"One bow, two bow, three bow, courtesy, the family thanked."

After a thick and loud shout, Xiang Yang cried with two lines of tears that had not yet dried up, bent down at a man with a big waist and round waist in a constable costume and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."

Uncle Wang nodded, sighed, and patted Xiang Yang on the shoulder, "I am so sad that I will follow the changes. Although Lao Xiang is gone, life will continue. I have already agreed to the county master that you should take a few days off first, and then come to the government office after you handle Lao Xiang's funeral."

Xiang Yang nodded, with a hint of gratitude on his face. Before he could speak, another person who came to pay his respects needed to return the gift. He could only repeat the expression of his movements just now and thanked someone who looked very glamorous in silk clothes.

This is a small mourning hall. The whole room is only more than 20 square meters. Some places have been painted off, revealing the yellow bricks inside, white and yellow, and look very shabby.

Just north, a gray coffin was lying there. In front of the coffin was a white candle filled with tributes, and white cloth strips were hung on the beam above. The whole scene was just a black and white photo. Unfortunately, this was a feudal society similar to ancient China, and there was no such thing as tall and noble.

Xiang Yang is fifteen years old this year. He has clear eyebrows, beautiful eyes, red lips, white teeth, a pair of phoenix eyes but not charming. He wears a white mourning uniform, and has a more ethereal and elegant demeanor. Anyone who sees him can praise him as a great man.

Today is the second day of the cessation of the spirit. No less than fifty people from all over Anyuan County have come to burn incense and worship Xiang Daniu. As a small constable who has been in trouble for decades and is only three cents a month, it is simply incredible.

Xiang Daniu, whose ancestral home is Anyuan County, Qingjiang Prefecture, is the only seedling for generations. He has been an old farmer who faces the land and is facing the sky for generations. His turn is his promising, because he provided some useful information to the county magistrates who were secretly investigating and exploring the people, and was taken into the government office as a yamen runner.

After working for a few years, Xiang Daniu was favored by the county magistrate because of his honest and honest personality. He successfully transferred to the position of a constable. With the help of the matchmaker, the third aunt, he married the daughter of a poor scholar in the county. The beautiful girl married the big man who didn't know a word. She was really envious of people in the county. The so-called loser counterattack, but that's what it means.

However, after Xiang Yang, everything changed. First, Xiang Yang's mother died of labor and then the county magistrate who was grateful to Xiang Daniu was promoted. The new county magistrate Li felt that Xiang Daniu was not promoted by himself and had insufficient loyalty. He had always been a small constable and worked for more than ten years.

If this continues, it will be nothing mediocre, at least people are safe and stable.

Unexpectedly, a few days ago, Heifeng Village outside the county town went down the mountain to rob. Xiang Daniu, who had been wilted, sucked some wind. He was extremely brave and killed two bandits. He was also killed by others. Finally, he was praised and praised by the county magistrate. After his death, he was promoted to a head of honor. Xiang Yang was able to inherit his father's business and became a constable in the county jail.

It can be said that, except for the few old colleagues who have been with Xiang Daniu for more than ten years, most of these fifty people who have been with him for the sake of the county magistrate. Otherwise, a young constable would die if he died, who cares about you?

As for Xiang Yang, the only relative, the father died, he was really alone in the world, and there was no relative. If he hadn't been able to work as a constable in the government office and had sex, he would have been afraid that it would not take long to drink the northwest wind.

In front of the mourning hall, most of the neighbors are helping Xiang Yang, such as Aunt Wu who runs a bun stall, Uncle Li who misses the iron, and Mr. Liu, who used to be a student of Xiang Yang's grandfather, it was also very uncomfortable to see Xiang Yang who was wiping tears. He is such a miserable child.

Outside the mourning hall, the sky gradually became darker, and everyone saw that no one came to worship, so they packed up and left. Before leaving, Aunt Wu handed Xiang Yang a small basket, touched Xiang Yang's head, and said with a heartache,

"This is the bun made by the aunt for you. You can't be hungry at night. Don't force yourself. If you need any help, just come to my house."

This is a simple village woman with sincere feelings that touched Xiang Yang very much. She nodded repeatedly, and her hands holding the basket turned a little white.

Mr. Liu stood beside Xiang Yang, touched the black beard under his jaw, took out a piece of folded white paper from his arms, and handed it to Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang took it and opened it to see the words "Faithfulness" written on it.

"This is actually written to your father before your grandfather died. Although he didn't know a word about Big Niu, he really did these four words, defending the people and fighting the bandits and dying. Now you have become a constable. It is considered that your son inherits his father's business. Don't let your grandfather down on his expectations."

This was a kind of encouragement. Xiang Yang solemnly accepted the copybook and bowed to Mr. Liu, "Don't worry, sir, Xiang Yang dared not insult his ancestors' reputation."

As for Uncle Li, who was storming the iron, he didn't have time to do it. After returning from the house, he put a geese-ling sword connected to the scabbard in front of Xiang Yang.

"This is your father's sword. When fighting with the bandits in Heifeng Village, he made more than a dozen gaps. I have re-smelted and built them. It is much stronger than what was issued by the government office. Please accept it. How can I not have a good knife on duty in the future?"

Uncle Li has dark skin and a low figure, but because of his long-term ironwork, his hands are thick and powerful. Although he is not good at speaking, he is also a kind and righteous person. The iron he consumes to build weapons is not a small amount of money for a blacksmith who usually only repairs farm tools. Xiang Yang recorded this love.

After seeing off a few enthusiastic and simple elders, closed the red door, and hung it behind the door with a horizontal wooden bar, Xiang Yang wiped the sweat that did not exist on his forehead, looked up at the already dim horizon, and smiled silently.

Walking to a water tank placed on the right side of the yard, scooped up a scoop of gurgling and swallowing it. With the help of a trace of light left in front of the dim sky and earth, Xiang Yang saw a strange and handsome face through the water light, and touched it. It was cold and delicate. When he bounced, it hurt a little, and it really traveled through time.

Xiang Yang on Earth is an otaku in his twenties. He likes to stay at home to read novels since he was a child. Later, he even used it as a means of making a living. Not to mention making money, he could at least maintain food and clothing.

As a result, when he went home to visit relatives, Xiang Yang found a square paper stamp that was as white as snowflakes from the old house in his hometown. He accidentally cut his fingertips and blood leaked into the white paper. His soul moved, and he came to this strange world in a daze, traveling to a boy also called Xiang Yang.

As for whether he lost money or not? Xiang Yang felt that he had made a big profit in this wave. Not to mention anything else, at least a body that was ten years younger would be equivalent to letting him live for ten years. How could he be unhappy?

What's more, according to the original owner Xiang Yang's memory, the world here has warriors who come and go, flying over the eaves and walls. This is such a great attraction for visitors on earth.

After a long time of trance, when she saw that the world was completely dark, Xiang Yang hurriedly returned to the mourning hall, found a cushion, knelt down at the incense table and the coffin behind, and began to guard the spirit.
Chapter completed!