The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 42 Attending Own Funeral

  The funeral of Zhu's family has started.

  The neighbors saw him and put on plain clothes to express their condolences.

  Grandma Zhu is not a big man, but she wins with her kindness and has helped many people over the years.

  Jiangjia next door.

  "Where are you going to the funeral of a servant, a widow? You are the mistress of the Jiang family! Even if you are exiled, you can't get along with those servants."

   "It's not compliant for you to go to the funeral."

  Mrs. Liu has a calm face, although she is exiled. But she was still noble in her bones, and she was very different from those humble maids who served as slaves.

  As soon as Xia changed Sujing's long skirt, she stood at the door frowning.

Old man Jiang walked out the door and waved his hand: "Go. Anything else is not in compliance with the rules, and now it's a sinful body. Who is noble to go?" When you get to this place, you will laugh out of nobleness. .

  Old man Jiang understands his situation very well.

  Today, Master Fang has taken his son into the inner city, and has also found a good livelihood. The shop where I only stayed for one night yesterday actually moved directly into the inner city today.

   is said to have entered the defensive team, both to protect the city.

   also defend against evil spirits.

  So the houses in the inner city can be rented first.

  The outer city is the worst invaded by evil every time.

  July and a half is approaching, and the atmosphere in the deserted capital is much more solemn.

  The people in the outer city are panicked at this time.

  Xia’s temperament has changed a lot now, and when he went to Zhu’s house, he was bored to work. Grandma Zhu also came to thank her in person.

  Too tired, the old lady felt that she was almost falling apart today, crying for too long, her throat was hoarse.

  Mood fluctuates too much, and I often feel dizzy.

  'S eyes were almost blind from crying, only a few shadows could be seen dimly.

  Something seems to be pulling her trouser legs.

  As soon as she lowered her head, she dimly saw a delicate little girl looking up at her.

   "She doesn't want to be buried in a chaotic grave outside the city, she is afraid. She wants to be buried in the back mountain." Xiao Huailu pulled her clothes corner, the old lady was strange, her heart calmed down suddenly.

   "There are many flowers in the back mountains." Xiao Huailu only said.

  The old lady looked at her quietly, and suddenly wept silently.

   "I want to eat Yunpian jujube mud cake, and salt-baked chicken legs. Uh, can I eat that Yunying chicken?" Xiao Huailu pointed to the hen throbbing in the yard.

  The hen has an innocent face.

  The transparent woman is looking at her with a smile: "Yes, that's it. I have wanted to eat her for a long time."

  The old lady kept crying while covering her lips. It was her daughter. These are her daughter's favorite foods.

   Seeing from a distance, the Xia family was going to Lajiang Huailu. The old lady wiped her tears and led her to the kitchen.

  The funeral is still going on outside.

  The old lady slaughtered chickens and steamed dim sum in the kitchen, looking lovingly at Jiang Sansui, who had two small twitches on her head, eating chicken legs.

  "I want three incenses." Jiang Sansui's face was greasy.

  Xia's glared at her, seeing that Grandma Zhu rarely stopped crying, and the old lady looked at her pleadingly, even if she brought it over.

  Jiang was three-year-old casually plugged into the ground.

  The woman yelled, then picked up another chicken leg and gnawed.

  Only by offering to her, she can get things.

   "That's it, yes, yes, yes, I've been wanting to eat this for a long time." The woman wiped her tears while eating, and she sat opposite Mrs. Zhu. Inadvertently, she and Mrs. Zhu looked at each other invisibly, and the two of them burst into tears in an instant.

  At that moment, she seemed to see her child, holding a chicken leg with a satisfied expression.

  At this moment, the sky will be dark, but Jiang Huailu is holding his leg with a thoughtful expression.

  She always feels that she has forgotten something? It seemed that someone was waiting for her.

anyone there? Am I on a stand-alone machine?

  (End of this chapter)