manynovel Chapter 221
Chapter 221
People are really complex individuals.
Parents will teach their children that after they are sick, they should go to see a doctor and see Langzhong, grab some medicine and fry it and drink it for a few days to recover.
But when he was really sick, his father chose to believe in the ethereal God.
Yunshui Village has the custom of ‘asking the gods’.
It is not limited to Yunshui, but also the entire Huzhou, the entire Wei Kingdom, and even the world.
The common people of the lower classes, even the aristocracy, are quite keen to ‘ask God’.
For a period of time at home, things did not go well, such as Mrs. Zhang’s house.
The son Zhang Zhu chopped firewood to the soles of his feet, Changsun fell from a tree, and Xiaosun was bitten by a snake.
In the face of this extraordinary calamity, the people will choose to bring rich money to God.
And who is this ‘God’?
Han Xiangbone has learned in detail.
Goddess, people call it goddess.
The male god is called a god man.
In Han Xiangbone’s opinion, it is just a group of charlatans who pretend to be ghosts.
The common people exchanged silver money for the so-called immortal talismans.
It was then burned to ashes and melted into water.
If the disease recovers, the goddess Han Immortal God descends.
If the illness does not improve, the family is dishonest.
Gossip in the village, plus the fact that it is.
On the seventh day of the first month of May, Zhang Zhu took almost all of his family and went to Nanhua Mountain outside Xiangxiu County to ask God.
God summons Yu Ji, the old immortal of Nanhua, in the eyes of the people of Xiangxiu County, it is almost a living immortal who calls the wind and rain.
On the ninth day of May, Zhang Zhu returned.
As Han Xianggu guessed, that Nanhua old immortal spearhead pointed directly at Old Lady Zhang.
The old lady of Shenyan offended the land lord of Yunshui Village.
However, seeing that the old lady was old, he could not bear to punish her.
Therefore, Zhang Zhu and his two sons accepted the disaster in vain.
God also said that the old lady lived too long, and had begun to take the good life of her descendants and began to bring bad luck to her family.
God finally gave Zhang Zhu three immortal talismans.
Starting from the 10th day of May, for three consecutive days, every day at noon, when the sun was at its strongest, a talisman was taken and burned at the head of his youngest son’s bed.
The ashes are then melted in boiling water.
Allow the water to cool and feed the younger son to drink.
If the child does not wake up after three days, the source needs to be dealt with as soon as possible.
The source is Mrs. Zhang.
The old man didn’t know where he had offended the land lord of Yunshui Village.
Since God said he had sinned, he certainly did not run.
Whenever night falls.
The old man walked out of the courtyard door, knelt on his knees, and knelt away while kowtowing.
Kneel down every one in the village.
May 10th, 11th, 12th.
Until May 13, the younger grandson of the Zhang family was still in a coma.
I don’t know if Zhu Hong, the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family, secretly instigated it, or if she had her own idea.
Since May 13, Zhang’s patriarch Sun Zhang Xing has always run to the Zhang’s ancestral home.
“Grandma, my mother wants my father to send you to Crockpot Mountain, but my father doesn’t agree, and the two of them have a fight.”
“Grandma, my brother hasn’t woken up yet, and my mother’s crying eyes are swollen into peaches.”
“Grandma, daddy fought again, and mom scratched daddy’s face with blood.”
After Zhang Xing left.
The old lady looked at Han Xiangbone.
That wrinkled old face was embedded with loess and inseparable sorrow.
Like a child who had been wronged, he said with a crying voice: “Taiping, grandma didn’t have it, she really didn’t offend the land master!” ”
May 17.
The villagers of Yunshui Village began to hoe the grass twice.
In their own fields.
Han Xiangbone went down with a hoe and accidentally hoeed a corn seedling.
Holding the seedlings in the palm of his hand, Han Xiangbone’s face was full of pain.
It’s a nest.
It’s gone.
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Summer has begun in May.
The sun is hot, like a pot of fire poured on you.
