Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Noble life

Because in everyone's concept, this kind of child who died young can't do anything, just bury it quietly.

There is a low-lying land behind the willow grove, where the villagers used to bury dead babies.

Yang Yongxian did not send the two children to the willow forest, but found a place in the mountains to bury them. He must have not taken care of so much at the time, and he must not have given away the six cents.

Xiu'er didn't, and the unborn fetus who was moved to the grave certainly didn't exist either.

"So, Xiu'er wants my aunt to help him pay Liuwen in advance? But, I took out the money in my dream, but the old man who punted the boat refused to let me go. Why?" She asked.

Daoist Yuan looked at Yang Ruoqing calmly, and said, "You are a living soul, of course he can't take your money. Even if you don't bring Xiu'er, even you can't get on that boat."

Yang Ruoqing blinked her eyes, and said that she is a living person, so that old ghost can't accept money from living people?
"Daoist Yuan, how should I help Xiu'er?" She asked again.

Yuan Daozhang said: "It's not difficult. Later, I will write the child's birthday on a talisman. You bring melons, fruits and wine, and burn them in front of the Earth Temple at midnight tonight."

"The God of Earth in the Temple of Earth is actually the City God of this place. He told him the truth and asked him to give the child who died young a paper certificate to board a boat and cross the river, and go to Fengdu to be reincarnated."

Yang Ruoqing memorized all Daoist Yuan's words in her heart.

Before leaving, she couldn't help asking again: "Daoist Yuan, I still have one doubt."

"Madam Luo, please tell me."

"In everyone's perception, people have to cross the Naihe Bridge after death. Why is there no bridge on the Santu River? Only boats?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Daoist Yuan said seriously: "There are many rivers in the underworld, and the Santu River is one of them. They cross Huangquan Road at the end of their lives and go to the Naihe Bridge. Those who died in vain pass the Santu River."

"The water in the river is so light that even a single feather will sink to the bottom. To cross the river, you need to pay a boat fare of six cents."

"There are also those who don't want to pay and dare to wade through the water. The river will submerge them, and the huge waves will swallow their souls. Those souls will be trapped in the river and will not die. For waders, hatred and jealousy will make them revenge, so if you want to go to the other side, you must take a boat."

Yang Ruoqing understood.

She stood up with Luo Fengtang: "Thank you Daoist Yuan for your guidance, then we will leave."

Daoist Yuan got up and walked to the door of the wing room. He repeatedly urged: "My heart is kind, and there is sunshine everywhere. Mrs. Luo is a noble person. Your kind help will surely make that child reach the other side as soon as possible and enter reincarnation."

Yang Ruoqing saluted Daoist Yuan's piety, then turned around and left the Taoist temple with Luo Fengtang.

Looking at the back of the couple going away, Yuan Daochang narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly.

Mrs. Luo's fortune is far from the ordinary fortune of the rich and powerful, but the fortune of the Dragon Mother!
With her help, that little ghost will surely be able to reach bliss early, and cast himself in a land of wealth and honor in the next life.

After leaving the Taoist temple, the two of them did not take a carriage, but walked here, so naturally they walked back this time.

During the Chinese New Year, she eats and eats almost every day. She wants to walk more so as not to gain weight.

"I was thinking, there were five people who went to Xiu'er's grave to check the situation that day. In terms of the relationship, the second cousin is Xiu'er's direct uncle. Even if he looked for him, he should have found the second cousin. Why did he look for me? What about this cousin?"

Yang Ruoqing pondered over this question as she walked.

Luo Fengtang pondered for a while, and said: "Daoist Yuan also said that you are a noble person, and you go to burn incense with Master Chenghuang and talk about this matter, which is more important than your second brother."

Yang Ruoqing laughed suddenly, and looked up at him: "If you really talk about weight, you, the great general protecting the country, are the real weight. In the words of the play, you are the star of martial arts, the reincarnation of the Arhat who subdued the dragon and the tiger, you It's better to go and talk to Lord Chenghuang!"

Luo Fengtang thought about it seriously, "Maybe it's because I'm a general, I'm too heavy to kill, Xiu'er doesn't dare to approach, let alone dream!"

Well, Yang Ruoqing agrees with this explanation.

In the parallel time and space of the previous life, a certain emperor of the Tang Dynasty fought for the throne too hard, killing his elder brother and younger brother with his own hands.

After sitting firmly in the dragon chair, he was repeatedly harassed by his brothers' ghosts, so he couldn't sleep at night and became thinner day by day.

Later, he asked the two generals who accompanied him to fight at that time to guard the door of the dormitory, and then it stopped.

This matter spread among the people, and the common people began to draw the portraits of the two generals on red paper, and paste them on the gates during festivals, which is said to be able to protect houses from evil spirits.

"Do you still have incense paper incense candles at home?" She asked again.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "Yes, there is no need to buy it."

Yang Ruoqing said: "The two of us will quietly go to the Town God's Temple to burn this matter at night, and the elders on both sides will not talk about it. It is a trivial matter, and I don't want them to get involved and worry about it."

Luo Fengtang said: "Yes."

The two stayed in the Taoist temple for an hour, and it happened to be morning when they returned to the village, the sky was still overcast, the north wind was blowing, three groups of five groups, unexpectedly many villagers gathered at the intersection Talk to the yard corner.

Looking at their expressions, they all showed fear and uneasiness.

"What's the matter again? As soon as I see them talking together like this, I have a bad feeling." Yang Ruoqing pulled the cloak that Luo Fengtang was wearing, and said in a low voice.

Luo Fengtang frowned, "Go and ask."

There was no need for them to take the initiative to ask. Some sharp-eyed people in the crowd saw the couple coming, and immediately raised their voices: "Qing'er, Tang Yazi, you came back just in time. Another accident happened in our village. It's a big deal!"

"Let's listen to it." Luo Fengtang said.

The villagers pointed to Huo Sheng's house: "Huo Sheng, Huo Sheng is dead, he died after drinking rat poison in the house where his mother-in-law and children were crushed to death!"

Because they heard that Lizheng Yang Huazhong had already rushed to Huo Sheng's house to check the scene, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang also quickly turned around and ran to Huo Sheng's house.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the courtyard, they heard the heart-piercing cries of Shuisheng's daughter-in-law Caixia from the east room.

Huo Sheng and Shui Sheng are blood brothers, their parents passed away a long time ago, and the two brothers married a pair of sisters when they became adults.

The elder sister is Yunxia and the younger sister is Caixia. Years ago, the heavy snow crushed the east house of Huosheng’s family. Yunxia and a pair of children were crushed to death on their bed by the collapsed roof, leaving Huosheng alone in the family.

This was the worst thing that happened in Changping Village after the tragedy of the elder Yang's big house the previous year, and the villagers sighed when they mentioned Huosheng's house.

They said everything, some condemned Huosheng's stubbornness at the time, and refused to move to the ancestral hall to seek refuge, and some sympathized with Huosheng. After all, this was a natural disaster, and no one could avoid it.

(End of this chapter)