Du Ruo: "Then I'll have to ask the butler."

Lu An: "I dare not, there is another thing. Today is the day of Qingming Festival, second grandma..." As he said that, he paused with a look of embarrassment.

Du Ruo didn't know what he meant and said, "I just felt that I was not very good. I was thinking that I would have to lie on the bed for a day today."

Lu An's eyes flashed, and he thought that this person's personality has changed a lot. If he had been like this before, he would not have fallen into such a field. However, as the saying goes, the country is easy to change and its nature is difficult to change. Is this nature changing at any time?

Then he tentatively said: "Second grandma is a little different from when she was in the mansion?"

Du Ruo's heart skipped a beat. Lu An was really smart. He thought of it because he was suspicious, but he would never think that he had changed his heart. Therefore, even suspicious was useless. After all, he was indeed the second grandmother of their Lu family, so he would not be wrong anywhere.

Thinking of this, Du Ruo looked into the distance and said in silence for a long time: "If the butler also goes to the gate of hell, you will know that it will be fine if you can't see anything you can't open it."

Lu Anxin said that this person was cursing himself, and he was not tired of living. Who would be willing to go to the gate of hell to close? He coughed twice: "My second grandma has passed the disaster, and she will have good fortune in the future."

Du Ruo: "I dare not ask for extravagance in the future, so I can only live a peaceful and stable life. So the butler is relieved. With the lessons of the past, I will never repeat the same mistakes and seek troubles. I feel dizzy and have to go back and lie down. Please let the butler take care of it." He said that, and turned around and went into the house.

Lu Anwei was stunned for a moment and looked at the mute woman next to her. The mute woman lowered her head and entered the hut next to her. The servant said, "Best steward, this person has done such a thing, even if he has not been hanged, it will be over here. Why do you have to be polite to her?"

Lu An glanced at him: "You can't do anything at all. Leaving a way out for others means leaving a way out for yourself. When you live to my age, you will understand. Don't put down the wrong things when you arrive. It's a saying that Feng Shui takes turns. Don't look at the bad luck in front of you, maybe you will be lucky at any time."

The servant: "You are really a steward. This person offended the old man and his temper are the only ones. Since he has left the man here, he will never be able to go out in his entire life."

Lu An looked around and thought to himself that he didn't think about going out when he saw this. The rice fields and vegetable fields were cleaned up. He planned to live a long time ago. However, although this family was not good, he was a medicine shop and had never done any rough work. Why did this person walk at the gate of hell and even farming? It's really hard to understand. Forget it, I don't think about it anymore. If this person has this ability, she shouldn't have died, otherwise the person in the wilderness here would have to wait for death.

Du Ruo was not lying on the bed either. One was that there was no bed in the room. The straw mat on the ground was really uncomfortable. Anyway, as long as you don’t leave the house, you can just practice sewing clothes. Du Ruo learned about sewing clothes from the mute lady. It is not difficult to be patient.

Du Ruo couldn't accept the so-called underwear here, so he planned to make one by himself, and used scissors to measure it, cut it into a rough shape, and then sewed it by the window after sewing it for a while. He raised it up and looked at it. He was very proud. It's a pity that there were no rubber bands, otherwise it would definitely be a successful DIY.

As soon as the sewing was done, Du Ruo heard the sound of the carriage and horses. He looked out the window and saw a group of people coming up from a distance on the mountain road. He stopped at the cemetery there. He was a little far away and couldn't see clearly. He thought that visiting the grave was just burning paper to offer sacrifices.

Giving sacrifices? Du Ruo's eyes lit up. The things offered by wealthy families should not be shabby. When these people leave, wouldn't those sacrifices be cheaper?

Thinking of this, I feel very happy. It seems that this old man is also good at visiting the grave.

Seeing that the old man had finished the worship, he had no intention of going down the mountain. Instead, he looked at the hut over there and said, "Who is living there?"

Lu An: "I'm the second grandma, I told you to let the second grandma guard the tomb for the second grandma last month."

Second grandma? Lu An mentioned Lu Jingtianfang to remember what happened last month and frowned: "Who else is there in this mountain except her?"

Lu An hurriedly said, "In addition to the second grandma, there is also a mute woman in the mansion on this mountain. The old slave sent her to serve the second grandma." Lu An felt a little excited. He thought the old man had forgotten about this matter, but he raised it again today.

Just as he was wondering if the old man was still angry, he didn't say anything but just ordered him to go down the mountain.

Du Ruo saw the carriages and horses disappear, and just came out of the house and went to the cemetery for a walk. As expected, the offerings were extremely rich, including incense, candles, fruits, chickens, ducks, fish and meat. There were also a wine pot. Du Ruo picked it up and smelled it and laughed. The wine was a good thing, to remove the fishy smell and improve the freshness. After having this wine, you will not have to worry about stewing meat.

