While she was thinking about these things in her mind, she quickly looked at the rooms in the courtyard.
She moved lightly and quickly, trying not to make too much noise, so the children at home who were taking a nap were not awakened by her actions.
She looked around briefly, then stood at the door of the courtyard again like a reserved guest.
At this moment, Mo Zhenzhen's expression no longer looked so timid.
Mo Zhenzhen had noticed it before. Since she was recognized by the ancestors of the Li family, the villagers wouldn't think it was a problem if she lost her personality a little bit.
For example, when she framed the five backpackers before, according to her original character, she shouldn't have had the courage to 'complain' in front of so many villagers, but she did it and didn't get any OOC punishment from the system.
Therefore, Mo Zhenzhen guessed that the OOC range determined by the system was not so rigorous, or that the death penalty for OOC was not system execution, but OOC would cause death!
Of course, Mo Zhenzhen has not yet found an accurate answer to these two speculations. Li Feng only mentioned that the old players warned him not to ruin his character in front of the villagers, and said nothing else.
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When the little woman was found, Mo Zhenzhen seemed a little reserved and thanked her in person. The little woman was very happy and enthusiastically pulled Mo Zhenzhen and said, "You're welcome, it's too intrusive."
The two chatted for a while, and then Mo Zhenzhen left because she wanted to send another rabbit to the ancestral hall.
Mo Zhenzhen made a temporary decision to send the rabbit to the ancestral hall. Originally, she was hesitant whether it was better to send the rabbit to the village chief's house to gain more favor, or to send the rabbit to the ancestral hall to show piety.
Giving the little woman a rabbit is an urgent need. She needs to create connections and relationships between her home and her neighbors.
The little woman was a big talker, and she would tell everyone about everything. It didn't take long for her to spread the news throughout the village by giving her rabbits and expressing her gratitude.
Repaying kindness is always a good virtue. Although the reward is just a rabbit, people who hear it will take the initiative to beautify it, and then subconsciously have some feelings about 'her family'.
Good impression.
This is a short-term way to gain favor. Although the favorability won't be much, it is enough to make the villagers rush to help if something happens to 'her family'.
According to what Li Feng said, the world in this sect is full of dangers. Mo Zhenzhen has never been a person who likes to fight alone. She believes that there is strength in numbers, and it is easy to fish in troubled waters.
When she used the villagers to frighten the five backpackers, Mo Zhenzhen had tasted the benefits of large numbers of people. She would definitely not break these interpersonal relationships.
After leaving the enthusiastic young woman's house, Mo Zhenzhen took the time to rush to the ancestral hall.
This time Mo Zhenzhen knocked on the door of the ancestral hall. It took a while before there was a response. The person who opened the door was still the energetic old man.
The old man looked at her with a much more relaxed look this time, but when he saw the rabbit in her hand again, he still looked puzzled.
"What are you?..."
Mo Zhenzhen carefully observed the old man's expression, trying to tell from his expression whether Li Daniu and the others had successfully arrived at the ancestral hall.
Of course, while observing, she did not forget to talk to the old man.
Mo Zhenzhen showed a shy smile, and then handed the rabbit to the old man.
"Grandpa, I came here to ask for something. I, I want to enshrine an ancestor who helped me at home."
The old man blinked, then turned sideways to let Mo Zhenzhen in.
"Come in and talk."
Mo Zhenzhen crossed the threshold of the ancestral hall calmly. She was like a little girl who was inexperienced in the world. Without the old man asking anything, she told Li Sanya that she had met Li Sanya before and was reminded by Li Sanya to stick to the door god.
Said it out.
Of course, according to Mo Zhenzhen, she did not see a ghost, but was kindly reminded by Li Sanya in her dream.
The old man listened silently and then said something.
"It sounds like the other party has indeed helped you. If you are serious about it, just go and pay homage to him."
The old man obviously did not support Mo Zhenzhen worshiping such an ancestor with a shallow blood relationship at home.
But that's why Mo Zhenzhen came here this time.
"Grandpa, I, I think our ancestor Li Sanya is very kind. Sometimes I feel very uneasy. I'm going to get married. I..." As he said this, he looked weeping and hesitant.
In fact, it would be nice if she could shed tears at this time, but Mo Zhenzhen is not good at this.
The old man saw that Mo Zhenzhen seemed to be in great need of spiritual sustenance, so he hesitated and nodded.
"Okay, but you have to promise me that before you get married, you must bring the tablet back to the ancestral hall for worship, and you are not allowed to take it to your husband's house."
Mo Zhenzhen nodded hurriedly, and then burst into laughter, her face full of joy and gratitude to the old man.
Mo Zhenzhen's acting skills are six points, and the rest depends on her small body and tragic character!
The old man relented and stood up to ask about Li Sanya's birth and death dates and who his parents were.
Mo Zhenzhen has seen Li Sanya's grave. Although the wooden sign on the grave has decayed, she can still get a rough idea of it after careful analysis.
After hearing this, the old man knew what was going on. Then he asked Mo Zhenzhen to wait outside and went to the inner courtyard.
Mo Zhenzhen stood there and waited quietly as if she was very nervous. In fact, her ears were raised high, and she had been listening to what was going on around her.
It wasn't until the old man came out holding an old small tablet that she returned to her smile.
This tablet is not high, not as good as a normal tablet, but what is written on it is indeed Li Sanya’s name, and in addition to the dates of birth and death and who his parents are, it also states the reason for Li Sanya’s death——
Died of illness.
Mo Zhenzhen thanked the old man profusely, and after leaving the rabbit behind, she respectfully held Li Sanya's memorial tablet in front of her chest, looking very happy.
The old man was also infected by Mo Zhenzhen's emotions, and told her the precautions for making offerings with a gentle expression.
In fact, there is nothing to pay attention to. After all, she is her own ancestor, and there are other ancestors watching. In addition, Li Sanya is a girl who died young and has no descendants to worship her. Now there is Mo Zhenzhen who is willing to invite her back.
Worshiping is a good thing for both parties.
Therefore, Mo Zhenzhen left very calmly, and the smile on her face never disappeared.
She is also not shy about people. If someone meets her, she will shyly tell them the story of being entrusted with a dream by her ancestors.
"whee……"
As she approached her door, Mo Zhenzhen seemed to hear a child's laughter.
She did not look back, but stood at the entrance of the courtyard, smiling and speaking under the gaze of the two door gods.
"Li Sanya, you have entered the house!"
As she spoke, she pushed open the closed courtyard door and stepped into the courtyard holding Li Sanya's memorial tablet.
The gold and silver windmill turned and turned, Li Sanya stepped in Mo Zhenzhen's shadow, and followed Mo Zhenzhen across the courtyard gate with some restraint.
The door god on the courtyard door moved and looked directly at Li Sanya who entered the door.
Under the close gaze of the door god, Li Sanya curled up his neck and bent down, and the windmill in his hand stopped spinning.
But after she crossed the threshold and found that nothing happened, she looked around happily again, and the windmill in her hand started to spin again.
Only this time there was no white mist to stir it up, and the sun seemed to fall on one side of its golden paper, making the somewhat crude windmill shine with golden light.