Life: fifty-five. (seriously ill)
F: I have a son to serve.
Lu: Self-sufficiency.
Aspirations: Kindness in childhood, gentleness in adulthood, happiness in old age, words and a happy ending.
All ancestors were farmers.
Looking at Zhang Mu’s information, Kong Ming frowned. It stands to reason that Zhang Mu should still have five years to celebrate her birthday. She died a natural death, but now she is seriously ill and has spent five years celebrating her birthday. Looking at the eighteen generations of this family, they were all farmers, and they all died well without illness or disaster.
It seems that some people in this family have a loss in virtue.
Frowning, empty Ming drifted towards Zhang Dalang’s room.
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Chapter II Village Time
After coming to Zhang Dalang’s room, the empty body suddenly shook and twisted, and it could not form a good appearance. (Vertex novel, hand-written novel)
"Yeah, it’s not working anymore." Reached back and grabbed one of the four ghosts who followed him, and then stuffed the ghost into the present body. After a shake, the empty body stabilized and returned to its original state.
"Gee, it’s really troublesome. Now there are fewer and fewer ghosts in the village. If this continues, I can only stay in the land temple in the future. It seems that I must upgrade my rank as soon as possible."
Pulled the sleeve, empty Ming took out the book, to Zhang Dalang, Zhang, a moment later, turn over a page.
Name: Zhang Dalang.
Age: twenty-five.
Shou: Fifty.
F: You have a son.
Lu: Self-sufficiency.
Chi Zai: I escaped when I was young, but I was cunning when I was an adult. My parents died early, and I had a son and was lonely.
All ancestors were farmers.
Name: Zhang.
Age: twenty.
Shou: forty-five.
F: You have a son.
Lu: Self-sufficiency.
Chi Zai: When I was young, I was stupid. When I was an adult, I lived in Anshun. I had a son and died a good death.
All ancestors were farmers.
All of Dalang’s ancestors were farmers and honest people, and now somehow a cunning descendant has been born. Empty Ming turned a new page, took out a green bamboo pen and put pen to paper.
Zhang Dalang, life story.
After writing, the empty figure has something to do for a while.
"Yeah, are you running out of mana? It’s too weak."
He grabbed a ghost, stuffed it into his body, closed his eyes and stood for a while, and his empty figure stabilized again. Shake hands hard, feel the real power, empty Ming this just turned the next page.
Zhang Dalang, a playful child, never came home. At the age of ten, he burned a car full of rice. At the age of twelve, he watched women take a bath. At the age of fifteen, he stole his own money and went out to play. As an adult, he was lazy, didn’t do farm work, cheated and played tricks, beat and abused his wife, bullied his neighbors, and only cared for his mother.
Ah, he is still a pure filial person.