The eldest son rubbed his hands, complaining in his heart, half hidden and half exposed.

"Dad, since you see so clearly, you should cheer up and lead us brothers to work hard for a few years and make some money!"

Changrong was stunned for a moment and then said with a face: "What? Your wings are hard, are you blaming your father for my lack of ability?"

The eldest son waved his hands hurriedly: "How dare you..."

Changrong pointed to his injured leg: "My leg was crushed by the beam just to save your brothers. Brat, don't be so heartless!"

"Dad, it was my fault. You should take good care of your injuries. I will go out first..."

The eldest son turned around and tried to run away, but was stopped by Changrong.

Seeing the trembling look on his eldest son's face, Changrong slowed down his tone and said earnestly: "Your father, my greatest skill in this life is to bring up your brothers. When I was in poverty, I didn't even think about it.

I used to exchange some of your brothers for money. Now that your father and I are old and can’t work anymore, and you are the eldest brother, we have to rely on you to revitalize our family, and we have to rely on you to get a wife. Your father and I have worked hard all our lives.

I still expect you to provide for me until the end of my life..."

The eldest son nodded blankly and walked out of the house full of bitterness.

For as long as I can remember, the most common thing I have seen is in broad daylight. People are busy everywhere in the fields. My father is lying on the bed and sleeping in. My mother comes into the house over and over again, lingering by the bed, carefully urging him to get up and go to the fields.

Work.

Every time she tried to persuade him to do some work, my mother would sneer at him and even quarrel and get beaten.

My mother earned a little money by doing small jobs for others, but her father used it to play cards and buy wine.

What my father often said is: A person should be happy every day of his life. Eat well and drink well. No one knows whether he will be able to open his eyes tomorrow if he lies down tonight.

So after all these years, the family has no savings at all and is completely destitute and heavily in debt.

What's even more frightening is that the things his father taught by words and deeds had a great influence on the three brothers.

It was only in the past two years that I saw that the lives of some families in the village were getting better and better, and that my friends of the same age were getting married and having children one after another, that I realized that there was something wrong with the way my family lived.

He also thought about changing his way of living, but every time he had an idea, or wanted to drag his father and two younger brothers to work in the fields, or to rent some fields for farming, he would be attacked.

My father obstructed me and even made sarcastic remarks.

Now, he is twenty-three years old, has accomplished nothing, and is an old bachelor.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided that after the Chinese New Year, he had to go out and find something to do. Even if he went out to do long-term work for others, he still had to make ends meet. He could no longer stay at home and starve like this.

I fell asleep on my stomach.

…

After all, Changrong was a person who couldn't hide things. He had been arguing with other people in the yard for less than two hours when he couldn't help but tell one of them about the bizarre experience last night.

As long as one person hears it, everyone else in the small courtyard will also know.

And if the people in this small courtyard know about it, then the whole village will also hear about it.

The bizarre incident in Changrong last night was like a wedge, and then all the people in the village, Zhang, Li, Si, Wang and Mazi, all showed up to give their own explanations. One or two of them claimed that they had experienced strange things.

In the kitchen in the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house, Mrs. Sun is cooking. What is being cooked in the iron pot today is iron pot simmered fish, with cakes attached to it.

The fish was simmering in the pot, and Mrs. Sun rolled up her sleeves to knead the dough.

Yang Ruoqing stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove, stuck her head out and told Mrs. Sun what she had heard from outside.

"Since Changrong blindly said last night that he saw the souls of the two children, all kinds of rumors in the village have popped up like bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest after the rain."

"I heard several stories when I was bathing in the pond in the morning. Some said that I heard a strange bird singing in the village a few nights ago, and the location was right next to Huo Sheng's house."

"Some said that two nights before the incident, the dog in the family yard barked at the ancestral hall. They said that the man in the family got up until midnight to chase the dog away..."

"There is another version that is the scariest. It is said that a few months ago, Mr. Zhao, who lived at the intersection of Nantou Road in the village, got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. He saw a woman holding hands on the ridge of a few acres of rice fields outside the courtyard wall.

Two children, one big and one small, were walking."

"Speaking of Moon Sky, the woman lowered her head and couldn't see her face clearly. She led the two children in the direction of the Earth Temple. At that time, old man Zhao was still muttering in his mind whose wife was walking with the children at this late night? Could it be that?

You had a quarrel with the man at home and then you got angry and took the child out?"

"He originally thought he was shouting, but when the three women walked near the Earth Temple, they suddenly disappeared in a flash. Old man Zhao thought it was because he was dazzled, so he went out of the yard to the roadside to look around. Everything in front and behind was quiet.

, there was not even a single figure on the ridge or in the field. It was said that Old Man Zhao was so frightened that he immediately ran back home and hid under the quilt..." Yang Ruoqing said this, paused, and grabbed another handful of firewood.

Into the stove.

Mrs. Sun, who was kneading the dough, trembled all over, "I'm almost shocked when I hear this, it's too revealing."

"Isn't that right? Everyone has a nose and an eye when they say it. As for the authenticity, no one knows." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun was a little confused and asked: "If it's really Yunxia's mother-in-law, why are they going to the Tutu Temple? Her natal family is not in that direction!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Someone in the village asked about this question. They said that the Earth Temple is the city god of one place, just like the yamen here. The yamen is in charge of the household registration of the living, while the city god is in charge of the registration of the dead, so in

If someone dies in the territory under your jurisdiction, you should go to the City God Temple to report."

Mrs. Sun shivered again and felt a chill on her back.

Yang Ruoqing was okay, because she was sitting right at the door of the stove, and the fire inside was strong, crackling, and very warm.

"Don't be afraid, mother, these things are all lies and they are false." Yang Ruoqing then comforted Sun.

If I don't tell my mother about the rumors outside, someone else will definitely come and tell her.

Rather than letting others say it and scare the mother out of her mind, it is better to say it yourself and then guide and comfort her to eliminate the panic.

"So many people have seen and heard it, so maybe it's really what happened. After all, this thing is so tragic, and it's possible that there will be a lot of resentment." Sun said in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "If we really talk about grievances, wouldn't a random battle on the battlefield be a river of blood and corpses strewn across the field? According to that, the battlefield is the most grievance-filled and the most haunted, but in reality?

Nothing!"
Chapter completed!