My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

The second place that Lu Zijia went to was Qi Anyan's burned home.

According to Liang Yuhua, after Qi Anyan fell ill, she had no intention of starting a new house.

So, I took my son to the old house, cleaned it up a bit and settled down.

As for the home that was completely burned down, it was left as it was, and this time it was put away for a full twenty-two years.

Twenty-two years later, the house that was burned down by the fire still maintains the tragic state of the past.

And the villagers were worried about being burned to death inside, so they either took a detour or walked fast when they had to pass.

After Lu Zijia went down the mountain, she met many villagers along the way. For her unfamiliar face, the village name of Zhaojia Village has become accustomed to her.

Because, in the past week or so, many strangers from other places have appeared in Zhaojia Village.

The name of the village was a little curious at first, but as more and more strangers came, there was nothing strange about it.

"Hey little girl, there's nothing to do over there, so don't go over there."

Lu Zijia was stopped by the grandmother when she was passing by an old grandmother with white silk on her head sitting in front of her house.

Lu Zijia stopped and pretended not to know anything and said, "It's okay, I'm just idle and bored. I think this place is good, so I walk around."

Her own village was praised, and the old grandmother smiled a little more on her old face, but she still persuaded, "Little girl, I still want to persuade you, it's better not to go there."

The old grandmother pointed to was in the direction of the house where Qi Anyan was burned.

Lu Zijia pretended to be puzzled, "grandmother, why is this? I came here with a friend to travel, can you tell me about this place?

It also allows me to know where I can go and where I can't go, otherwise I'll be embarrassed if I go to a place I shouldn't go. "

Lu Zijia's ability to keep his face straight and nonsense is very good, and he is really a master of masters.

No, the old grandmother heard her say that, and looked at her sincere little face. She didn't have any doubts, so she was coaxed to say anything.

"Hey, little girl, don't you know that the place not far ahead was originally the home of the young man Zhao Hanlin, the first wealthy household in our Zhaojia Village.

It's a pity that there was a big fire more than 20 years ago, and only a pair of orphans and widows were left.

Oh, what a pity, a good home suddenly disappeared like this. "

When I mentioned this, the grandmother was deeply moved and couldn't help sighing.

"Big fire?"

Lu Zijia showed a more puzzled look, and continued to repeat the old grandmother's words.

The grandmother stopped the action of weaving the baskets in her hands, and her old eyes were full of pity, "Yes, the police heard that it was caused by a gas leak and explosion.

Poor Hanlin, a good boy, just got married and had a son not long ago, so he went like that. "

While sighing, the old grandmother raised her dry old hands and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Immediately, as if remembering something, the grandmother said again, "Little girl, you don't know, good people are really rewarded!"

"Oh? What do you say?"

Lu Zijia answered in cooperation.

Seeing that it was rare that someone was willing to listen to her nagging, the grandmother was naturally more willing to say, "That kid from Hanlin, even though he is the number one wealthy household in our Zhaojia Village.

But others are very good. They not only often help the elderly like us, but also come to help the elderly in the village when they are free. "