Han Xiangbone, shirtless and wearing a straw hat, wielded a hoe and sweated like rain.
The original white face has long been tanned.
There is much less indifference in the expression, and more restrained calmness.
“Whew~”
straightened up and exhaled a long breath.
Han Xiangbone came to the shade of the trees on the edge of the ground to take a cool.
His eyes couldn’t help but look at the Zhangjia land at the foot of the mountain.
Seven out of fifty old lady Zhang is like a cow.
The back bends as if it will break in the next second.
The arms wielding the hoe trembled like a sieve.
Like a dead leaf on a branch in midwinter, it will be swept up by a violent cold current in the next second.
Zhang Zhu and Zhu Hong sat in the shade of the trees to rest.
“Mom, drink the saliva.”
“Son, my mother is not thirsty.”
Zhu Hong almost gritted her back teeth and scolded, “Old immortal!” The
old lady wielded the hoe harder and harder.
“Crackle~” There
was a sudden sound on the loess road, and the crackling of shoes beating.
Patriarch Zhang’s face was beaded with sweat, and he said urgently: “Daddy, my younger brother vomited and vomited a lot of blood.” Zhang
Zhu and Zhu Hong rushed towards Yunshui Village.
Zhang Xing looked at the helpless old man, his facial features were viciously distorted like a beast that chose people to eat.
“Why don’t you die!”
“You’re going to die!”
Old Mrs. Zhang stood dumbfounded among the green corn seedlings on the ground.
The wind blew the old man’s messy silver hair.
The old man sat down with his hoe.
It was as if a dilapidated stone statue that could no longer withstand the wind and frost collapsed and shattered the ground.
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The night of May 17.
Old Mrs. Zhang found her son Zhang Zhu.
“Son, it’s time, Ming’er and go to the mountains and dig a home for my mother.”
Zhang Zhu did not dare to look directly into the old man’s eyes, “Mother, son… It’s already dug.
Old Lady Zhang was stunned, and then smiled, “Na Ming’er carried her mother up the mountain.” After
his son left, the old man found Han Xiangbone again.
Shove a money bag into the teenager’s hand.
“Taiping, trouble you, go to the county to buy a life dress for grandma.”
When the willows are on the moon.
Han Xiangbone is back.
The old man fried the boy with his last bacon.
Han Xiangbone took the chopsticks and clamped a piece, but he couldn’t open his mouth.
“Eat Taiping, grandma cooked for the last time, gobbled it up.”
“Good.”
“After grandma left, you can live in peace, I told my son, I won’t charge you a penny.”
“Good.”
“You must live in Ah Taiping, grandma will not become a ghost.”
“Even if you become a ghost, it won’t harm you, grandma has never harmed anyone in her life.”
On this night, the old man freshened himself up.
Change into a big red festive birthday dress and put on those embroidered flat shoes.
On crutches, inside and outside the small courtyard, glance at it carefully.
Those thin palms gently stroked the bedding, clothes boxes, tables, and the bricks and tiles of the Zhang family’s ancestral home.
Finally, the old lady sat on a small bench under the eaves of the main house.
Sat upright all night.
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Early morning on May 18.
Zhang Zhu came to the ancestral residence of the Zhang family early.
Glancing at the old man in his birthday clothes, the man hurriedly deflected his gaze.
The old lady smiled and looked at her son.
I can’t help but recall that when my son was just born, he almost cost half his life.
When I held my son weakly, I felt an indescribable sense of happiness and accomplishment.
I gave birth to a living life.
How could the naughty and lively son have now become so taciturn, like an old cow standing in the twilight.
“Son, don’t be sad, everything will be fine.”
“The good grandson will wake up.”
“There will be a bumper harvest this year.”
The rising sun rises in the east.
The man carried the old man out of the Zhangjia courtyard door and gradually walked away.
The thought of never having to be blinded by his daughter-in-law again, cursed to be old and immortal, and scolded for eating idle food.
The old man was as relaxed as a fallen leaf.