Ye Qianqian smiled proudly.

This is due to modern TV dramas.

It’s really both boring and informative.

"You know the willow tree. It likes shade and usually grows by the river. There is a willow tree growing in the open space behind our house. It has fat branches and lush leaves. It can absorb enough water at a glance. There is also mugwort."

"Mugwort also likes water. Does mugwort often grow in our onion field?"

"Yes!" Ms. Liu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"So, there must be a water source under this area. How can we not get water out of our yard? But..."

Ye Qianqian changed the topic and asked doubtfully: "As the saying goes, if you don't plant mulberries in front of the house, you won't plant willows behind the house. Why did we plant a willow tree behind our house?"

Mrs. Liu was stunned for a moment, then sighed.

"It was planted by Li Maocai's family. He said it was for the convenience of weaving baskets. Our family occupies half of the open space behind and his family occupies the other half. We can't take care of it if he wants to plant it."

"It was planted the year your father died. I discussed cutting it down with his family, but they didn't succeed."

Su Moyang didn't know about this. It was the first time he heard about it and he couldn't help but frown.

"That won't work, mother. I see that the willow tree is now as thick as one person. The willow tree has a well-developed root system. The roots growing out can be as high as the trunk. If you calculate it this way, it may have extended to the bottom of our house and will damage the house. It’s collapsed!”

Ye Qianqian had a flash of inspiration: "There is no enmity between his family and ours, right?"

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that the tree was planted after the death of the father-in-law?

Su Moyang obviously thought about it too, and looked at Mrs. Liu with a solemn expression.

"No, but...it shouldn't be possible, right?"

Ms. Liu shook her head first, then thought of something and hesitated. She looked at her son and daughter-in-law who were waiting for her to speak, and told an old story with great uncertainty.

And the things Liu said were really as trivial as sesame seeds and mung beans, and normal people would not take them to heart.

Ten years ago, when the Su family built these four tile-roofed houses, both Li Maocai and his son worked here. When it was time to install the beams, the custom was to throw rice dumplings on the house and distribute rice dumplings to each helper. Eating is called offering sacrifice to the gods.

As a result, Mrs. Liu bought just the right amount of rice dumplings, but she didn't notice any of them, and some of them were taken away by someone with dirty hands in the village.

This way you can't tell the difference.

The father-in-law first divided the others', leaving Li Maocai and his son. They felt that it was easier to deal with the neighbors in front and behind than others, so they said they would buy more to make up for it.

It was good at first, but before the rice dumplings were bought, Li Maocai's father fell down when he came home and broke his head. He lay in bed for half a month and spent a lot of money.

Their family thought it was because they didn't get the rice dumplings that they were guilty of yin and yang.

The Su family asked for the money spent on medical treatment and doubled it.

My father-in-law definitely didn't want to, so he just bought some meat and eggs and sent them over. After that, the two families didn't talk much.

After Li Maocai's father recovered from his illness, his health was not as good as before. He had no strength and could not do heavy work. He died two years later.

Then, after his father-in-law died, Li Maocai planted willow trees.

"Tell me, are you not so sinister about this matter?"

Mr. Liu asked Su Moyang and Ye Qianqian.

"Mom, the willow tree has been responsible for yin since ancient times. It is said that it will attract yin energy to the family, which is not conducive to the prosperity of the descendants."

Although Ye Qianqian didn't believe this, according to the theory, the Li Maocai family did have evil intentions.

Su Moyang looked solemn and said in a low and slow voice: "There is an osmanthus tree planted in front of his house, which just blocks the willow tree. Moreover, there is a red rope tied to the osmanthus tree."

Tie a red string to ward off evil spirits.

Mrs. Liu opened her mouth and was speechless.

"Ha! And I saved his child, and he brought pork over at that time."

Doesn't this mean that he remembers what happened back then?

The father-in-law sent meat and eggs, and he returned.

It was intentional!

Intentionally harming people!

so bad!

"It's obvious that he is ill, but he has to rely on unfounded things. Li Maocai and his son are really narrow-minded villains."

It's better to offend a gentleman than a villain. It's true.

Ye Qianqian guessed that Li Maocai's father probably lacked some trace elements in his body and was gradually failing.

Ms. Liu understands now and regrets it endlessly: "It's because I'm stingy in doing things, so I couldn't bear to buy more rice dumplings. Your father told me several times, hey..."

"Mom, don't take the blame on yourself. It's not just a matter of a few zongzi. Even if it wasn't, there might be some trivial things to make him grudge in the future." Ye Qianqian said.

Su Moyang's eyes were cold: "I will go to his house tomorrow to ask for an explanation."

"Don't go." Ye Qianqian stopped him.

Su Moyang is an upright person, and she does not doubt his ability to solve problems.

But now it seems that he is just a sinister villain. It may be solved now, but who can guarantee that the family will not hold a grudge even more?

The best thing to do is to let him cut down the tree himself.

However, this is too troublesome and requires a lot of brainpower.

"Just let the trees die. If he plants one, we will kill one."

"This......"

Mrs. Liu has never done such a thing, and she feels like she is a bit shady like Li Maocai.

Ye Qianqian hates the fact that iron cannot become steel, "Mom, have you never understood that they planted trees with the idea of ​​​​exterminating our family's descendants?"

Mrs. Liu was shocked and broke into a cold sweat.

Su Moyang nodded, his eyes cold: "Qianqian is right, mother, don't worry about this matter, Qianqian, do you have a good idea?"

"Don't we have a hollow pot at home? Boil a few more pots of hot water and burn it to death!"

"Don't worry, after a few days of watering, the roots of the tree will slowly rot and the whole tree will gradually wither. No one will be able to tell the problem."

Su Moyang is relieved.

Of course he is relieved.

I also secretly thought that I had read so many books. The more I interacted with Qianqian, the more I felt like a frog in a well, ignorant and ignorant.

So, in the middle of the night, the two of them boiled a full pot of water.

Su Moyang thought of another question, "I might scare his dog."

"It's easy."

Ye Qianqian took a piece of steamed bun and put some drug on it.

Su Moyang curled her lips, knowing that nothing could trouble her.

The two quietly opened the door and came to the back of the house. Li Maocai's dog barked twice, and Su Moyang raised his hand and threw the bun in.

It was the first time he had done such a sneaky thing, and his heart was pounding.

It's not that it's scary, it's a bit exciting.

After waiting for a while, the dog's whining stopped.

The two came to the foot of the tree.

"I'm sorry, Willow Tree Fairy. If you want to blame, just blame Li Maocai. We are just protecting ourselves."

Ye Qianqian muttered softly.

When Su Moyang heard her words, she suddenly thought of the ghost that haunted her in her dream.

Was it attracted by the yin energy of the willow tree?

If the willow tree dies, will the ghost disappear?

He dug a hole around the tree with a hoe, exposed the roots, and watered it slowly.

Boil this pot full, at least twenty kilograms of water. After pouring it out, bury it with soil.

After finishing, Ye Qianqian was about to leave when his body was suddenly pulled hard by Su Moyang, and his whole body was pressed against the willow trunk.

The mouth was also blocked.

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