Most of the villagers in Shaba Village have the surname Mao. In the early spring and early summer, the surname was Mao, and their nicknames were Damei and Second Mei. As for Damei, they did not. They later entered the Duke of Wei's Mansion and the manager named them Chuchun and Zhongxia. In ancient times, when the literacy rate was extremely low, even the names became a luxury for children from poor families.

Mao Dazhong was the uncle of the family in the early spring and early summer. The village was looted by Japanese pirates, and both of the parents in the early spring and early summer were in trouble. It was this uncle of the family who sold them into a brothel, and after getting the money, he buried their parents. At the same time, everyone could survive with the remaining money.

As Chuchun told Xu Jin at that time, their sisters were voluntarily sold to brothels, and they did not hate the uncle of the family, but were mostly grateful. So when they saw this uncle, the two sisters were in a state of gratitude and joy, took out the food they carried on the carriage, and enthusiastically welcomed the relatives of the family who had become beggars.

Mao Dazhong was really hungry or had never eaten such delicious food. He squatted and swallowed it, but his eyes were deliberately or unintentionally looking at the flintlock rifle carried by Zhao Datou and others. However, the flintlock rifle was wrapped in oil cloth and he could not tell what was inside.

Chuchun looked at the clan uncle in ragged clothes and voraciously, and couldn't help feeling sad and said softly: "Uncle Fifth eats slowly, don't choke, there are still many more. When we return to the city, we will make you more delicious food."

Mao Dazhong took the water handed over by Chuxia and took a sip, secretly glanced at Xu Jin not far away, and asked in a low voice: "Big sister, second sister, where is your master from? He seems to be quite rich and so young. He is a high-ranking official at home, right?"

In early spring and early summer, I looked up at my master not far away, and he looked like a handsome man in the wind, and his pretty face looked proud.

Chuxia almost revealed Xu Jin's identity. Finally, she woke up that the master was traveling in a condom this time and did not want to reveal his identity. So she replied: "Our master is from Shangrao, Jiangxi, and his family is indeed an official."

Mao Dazhong nodded with his eyes flashing and said, "That's good. When he was a child, the fortune teller said that you sisters are lucky people and are destined to meet noble people. Now he has finally ended his hardships and has a happy life. The third brother and the third sister-in-law can rest in peace in the underworld."

When talking about parents, Chuchun and Chuxia suddenly had red eyes again. The former cried and said, "By the way, Uncle Wu, where was our parents' grave buried in that year?"

Mao Dazhong slapped his forehead and said, "Look at my memory, I just care about eating, but I forgot such an important thing. Let's go, Uncle Wu will take you to worship them now. If the third brother and third sister-in-law see your sisters grow up and become so beautiful, they will definitely be very happy."

At that moment, Mao Dazhong took Xu Jin and others to travel around the wilderness for several miles. It took nearly half an hour to find an inconspicuous earthblock in the grass half-human tall.

"Big sister and second sister, your parents are buried here together!" Mao Dazhong said sadly.

Xu Jin gave an order, and Han Dajie, Zhao Datou and others immediately started to clean up the weeds and trees around the earthen tomb. Just as everyone was working hard, a 500-battalion soldier suddenly shouted: "Don't move!"

It turned out that when the 500th battalion of soldiers helped clear the weeds, the flintlock rifle wrapped in oil cloth was placed on the ground next to them. Mao Dazhong picked it up at some point and wanted to untie the rope on it. Seeing this, the soldiers hurriedly shouted.

Mao Dazhong was stared at by the fierce look of the warrior, and suddenly felt furrowing all over his body, and he was froze and dared not move. He explained embarrassedly: "Ye... I thought this was a tool for shoveling grass and repairing graves."

"Let go!" The fierce soldier was unmoved, and still stared at Mao Dazhong with sharp eyes, like a tiger that chose people to eat.

Seeing this, Chuchun and Chuxia lost their appearance and said anxiously: "Uncle Wu, let it go quickly, that's not something you can touch."

In the past few months, the two women have been serving Xu Jin and have had a lot of contact with the soldiers from the Five Hundred Battalions. Naturally, they know that these iron-blooded soldiers who kill without blinking will cherish the flintlock rifle as life. The gun is there, and the gun is destroyed and the death of the gun is their military rule. Now the fifth uncle actually took someone's flintlock rifle, which is not bad.

Mao Dazhong panicked and put the flintlock rifle back to its original position, saying embarrassedly: "This big brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know I can't take this thing."

The fierce soldier picked up the flintlock rifle with a cold face and felt disappointed because he would be punished by Boss Zhao when he turned around.

Chuchun Chuxia looked at Xu Jin beggingly, and Xu Jin frowned and said, "Forget it, those who don't know do not know the crime, so I won't be the case."

As soon as Xu Jin said this, Zhao Datou and others withdrew their gazes and continued to clean up the weeds and trees. The invisible pressure in the air disappeared immediately. Mao Dazhong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time he was secretly shocked: "What is this kid's background? Could it be..."

Mao Dazhong suddenly thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but shivering cleverly, lowering his head and pretending to pull out the weeds to hide the fear in his eyes.

Xu Jin looked at Mao Dazhong calmly, and a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes. Although the flintlock rifle was wrapped in oil cloth, it did not look like a shovel Tiezhao, let alone who would wrap these things with oil cloth?

"Sir, there is a ghost in this Mao Dazhong!" Han Dajie approached Xu Jin and whispered.

Xu Jin nodded slightly, even Han Dajie could see it. How could he not see it? He winked with a calm expression and signaled Han Dajie to act according to the opportunity.

As the saying goes, there are many people and great power. Soon, the miscellaneous trees around the grave were cleaned up, and sacrifices were placed, and incense, candles and paper money were lit. In early spring and early summer, the two of them burst into tears in front of the grave.

When people were extremely sad, they cried and their accumulated emotions were relieved, which was a good thing. So Xu Jin did not come forward to comfort the two pretty maids, but squatted aside and used a wooden stick to fiddle with the pile of paper money to make the fire burn more vigorously. The ashes of paper money rose with the heat, forming a small tornado rising into the sky.

The ancients were undoubtedly very superstitious, and Mao Dazhong said excitedly: "The third brother and the third sister-in-law have appeared, they have seen it."

"Dad, Mom!" Early spring and early summer couldn't help but cry out, and tears burst out from my eyes.

The fierce soldiers and the Jinyiwei also stood in awe. Xu Jin couldn't help but feel speechless. This was just a very ordinary heat exchange phenomenon. However, since they were all happy to think that the deceased showed up, Xu Jin naturally would not cruelly say it out.
Chapter completed!