After becoming a vicious stepmother, the villain cub is super clingy

Jiang Tang felt wronged: "Sister-in-law, it was not right in the past, but we were forced to do this!"

"Our house was burned down yesterday. In the afternoon, Li said that her parents-in-law asked us to move my husband's tomb before dark!"

"I begged them for a long time, but they just wouldn't agree. They said that my man's cenotaph would hinder their family, ruin the feng shui of their ancestral tomb, and prevent Fusheng from passing the exam to become a Tongsheng!"

"I just thought that my husband is dead, and I can't let Fusheng fail the exam because of him. I asked someone yesterday, and they said that today is a good day and this time is suitable for menstruation, so I brought my three children here!"

The dead are the greatest, and Mo Laosi is a good person.

Mo Jingnian said, "Aunt, my stepmother is telling the truth. The Mo family has approached my stepmother several times about this matter. If she doesn't move away, we are really afraid that Brother Fusheng will not be able to pass the exam to become a Tongsheng!"

Little Mo Yijun's voice became a little hoarse from crying.

"My dad was raised by my grandparents. People in the Mo family always said that my dad was the most filial. As his children, we can't let others poke our spines!"

"The fact that we are making so much noise shows that we are filial to our father. We are kneeling here to show our final filial piety to him, so that he can rest in peace in the afterlife!"

The noise outside died down, and the people of the Mo family bravely came out.

When Mo Dazhu and Mo Sanbao saw that the people outside the door were Jiang Tang and her three children, Mo Dazhu picked up a shovel and was about to hit them.

"Jiang Tang, you son of a bitch, what do you want to do with these little bastards? Who do you want to curse to death in our family?"

Mo Dazhu is a cruel and ruthless person. He beats his own wife whenever they have a disagreement, let alone Jiang Tang, who is such a bad person.

"Dazhu, what do you want to do!" The shovel was snatched away before it even fell.

The old village chief had a dark face: "No matter what, Jiang Tang is your brother's wife, do you still want to cause a death?"

Mo Dazhu glared at Jiang Tang: "Village Chief, don't let your heart wander to the armpits. Why don't you ask what this bitch did?"

"You bastards, take these rotten things off your bodies right now, or I'll skin you alive!"

Mo Dazhu's eyes were fierce, like a bandit's eyes.

The mischievous Mo Yijun covered her mouth with her hands, not daring to make any sound.

Jiang Tang was also afraid, so he still stood in front of the three children.

"Village chief, I didn't want to do this. They forced me to move my husband's grave quickly. Moving a grave is a big deal. The Mo family is where the fourth son was born and raised. These three children are the fourth son's flesh and blood. If I don't do this, the Mo family and I will be stabbed in the back!"

"You took pity on us, mother and son, and arranged a place for us to live. Yesterday, everything was destroyed in a fire. I can only use this simple method to pray for my man's soul!"

Jiang Tang's eyes turned red as he spoke, and his voice choked with sobs.

When Mo Yijun saw her stepmother winking at her, she immediately started to sob.

She knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the Mo family's gate: "Grandpa and grandma, we didn't mean it. Dad grew up here. If we don't come and talk about it, I'm afraid he will come back to find you!"

"Eldest aunt is timid, Third aunt is afraid of ghosts, and Grandma doesn't dare to go to the toilet alone at night. If we don't cry, what will we do if Dad comes looking for you at night?"

Mo Jingnian burst into tears, and Mo Jingchun repeated what his sister said.

It was a very sad atmosphere and the villagers couldn't help twitching their lips.

Mo Dazhu clenched his fists, he couldn't find the words to refute.

Jiang Tang quickly glanced around and sniffed, "Village Chief, everyone, move back!"

"When the suona sounds, it means either ascension to heaven or worship. I want my man to die peacefully!"

The shrill sound of mourning rang out again.

Some people shed tears.

All the men and women of the Mo family came out, and even the children were all dressed neatly.

When Mrs. Mo saw the three children kneeling on the ground in mourning clothes and holding mourning sticks in their hands, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

"When the suona sounds, it either ascends to heaven or worships in the hall!"

Jiang Tang seized the opportunity and shouted again.

The three of them quarreled at the door of the Mo family for more than an hour.

When it was time for the fast, Mo Jingchun held the mourning stick in his left hand, supported himself on the ground with his right hand, and kowtowed to the village chief and clan elders with his younger brothers and sisters.

They begged the elders to take them to move the grave.

The village chief called Old Man Mo several times, but Old Man Mo hid in the house and refused to come out.

The village chief could only go up the mountain with a few elders.

The three children followed Jiang Tang's instructions and cried all the way.

When crossing the bridge, shout: "Dad, we've crossed the bridge!"

When we were on the mountain, we shouted, "Dad, we're going up the mountain!"

Jiang Tang even gathered up her strength, and even though her cheeks were sore from blowing, she did not stop.

People in Changtan Village and nearby villages would bury their dead on another hill.

Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up, you can see messy graves standing there.

It was as if it was dark and there were countless people standing here.

Women with weak bodies are easily attracted to dirty things, so the women who came to watch the show followed them to the foot of the mountain and waited there.

The remaining men followed them up the mountain.

After climbing only 20 to 30 meters, Mo Jingchun stopped and pointed at an inconspicuous little grave: "This is it!"

"Are you sure?" Jiang Tang widened his eyes.

The grave where she buried her dog in her previous life was bigger than this.

Mo Jingchun had no expression on his face, and the old village chief had a dark face: "Brother Chun, are you mistaken? The Mo family's ancestral tomb is at the top!"

"Grandpa Village Chief, am I right? This is my father's cenotaph. Grandpa asked my second and third uncles to bring us to build this for my father!"

"My second uncle said that my father died a violent death and cannot be placed in the ancestral tomb. I was young and ignorant, so I just followed what my second uncle said!"

"It's just nonsense!"

The old village chief's chest was shaking with anger.

Several elders of the clan remained silent.

Jiang Tang finally understood why Old Man Mo didn't come out no matter how he called him.

This is because he has done something immoral and is afraid of being scolded!

"Village chief, are we still moving?" Mo Jingchun asked cautiously.

"Must move!"

Jiang Tang's voice was so loud that it startled everyone.

"Village Chief, the place chosen by the Mo family for my man has bad feng shui. Good feng shui should at least be close to mountains and water. Look at my man, he has mountains and water at his back, and there are many rocks here!"

"If this continues for a long time, the three children will become seriously ill, and in serious cases, they may die!"

Jiang Tang was not joking.

She grew up in the countryside. There was a very good Yin-Yang master in the village. She learned to play the suona from him.

The Yin-Yang master had no children, so he treated him as his daughter and told her all the strange things he had encountered.

She has seen too many cases where children and grandchildren suffered constant disasters due to bad feng shui of the cemetery.

Even though Mo Laosi's is just a cenotaph, it is also tainted with his luck.

People whose half bodies are to be buried in the ground will understand something about Feng Shui, but they will definitely care about these things.

Who doesn’t want their descendants to have good luck in the future?