The Strong Wife From Peasant Family Chapter 307 Sacrifice

Tonight, they were going to treat the villagers to a meal. They were going to have to prepare enough things, or else, they would lose face.

Liu Zhimo saw that Li Qingling had entered the kitchen, he finished what he was doing, and after telling Li Qingling everything, he went out to look for the village chief.

In order to not dirty Li Qingling's house, the village chief killed all the pigs in his house, and he also cooked all the pig heads there. Once everything was settled, he would bring Liu Zhimo and his clansmen to pay respects to their ancestors.

By the time Liu Zhimo reached the Village Chief's house, the pig head had already been boiled, and the villagers were preparing to bring the sliced pork over to Li Qingling's house, letting the village women cook for them.

Such a lively scene would only appear during New Year's Eve.

"He Mo, it's great that you're here. We're preparing to pay our respects to the ancestors." The village chief clasped his hands behind his back. When he saw Liu Zhimo had arrived, he greeted him with a smile.

Liu Zhimo smiled and nodded, and said yes.

He was happy to see the villagers so happy.

"He Mo, is Xiao Ling at home?" Auntie Huang, who was holding a bowl of pork, smiled and asked Liu Zhimo.

"It's been hard on you all to be here at home."

"It's not hard at all, it's not hard at all. We can't wait for such a good thing to happen every day." Auntie Huang laughed as she spoke. Since a village official had appeared, how could they eat so much meat when it wasn't New Year's? How could they not be happy? Why would it feel so hard?

When Li Qingling and Liu Zhimo's parents were gone, and only these few children were left, how many people in the village were watching such a joke? They didn't feel like they could support themselves, but what about now? Who dared to laugh at them?

Humans, really no one should even think of laughing at each other. 30 years, 30 years, who knows if they would have any future?

Just look at Liu Zhimo and the other kids, they were all very promising, and had slapped the faces of those who had once laughed at them.

Fortunately she had hugged Li Qingling's leg back then, otherwise she would have regretted it to death.

"That's right, it's so lively and festive like this. Usually, it only happens during the new year." They really wanted to stay in front of Liu Zhimo and let him remember them. Maybe if they had any problems in the future, Liu Zhimo would be able to help them out.

Moreover, if they were close with Liu Zhimo, they would have a lot of face if word of this spread!

Not everyone can make friends with an official.

Liu Zhimo said that everyone was happy.

"Happy, happy …"

Just as they were chatting merrily, a blind old woman came up to Liu Zhimo and asked him smilingly whether his parents really came from the capital, and whether their family background was truly impressive.

In the past, when she saw that Liu Zhimo's parents were not like rural people, how could rural people be so particular? He was not only good-looking, but also literate.

Indeed, she was not mistaken, that couple was the young masters and madams of the clan.

Without waiting for Liu Zhimo to speak, the village head bellowed with a gloomy face, "Tie Tou family, what are you doing? Still not working? " It was unknown where these words came from, but when he found out, everyone in the village knew.

That old woman didn't dare to ask anymore questions. She just laughed and ran away.

"Ink, don't take their words to heart, ah!"

Liu Zhimo shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

His parents had indeed come from the capital, and their family background was not bad either. However, he did not want to say these words out in front of the crowd, lest others discuss them.

As for the words of the others behind his back, he pretended not to hear them.

"After you pay your respects to your ancestors, remember to burn incense for your parents and tell them the good news."

Liu Zhimo replied, saying that he would.

Grandfather had always wanted to bring Father and Mother back to the capital, to return to their ancestral tombs. He could not stop Grandfather and Mother from going back sooner or later. To them, the capital was their home.

After all, they had grown up in the capital, which was their homeland.

However, he would not mention this matter for now. He would return to the capital once he was done spreading the news.

The village chief patted Liu Zhimo's shoulders. After saying "good child", he clasped his hands behind his back and walked towards the kitchen to check if the candle was ready.

To the village chief, regardless of where Liu Zhimo's parents came from? They had settled in the Ox-Head Village for more than ten years, then he would treat them as people of the Ox-Head Village. Only by doing this would the Ox-Head Village be able to rely on this relationship to get help from Liu Zhimo and the others.

He wanted more children from the village to follow Liu Zhimo and the others out of Ox-Head Village to see the outside world. He wanted to not lock himself in this small square inch of land called Ox-Head Village, and to spend his life facing the sky while facing the earth.

Thus, no matter what, he must grab onto Liu Zhimo and the others, and make sure they didn't forget about Ox-Head Village.

Of course, it was not the time to mention these things. When the chance was ripe, he would try to mention it to Liu Zhimo.

Liu Zhimo let out a light sigh, his face did not reveal any expression of dissatisfaction at all. He had already expected this to happen, so he did not let it affect his mood.

