Mojia Village is a very old village. Mo Jiabao said that Mojia Village was a family from his ancestors who fled here, and later gradually developed into a village. Now there are more than 100 families in this village, which is also a big village. Most of the villages have surnames Mo, but there are also a few families with surnames from other families.

Although Mojia Village is in the mountains, it is remote but not blocked. It should be said that in this strange era, there are few places that are truly blocked, and the era called strange by Mo Ran is naturally the 21st century.

During the three months, Mo Ran spent all his time understanding this era, but he had not seen it with his own eyes. What he saw from books and TV seemed magical and distant in her eyes.

Mojia Village also retains many traditional things, such as this ancestor worship.

Mo Ran followed Mo Jiabao all the way to Mo Sanye's house. He also saw many people on the way, and there were five more people walking with him. When Mo Jiabao saw the person again, he whispered to Mo Ran who it was.

"Uncle Fusheng, my aunt has a happy New Year."

Mo Ran took the initiative to say hello to the two elders, and the middle-aged man and woman seemed a little surprised. Mo Ran rarely went out. I heard that Mo Ran had improved his temperament, but this was the first time they saw Mo Ran in several months.

"Oh, good New Year!" The middle-aged woman was very enthusiastic. She grabbed Mo Ran's hand, and the smile on her face was very warm. It was the simplicity of the peasant family. "Good girl, what did you eat for breakfast? I haven't seen you for a few months, why are you so thin? Come to your aunt's house for lunch? Could it be that the kid is not back, you are deserted at home alone..."

As he said that, the middle-aged woman felt a little distressed. She was all fellow villagers in the countryside. She was very close to Mo Ran’s family before, but Mo Ran did too much before, and they couldn’t reach her if they wanted to help her.

Now that I know that Mo Ran has changed his temperament, I naturally can't bear it even though I am relieved. Everyone is reuniting during the New Year. I still don't know how this little girl is alone and eats the New Year's Eve dinner at 30.

Before Aunt Fusheng finished speaking, Uncle Fusheng touched her. Why did the New Year tell people sad? The aunt also felt that it was not good to say this now, so she stopped.

However, Uncle Fusheng smiled and said to Mo Ran, "Mo Ran, if you don't dislike going home to eat with Uncle at noon, right?"

Mo Ran lowered his eyes and looked at Aunt Fusheng's hand. This hand was very rough. Perhaps because of her frequent farm work, the cracked calluses on it made her skin feel a little painful, but her hands were very warm, like a stove.

She could feel their simple kindness, and since she opened her eyes again, she felt like she was falling into hell, even under the scorching sun, she was like a walking corpse.

She didn't think she deserved to enjoy such warmth, but at this moment, the temperature was so hot that she wanted to cry.

"I am so happy that I am not anxious, but Fugui told me to go to his house for dinner before the New Year, and I agreed, so thank you, Uncle Fusheng."

Mo Ran said politely. Fusheng looked at him twice, and the three people behind him were also a little surprised. After hearing these words, Mo Ran really changed.

Mo Fugui is Mo Jiabao's father. There are many people in their generation who have the word "Fu" in the village.

Mo Fusheng smiled and knew that Mo Jiabao was close to the Mo brother and sister on weekdays, so he stopped forcing him, "Hehe, it's better to do this, but Fugui is more thoughtful than I think."

As the few people chatted, Aunt Fusheng opened up the conversation and pulled Mo Ran and kept saying, "Mo Ran, come to find my aunt if you have any problems in the future. If you have the strength to work, let your Brother Hongfei and Brother Junzi help you... Look at you, you can't cook, right? Come to my aunt's house for lunch in the future, and you won't have a pair of dishes..."

Hongfei and Junzi are two men next to them. Mo Hongfei looks a little gentle and has already started a family. He bought a house in the city. In fact, he rarely comes back. This year he is back with his wife for the New Year.

Mo Junzi is the same age as Mo Jiabao and has not yet married. He is much thinner than Mo Jiabao, but he is not low in size. He heard his mother say this and expressed his willingness to help.

