It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

The old man was buried in the grave, but the grave was buried.

With his heart on his mind, Wu Wen followed Mr. Zhou and others closely and moved towards his family's ancestral grave.

The location of Mr. Zhou's ancestral grave was very good, with beautiful scenery and a clear pond behind it.

There were only three small graves on the small slope, one was Mr. Zhou's father, one was Mr. Zhou's grandfather, and one was Mr. Zhou's great grandfather.

Mr. Zhou's great grandfather was the bandit who was torn apart by two horses.

The scenery around the grave was very good, but there was something wrong with the grave.

A group of villagers who followed him trembled and kowtowed behind Mr. Zhou, repeating the same few compliments over and over again.

Master Zhou didn't care about their reaction at all, and didn't even talk to them. If they wanted to talk, they had to communicate with Master Zhou's housekeeper first, and then the housekeeper would convey it on their behalf.

However, these villagers stood there awkwardly, and didn't dare to ask questions at all. They could only watch Master Zhou and Taoist Qingxuan communicate.

In fact, they couldn't go forward even if they wanted to, because the servants brought by Master Zhou had completely isolated them five meters away, and didn't let them get close to their ancestral tombs at all, so as not to pollute the feng shui of the ancestral tombs.

The reason why they were allowed to come here was just to use their mouths and eyes to confirm the rumors that the ancestral tombs were haunted.

At this time, an offering table had been placed in front of Master Zhou's ancestral tomb. It might be because people were often sent to repair it. The stone tablet in front of the ancestral tomb was built in a high-end atmosphere and was well maintained. However, walking around the ancestral tomb, you can see that the height of the weeds and small trees on the soil above the ancestral tomb is a little wrong. Compared with the surrounding grass, they are smaller and less, and feel like they have just grown.

The small tree on the ancestral tomb of Mr. Zhou's great-grandfather is even smaller than the tree on the grave of Mr. Zhou's father. You can tell at a glance that it has just been planted.

However, Wu Wen is far away, and his body is not his body, so he can't see such detailed problems, and even can't hear the speech of Mr. Zhou and others in front clearly.

Here, he is more like a supporting role.

At this time, Mr. Zhou, as the protagonist, is offering incense to his elders.

"Huh!" The flames rose, but it was not the flames from burning paper goods, but the fire in the brazier used to ignite paper goods.

Mr. Zhou reached out and picked up the paper money and threw it into the brazier.

The raging flames devoured the paper money, but did not make the fire bigger.

Looking carefully, the paper money thrown into the basin was surrounded by flames, but there was no sign of burning, even the surface was not charred, and it still looked like paper money.

Mr. Zhou's face became much worse.

He pointed at the paper money in front of him, then looked at Taoist Qingxuan beside him, and asked softly: "Master, look at this..."

Taoist Qingxuan looked calm. He looked up at the burning paper money in the brazier, then squatted down, silently reciting some jokes, and then he raised his hand to take a stack of paper money and threw it into the brazier.

The flames rose, and the paper money burned vigorously, but the paper money thrown by Mr. Zhou still did not seem to be burning at all, even if the paper money on it began to burn fiercely, the paper money thrown by Mr. Zhou still did not change.

"Humph!" Looking at the bizarre scene in the brazier, Mr. Zhou snorted coldly, his face was ashen.

Damn it, are you my great grandfather or Taoist Qingxuan's great grandfather? You don't accept the paper money I throw, but you accept it when he throws it. What's the matter? Are you his illegitimate son?

Mr. Zhou was so angry that his liver hurt, but he just looked unhappy and didn't say anything.

It was the same last time, which made him feel like he was born by his mother's cheating, which was extremely humiliating.

Taoist Qingxuan kept mumbling in his mouth, as if he was communicating with someone, but his voice was small and his eyes were closed, so Mr. Zhou didn't dare to disturb him.

Wu Wen stood in the crowd and stared at this side, but the servants in front of him blocked his view tightly. He could only see the fire in the pot, but couldn't see the changes in the paper money inside, nor could he see the movements and expressions of Taoist Qingxuan and the others.

Taoist Qingxuan's words became more and more dense and more and more urgent. After a long time, Taoist Qingxuan finally stopped his weird movements.

"Huh!" Taoist Qingxuan let out a long breath. Mr. Zhou, who was standing beside him, asked anxiously, "Taoist Qingxuan, how is it?"

Taoist Qingxuan waved his hand, turned around, and looked behind him.

He scanned the expectant faces of the villagers, and then said loudly: "Thanks to Mr. Zhou's trust! I just communicated with Lingzu and found out the reason why this problem came back.

Lingzu was not very happy about the last time Mr. Zhou bought the paper man. He said that the paper man has no life and no life, and the use is too different from that of a living person. He was very unhappy and felt that you were fooling him. So this caused the ground to spurt blood, livestock to die, and the population to wither to warn you.

In addition, he also said that the paper man was made without sincerity. He was torn into two pieces, and his head and spine were strangled out, so his neck was very long, and the paper man had an ordinary face, and they were not a good match at all. So he wants you to sacrifice a beautiful woman as your wife again in the way he died, so that the population will prosper and everything will be revived.

Alas, Mr. Zhou, I am incompetent. I have tried to persuade him many times but to no avail, so I can only come up with such a result."

Taoist Qingxuan talked a lot, and the words he said were heard by everyone present.

Wu Wen was shocked, followed by a furious mood.

Okay, damn it, this is how my Hong Yuan's spine was pulled out!

Wu Wen immediately looked around, trying to find a stick or something handy to secretly find a time to knock Mr. Zhou and Taoist Qingxuan to death in front of him. After all, his current body is no longer his body, and he can't strongly compete with the hundreds of people here, so he can only look for an opportunity.

Although he knows that he can't change the past, his feelings with Hong Yuan have become increasingly deep, and now even hearing these words makes him feel angry.

Of course, showing some performance is also a good way to increase Hong Yuan's favorability.

Public to public, private to private, feelings are feelings, means are means, these two must be seen separately.

Wu Wen was about to turn around to find who brought farm tools or not, when the voices of the tenants around him rang.

"Oh, Master Zhou, we have to listen to our ancestors! Let's just buy a slave to sacrifice!"

"Yes, Master Zhou, if we don't sacrifice, then our food will not be available this year. We won't be able to pay the grain and have nothing to eat. How can we live like this!"

"Master Zhou, you have to make the decision for us! Master Zhou!"

Before Master Zhou got excited, a group of tenants got excited, and they clamored for Master Zhou to buy a beautiful female slave to sacrifice.

Their lives are hard! As free men, they have to pay grain every year because they rent Master Zhou's land, which makes their lives just enough. If they pay 10% more or 10% less every year, it will cost their lives. They can't be careless!

Didn't the ancestor Zhou just want a slave? Isn't it okay to give it to him? As long as the Zhou Laozu is satisfied and stops making trouble, they can have a good harvest this year, and they can be tenants and free men next year. Otherwise, they will be reduced to long-term and short-term workers, which is much more uncomfortable than now.

Now they still own the land. If they can't keep the land, then next year the land will not be theirs, and the harvest will naturally not be theirs, and then life will be meaningless.

A group of tenants that Wu Wen is very familiar with, whether old or old, are shouting and praying vigorously, hoping that Master Zhou can solve the demands of his ancestors.

Slaves are not human beings, and tenants are much more noble than them. Of course, it only refers to ordinary slaves. Those who have been passed down for generations still have a high status.