Everyone was curious, so it wasn't strange for the villagers to be curious about his parents.

"Let's go pay our respects to the Ancestor." The village chief had his men carry the pig heads and the candle. With a wave of his hand, he brought Liu Zhimo and the others to the ancestral hall.

As for Li Qingling, he was busy cooking with Auntie Huang and the others.

Inviting the entire village for a meal was a huge workload. If he was alone, it would not be easy to get his hands on it. Fortunately, everyone in the village came to help.

Looking at the people who were working intensely, Li Qingling pursed his lips and laughed.

Was it because he was about to be able to eat pork, so he worked diligently?

"Xiao Ling, when are you leaving?" Aunt Huang, who was washing bowls borrowed from a villager, raised her head and asked Li Qingling curiously.

Li Qingling laughed and said, then left the day after tomorrow.

Auntie Huang looked at Li Qingling with reluctance. They had spoken too quickly, and were about to leave before they had a chance to speak properly.

There was a saying that was right. The nearer the stench, the more distant the fragrance, the further away they were from the villagers. In fact, they were even more able to chat with them.

"Auntie Huang, you can come and chat with me tomorrow. I'll be at home all day and won't go out."

When the villagers heard the conversation between Li Qingling and Auntie Huang, they also said one after another that they wanted to come and chat with her.

Li Qingling did not reject any of them, and nodded as he laughed, saying that if they liked, they could come and go.

The villagers saw that Li Qingling had agreed and became even more energetic.

When the Village Chief and the others returned with the pig head, Li Qingling and the others had pretty much done with the stir-frying.

"Xiao Ling, Rou Rou and Ning Ning? Let's go pay our respects to Father and Mother together. " Liu Zhimo walked over to Li Qingling's side and asked her softly.

Li Qingling said that he was playing at the pond with Liu Zhirou and told him to call them back so she could change his clothes.

Stir-Fried Vegetables had a lot of grease on it, and the smell was too strong. She couldn't just go see her parents sloppily.

Liu Zhimo acknowledged his as he turned to look for Li Qingning and the others.

When Mr. Luo heard the reason for Liu Zhimo's visit, he pursed his lips and said that he would go too.

After preparing himself mentally for an entire day and night, it was time for him to go and see his Junior Disciple.

Liu Zhimo glanced at Mr. Luo and acknowledged him.

Liu Zhimo, his group of six, and Mr. Luo, the group of seven carried their things up the mountain.

When they went to Liu Zhimo's parents' grave, Liu Zhimo arranged all the things that they needed to get ready, and knelt down and kowtowed three times along with Li Qingling and the others.

"Father, Mother, we have come to see you. Are you doing well over there?" We're doing fine, don't worry about us. " As Liu Zhimo burned paper money, he chattered about what had happened in the recent days with his parents. Finally, he poured a cup of wine on the floor and said, "Father, mother, grandmaster is here to see you. He wants to talk to you."

After saying that, Mr. Luo slowly squatted beside Liu Zhimo. He looked at the three words Liu Wen Jing with misty eyes for a while, then said with a choked voice: "Jing Er, Master would never have thought that we master and disciple would meet under these kinds of circ.u.mstances. You …" While talking, Mr. Luo's throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, he was unable to say anything.

He simply sat on the ground and patted Liu Wen Jing's tombstone as if he was patting his Junior Disciple. He bitterly smiled, "You, how could you be so heartless? He didn't even write a letter to Master. If it wasn't for the fact that I saw your son, Master would have never known about your situation even if he died. " This Junior Disciple of his, really was … It's one thing that he didn't contact his father, but why didn't he contact him as well? He found a place that was so secretive that no one could find it. "When I go down and see you again, I will definitely punish you well. I'll let you know, what does it mean to have respect for the elder?"

"The only thing that makes me happy is that you left behind a few children for me. Someone left a deathbed for me, so you can rest easy over there. With me there, no one will dare to bully your children."

Mr. Luo also didn't know what he was saying. He was speaking in a flurry of words, saying everything he thought possible.

He talked to his Junior Disciple for more than an hour before slowly stopping. He sighed and patted the tombstone again.

Liu Zhimo saw that Mr. Luo wanted to stand up, so he immediately extended his hand to support him.

"Grand Master, don't be too sad, you still have us!"

Mr. Luo took another deep look at the Junior Disciple's tombstone and unconsciously let out a sigh. He comforted Liu Zhimo with a forced smile, saying that he was alright.

Before Liu Zhimo had a firm footing, he had to take good care of his old bones and couldn't fall down.

"Let's go pay our respects to my father-in-law and mother-in-law."

The group of people then paid their respects to Li Qingling and his three siblings' parents before slowly walking down the mountain.