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Three days later.

A fast horse came from the north, covered with dust.

He went straight into the military camp.

The people who came on fast horses changed their clothes in the military camp, took a bath and rested for a while, and then saw Luo Fengtang in a house.

He looked at the pretty beauty in front of him.

Luo Fengtang glanced at it with a scrutinizing gaze, and then quickly changed it to a gentle gaze.

"Mo Anbai."

"I've met the general."

"Just call me Uncle Luo."

Luo Fengtang's attitude was very amiable.

This woman named Mo Anbai is of the same generation as his son Luo Xingchen, and both are his juniors.

According to Luo Xingchen, Mo Anbai is proficient in Mohist techniques and is a true descendant of the Mohist family.

As long as she is here, those ancient mechanisms of the Mohist family that have been passed down can be subdued.

"yes."

Mo Anbai seemed a little cautious.

After all, sitting in front of her was the legendary Luo Fengtang, who was also Luo Xingchen's father.

Without pressure, that's impossible.

When she first heard the news, she was a little resistant.

But then I thought about it, it was a good thing for her to come. She came in advance to see what kind of person Luo Fengtang was and whether he was easy to get along with.

It would be great if you can establish a good relationship in advance.

"Xingchen already told you before coming here, right?"

Luo Fengtang got straight to the point.

"Well, he explained that there is an ancient tomb in Zhuque Mountain in Zhuque County, or it is an ancient tomb in Langya Pavilion. It was arranged in the way of a divine burial and was placed by the Mo family."

Mo Anbai told her all the information she knew before coming.

She won't miss anything in this regard.

"Yes, this ancient tomb was built probably a hundred years ago. It is a replica of Yama, the Tenth Hall of the Underworld in the Underworld, and the person buried there is the Son of Heaven."

Luo Fengtang said.

"You are too brave. This kind of burial is not suitable."

Mo Anbai was slightly shocked.

The news she received was that gods were buried in ancient tombs, but she did not know the identity of the gods imitated by the people buried in the ancient tombs.

"Why is it inappropriate?"

Luo Fengtang asked.

"Luck cannot carry it. We, the Mo family, pay attention to the luck of heaven and earth. There are some things that ordinary humans cannot carry. They will bring disasters, such as tombs. What kind of people and what specifications are all determined.

, if it exceeds a certain number, there will be backlash, which is inevitable."

Mo Anbai said slowly.

"The backlash of luck, I have heard before that there is one fate, two luck, three winds, water..." Luo Fengtang said.

"That's natural. If you obey the destiny, you will often get divine help when doing things. If you go against the luck, things will backfire and you will often fail."

Mo Anbai added: "Our Mohist family has a complete set of discussions on luck. Generally speaking, Mohist disciples should know that divine burials should not be built easily. Therefore, I am not sure what the situation is inside."

"Then go and see for yourself. You should be able to understand it after you see it."

Luo Fengtang smiled slightly.

"Okay, when will we leave?"

Mo Anbai perked up.

She was still very interested in this special tomb and wanted to see it as soon as possible.

"There's no rush, you can take a rest today, and we'll start again tomorrow."

Luo Fengtang said.

Mo Anbai had no choice but to hold back. She actually wanted to go right away, but Luo Fengtang didn't allow it, so she had to rest for a day.

That night, Mo Anbai didn't sleep well.

This was not only because she came to a strange place, but also because she had something on her mind and wanted to go to that tomb immediately.

After having a dream all night, she got up and looked in the mirror in the morning and found that there were some dark circles around her eyes.

Wanghai County, Changping Village.

Lao Wang's family.

In the main room of Lao Wang's old house, the family was also having dinner around the table.

Although he had just argued a few words with Yang Huamei during the day, because Dabai and his wife came back from the town, they brought back a bunch of ingredients and soju, and Dabai personally went to the backyard to bring Wang Hongquan to the front yard. No,

Wang Hongquan was happy and was enjoying a drink with Dabai!

Xiao Hei was also there, busy with the dishes on the table in front of him with the chopsticks in his hands, his mouth was squeaking as he ate, I don’t know how happy he was!

Hongmei was also eating there in small bites, feeding a few mouthfuls to Zhuang Zhuang on the stool next to her from time to time.

Seeing Zhuangzhuang pointing at the big fat piece of meat on the table and screaming, Hongmei held down his little hand and just put a chicken leg into his bowl.

Zhuangzhuang pushed the chicken legs away and shook his head, but his chubby hand still pointed stubbornly at the pork belly on the table.

"If your child wants to eat pork belly, just let him eat it!"

Wang Hongquan put down the wine cup and saw that his great-grandson was so eager to eat meat, but his grandson-in-law refused to give it to the child, so he smiled and reconciled.

Hongmei said to Wang Hongquan: "Sir, it's not that I don't give him food, but it's not good for children to eat greasy food."

Wang Hongquan took a look at the meat and found that it was indeed quite fat. Under the big bowl were dried prunes, and on top of the dried prunes was a layer of meat bigger than the palm of your hand. It was said to be pork belly, but in fact it was mostly fat and shiny.

The lard soaked inside.

For men who do strenuous work, or who haven’t touched meat for ten and a half months, or men who drink alcohol, this bowl of braised pork with dried plums and vegetables is indeed exciting, but for a child over one year old, it is a bit too much.

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Therefore, after Hongmei explained this, Wang Hongquan stopped trying to persuade her.

However, Yang Huamei happened to enter the main room with a big bowl at this time, and saw her eldest grandson Zhuangzhuang starting to cry because he was too anxious to eat the pickled pork with vegetables, while Hongmei was still busy stuffing vegetables into her mouth.

Yang Huamei was not happy at that time.

He placed the big bowl filled with pork head meat in his hand heavily on the table, then came over and hugged Zhuangzhuang into his arms.

He picked up the apron around his waist and went to wipe Zhuangzhuang's tears. While wiping, he asked distressedly: "My dear grandson, what's wrong with you? Who is bullying you? Tell grandma that she will beat her to vent your anger.

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When Yang Huamei said this, the knives in her eyes flew towards Hongmei.

Hongmei pretended not to see it and buried her head in eating.

Dabai also noticed that there was something wrong with the atmosphere at the table, so he smoothed things over and said, "No one is bullying him, and I don't even look at the people sitting at the table. It's too late to hurt him!"

Yang Huamei curled her lips, snorted, and then coaxed Zhuangzhuang.

But Zhuangzhuang couldn't bear to be coaxed. He struggled hard in Yang Huamei's arms, stretching out his little hands to reach for the bowl of dried plums, vegetables and meat.

"Hey, my eldest son wants to eat some meat with dried plums and vegetables? OK, OK, grandma will give you some!"

Yang Huamei smiled and moved Zhuangzhuang from her right arm to her left hand, so that she could use her right hand to pick up the meat with chopsticks and feed it to her eldest grandson.

Hongmei, who was immersed in eating, saw Yang Huamei's move and was so frightened that she put down her chopsticks and came over to stop Yang Huamei's chopsticks.

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