My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator
Chapter 112's
The second place that Lu Zijia was going to go to was the house where Qi Anyan was burned.
According to Liang Yuhua, after Qi Anyan was hit and fell ill, she had no intention of starting a new home.
So, she took her son to the old house, cleaned for a while, and settled down.
As for the house that burned down, it was only set aside, and it took a full 22 years to get rid of it.
Today, twenty-two years later, the house burned by the fire still maintains its terrible condition this year.
While the villagers feared they would burn to death inside, they took detours or brisk walks under their feet when they had to pass.
After Lu Zijia went down the mountain, she met many villagers along the way. Now he was used to his real face and the name of his village Zhaojia Village.
Because, in this past week, many foreigners from other places had appeared in Zhaojia Village.
At first, the name of the village will be a little curious, but as more and more foreigners come, it is not surprising.
"Hey little girl, no one goes shopping there, you still don't want to go there."
While passing by an old grandmother who was sitting in front of her house with her head covered in white silk, Lu Zijia was stopped by the old grandmother.
Lu Zijia stopped, pretending not to know and said, "It's okay, I'm just idle and bored. I thought this place was nice, so I took a walk."
My village was praised, and the old granny's face was slightly more smiling, but she still persuaded, "Little girl, I still want to persuade you, it's better not to go there."
The old granny pointed towards the house where Qi Anyan was burned.
Lu Zijia pretended to be confused, "Grandmother, why is this? I came here for a trip with a friend. Can you tell me something about this place?
Also tell me where I can go and where I can't, otherwise I would be embarrassed to go where I shouldn't be. "
Lu Zijia's ability to not change her face and her nonsense was excellent, she was truly the master of the masters.
No, the old granny listened to him and looked at his sincere little face again. Without hesitation, he was persuaded to say everything.
"Hey, son, you know what? The place not far ahead was originally the home of Zhao Hanlin, the first richest family in our Zhaojia Village.
Unfortunately, there was a huge fire more than 20 years ago, and only a couple of widows and orphans remained.
Hey, what a pity, nice house, suddenly disappeared like this. "
Speaking of this incident, the old granny was also very touched and could not hold her breath anymore and again.
"Large fire?"
Lu Zijia showed an even more confused look, and continued to write down what the old granny said.
The old grandmother stopped the basket-weaving action in her hand, and her eyes were full of pity, "Yes, the police heard that it was caused by a leak and a gas explosion.
Poor Hanlin, the good boy who had just married a daughter-in-law and had a son, so he left. "
Sighing, the old granny raised her dry old hand and wiped the tears from her eyes.
Then, as if thinking of something else, the old woman said again, "Little girl, you don't know, good people are really appreciated!"
"Oh? What are you saying?"
Lu Zijia spoke in cooperation.
Seeing that there was a rare person willing to listen to her scolding, the old woman was naturally more willing to say, "Hanlin boy, even though he is the first richest family in our Zhaojia Village.
“Also, on the day of the accident, the boy Hanlin was talking to people in town on business, but when he saw my leg dislocated, he put down the business, he said, accompanied my old lady to the doctor, and personally took me home.
Good boy, why did he suddenly leave! "
The old granny was talking, she could not hold back tears, it turned out to be years old, and she could not let go.
"But fortunately, good people are rewarded. The blessings that Hanlin's son collected during his life fell on his wife and son.
His wife could not bear the irritation of the moment and fell ill on the spot, and she had been sick for many years at the same time.
The family property left behind by the Hanlin boy had long been spent, but fortunately, we have another great virtue in Zhaojiakun.
Oh, that great good man is now the richest household in our Zhaojia Village, Zhao Wentian, that boy.
Zhao Wentian's son had been helping orphans and widows left behind by Hanlin's children for many years. If it were not for Zhao Wentian, the widows and orphans would have been ... "
Speaking of this, the old granny sighed again, "I blame this old lady for being useless and unable to help anything.
Hey, old man is useless! "
Listening to the old grandmother's words, it was clear that she wanted to help Qi Anyan's mother and son, but the situation was weak and she had been embarrassed for many years.
"Why? Grandma, your basket-weaving skills are great. I'm so jealous of you."
Lu Zijia smiled and pointed to the half-knitted basket in her hand, full of envy.
How could the old granny not know that this little girl was saying good things to persuade him?
Looking at the appearance of the seemingly incredulous grandmother, Lu Zijia looked solemn and sincere, "Really, I was also born in the countryside. When I was a kid, my grandmother taught me how to make baskets.
But I can't learn how to do it. Back then, I was sad, and I lost five pounds because of it! "
Lu Zijia said it in a good way, and her expression was very good, she really did not know at all, she was talking nonsense.
But nonsense is good too.
No, the old woman laughed after hearing the consequences, "Hey, you little girl can really talk, and your mouth is very sweet."
Lu Zijia persuaded her grandmother for a bit, then suddenly changed the conversation and asked curiously, "Grandmother, you just said that Mr. Hanlin was in town for business talks back then.
Do you know how long he went out to discuss business? Or, would he stay in the city for a day or two before returning home? "
The relationship between the old granny and Zhao Hanlin, however, she knew quite a bit about this.
Although the old granny was strange, why did Lu Zijia ask about this, she still said it.
After all, there was no one there anymore, and there was nothing to say.
"I don't know what kind of business the old woman's son Hanlin is doing, but he's out to talk about business, sometimes not always a day or a few days."
Hearing those words, Lu Zijia's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and then asked, "Did many people in the village know about Mr. Hanlin's departure to discuss business?"
The old granny nodded, "I all know that whenever Hanlin's boy goes out to talk about business, he puts on a small suit and drives his stylish car.
Every time we see his clothes like this, the whole village knows that he will talk about business again. "
Looking back on that year, the old woman missed him a lot.
Listening to more news, Lu Zijia already had a common guess in her heart.