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Chapter 163 Passing by the Village

He looked up and met Shi Luo's anticipated gaze.

"It tastes great." The fried bread was small. After Ming Xun swallowed the fried bread, he commented with certainty.

Shi Luo just ate one and found it tasted good, so he fed it to Mingxun.

Seeing Shi Luo pick up another one and preparing to send it to Ming Xun's mouth, Ming Xun tilted his head and avoided it, "Luo Luo eats it by himself, I'll eat egg cake."

I didn’t buy much fried bread, but I had a taste of it on time. One portion was not enough, so Mingxun couldn’t bear to eat it.

The more profound the family is, the more respect the children raised will be. Ming Xun never speaks and does things on weekdays, and even the food is no different from Shi Luo. In the morning, he was weak in his body, and lunch was

If you can, you will be exempted. The old man is really looking at it tightly, so he asked someone to pack some easy-to-digestible things in the company canteen.

Ming Xun can eat it easily, but he prefers to eat better every time, so he goes to the hotel from time to time to bring back some exquisite and delicious snacks and new dishes with good taste.

Shi Luobu argued with Ming Xun, and she could not say Ming Xun at this time.

After eating most of the time, Ming Xun finished the remaining egg cake and porridge.

After breakfast, the group continued to walk out without delay.

Siliang County is located in the southwest of China. From Shangjing, it takes five provinces, especially the trails. Even if you drive day and night, it takes two days and two nights.

For Ming Xun's health, Shi Luo added another talisman to the ancient corpse, so there was no need to stop day and night.

Because you are walking on a small road, you must pass through some county towns and villages.

When passing another rice field, Mingxun pressed the car window and looked out.

"This is a machine for harvesting rice." There were no machines on the hill where Shi Luo lived. The rice harvesting was still primitive and it was cut with a sickle. It was also artificial to beat rice. Later, I went to many places with the old man. I saw rice drilling machines and went there again.

The last large harvester can directly harvest the rice in the field.

These are common to Shi Luo, but Ming Xun looks novel.

"This place is not far from Shangjing, and I have never been here." Because of my poor health over the years, Ming Xun often went on business trips in Shangjing, but he was picked up by car, so he was in the downtown area.

They rarely walk around, don't mention this countryside.

Shi Luo looked out along Ming Xun's gaze.

"When this matter is processed, you are in good health. I will take you to the mountain. The scenery on the mountain is better than here. I have set up a piece of land to grow vegetables, and occasionally there are small things coming to steal food." Shi Luo looked at the fields in three or three in three to two in the field.

The villagers said, "In the past, harvesting crops was much more lively than this. At that time, there were no such advanced machines. During the busy farming period, the villagers rely on labor. The family harvested them, and relatives and friends who had time came to help. When it was another family's turn, they would go there as well.

Help, even children are not free.”

"Then Luoluo will accompany me to take a walk and have a look." No matter how good the scenery elsewhere is, it is not as good as the place where Luoluo grew up.

In addition to car navigation during this trip to Siliang County, Mingxun also prepared a detailed map, including maps of provinces and cities along the road. According to the map instructions, after getting off the expressway, they passed through several nearby villages and would be closer.

The villagers have lived together for decades, and they know the details of whom. When the car outside passes, the villagers can notice it as soon as they are passing by. The villagers stand in groups of three or three and look at their doors, looking at the car.

The people in the car commented on it.

This is another novel experience for Ming Xun.

But this trip is destined to be smooth.

When passing through the second village, at the entrance of the village, the car had to stop.

It is because an elderly man died in the village, and the customs in the village are complex. These forms are commonly known in different places. According to the name of Kuaishan Village, it is called sending out the soul. The soul of the deceased person is peeled off from the body, and the living relatives need to send the soul to the world. Usually

All require two to three days of rituals.

On the last night, the younger generation would prepare various paper horses, carts, incense burners, tin foils and paper people, and they would be sent to the intersection that must be passed for funerals in the future.

In order to show their importance to the deceased, some children will invite various opera troupes to knock, beat, sing and make noise along the road. At this time, people from the whole village will gather at the intersection and follow the team to watch.

The passing cars will stop and the funeral procession will lead to show respect for the deceased.

The off-road vehicle had been waiting for nearly half an hour not far from the intersection, and was still joking in front of him, and there was no intention of moving forward. The villagers were gathering more and more.

Ming Xun looked at the map in his hand and asked Zhang Jia, "Can you change the path?"

It was half afternoon, and they couldn't wait until dark.

Zhang Jia also looked at the navigation and felt a little embarrassed, "There are only two main roads in this village, one to the east and the other to the south. At this moment, the team is blocking at the intersection of the two roads, and the east, south and north are blocked."

"The more detailed map is not displayed on the navigation." Since it is not displayed, it should be impossible to get off-road vehicles.

Qu Aiguo stretched his head out of the car and looked left and right, "When I came here just now, I saw that there was fields in front and behind the village, and there was only a northward road. We had to go back seven or eight miles, then go to the provincial road, and then

To the west, there are several villages on both sides of the provincial road. I don’t know if it will work from which villages to the south."

How far is the nearest town from this village?

They ate lunch in the car, and Ming Xun thought about whether to eat dinner or let Shi Luo eat hot.

While speaking, Ming Xun pointed a place on the map with his hand. At the same time, Zhang Jia also spoke, "The nearest town is twenty miles away from here, and it is northeast of this village."

"Luoluo, what do you think?"

Zhang Jia looked back and saw Shi Luo.

Although he and Qu Aiguo drove in a different car, they were in the car all day long and only went out to put some water occasionally. With Ming Xun here, Zhang Jia didn't dare to say much. He was so nervous that Zhang Jia asked Shi Luo, "Shi

Miss, you are so powerful, can you calculate how many twists and turns we have to go through this trip? Is the road ahead smooth?”

If Miss Shi asked him to turn back, he would definitely turn around without saying a word.

"If there were only you two on this trip, I could figure out whether there were any twists and turns in this trip. I just added me and Ming Xun, but I couldn't figure out." I didn't say that Xun was just talking about her, and she always encountered her every time she traveled.

For something big or small, Shi Luo said: "I'm dragging you down."

"Miss Shi, don't say that. Brother Qu and I both think we are lucky if we can come out with you." Not everyone can have such a bizarre experience.

Moreover, Zhang Jia has a confused self-confidence towards Shi Luo. No matter how many dangers they experience, sometimes the lady is there, they will turn the danger into safety.

While Shi Luo talked to them, a cry suddenly came from the front.

Then a fire dragon spurted into the sky.

But it was the juggling artists in the funeral procession that were spitting fire.

Several sprays were sprayed one after another, and cheers continued.

Through the front glass of the car, one eyelid is removed.

The next moment, the fire that was originally burning upward suddenly became windless and burned the torch held high on the side, which was reserved for the funeral to use to steer the road at night.

The torch burned too suddenly, and the young man carrying the torch was so scared that he took off the torch.
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