Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

There is only one mound of earth on the back hill, which is very easy to recognize.

Hearing this, he had no choice but to give up.

He found three carriages and went back to start transporting the jars in the cellar to the border.

After completing the carrying task, he climbed up the big tree and picked the fruits from the tree easily.

Eating and crying under the tree.

The fruit is sweet, but his heart is bitter.

It turned out that this farewell at the inn was the last time they saw each other.

He said he didn't want to live in poverty.

In the end, I came back here to guard this little world.

"Jiang Liya, you lied to me again."

He saw her grave, a beautiful cemetery.

It can be seen that every year someone sweeps the grave for this mound of earth.

The surrounding is clean and there are no weeds.

The master was right, she was the only one within a ten-mile radius.

The master said that she wanted to be buried here herself.

Even the blueprint of the cemetery was drawn by her.

The last people to see her were a group of small children.

She was stabbed dozens of times and rolled down to the edge of a muddy pool. Everyone speculated which bandit den she had escaped from.

She is a very kind person, and all the neighbors in the surrounding area have benefited from her kindness to some extent.

Fight from one bandit den to another.

As a result, the people living here lived a peaceful life for a long time.

The person who collected her body was an old woman.

The old woman passed away a few years ago.

Jiang Yunli stayed in the town for two days.

Everyone here was vying to speak highly of Jiang Liya's good deeds during her lifetime.

As he listened, he choked up.

"Erwa! Long time no see!"

A bearded uncle with his wife and children met the devil Jiang Yunli on the street. The uncle pulled him as he was wiping his tears and crying secretly.

"Where have you been all these years? What happened? What difficulties have you encountered?"

The strong voice carries a reassuring concern.

Jiang Yunli was stunned for a moment, "Who are you?"

"Don't you remember me? I'm Lei Zi! Do you remember the group of people who gambled with me back then? Look, this is my wife! The one with two pigtails, the one who cried whenever we fought, remember?" The uncle pulled the woman next to him and introduced her to Jiang Yunli.

Jiang Yunli thought about it.

He no longer has any recollection of his former friends.

I vaguely remember that I owed a lot of gambling debts.

"Yes, I still owe you money. I'll give you the amount now."

Jiang Yunli started to take out his wallet as he spoke.

The bearded uncle held his hand and said, "No, no, your sister has paid off all her debts. Have you eaten yet? Do you want to come to my house for a meal?"

Jiang Yunli's flash of doubt turned into a polite refusal, "I've eaten, thank you."

"Okay, come to my house for dinner later. If you have anything, just tell me. I'll be there anytime. I'm leaving now."

The bearded uncle walked away, rubbing his head and muttering, "When did this kid become so literary?"

The crowd is crowded, but the old friend is gone.

He had been looking for Jiang Liya for so many years, but in the end he only saw a grave.

The word "sister" that he didn't say out loud became a regret in his life.

When he returned to the yard of his hometown, he always felt the smell of wine in the yard. He followed the general direction and dug out a jar of wine and a bundle.

The bundle had rotted, revealing the silver and money inside.

There was also a letter inside, but it was so dark that I couldn't make out what was written on it.

A longevity lock fell out of the envelope, wrapped in red cloth, with the edges sewn crookedly, and it was obviously Jiang Liya's work.

But the small piece of red cloth broke into pieces with just a slight squeeze.

It’s not that the quality of the fabric is bad, but that he came back late.

Realizing this, he looked up in the direction of the grave. The sun was setting in the west, and her grave just overlapped with the sunset.

Jiang Yunli then took these things back to the border.

He got married and had children at the border.

Many years later, his children had all started their own families and he had grown old, so he petitioned the emperor to retire and return to his hometown, returning to that dilapidated little house.

The hut is very sturdy and has not been damaged by wind and sun for decades.

He picked up the wasteland that Jiang Liya had cleared, repaired the fence, and lay down where Jiang Liya had once lain, holding the longevity lock in a daze.

After inheriting the county lord's estate according to national law, he gave it all to the county lord's daughter as a dowry.