Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 9284 Evil thing
"Bring her Dabai's child. Dabai gave her rice and grains. If Xiaohei and the others don't give it to her, they will try their best to give her the child. After a long time, Dabai will definitely not be happy. At that time, all kinds of favoritism will come. Didn’t all the words come again?”

When Mrs. Sun heard it, it seemed that it was really the case.

Da Sun went on to say: "The things in this world are really the opposite of yours."

"Look, grandparents like us, if they can earn money, they want to help them take care of their children."

"In the end, it doesn't matter whether it's your family or my family, the children are brought up by their own young people, and there is nothing wrong with us at all."

"And the old men and old ladies of many families in our village are really pitiful."

"Several sons have separated when they grow up. At the end of the year, when it is time to send rice for alimony, you push me and I push you. No one is willing to give an extra grain of rice."

"When the children are stuffed into the old people's house and the old people take care of the children, it's a scramble to be the first, and it's my duty!"

"Besides, the children can eat and drink for free when they are stuffed with the old man, saving food for the Xiao family. Tsk tsk, everyone has a good plan, but they have made the old couple miserable!"

These words of Mrs. Sun sounded familiar to Mrs. Sun.

Because she had often heard gossip about these villages from Mrs. Liu before.

"Hey, these people don't know what to say." Sun said.

Their parents brought them up, married wives and had children, and started a family.

It's really unfilial to have all the wishful thinking on the head of my own parents!
Fortunately, the few children in my family are all filial, this is the real blessing!

……

After the Ghost Festival, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Liu, Bao Suyun, went to a Taoist temple together, and asked Daoist Yuan to help them go to the new tomb of Yang Hualin in the mountain to perform a ceremony of transcendence.

Then I went to the previous place again and set up a bureau to completely destroy the original Feng Shui formation.

In fact, the moment Yang Hualin's body was dug out from the grave, the original Feng Shui formation had already been destroyed.

Now Daoist Yuan came here to do some other religious affairs, and completely broke the situation. In this way, if someone is buried here in the future, similar strange things will not happen again.

After all this was done, Yang Yongbai took out a sum of money and asked the Sun family, Liu family, Bao Suyun and the others to help with a meal to entertain relatives and friends.

Because after two or three days, when the big guys sat at the dinner table, facing the chicken, duck and fish in front of them, the appetite suddenly returned.

Moreover, even if a few of them are still a little apprehensive, but seeing everyone around them eat so deliciously, especially stimulated by the strong aroma of shochu, their appetite bursts out instantly, extremely turbulent!
After drinking and eating, the big guys didn't disperse, because everyone was going to plan the embroidery wedding next.

It was said that we would get married at the end of the month, but a temporary matchmaker fell and was bedridden, so it was delayed until mid-July.

"It's really unlucky, it's unheard of to marry a daughter in July, it's so unlucky!" Whenever Lao Yang mentioned the matter of Xiu Xiu's marriage, he would feel bad.

When everyone in the room heard the old man's complaints, they all chose to remain silent tacitly.

Others quietly looked at Yang Yongjin and Cao Bamei and his wife.

Yang Yongjin blushed and said with embarrassment: "A matchmaker fell down his leg before and couldn't get off the ground. That's why it was delayed."

Old Yang continued to say with a dark face: "July is a cloudy month and a ghost month. It's unlucky to marry a girl in this month!"

In the old man's deep-rooted ideology, in the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the gates of ghosts are wide open, and all kinds of wandering spirits and wild ghosts come to wander around in the underworld.

If the luck is bad and the yang energy is weak, it is likely to hit it.

Sometimes if there are any other major events, I will try my best to avoid handling them in the seventh month of the lunar calendar.

The old man had heard of a thing before, that is, some troupes of Liyuan Opera would sing a big opera specially for all kinds of gods and ghosts on a certain night in July!
On this day, in front of the usually noisy stage, there were benches one after another, but there was no one in sight.

However, singing, reciting and fighting on the stage are indispensable.

From the beginning of singing the first sentence, we must continue to sing, and no matter what happens below, there will be no temporary interruption.

When he was young, Lao Yangtou went out to make troubles and had a drink with a singer.

I heard that person talk about a bizarre incident at that time. It is said that the person was a Wusheng at that time.

One night in July of that year, he was performing on stage, and then he did a backflip, and he looked down the stage from his crotch.

Oh my God!

The dozen or so rows of long benches that were empty just a moment ago were actually full of people at the moment. There was a sea of ​​people, and people crowded beside them, and some even climbed to the edge of the stage to watch the play.

It's just that the people who watched the theater were all weird. Regardless of men, women, young or old, they all had pale faces and disheveled hair. Some had bloodstains on their faces, and some were muddy.

Even before he took the stage, he had received some explicit hints from the troupe master, and he knew that the audience for the opera tonight was very different.

But he didn't look into it carefully. After all, that kind of thing was rumored by everyone, and no one could really pat their chests and guarantee that they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

As for himself, he has never seen it.

However, at this moment, when he saw that scene while doing a backflip from his crotch, he was terrified.

When he regained his footing and stood upright, he found that the audience was still empty...

His face was inexplicable, and his heart was beating wildly.

Later, he kept an eye out, changed his posture and did a side somersault again. This time, his eyes looked from his crotch to the bottom of the stage again, and then, he saw the previous scene again!
Under the stage, it was full of people, men, women, young and old, all of them looked weird, and none of them were normal.

There was an old man with only half of his face, and there was a middle-aged man with all the intestines hanging out of his stomach.

There is also a woman with her head held in her hands...

Just as the wusheng was dumbfounded, suddenly a cold hand grabbed his ankle.

Wu Sheng lowered his head, and saw a bald old man with a sallow face like toilet paper grabbing his ankle, and was still pulling vigorously, while pulling the hala from the corner of his mouth to flow down, exuding an indescribable stench!

Wushang couldn't bear it any longer, groaned, and kicked the old ghost away forcefully, he couldn't care less about singing, and ran out!

There were still a few people on the stage at that time, and when everyone saw him running, their expressions changed.

He came to stop him right away, but no one stopped him, he just jumped off the stage, fell unconscious and broke his leg...

It was three or five days before he woke up.

At this time, he had already been fired by the head of the troupe.

He knew that he was in trouble, he didn't know how the leader came to clean up the mess, he only knew that since then, he has been limping, and he was very unlucky, and he couldn't do anything smoothly.

(End of this chapter)