I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Afternoon.

The second Cang family entered the courtyard of the mansion.

Qu Yiqing was busy counting copper plates in the main hall, and Cang Lan held his hands behind his back, pushed open one door after another, and glanced from the backyard to the front yard.

The two sisters and brothers of Cangxue Cangyu sat side by side under the eaves of the East Wing house eating sugar gourds.

With a crunch, Cang Lan pushed open the door of the wood room.

Looking at the firewood in the half-room, his expression was slightly startled.

“Rain.

“Come on. The

little fart boy quickly ran into the firewood room, “Dad, call me to do

it?” Cang Lan was puzzled: “This half of the firewood, your sister cut it?”

The little fart boy shook his head, “It’s not my sister, I brought it back from the village.” The

man’s eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes flickered, “Is there still water in the old well at the head of the village?”

“During the time when your mother and I were not at home, have any villagers taken water from the bluestone well in the backyard?”

“My mother said that if she couldn’t protect the water from our well, she would rip off my sister’s skin when she returned.” Some uncles and aunts came to the door to ask for water, but my sister did not give it.

The little fart boy added: “Not a drop was given.” The

man asked again, “Has anyone bullied you and your sister in these days?” The

little fart boy nodded first, then remembered something, and shook his head sharply.

“Without my father, my sister and I ate and slept all day, slept and ate, and lived moisturized. ”

……

Half an hour later, Cang Lan walked out of the door of the Cang family’s courtyard.

The man walking in the middle of the house looked up at the head of the village.

Under the shade of a hundred-year-old willow tree, squatting two childish children aged six or seven, playing a small game of catching stones.

Dozens of stones were scattered on the ground, holding one in his hand.

Throw the stone high in your hand and grab the stone on the ground as fast as you can.

Finally, the falling stones are caught, and only one palm is allowed throughout the process.

It is a game that exercises hand-eye coordination.

“Dog leftovers, iron pillars.

“Uncle Cang is good. Cang

Lan, who came to the front, squatted down and stretched out his fist at the two childish children.

Then the five fingers widened.

In the palm of your hand are a few boxy cane sugar cubes.

“Want to eat it?”

”

The dog leftover and the iron pillar chicken pecked at the head like rice, and the saliva was about to come out.

“Uncle asked you a few questions, don’t lie, okay~

” “What does uncle want to ask?”

……

Night falls.

At the dinner table, Qu Yiqing ripped a chicken leg from the roast chicken and put it in his man’s bowl.

Tear off the other one and leave it in the little fart bowl.

Then tear off the neck of the chicken and put it in your own bowl.

Finally, tear off the chicken butt and throw it into the girl’s bowl.

“The chicken body is kept for tomorrow, and the chicken skeleton is kept for crushing and mixing soup the day after tomorrow to drink, okay, move the chopsticks.”

Qu Yiqing gave an order, and the little fart child was dissatisfied: “Mother, why don’t you give the chicken skeleton to Wangcai and Laifu to eat?”

The

little fart suddenly fell silent.

Cang Xue picked up the chopsticks and was about to clamp the chicken’s butt.

Suddenly, with a crisp snap, Cang Lan knocked away Cang Xue’s chopsticks, picked up the chicken’s butt and threw it out of the main hall.

Wang Cai and Laifu, who had been squatting at the door for a long time, immediately tore and bit.

“Eat.

Cang Lan clipped the chicken leg into the Cangxue bowl.

“Righteous Father, I can eat the nest and nest.

“Eat, eat, I don’t have to grow a body, and then say what is the humility of the family.” Qu

Yiqing said with a strange yin and yang, “Gee, what a picture of a father and daughter filial piety, it’s too touching, woo-woo.” ”

At the moment when the woman rubbed the dry corners of her eyes, Cang Lan’s chopsticks were like lightning.

Shove the woman’s chicken neck into her own blood basin.

Qu Yiqing: “…”

“The surname Cang, you can get into the master bed within half a year, the old lady and your surname!”

Cang Lan raised his eyebrows, “Enjoy the chicken neck exclusively, and you can still end up quiet for half a year.”

“Hey, double happiness. ”

……

The thirteenth day of the River God incident.

Wang Family Courtyard.