He went to the house to get the bamboo basket and transport the things back. When the mute woman was shocked, she looked pale and pointed at the grave with a white face, and waved her hands straight, thinking that the offerings on the grave could not be taken.

Du Ruo: "Yan Po, this sacrifice is just the wish of a living person. If the ancestors take it incense, it will be useless to put it there. When it rains, it will be wasted. It would be better to take it back and we can still wrap our stomachs after eating it. It is also considered that the ancestors of the Lu family took care of me as a junior."

The mute woman looked at Du Ruo for a while and shook her head to clean up the vegetable field. Du Ruo moved her things to the stove shed, thinking about her hunting clips, so she carried a bamboo basket up the mountain.

Du Ruo followed the mountain road up the mountain. Before he could reach the bamboo forest, he heard a giggling sound. Du Ruo was delighted and ran up quickly. He saw a colorful pheasant on the hunting rack on the side of the mountain road. The pheasant clamped his feet and raised his neck to make a giggling sound.

Du Ruo went over and pulled the pheasant off the clip, cut the soft thorn from the side and tied it up and threw it into the bamboo basket. He put the clip back on it, straightened up and saw that the hunter brother was standing by the bamboo forest in front of him, looking at him.

This time I was born twice, and I met again today and became an acquaintance. Du Ruo smiled and said hello: "Brother Hunter is here, the people from the Lu family are gone. From now on, Hunter Hunter can come every day." As he said that, he glanced at him, but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "It seems that Brother Hunter is not lucky today, it doesn't matter. You can dig some bamboo shoots back. Stewed meat and soup are the most delicious, and it's not a waste of time. I'll lend you my hatchet." He said that.

Seeing that he stared at him and didn't take the hatchet, Du Ruo said strangely: "Brother Hunter is watching me do. If you don't dig, I will dig it myself." As he said that, he entered the bamboo forest, found bamboo shoots and started digging.

Digging bamboo shoots is a job of hard work. Du Ruo was weak and took a long time to dig out one. He was so tired that he was panting. He looked up and saw that the man was still standing by the bamboo forest. He rolled his eyes: "I said you are a big man, do you have some kindness? It would be fine if you don't help me when I see a weak woman like me digging bamboo shoots. Is it interesting to stand by the side and watch jokes. Don't you think about it. If I hadn't told you about poaching, you might have been caught in the yamen and got beaten with a board."

The man looked at Du Ruo for a while and finally came over. He took the hatchet from Du Ruo's hand, dug a few bamboo shoots for her, threw the hatchet on the ground, and turned around and left.

Du Ruo looked at him as if several ups and downs were gone. He was stunned for a long time and pinched himself, took a breath of pain, and couldn't help but murmur: "It seems to be true..." Could this hunter be the martial arts master in the novel who lives in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests?

If it is true, it is not certain that he is a paradise. He has to have a good relationship with him, which has advantages and disadvantages. However, this person seems to have a bad temper and is a bit moody. It is really difficult to get along with such a person.

Du Ruo suddenly remembered the pot of wine he got today. According to the experience in the novel, most martial arts figures like this are good wine. Maybe he can bribe him with the pot of wine tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Du Ruo put the bamboo shoots in a bamboo basket and hugged the croaking pheasant down the mountain.

The mute lady saw the pheasant in Du Ruo's arms, and her eyes were wide open. Du Ruo's eyes were very strange. Du Ruo would interpret it as worship. After all, it was not anyone who could catch a pheasant with bare hands. Not to mention the mute lady, she began to admire herself.

Du Ruo asked Feng blacksmith to catch some prey to satisfy his appetite. However, she and the Ya Po were only two of them, and they had enough to eat for several days. The pheasant was slaughtered and could not finish eating. It would be better to raise it first and wait until there was nothing to eat in the future. So Du Ruo and the Ya Po cut some wooden sticks and set up a simple chicken coop next to the stove shed, and put the pheasant inside to raise it.

After packing up, it was dark, so I made a fire to cook, and stewed chicken with fresh bamboo shoots at night. After eating, I simply washed up and washed up and went to bed. Du Ruo lay on the straw mat and thought, if I had a relationship with Brother Hunter tomorrow, would he ask him to help cut some bamboo and make a bamboo couch? Although Du Ruo didn't know how to make a bamboo couch, can he study it slowly?

Thinking of the rustling sound outside the window, some cold wind came in through the window. Du Ruo wrapped the quilt tightly, thinking about coming again next time Erxi, he would like to buy two new quilts, which were thicker.

It drizzled all night and stopped until dawn. Du Ruo got up and went to see the pheasants in the chicken coop. He couldn't help laughing. He was soaked in the rain all night and became a veritable chicken.

Du Ruo smiled and the pheasant was unhappy. She shook her body and splashed the rain on Du Ruo's face. Then she looked at Du Ruo's embarrassment and started to giggle.

Du Ruo touched his face: "Don't be proud, I'll stew you in a few days."
Chapter completed!