Chapter 12 Black smoke on the ancestral grave! 1[Please collect]

"Plop..." The more anxious Liu Dashao was, the less unfavorable he was. In just about ten minutes, the living room at home was almost turned upside down. Looking at the situation, it was like a fight.

Coincidentally, at this time, his father was dealing with the weeds in his own field, carrying a hoe and walking to the door step by step, humming the old Shanghai music in his mouth, but as soon as he opened the door, he was dumbfounded. When he saw a bench here and a feather duster there, he thought that the family had been robbed and spit in his mouth. Mo pulled down the hoe hanging on his shoulder and was ready to be cruel to the thief who was still churning. His mother followed his father and raised the tea pot high. I guess he wanted to repair the knife.

"My wife, we... our family..." Liu Dashao's mother, Wang Guihua, shrank her neck and said.

"Shh..."

"Listen to that sound, the thief hasn't left yet. Damn, it's greedy enough. Go in quietly later. Don't startle the snake!" Compared with Wang Guihua, Liu's father, Liu, is much calmer. He also knows strategy and two idioms.

"Yes, yes, yes, right..." Wang Guihua nodded repeatedly, and her admiration for Liu was like a torrential river and a flood of the Yellow River, which was out of control. He said to himself: This man didn't marry for nothing. Although there is the word "honesty" in his name, he is actually shrewd. This distraction almost slipped out of the raised teapot. Liu honestly hid aside for fear of becoming a victim.

"Ok, okay, you're outside. I'll go in alone. Put down the crock quickly for me. Don't hit the thief and smash my head!" Liu honestly couldn't laugh or cry.

"Then your father, be careful."

"Hmm." Speaking of this, Liu honestly carefully lifted the door panel with a hoe, squinted and glanced at the room, and then walked towards the source of the sound, the big cabinet on the wall.

The sound was intermittent. As soon as I heard it, I knew that the thief was looking for something in the drawer, turning over this and that, turning this and opening that. It was very lively. And Liu's wrinkled face also showed a cold smile as his footsteps approached.

"Dizzy, where are those things put!" Behind the large cabinet in the middle, an impatient voice said to himself.

Shout, you thief, you are still tired of stealing things. It's the first time I've seen this kind of best goods in decades. Liu honestly curled his lips, then turned his eyes and sneered, "Who put the precious things in the living room?" You should start looking for it from the kang.

After the cabinet, the man didn't seem to react when he heard the sound, but casually denied, "On the kang? It's impossible. The fool put those things in the kang.

"Why is it impossible! Didn't you lose your deposit in the living room? Liu honestly followed this thief.

"Who said I was looking for money, and I was looking for paper candles!"

"What? A dark paper incense candle?" Liu honestly almost bit off his tongue. What kind of world is this? He has seen thieves steal gold and money. How can he steal things for the dead? Does this guy have a quirk?

"Yes, I don't know where our mother put these things. I remember I saw them in the cabinet last time. Has it been used up? I remember that no one has died in my neighbor's house recently!" The voice scratched his ears and cheeks and said suspiciously.

Now, it's close, and Liu honestly can tell who the voice is. The tone and tone, not to mention it, must be his troublemaker son who has been doing nothing all day.

"Fuck, son of a bitch, what are you doing! Look at the things in this place. Don't tear down our house!" He bypassed the cabinet and found that it was Liu Dashao who squatted behind him and turned over things. Liu honestly couldn't help cursing.

"Dad, you came back early today! What are you doing with a hoe? By the way, where have we received the paper money? I haven't found it for a long time. Liu Da Shao looked up and saw his father, and he smiled.

"I'm about to ask you, what are you doing with those unlucky things!" Liu said honestly angrily.

"No...nothing." Master Liu pouted and said, "I'm thinking about burning paper for my ancestors. And put incense on it."

"Burn paper and incense to your ancestors?" Liu is really doubtful this time whether his son's head is kicked by the donkey that has just been grinded by his neighbor's family. You know, except for making trouble, Liu Dashao can't do anything serious. He also burns incense for his ancestors. If he didn't tear up the genealogy of the old Liu family, the small plane is the manifestation of the Bodhisattva, and even his grandfather's name. I don't even know what to call it, and I also worship a bird!

"Yes, tell me where it is, and I'll go." Liu Dashao stood up from the ground, patted the ashes on his body, and said urgently.

"Wait..." Liu honestly dropped his hoe and waved his hand to interrupt him: "Son, do you have a fever or a cold? Do you want Dr. Li from the village health center to show you? Dad sent him a bag of vermicelli last time, and he owes us a favor!"

"Me? Fever? A cold?" Liu Dashao pointed to his nose: "No, I'm strong, and I'm not sick."

"Is that a bad brain?" Liu is still full of disbelief, and he has to see the flaws from Liu Dashao.

"Dad, what's wrong with you!" Mr. Liu couldn't stand making trouble for him.

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you!" The muscles on Liu's face were squeezed. Wang Guihua, who heard the conversation between the two of them, also had a loving face, and even squeezed out tears from the corners of her eyes: "Mr. Dog, it's not good to blame the mother. I didn't take good care of you at home and let you break your head."

"Dad, mother, you... alas! I won't tell you!" Liu Dashao felt that at this moment, even if he had three heads and eight mouths, four arms and twelve legs, he could not explain the truth.

"I just went to the grave of my ancestors. Is it wrong?"

"That's right!" Liu honestly shook his head repeatedly.

"Then why are you all so strange..."

"Child, the key is that you haven't seen the ancestral grave of the old Liu family once since you were born! You don't even know your grandfather's name. Now that you suddenly say that you go to the ancestral grave to burn paper, can we not worry that your head is broken? Liu honestly said with a bitter face.

"Well..." Liu Dashao smiled shyly. To be honest, he really doesn't remember his grandfather's name. It seems that he has forgotten his grandfather's name.

"Paper money and incense candles have been collected in the kitchen. If you want, I can give it to you, but you have to explain to me why you have to go to worship the ancestral grave." Wang Guihua came forward, grabbed Liu Dashao's hand and said.

"Well..." Liu Dasho wanted to tell a series of strange things that happened last night, but he was afraid that his parents would be worried (in fact, he was afraid that his father knew that he would run to gamble in the middle of the night), so it took a long time to make up a reason: "That... hehe, hehe... ..."

"Don't giggle, get serious!" Liu Laoshi won't let this son, who is slippery than loach, muddle through. He needs an explanation.

"Well, isn't it, isn't your son quite right with Swallow? It's not bad, so I'm thinking about burning incense for our ancestors and asking them to bless me to marry the swallows as your second wife as soon as possible. Liu Dashao said this, half sincere and half false, so he quickly lowered his head for fear that his father would see that he was lying.

However, his behavior is completely superflurous. When it comes to his daughter-in-law, you can see that Liu Laoshi and Wang Guihua's eyes immediately lit up, and they smiled at the thief, just like the two of them soaked in the eldest daughter and hooked up a little white face. Seeing that Liu Dashao lowered his head and didn't have any other ideas, he still felt that his cheeky son was finally shy!

"Son of a bitch, how old is it! I just want to spend my time!" Liu honestly laughed and scolded, but his mouth opened.

"Cut, our dog did the right thing this time, 100% support from the mother!" Wang Guihua pushed Liu honestly over there and rolled her eyes. She said to herself, "Let's hold our grandson." Don't dispel his enthusiasm, you old man.

"You..." Liu's honest words were smashed back by this white eye.