The old king’s head collapsed on the bed was like a dried corpse, sometimes awake, sometimes confused.

When he was awake, he covered his head with a quilt and choked, crying like a child.

When confused, he raised his hand to grasp the sky, his voice was rough, and he kept repeating two words.

“It’s raining, it’s raining, it’s raining. ”

The fourteenth day of the River God Incident.

“Oh yes.

“Daddy, I’m here.

“Did it rain, God?”

”

The fifteenth day of the River God incident.

“Son, is it raining today

?” ”

The nineteenth day of the River God Incident.

Early morning.

Before preparing to go to the ground, Wang Ye used to look at his old father.

With a crunch, the man pushed open the door.

What came into view was the old king head sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, with a ruddy face, smoking a dry cigarette.

“Dad!”

Wang Ye was surprised and delighted.

For more than ten days, the old man was eating and drinking Lasa all in bed, and he thought that he would not be able to last this June, but he never thought that his spirit was a little more vigorous than before.

“Son, Dad had a dream last night, and he dreamed of Heavenly Master.

“Make sure it rains down heavily.

The old king said happily.

Wang Ye was curious: “Dad, what does the heavenly master look like?”

The old king patted his stomach and said, “Son, let’s cook two small dishes.”

“Daddy is in a good mood today, so don’t go down to the ground and have two drinks with me.”

Wang Yelong grinned his teeth, “Okay.” ”

……

Two quarters of an hour later.

When Wang Ye walked into the house with fried bacon.

The old king’s head is dead.

The old man leaned his back against the earthen wall, and in his left hand he was still grasping the brass dry tobacco pole that was rising with green smoke.

In his right hand, with his fingers slightly curved, he lightly grasped a white porcelain wine cup.

There were only a few old teeth left in the mouth, and a few peanut rice that was chewed to half shredded in the future.

Placing the fried bacon on the small table, Wang Ye trembled and took the wine cup and held the warm palm of his old father.

Feeling

the temperature coming from his father’s palm, Wang Ye breathed a long sigh of relief for the rest of his life.

I probed my nose, touched my pulse, and listened to my heartbeat.

Wang Ye’s eyes were red and said, “You are an old immortal, you know that it is scary.” ”

……

Although the old king’s head has not yet died, he has also run out of oil.

The old man fell into a coma, and kept muttering ‘rain, rain, rain’ in his mouth, and Wang Ye couldn’t wake up no matter how he screamed.

Looking at the old father who was tortured and painful, but never swallowed his breath.

Wang Ye gritted his teeth and carried Bian Dan and two buckets out of the hospital.

……

Cang’s backyard.

Cang Lan filled the bluestone well with two buckets of water.

Footsteps come from far and near.

The man looked back.

“Wang

Ye!” Cang Lan frowned, “What are you going to do? Don’t knock on the door!” Wang

Ye said softly: “Brother Cang, can you let me get two buckets of water? My father is dying.”

“Oh, good death.

Cang Lan sneered: “You are all going to burn my daughter alive, and you still want water shamelessly?

He begged: “Brother Cang, I have kowtowed to you, let me hit two buckets.”

“Not really, half a barrel will do.”

Cang Lan said indifferently: “How can you repay virtue with virtue?” ”

Wang Ye, I’m putting aside my words today, you don’t want to pick a drop of water from my Cang family!”

Half an hour later.

Wang Ye, whose face was splattered with blood, carried two buckets full of water back to the small courtyard of the Wang family.

Directly carrying the water to the old father’s bed, Wang Ye put down the flat burden.

At this moment, the old king’s head is already dying.

The hands and feet are cold, and the pulse is weak and you can hardly feel it.

Tear open the old father’s linen shirt and put his palm to his heart.

Only the heart, and a little bit of temperature.

But this little bit is still slowly but unstoppable overflow.

Like fine sand, slowly, slowly, passing between Wang Ye’s fingers.

The man picked up the scoop and scooped a scoop of water.

Splash high.

The uproar fell.

“Dad, it’s raining~” The

second scoop, the third scoop, the fourth scoop….

Scoop up the full bucket of water.

The old king’s head died.

This time it was really dead.

The corpse was wet and rained into a falling soup chicken.

There was a smile on his lips.

Died peacefully.

……

PS: Ready, I’m going to work.