Mo Zhenzhen placed Li Sanya's memorial tablet in the kitchen, took a bowl at the base of the wall, washed it, filled it with rice, and respectfully offered three sticks of incense to Li Sanya.
Li Sanya, who was still running around in the yard when she smelled the incense, stopped having fun in the yard and ran into the kitchen holding the windmill, walking around Mo Zhenzhen who was kowtowing to her respectfully.
After two laps, I couldn't hold it back anymore and took a deep breath on the incense.
This time she seemed less restrained than last time. She took one breath and burned most of the three sticks!
She really hasn't enjoyed the incense offering for a long time!
When Mo Zhenzhen looked up, what she saw was the falling fragrance.
She was very calm, stood up from the ground, took three sticks of incense from the incense box again, and then offered three more sticks of incense respectfully without changing her expression.
Mo Zhenzhen did everything meticulously when offering incense and bowing. Even at the back, Li Sanya, who was dizzy from the incense being offered, felt a little embarrassed.
Li Sanya was really hungry for incense, but after all, this was the first time she was worshiped, and Li Sanya still wanted to leave a good impression on Mo Zhenzhen.
So she endured it and finally stayed away from the incense bowl.
It's just that Li Sanya sucked it hard, but Mo Zhenzhen's kneeling did not end.
Three sticks at a time, a whole box of incense, she inserted them all into the incense bowl!
Li Sanya was a little hesitant at first, but then she couldn't help being attracted by these fragrances, and finally pounced on them again, inhaling them very happily!
Mo Zhenzhen put away the empty incense box, but there were still a few broken incense sticks inside.
The incense sold in the village is very cheap, and the relative quality cannot be said to be good.
She didn't put the incense on Li Sanya. She glanced at the incense accumulated in the bowl, which was almost overflowing, and Mo Zhenzhen went out very calmly.
Coming out of the kitchen this time, Mo Zhenzhen took one more look at the wing room in the courtyard, where the backpackers lived.
These backpackers have been hiding in their rooms, but every time she comes back, she can feel the glare on her back.
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Mo Zhenzhen went out again. The third child who was watching her secretly from the window looked away and spat with a ferocious expression.
"You damn bitch who is so pretentious, she came back with a memorial tablet and thought we had replayed her?..."
The eldest brother, who was reading his notes by the light in the room, not only did not stop what the third son said, but actually laughed.
"Third brother, please be patient. Such a good introduction cannot be wasted."
There was something wrong with the boss's mood. His relaxed posture made the remaining four people look over. The third boss even came behind the boss and tilted his head to read the notes.
"Boss, have you found an opening?"
The smile on the boss's face became even bigger. He did not deny it and nodded his finger on the note.
The third child couldn't understand what was recorded in the note, but he could understand the boss's emotions, and he became happy at the same time.
Then the smile on his face turned ferocious.
"Just right, great!"
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Mo Zhenzhen went to the small shop in the village to buy things, focusing on things like incense, candles, paper money.
Mo Zhenzhen knew very clearly that there must be supernatural elements in this village.
She was a newcomer, and those four people didn't seem to be reliable. It was imperative to develop ghost connections like this.
For ghosts, is there anything that incense and paper money can't solve?
Mo Zhenzhen thinks not!
The gift-giving culture is extensive and profound. If you spend a lot of money and still can’t get things done, it can only mean that you are not giving the right gift!
The four people who came in with Mo Zhenzhen were in danger and escaped from death. Mo Zhenzhen was concentrating on wooing Guimai and thinking about expanding her power and influence to commit "gang crimes". She didn't know who was behind the scenes.
'Crooked ways'!
The aunt who sells things in the small shop is still the same aunt. The aunt was very enthusiastic towards Mo Zhenzhen at the beginning. When Mo Zhenzhen said that she wanted to buy a cage to raise rabbits, the aunt even gave her a modified thin iron cage.
she.
But when Mo Zhenzhen was checking out, the enthusiasm on the aunt's face suddenly dropped, and the hand that was packing Mo Zhenzhen paused.
"Girl, does your mother know that you bought these things? How come you, a little girl, have so much money on your hands?"
Mo Zhenzhen reacted almost instantly. It seemed that Aunt Li had successfully worshiped her ancestors and she already had a name in this village.
Mo Zhenzhen explained quickly as if she was afraid of misunderstanding.
"No, aunt, it was my parents who asked me to buy these things. My brother is about to take the exam, and my parents want our ancestors to ensure that my brother can get into a good school."
As soon as she said this, the aunt started to move again after she had stopped.
"Is that so? Let me tell you, how can a little girl like you have so much money on your hands..." After saying this, the aunt then said, "Azhen, listen to me. Although your mother has partial pain,
Your brother, but that’s for your own good. Your brother is the only male child in your family. If he can pass the exam, good times will come for your family, and you won’t be able to follow suit."
Mo Zhenzhen lowered her head, as if she had been taught something. Actually, after listening to this aunt's words, Mo Zhenzhen knew in her heart that Li Xiangyang might have become the same.
Mo Zhenzhen responded to the aunt's words like she was taught. The aunt saw that she was so obedient, and Mo Zhenzhen looked really pitiful. After she paid for Mo Zhenzhen, she took out a handful of sausages from under the counter.
That kind of starch sausage costs 50 cents a piece. It's a small one, with about five or six pieces. Then the aunt grabbed a handful of fruit candies, which cost four or five yuan.
"Take it back and eat it, don't let your mother or brother find out. Seeing how thin you are, you should eat more."
Mo Zhenzhen showed a shy and grateful smile to the aunt, and the aunt smiled with her.
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When Mo Zhenzhen came home, the basket was full. When she came back, she took the basket directly to the kitchen.
She had just put her things down when she heard the sound of the door opening in the wing.
Mo Zhenzhen pricked up her ears and heard the footsteps coming towards her. She picked up the sickle on the ground without thinking.
This sickle was picked up by Mo Zhenzhen when she was clearing weeds in the yard. All that was left was a rusty head.
Mo Zhenzhen didn't have time to sharpen this thing, but it was appropriate to use it at this time.
She stood quietly at the kitchen door, holding the ring connecting the sickle to the wooden handle, and waited quietly for the kitchen door to open.
Her judgment was correct, the footsteps were indeed coming towards her, and when they reached the kitchen door, the other party kicked the kitchen door open without concealing it!
When the kitchen door was kicked open, the wind blew up the hair on Mo Zhenzhen's face, and the door almost rubbed against Mo Zhenzhen's face when it opened.
The moment the door opened, Mo Zhenzhen also took action.