The old woman immediately revealed her fox tail. She couldn't hide her elation, but she pretended to snort coldly: "That's not true, and it doesn't matter who picked the man!"

Zhao Yao pursed his lips tightly to hold back his laughter.

The old woman took Zhao Yao to the chair behind the desk. The young man discovered that there was a lifelike wooden sculpture of a crouching dragon on the desk. However, for some reason, after careful observation, he found that this green wooden dragon had eyes but no beads.

The old woman picked up a brush that had already been dipped in ink. It was a brand-new small tapered pen with a wooden tube made from old locust branches. She held it in both hands and handed it to her eldest grandson tremblingly.

Zhao Yao took the brush without knowing it, and his shoulders sank. It turned out that his grandma put her hand on his shoulder, and he sat down in the seat that only the head of the Zhao family could sit.

The old woman took a step back and said with great solemnity: "Zhao Yao, take a seat! Today you will dot the dragon's eyes for the ancestors of the Zhao family!"

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A series of dilapidated clay statues of gods, leaning horizontally and vertically on the grassy ground, no one cares about them.

This has been the case for thousands of years, and even more and more clay statues will continue to fall here. The people in the small town are not only not surprised by many things, but actually don't have much respect for these statues.

The old man occasionally nags his children not to come here to play, but the children still like to come here to hide and seek, catch crickets, etc. Maybe when these children grow up, they become old people.

The old people will also tell their children not to come here to play. Generation after generation, they just come here, without wind, rain, waves, and everything is ordinary.

Here, the fallen head, broken torso, and separated palms seemed to have been forced together to maintain the approximate original appearance, but only this little bit of dignity was left.

A straw-shoe boy hurried here from the Mud Bottle Alley, holding three pieces of support money tightly in his palms. When he came here, he walked around and muttered to himself, and then he spoke very skillfully.

He found a statue of a god, squatted down, looked around, and saw no one there, then quietly put the copper coins into the cracked gap of the statue.

After getting up, he went to find the second and third deities, doing the same thing.

Before the boy left, he stood alone in the lush green grass, clasped his hands, bowed his head and said silently: "Peace to pieces, peace to pieces, I hope you will protect my parents from suffering in the next life... If you can, please tell me
Chapter completed!