The people in the village don’t speak in a slight way. If you are polite, you will look down on them. Mo Ran listened and just kept responding.

While I was talking, I had already reached the entrance of an old yard. The alley was much narrower, with more people, and the atmosphere of the New Year became stronger.

Seeing unfamiliar faces coming to greet the New Year, Mo Ran only followed Mo Jiabao to greet the people he met one by one, and Mo Ran also gained the care of many people, which made the smile on Mo Ran's face become more and more forceful.

She used to have such a close family, and even her father and mother who regarded her as the pearl in her hand, but now she has nothing...

Mo Jiabao actually kept paying attention to Mo Ran. Seeing that her face was very bad, Mo Jiabao stepped forward with some concern, "Mo Ran, why don't you go into the house?"

There are many people here, but the yard of Mo Sanye’s house is an old yard and cannot accommodate so many people. When the villagers come, they stand outside chatting. But Mo Ran is very weak and Mo Jiabao is worried that she will be frozen.

Mo Ran shook her head. She knew that the room was full of elders of grandfathers. She, a junior, had no reason to go in, "Go and take in the incense stick first."

After the two entered the yard, Mo Ran finally saw the so-called "cloud cloth", which was actually a huge white cloth, temporarily hanging under the eaves, with many names written on it.

Mo Ran approached and looked at it. The handwriting was extremely correct. Mo Ran felt a little kind.

After she came here, she realized that even the fonts here are divided into traditional and simplified Chinese, and now there are very few people using traditional Chinese, and what she is familiar with is traditional Chinese.

As a result, she became semi-illiterate, "Jiabao, who wrote the words on it?"

Mo Jiabao pointed to the three lines at the end, "These are all written by Grandpa San, and I don't know the ones above, but I heard that they were all written by the respected old man in the village."

Mo Ran nodded, his eyes fixed on the same place, Mo Silang, Mo Xiujie, Zhao Shiping...Mo Xiujie and Zhao Shiping are Mo Ran's parents, and Mo Silang is Mo Ran's grandfather.

Mo Ran took three incense sticks, held it in his hand, and bowed respectfully in front of Yunbu, thinking: "I'm in the morning, Mo Ran, the same name and surname as your daughter, maybe it's fate... Now I'm reborn with your daughter's body.

But if you bear blood feuds in your lower body, if you can get revenge and come back alive, you will definitely return this life to the Mo family. However, now, I hope that the Mo family’s parents and ancestors will accept it.

If the seniors refuse, just blow out the fragrance in my hand, and you will... pay your life and never make a false statement!"

Finally, Mo Ran inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, staring at the flashing fire, and his fingertips turned white. After a while, the incense rose and did not go out, and Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt less guilty. She believed that she could encounter rebirth. She believed that the ghosts and gods that Er Niang often said might really exist.

"After I was well cared for, I left Mojia Village. I didn't know how to walk ahead, but if I didn't walk, I would never find the truth. I simply did not live in the same world as the Great Qi Dynasty. I shouldn't bring disaster to Mojia Village."

Mo Ran said in his heart again, a little sad.

"Oh~ Isn't this Miss Mo Ranmo? Why did the first day of the Lunar New Year come here? Last year, I also said that Yunbu in Mojia Village was unlucky and even his parents were unwilling to worship him. Why did he come this year? He pretended to be a human being!"

A very disharmonious voice came, full of sarcasm and bad intentions. Mo Ran slowly turned around and stood in front of him a girl wearing a big red cotton jacket. The furry scarf on her neck looked very high-end. The girl's outfit was much more fashionable than the girls who walked with her.

The girl raised her chin high and looked at Mo Ran with disgust. This was the first time Mo Ran saw someone looking at her with hostility.

Mo Ran looked at Mo Jiabao. Mo Jiabao looked bad and was very disgusted with the girl who spoke ill of evil words. But there were so many people, he naturally could not stand out casually, let alone the other party was a girl, let alone... "She is Mo Rongrong."

In this way, Mo Ran knew that Mo Rongrong was her relative, or to be precise, her cousin. The original owner Mo Ran was not without relatives. She had, and there were quite a lot of them.

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