The Cao family is really fearless, well, it can be considered that they died well without having to worry about it.

I took down someone's tombstone and used it as a water tank...

I have to say that the taste is really strong.

I couldn't help but asked: "Isn't the water in this kind of tank particularly cool and delicious?"

"..."

Cao Laosan: "...It's true."

He always thought it was due to the groundwater he used at home, but in the end he discovered...

Want to cry.

Who knew that the thunder in today's family was laid decades ago.

I greeted my indifferent biological father several times in my heart.

I started to worry about my livelihood again.

It is said that people have been busy and worried about all kinds of things since they were born, with no time for leisure, and only after death can they rest completely.

Um.

This is true.

This is true for most people.

But he had to bear the consequences for what his fathers had done. Not only would he not be able to sleep well after death, but he would also have to work hard to provide for the family's food and clothing just like when he was alive.

well.

I don’t know if this underworld will provide job opportunities for poor and needy households.

My face turned into bitter gourd.

There are words engraved on several sides of the water tank.

The only woman who lived in that era asked questions and didn't know.

Pei Yuhuan read the words on the wall carefully.

Without exception, they are all epitaphs, and they are not the same person.

But they all lived three hundred years ago.

She looked very intently, and a picture seemed to appear in front of her eyes...

It is a sea of ​​green.

Dark green, light green, emerald green, tender green...

Countless kinds of green were mixed together, even the sky was dyed green.

Wangjiacun was not originally called Wangjiacun, but Aizhupo. The name sounded strange at first glance, as it was short, bamboo, and slope.

Particularly inconsistent.

The reality is that there are so many bamboo forests growing on this land, they look like huge hillsides, and there are countless graves piled on the slopes.

No one knows what those graves are or who is buried there.

Deep in the dark bamboo forest are piles of undulating low graves, and a small weir in the middle looks like the black eyes of a monster.

No one dares to set foot lightly.

This bamboo forest had been silent for hundreds of years, and finally one day, the silence was broken.

They are a group of people wearing rags, with dark skin, vicissitudes of life, and thick calluses on their hands. They either carry hoes and shovels on their shoulders, or hold hatchets, axes, and sickles in their hands, or they carry bamboo strips.

A basket with fire tongs in it.

I saw a short but very capable old man who didn't know what he said. Everyone else became excited, raised the tools in their hands, and shouted loudly.

very excited.

But the excitement is yet to come.

They raised their mobile axes and hatchets high and chopped at the bamboos that were bigger than their arms.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The sound of chopping bamboo suddenly made the long-dead bamboo forest lively.

Cut, cut.

Bundles of bundles.

Drag and drag.

Everyone is very busy performing their duties.

After the bamboo forest was almost cut down, they focused their attention on the low and undulating graves in the forest.

A group of people shouted slogans again.

The old man pointed at the graves with an angry look and cursed loudly. He put his right hand to his heart, with tears in his eyes, and said something with a warm and pious expression.

Others surrounding him also lowered their heads.

For a while.

Holding railroad tracks and hoes in hand, they began to dig.

The black, moist soil with a strong earthy smell was dug up, revealing a coffin that was integrated with the soil underneath. The coffin had long been decayed. When a hoe was dropped, it collapsed instantly.

There was nothing in the coffin, only half of the coffin was filled with water.

Stinks.

As for the master sleeping inside, he no longer exists.

The others picked out the remains of the coffin, exposed them in the sun, and then burned them on fire.

And there are bones inside.

Then they would pick out the bones one by one, pile them together, put them in snakeskin bags, and bury them deep in an uninhabited ravine.

There is strength in numbers.

Under the old man's organization, it didn't take long for the bamboo forest to be like a sea, but now there are only a few scattered bamboos left.

The dark, moist soil was exposed to the sun, and someone seemed to be wailing, screaming, and cursing in pain.

Day and night.

The bamboo forest is divided into pieces of fertile soil. Occasionally, wild dogs will dig in the mud and run away happily with a piece of white stuff in their mouths.

The sun sets in the west, the night begins, and darkness penetrates the entire land.

Wait until the screen lights up again.

A man appeared in this reclaimed area that was once a bamboo forest, a man who looked very similar to Cao Laosan.

He is very young.

He looks to be in his twenties.

His skin was tanned and his face was full of hope for the future.

He negotiated with the old man.

A piece of land was quickly selected as a homestead and three thatched houses were built.

Not long after, several more families moved here, and then more and more people settled in this once scary and gloomy place, but now it is open and flat.

The Cao family's thatched house is being repaired in full swing.

With the help of relatives and friends, it was almost completed in no time.

Just one water tank is missing.

The old man from the Cao family found a local mason and asked him to build a water tank.

Everyone was poor at that time.

He had just built a house and was extremely poor.

I just dug out a few dollars from my teeth and got several kilograms of grain. The other party promised that I would get a 100% good vat.

It is guaranteed to last for a hundred years without leaking.

Masons are highly motivated.

The tank was ready in less than half a month.

The stones are all made by him.

The old man of the Cao family also saw a lot of words engraved in the jar. He asked the stonemason in confusion, not knowing what the stonemason said. Anyway, he accepted it happily in the end.
To be continued...