‘The drizzle is drizzle, and the heart is in a dark and shocked. I listened from a distance to the mountains and trees, fighting against the wind and rain, and the sound is high and low.’

‘A little by little, one by one, one by one, and the blood and tears of sad people burst into tears. The place of sadness is turned from the memory of the wasteland.’

Wang Po’s house.

The opera troupe on stage was crying with tears in his blood.

The white silk and plain gauze are all gone, and the candles are extinguished, and there is another light rain at night, making it even more desolate and speechless.

The wife of Wang and his wife fainted from crying several times, so they hired a doctor and prepared several doses of Anshen Decoction. They fell asleep sadly just the previous hour.

There were two young grandchildren who were left, running around in the courtyard, not knowing what had happened.

Tang Ling sat in the front yard of Wang Po’s house, pounding melon seeds on the mat in the corner, and occasionally taking a sip of the rice wine in front of him.

The mouth feels sour, and it tastes so long that Tang Ling can't figure it out.

But he couldn't resist the so-called group of like-minded young men on the table who were on the table, so Tang Ling had to drink a few sips from time to time.

"The Wang family's wife is also a pitiful person. The man died in the mountains for a long time, and now this Wang family's mother is also..." Looking at the child running around in the yard, a young man sitting next to Tang Ling couldn't help but sigh.

"I heard that there are many places to explore when the Wang family Dalang died?" Tang Ling peeled another peanut and chewed it in his mouth.

Eating in the Dream Realm is a unique experience. What taste and aroma can be smelled in the nose and tasted in the mouth, but the belly is empty.

Even so, Tang Ling enjoyed it very much.

From the so-called "lunch" at home, he has begun to be shocked by the food culture of ancient China.

‘Eat never tires out fine food, and stew never tires out fine meat’, this is simply extremely meticulous.

The freshest spring bamboo shoots, as long as the crispest part of the heart of the bamboo shoots, slice the finest cloud legs, do not have extra seasonings, thicken them and serve them on the table, and a handful of tender green onions will make you feel the taste of spring, and the salty fairy is suitable for you, and you will have a freshness.

Take the fresh oranges, rotate them three-quarters of the place, peel them carefully, hollow out the orange meat, squeeze out some juice, and don’t let the orange meat go. Then take the crabs in the lake, peel them carefully, make a piece of crab roe crab meat, put them in the intact orange peel, cover them with orange lid, add water, wine, vinegar and steam them, and then eat them with dipping sauce made of salt and vinegar.

These dishes are just two dishes from Tang Ling’s lunch. In comparison, the Ziyue era ate pig food.

Is the ancient Chinese capital of the pre-civilized civilization so luxurious? Just a big gentry family, so what do those high-ranking officials and powerful people eat?

Tang Ling was curious, but at the same time he also had a question: Is the real life of ancient China in the Dream Realm? Or is it deliberately exaggerated? If it is real life, then has what he has experienced now really happened in history?

Tang Ling frowned and took another sip of rice wine without realizing it. He felt that he had grasped something very important and would be of great help to the Dream Realm in the future, but some things still need to be proved.

At this moment, a crisp girl interrupted: "Brother Tang, if you want to mention the death of the Wang family Dalang, I know some truth, which is much more reliable than those who are raspy and rumored.

"Oh?" Tang Ling raised his eyebrows, and there were young men around him making fun of him. The second young master Tang was afraid that he wanted to find a hero again.

But when the girl spoke, she ignored the group of teenagers. Her big eyes were staring at Tang Ling and said, "My brother is a county constable, and she went to collect the corpse himself. It is said that it was a zombie who caused trouble, but the cause of death was that the internal organs were shattered by a palm first, and then... "

Speaking of this, the girl's face turned a little pale.

In the mourning hall, under the candlelight, two pale lanterns swayed in the wind, and the dark solid wood coffin was brightly reflected in the candlelight. Two children from the Wang family ran around the coffin, and the older girl shouted: "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, get up quickly, there are many guests at home."

"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, there are so many delicious foods at home." The little boy who echoed the young girl and spoke with a breast voice also shouted loudly.

The two children kept slapping the coffin, making a "bang bang" sound, and the entire coffin was trembling slightly.

"What's going on?" Tang Ling glanced at the big black coffin, the ignorant child, and didn't care much, and then asked a question.

"Then, I was bitten in a mess, but the tooth mark was not a rumored zombie. Instead, it was divided into two tooth marks, one was human, and the other was afraid of some wild beast." The girl finished speaking in one breath, quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at the mourning hall.

However, the boy next to him was dissatisfied and said, "Why aren't it a zombie? If you say no, then what are you afraid of? Even if you don't dare to take a look at the coffin, you're not as brave as the two children."

"Three people died this month, and they didn't have a good piece of meat on their bodies. If it were an ordinary murder, who would eat that human flesh? Rumors even pry open the human brain and eat that brain marrow." Another young man suddenly shouted loudly and made a strange claw-stretching look, beating the girl.

The girl screamed in fear, and at the other side of the mourning hall, the Wang family's little granddaughter clapped her palms and laughed loudly: "Mother-in-law is going to get up, mother-in-law is going to get up."

"Ah?" When the girl heard this, she was so scared that she burst into tears.

Tang Ling smiled slightly, stood up, walked over with her hands behind her back, and before reaching the mourning hall, he held the two children with one hand and said, "Don't make noise, mother-in-law is tired, let her rest for a while. Wait, the chef will fry the fruits, you can wait to eat them."

When the two children heard that they wanted to eat fruit, they clapped their hands and cheered.

Tang Ling narrowed his eyes and watched the two children leave, then looked at the main hall again. The chairman was placed in the main hall. His cheap father in the dreamland was talking to several respected old men in the town at this time.

