Regardless of how, the batik shawl that Zhizhong gave might not be worth much, but it is so comfortable. It warms Sister Ling's heart, making her feel extrely cozy. Draping it over her shoulders, wrapping it around her proud heart, she feels beautiful, more and more like a fairy.
Brother Xuan doesn't want her to develop feelings for Liu Zhizhong, and Da Xing and Xiao Xing are also wary of this, but who can control where the heart goes?
Thoughts can't be blocked by physical ans. You can restrain her body, but could you restrain her thoughts and soul?
Liu Zhizhong is self-aware; he can manage his own body and heart, but can he manage Gan Ling? Sigh...
This mortal world, with its food and love, emotions are simple yet complicated, an eternal topic.
Who knows, Gan Ling's heart is gradually being stirred by Liu Zhizhong, becoming her dream, and also her pain...
In the mid-afternoon, Liu Zhizhong prepared afternoon tea, two portions for Da Xing and Xiao Xing, and one for Xiao Xing to take to the RV for Gan Ling.
Liu Zhizhong couldn't find ti to drink tea himself. There are still so delicious wild mushrooms in this town. He planned to buy so for dinner. Of course, he wouldn't buy the kind with red caps and white stems; heaven forbid soone ends up dead, it wouldn't be a joke.
Moreover, he still had to buy incense and paper money for burning tonight for Gan Mu.
The delicious wild mushrooms were easy to find, as many shops in this town were selling them.
But the incense and joss paper, Liu Zhizhong searched the whole area and couldn't find any!
He had no choice but to ask the locals. Only then did he learn that the forest fire prevention here is very strict, and burning incense for ancestor worship is prohibited. Therefore, the shops selling these items are few, and if they do exist, they're selling secretly.
After so inquiries, Liu Zhizhong finally managed to buy incense and paper money, but they were quite pricey. The rchant told him that the joss paper business isn't sothing just anyone can do now. The printing of joss paper is specifically managed; those who don't comply with managent and guides are producing fake joss paper.
Liu Zhizhong laughed lightly in surprise but felt deeply saddened. He didn't comnt, just asked if the water burials and earth burials of the Mogu people were still practiced here.
The other person told him, "What are you thinking, kid? When people die, they are taken to the crematorium, then buried in a public cetery. Mogu Clan mbers get a higher subsidy for cremation, after all, there are minority policies. For money, people have given up on traditions. Six years ago, when forced cremation was implented, people even died, but once people die, the policy carried on. The policies are still there, offering plenty of money."
Liu Zhizhong didn't know what to say, handed a cigarette to the incense-seller, and was planning to leave.
But the seller, being kind-hearted, said, "Kid, if you want to go burn paper on the mountain, go at night. During the day, there are patrols everywhere, running into them would be troubleso. At night, when it's completely dark, there are fewer patrols. According to our regulations here, if you're caught, it's at least two years imprisonnt and a minimum fine of ten thousand."
Liu Zhizhong had even less to say, thanked the seller, and then started walking back.
He knew the location of Gan Mu's grave, near the edge of a village, though it belonged to another town's outskirts. Burning incense at night, what if they got caught? Quite troubleso!
After thinking it over, he sent a ssage to Qian Xuan, explaining the situation, and asked Brother Xuan to find a way to arrange it. What a simple matter.
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