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After burning the paper and bowing according to the rules, Ren Yifei exited the mourning hall. From the beginning to the end, Changsun and others did not pay any attention to this 'NPC'.
A very ordinary young man who died, with a sense of simplicity unique to people of this era, just like other night watchmen, nothing special.
The preliminary exploration of the mourning hall has been completed, and these "outsiders" have been inspected nearby. The task has been overfulfilled.
The game on the card table has changed. A Liang was sitting on a long bench eating melon seeds. When he saw Ren Yifei coming out, he called him: "A Fei's over here."
Ren Yifei already knew that A Liang and some older people were very friendly to him. In many games, if an NPC's favorability is high, clues will appear. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s the same here.
He walked over and sat down at the other end of the bench.
"Did you burn the paper for your mother-in-law?" A Liang handed him a plate of melon seeds.
Ren Yifei took away a handful of pumpkin seeds, put them in his hand and ate them slowly: "It's burned, won't you go?"
"Forget it, I am a left-wing person, I will make my mother-in-law angry later."
Ren Yifei peeled off the flesh of the melon seeds and sighed as if unintentionally: "Why is it so sudden?"
A Liang made a move, hesitated to speak, and finally just shook his head: "I must be old."
The two chatted endlessly at the card table. The summer night breeze blew slowly by, blowing away the dizzying smell of oil and wax from the mourning hall.
"If this wasn't a mourning hall, this would be a good place to enjoy the cool air. The moon in the sky was big and bright, illuminating the yard brightly.
They heard the hoot of an owl. A Liang spit out the melon seed shell and looked around but could not find any obvious trace of the owl: "The old owl hooted again."
During this period, there was another round on the card table. A Liang took a closer look and said strangely: "Why didn't you see Asong finish today? Doesn't this kid usually stick to the card table and never leave?"
Ren Yifei's heart skipped a beat: "A Song? Where are you?"
"You didn't see it? Next to Ajie."
There were two people next to Ajie, but Ren Yifei could still tell which one was 'A Song' at a glance.
Everyone is looking at cards, more focused than playing cards. There is only a young man with short figures. He stares at the Lingtang with his eyes and has a complicated expression.
Ren Yifei continued A Liang¡¯s words to test: ¡°Did he not bring any money today?¡±
¡°He used to live without any money.¡±
A Liang's words were somewhat contemptuous, and he also taught Ren Yifei: "You can't imitate him. If you take a gamble, you will lose your previous job and have people chasing you around all day long. Auntie, you are the only son."
"Oh, listen to you, A Liang, brother Liang, I definitely won't follow his example."
Hearing these words, A Liang felt comfortable all over. He grabbed another handful of melon seeds and gave them to Ren Yifei: "Eat the melon seeds."
Ren Yifei is like a fish in water here, treating the away game like a home game, while the players over there are living like a year.
NPCs are very unfriendly to the players who are acting out. Ignoring and ignoring them is already a good treatment. It is only when they change their faces from time to time that people are on tenterhooks.
The girl with thick braids, ¡®Xiaomei¡¯, was frightened and cried twice. ¡®Second Grandson¡¯ had already shrunk into a corner and was in a worrying state of mind.
¡®The eldest grandson¡¯s wife¡¯ was stared at by the middle-aged woman, and even the eldest grandson, who was relatively calm, was reprimanded once.
But none of them resisted the NPC, not even the old players.
Ren Yifei, who was crossing the river by touching others' mistakes, knew that provoking NPCs was definitely a wrong behavior. It¡¯s unclear what the consequences will be, but there will definitely be some price to pay.
He doesn¡¯t provoke, doesn¡¯t show off, he just sits there and feels it out.
As time passed, the elderly people in the mourning hall began to leave, and slowly, only the young night watchmen, family members of the deceased, monks, and a few helpers were left.
Ren Yifei finished eating the bean cake and touched his stomach: "Still hungry."
NPC Ajie rolled his eyes at him: "Why didn't you faint from hunger?"
"There will be food soon. I see smoke coming from the kitchen." The older night watchman smiled and played a card.
After a while, something to eat did come.
Because staying up late is harmful to the body and makes people prone to hunger, the host made multigrain porridge. The aunt in charge of the kitchen brought a big porcelain basin over and said, "You all have some to eat. You won't be able to do it later if you don't have enough energy."
