is the main room and so on.

The coffins of Zhang's mother and Zhang's father were temporarily parked in the main hall.

After returning to Zhangjiacun, many things became simpler, and with Zhang Hongqi here, the ceremony of moving the graves of Zhang Mingbao's mother and father did not require Qiang to worry at all. She only needed to do what Zhang Hongqi said.

As the coffin was buried in the ground, Qianghua followed Zhang Hongqi and took the prepared thank-you gifts to the people who helped. Then she followed the Zhang clan leader to pay back the things owed to help clean up the old house one by one. Only then did she have time to stop. Come down and rest.

The land on the hillside was left by Zhang's mother and now belongs to Zhang Mingbao. It is surrounded by arrow bamboos and some low shrubs to block other people's sight. The privacy is quite high.

No one in the Zhang clan wanted to engulf them, which made her think more highly of them.

Qianghua stood in front of the house, took a hamster with yellow and white hair from her shoulder and threw it into the thick pile of bamboo leaves.

Everything around here is good. There are few people around, which is convenient for her to do things. But the only bad thing is that when the wind blows at night, the surrounding bamboo leaves rustle, which sounds too noisy. When she walks outside at night, the bamboo shadows sway and move. There is no difference in the ghost land.

Xiaoba rolled around in the pile of bamboo leaves, making a chirping sound, and stood up, with his front paws on his chest, half dead with anger.

Just as he was about to curse, he heard the cry of a child, and his cheeks suddenly bulged out in frustration.

"Aunt Nineteen..."

"Grandma Nineteen..."

"Nineteenth Aunt..."

A series of chirping sounds came from far away. When people got closer, they realized that the series of sounds just now were made by an eight-year-old little girl and two little boys.

Zhang Mingbao was ranked 19th among her generation. She was only ranked 5th in the ranking. If the entire Zhang family was included, she would be ranked 100th.

The Zhang family is a very large family.

In the entire Zhangjia Village, except for the husbands who married outside, there were no other surnames living there.

There are nearly 150 households, each with at least ten people.

When Qianghua learned about this population size, she really couldn't help but stare.

In some remote places, this is at least the residential population of a town.

"Aunt Nineteen..." The person who started the conversation was eight-year-old Xing Miao, who often walked through most of the village with two little guys younger than her to play with her.

It’s just that there is one more person today, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a beautiful face…

Qianghua hesitated for a moment. Indeed, this young man's appearance could only be described as beautiful.

In this country, because women have to bear a lot of physical labor in society, their bodies are generally relatively tall and powerful, and their faces are exposed to all kinds of weather and are not maintained. I can only say that they are not ugly.

Men who live in embroidered buildings, not only do not go out of the door, but also do not step out, but they are generally delicate and frail, not as strong as women, and their hairpins are powdered, and their faces are relatively soft, not "knife-cut" or "knife-carved". "face.

If there is, he must be the type who will be scolded for looking sharp and mean and unable to marry.

Qianghua's eyes did not linger on the boy for long, mainly because... times have changed...

Men in this world are good-looking, gentle and considerate, virtuous and take care of their families.

But there was a disadvantage. As long as she dared to keep her gaze on them, she would be scolded, either by the person looking at her, or by the people next to her who thought she had the intention of indecently assaulting others.

If it were someone with a bad temper, he might slap her in the face and call her obscene.

She couldn't even reason.

Thinking of this, Qiang Mei's brows were knotted.

I want to say something, but I have nowhere to say it.

"Why are you here?" Qianghua asked Zhang Xingmiao.

Zhang Xingmiao was a little embarrassed and raised the basket in his hand, "Aunt Nineteen, can we pull some bamboo shoots?"

Thinking it was a big deal, Qianghua waved her hand indifferently, "Go ahead, just pull it out as you did in the past. I can't eat that much anyway."

"Thank you Aunt Nineteen!" Zhang Xingmiao said happily, turning to look at the young man, "Brother Zhi, I just said that Aunt Fourteen wouldn't care about us pulling bamboo shoots."

The young man's face immediately turned red. He glanced at Qianghua sheepishly, turned his head and whispered, "Thank you, thank you..."

Qianghua felt strange in her heart, "No, it's not a big deal."

After saying that, he bent down to pick up Xiaoba from the ground and entered the house.

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