His cheapest brother was writing a quick pen next to him, which should be written as obituaries, but the content should not be limited to the people in the town, and advised the people in the town not to believe in the strange powers and gods.

Because the Tang family mentioned at noon that it is not reasonable for every household to stay in the door and people are panicked. As the first household in the town, we must stand up to rectify the atmosphere.

Therefore, this grand funeral that was paid for by the Tang family at night was a grand event. Under the face of Mr. Tang, everyone in the town came.

First, I also want to hear the explanation of this matter with a strong and confrontation.

Second, if you gather too much, you won’t be afraid.

But Tang Ling couldn't help laughing at her, the cheap father was full of righteousness and worried about the people, but the door was closed during the day in the house, and it was very nervous when it was open for a moment. I was afraid that it was also unsure, right?

At this time, the elderly led by Mr. Tang Ling were a little excited when they saw that they looked.

Tang Ling didn't care, but slowly punched the black coffin, and gently touched the coffin with his left hand, as if he wanted to know that the Tang family paid for some good wood 'recipe'.

The troupe continued to sing lively. The previous scene was so miserable. At this time, it turned into the lingering "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix". The young and young girls were fascinated by the audience. During the meal, all kinds of eyes were intertwined and their thoughts were hidden.

"Ancient Chinese people are so sao." Tang Ling did not return to the table in the corner, but instead picked up the table closest to the mourning hall and sat down.

He was not used to this collective "pornography". His love string was not yet clear, so several girls with spring eyes looked at him, and he stared back fiercely.

It's a lot of fun.

The opera is singing here, and the chef who is in charge of the banquet has already prepared some fruit snacks.

After all, it was the Tang family who took action, and there were no shortage of dried fruits, fresh fruits, and pastries. Tang Ling sat next to the mourning hall and had a lot of food and drink. The Tang family master glanced at this side for some reason. Seeing Tang Ling's eating look, he couldn't help but glared at him fiercely.

Mr. Han, who had been standing beside Mr. Tang, even walked out and shouted, "What do you think? I've become a hungry ghost when I went out for two days? Look at your elder brother, look at you. Go to the inner room to accompany your elder brother."

"No." Tang Ling smiled and refused.

I don’t know if it was an illusion. When Mr. Han said the word “ghost”, the wind became stronger at night, and it was blowing, making it colder.

Here, there are many people and eyes, so Mr. Han couldn't argue with Tang Ling too much, so he had to glar at Tang Ling and whisper: "After all, you are the second young master, be careful."

Tang Ling nodded and agreed while stuffing a delicate pasta that was made of unknowns into her mouth.

Mr. Han was angry, but he could only stomp his feet and turn around and enter the room.

At this time, the two young grandsons of the Wang Po family held a chopstick, and the fried fruit that had just left the pot was surrounded again with the chopsticks.

The child was not afraid, so he wandered around the mat where Tang Ling sat for two times, then ran to the coffin.

At this time, another group of children, holding a big yellow dog, also began to whisper.

"My father beat me to death in the afternoon." The child who spoke should not have bragged, and the bruises on the corners of his mouth could not deceive anyone.

"My mother punished me to kneel for an hour, but I still couldn't stand up straight now." Another little boy also whispered.

"Then tell your parents if you see it?" The little boy holding the big yellow dog asked softly.

"I said it, my parents scolded me for being confused. Not only did I punish me, but I was not allowed to tell others." The last little boy shrank his neck.

"My parents didn't say they believed it or not, but they just told me to hold Dahuang wherever I went tonight." The boy first added.

Dahuang? Tang Ling smiled, I'm afraid he was referring to the dog?

And how can these little kids forget Tang Ling’s amazing memory? Are they the ones running crazy children he met this morning?

This incident was also very big in the afternoon. Several families cried and shouted that they could not find the child and the child was eaten by the monster.

There are also people who say that they are zombies without any restraint. The county masters in the town are not doing anything, and now the children are gone, so they have to sue them to Lord Qingtian.

As a result, the child was found soon after, at Wang Pozi's house.

It turned out that just a few children sneaked out and went to watch the fun.

Thinking of this, Tang Ling grabbed a handful of fruits and walked towards the children. The two young grandsons of the Wang Po family squatted beside the big black coffin and ate the fried fruits.

"Come on, tell me, what have you seen?" Tang Ling smiled and sent out all the fruits in his hand.

Several children took over the fruit, but they were hesitant and refused to speak.

Tang Ling was not in a hurry, glanced at the big black coffin and took out several more big money from his arms.

"Canised haws, dough man, what do you want to buy? Who will tell me, who will give me the big money?" Tang Ling smiled like an old fox.

The dog called Dahuang seemed a little afraid of Tang Ling, and lay down at Tang Ling's feet, wagging his tail and showing his belly, looking very useless.

Compared to the dogs in the Ziyue era, they are so cute that they are countless times more cute. Tang Ling stretched out his hand and pinched the dog's face, looking like I think you are very cute.

The dog's face was deformed by pulling, but the big dog still pleased him like a 'humph', looking as if you are happy.

At this moment, a child finally plucked up the courage to take a big money from Tang Ling's other spreading hand.

Then he whispered: "Grandma Wang was eaten and her mind was eaten. I went around to the back to see. The boss had a hole, and it was empty inside."

"My stomach was exhausted." Another child also came up and took a big money.

Tang Ling smiled, but his eyes gradually became deeper.

The children talked about their discoveries, while Tang Ling agreed to "yes" while touching Dahuang.

"You said, what kind of hole is there in your brain?"

"Have your belly been cut open? What does it look like?"

"Back of the head, I mean, are there any wounds in the back of the head?"
To be continued...