This bowl of multigrain porridge is different from those of later generations. There is a layer of water on the top and something like beans on the bottom. It is very thin.
"You have money to pay for a monk, but you give us such porridge? No wonder Grandma Haruzhi wants to" A night watchman couldn't hold his breath and complained.
&nOn his chest, the muscles trembled, forming a frightened expression.
She turned sideways and hid her face, emphasizing once again: "We are not hungry."
"Would you like to eat some of the stones? They won't have the energy to go back." The young NPC whispered again, while looking at the two children, showing a bit of unbearability, "They are still young."
The old woman thought for a moment, but she felt sorry for the child, and nodded: "I'll be back after eating."
"Gulu." Changsun's stomach made a sound. He looked up at the young NPC and hesitated: Why didn't this NPC call him? As long as he shouted, wouldn't he be able to agree?
Even his eldest grandson¡¯s daughter-in-law, who was sitting aside and rubbing her belly, looked at him: ¡°The bean porridge doesn¡¯t taste good. Just call me and I¡¯ll make it taste better.¡±
"However, this NPC has extremely poor eyesight, and their flirtatious eyes are simply thrown to the blind man. He actually didn't ask anything, and left with the two children.
So how many big live people are invisible or what?
Is the treatment of players too low?
As soon as the people left, the middle-aged woman immediately lost her composure and showed a snarky face to the remaining people: "Keep kneeling to make your grandma happy."
Hungry players:¡
Ren Yifei took his two children out of the mourning hall.
Bowls have been placed on the table, and porridge is poured into them.
As soon as Ren Yifei and his two children sat down, three bowls of porridge were pushed over. There wasn't much soup in them and the beans were sticking out. He looked up and saw that it was Asong.
Ah Song smiled at Ren Yifei and invited the two children to eat porridge.
Ren Yifei looked at other people's bowls. They were filled with water, crystal clear to the bottom. The night watchman responded with a resentful look: Don't look at it, it's all in your bowl.
¡°Ahem.¡± He rubbed his nose and shamelessly sat down to eat.
The multigrain porridge without any seasonings tasted ordinary. Ren Yifei drank it slowly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a middle-aged woman over there hurriedly letting the two children pass.
She looked a little flustered, her eyes frequently looking in the direction of the mourning hall, and urging her two children: "Burn some money for my grandma, my grandma likes you the most."
Ren Yifei plucked the beans: I¡¯ve only had a few bites, are you in a hurry?
Beside him, Asong waited for the two children to leave, then poured their porridge together and started eating them naturally.
Ren Yifei put down his chopsticks and seemed to be thinking of something in his mind.
"A Fei, do you want to eat? If you don't want to eat, I'll help you eat the rest."
Ajie, who had already finished his portion, patted him on the shoulder.
With this shot, Ren Yifei¡¯s previous weird thoughts were shot away. "That's a nice thought." He picked up the bowl and drank the rest.
With something in their stomachs, the young guys have the energy to play cards again. There are few times throughout the year when they can play cards openly.
Except for the coffin next to it, the wake was actually not as scary as imagined.
¡°Probably because the person who died was an elder, and he was a very kind elder in the past. When I think about it, he was always gentle and loving, so he is not afraid.
What lies in the coffin is nothing more than the useless body left behind. What's so scary about the body? Besides, there were so many people at the scene.
The sound of playing cards continued until the night fell. Ren Yifei stood up and said he was going to the latrine.
The people playing cards didn¡¯t even look back: ¡°Go, go, don¡¯t fall into the trap.¡±
"Fuck you, I won't let anyone fall into the pit."
In rural houses of this era, the huts were all in the backyard, so he ran to the backyard.
As expected, the latrine was in the backyard, opposite the woodshed. As soon as he entered the backyard, he could smell the latrine.
This yard is not small, with banana trees and pomegranates planted in the corner, a pig and a few chickens, and an abandoned dry well, just like the backyard of an ordinary farmhouse.
He got into the latrine, but did not go to the toilet.
Ren Yifei rubbed his face with both hands, as if peeling off a piece of human skin. His face no longer had the jumping-off and innocence of 'A Fei', and he looked like a very calm and calm man at first glance.
¡°It¡¯s not Ah Fei, he¡¯s Ren Yifei.
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