Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Thinking of this, Ding Mu immediately changed his tune and said, "Master, since this is the case, do you lack any people here? Can I work here? I can't find my cousin now, so I might as well work here Live well, you don't need to pay me much, I have the right to be in your place where you have a lot of knowledge and many people waiting for my brother."

The old man frowned as soon as he heard this, and repeatedly refused, but finally couldn't stand Ding Mu's earnest words. He heard that he didn't need wages, didn't take up space, and only needed to help run errands, so he agreed.

Ding Mu was left behind as a courier, whose main job was to pick up and deliver clothes for each household.

The job of the delivery man is very good. There is a fixed stop to charge the flashlight, and you can also take the opportunity to go out to investigate. You can also contact the residents of the town to obtain information.

The whole is very good.

"Don't you need to sign a contract?" Ding Mu asked.

The old man gave him a surprised look, then shook his head and said, "No need."

He thought for a while, and then said: "To the outside world, you say that it is my nephew who came to share the work for me. Anyway, you don't have any wages, so you don't need to stay longer. You can go back to your house in two days."

He didn't look like he wanted Ding Mu to stay longer.

Maybe it was a kind reminder from someone in the know, or maybe it was just because I didn't want to deal with foreigners.

In short, Ding Mu stayed here smoothly. He had just entered the hospital, and before he could ask anything, there was a job waiting for him.

"You go and give this to Mrs. Yang at West No. 2." The old man pointed to the clothes on the hanger. It was an evening dress, which looked dignified and solemn, as if attending some kind of funeral, which was not suitable for wearing too much It was worn on expensive occasions, "Tell her that the neckline of the clothes has been mended, and in the future, I will not take on the work of mending clothes."

Ding Mu nodded, didn't ask why, just wrapped his clothes and took them away.

He thought to himself, why didn't he take on the job of mending clothes anymore?There are only two reasons. First, the workers who originally repaired clothes are no longer competent for such delicate work, and are no longer as handy as before, so they must retire. Second, the original repairers quit.

Why not?How about some extra money?

He thought, perhaps the worker who repaired clothes was A's mother. While he felt the absurdity of this idea, he also subconsciously affirmed it.

This conjecture was confirmed by Mrs. Yang.

When Ding Mu told Mrs. Yang the news, she had a strange look of sadness and joy on her face, which made her look neither crying nor laughing.

"Oh, it's a pity that Mei has such a good craftsmanship." Mrs. Yang said with a sigh.

"Yes, my aunt's craftsmanship is the best. I have seen her embroider small flowers before. They don't feel harsh on clothes, and they are beautiful and light." Ding Mu said with a smile, "Yang Ma'am, can I come into your house and drool? Oh, forget it, it's not good, I can drink it at the door. I'm really sorry, I went to bed too late yesterday, and got up early in the morning, so I was a little confused. "

Mrs. Yang didn't really want to invite people into the house at first, but after hearing what the other party said, her heart softened again, and she said, "It's okay, come in and have a seat."

After Ding Mu entered the living room, he sat down on the sofa in an orderly manner, neither looking around nor walking around, which made Mrs. Yang feel at ease.

The two chatted one after another.

"Speaking of which, I haven't heard that she has a sister. Are you a child of her cousin's family?" Mrs. Yang asked.

Ding Mu thought for a while and said, "Not cousins ​​either. Thinking about it this way, the relationship between my aunt and I is quite distant. My mother's mother is somewhat related to her. When I was young, I heard them say that my grandma They had a very good relationship in the first generation, but something happened and they moved away, so it seems that they are not very close now, if it weren't for my mother... I might not know that she is my aunt until now."

He made it up to the point of believing it himself.

When Mrs. Yang heard this, she was a little confused for a moment, she nodded, and said, "Oh, that's no wonder, your aunt moved in more than ten years ago, this small town is closed, and it's normal for the previous relationship to be estranged."

She thought for a while and asked, "Did the letter your aunt send you say anything else? Just reminiscing about the old days? What about the letter your cousin sent you? I haven't seen you for so many years. What you want to say must be very good." Is there too much?"

She is testing.

Ding Mu figured it out, so he just shook his head in confusion, and said: "The letter my aunt sent me only contained memories of her childhood with my mother, nothing else, but the letter my cousin sent me The letter seems to be..."

"Like what?" Mrs. Yang seemed to be asking ordinary questions, but her hands were already nervously grasping the corner of her lower garment, and her body also leaned forward slightly, looking a little nervous.

"It seems that he found something, but I don't understand the specifics. I don't know what he means." Ding Mu secretly paid attention to her state, and said naturally as if he didn't notice it.

"Like what?" Mrs. Yang asked. As soon as the words came out, she felt that something was wrong. She seemed to care too much about this matter, so she made up for it: "I remember that I also received a message from your aunt. but she didn't know what state she was in at the time—her body was not very good, she probably had some illnesses at that time—she said some strange things, hahaha, meeting you suddenly made me think Woke up."

Ding Mu smiled, and seemed to believe her words. He looked at the clock and said, "Oh, it's getting late, I should go back, Sister Yang, let's stop chatting, I should go back to work gone."

He smacked his lips, as if he didn't really want to go to work.

Mrs. Yang wanted to ask him something, how could she let him go, so she hurriedly grabbed him and said: "Hey, don't worry, the tea is not finished yet, young man, you can talk to my sister, I just did it The biscuits will be baked right away, try my handiwork!"

This is exactly what Ding Mu wanted, he shied away twice, then sat back with a helpless face, and said, "Sister Yang, I am not absent from work."

It seems that he is really a social animal who works part-time with others and is afraid of being deducted by the boss.

"Don't worry, I'll tell your boss later." Mrs. Yang said, "Your cousin didn't say anything, just left without a word?"

She seems to think that A and A's mother must know something.

"I don't know. He wrote a lot of words. I can't understand a lot of things. It seems to be related to mathematics and religion. Do you know what this means?" Ding Mu tried to quote the words. .

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Mrs. Yang's face changed slightly the moment the words entered her ears.

Ding Mu immediately judged that this incident had something to do with the stone tablet on the edge of the town.