Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 82 Become a sacrifice
"Sister, don't worry, Xing'er was accidentally burned by the candlelight last night..."

Jiang Fuyuan silently withdrew her eyes, picked up the Shaomai and started eating without any expression.

[Which of her eyes saw that I was worried about her? She didn’t know to see a doctor early if there was something wrong with her eyes. 】

It was quiet around her, and there was no familiar sound in response to her complaints.

Oh, by the way, Xiaopang was still shrinking in the soul bottle, and suddenly there was no gossip around her to share the joy of complaining with. She still felt strange and unaccustomed to it.

After an awkward breakfast, Zhai Jinzu walked into the dining room, glanced around, and locked eyes with Jiang Fuyuan: "Xiangu, do you think we should set off now?"

Zhong Lianfeng frowned: "So early?"

He originally planned to persuade his wife to go back and catch up on her sleep after taking a break to eat, but seeing her sleepy look made his heart feel sour and numb.

Zhai Jinzu explained: "The auspicious time is determined by the Taoist palace, saying that everything is suitable for today's time."

Chi Xinsu counted a few times with his hands and nodded: "Chenshi is indeed a good time."

Jiang Fuyuan snorted and said calmly: "Sacrifice in the morning and eat in the afternoon. People in the Taoist Palace know how to arrange time."

Crowd: ...

When the group of people arrived at the altar by the Mogan River, they were already crowded with people standing around. Everyone looked up at the high altar, with expressions of regret or excitement on their faces.

Jiang Fuyuan and others crowded in the crowd, listening to the busy discussions in the crowd, quietly waiting for the arrival of the auspicious moment.

"I heard that the sacrifice this time is the fourth mother of the Zhao family?"

"Yes, the first three girls of the Zhao family have all been married to others, but the fourth girl has not left the court yet."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the Zhao family is also cruel. They are willing to push out their own daughter as a sacrifice."

"What can I do if I don't want to give up? The county magistrate of Cheng County is willing to give this number!" The speaker made a sign of five.

"Hey, that's quite a lot! Cheng County is really rich!"

"No, but this time it's Chengxian, next time it's Xuxian, Maoxian... we've all taken a turn before arriving at our Bozhou City."

"Hey, who would be willing to sacrifice their daughter for nothing, unless they all follow Cheng County's example and buy it directly with real money."

"Even if you give me money, I don't want to sell my daughter! You see how many families are willing to do so. These days, girls of that age are being detained at home, for fear of being caught and used as sacrifices."

……

The more Zhong Lianfeng listened, the more he felt the anger in his heart beating wildly. This was the countermeasure agreed upon by several county magistrates. They used a living life to calm down the illusory river god. However, the Bozhou Taoist Government not only failed to fulfill its Taoist His duty was to slay demons, but instead he only added fuel to the fire and hastened the death of the innocent girl.

Ridiculous and sad, this is the tragedy of the sacrificed girl and the tragedy of the Great Shun Kingdom.

There are so many things that cannot be solved by officials and Taoist priests who deprive the people of their salaries, yet they actually put their hope in the life of a weak woman to resolve them.

When his anger was about to reach its peak, the crowd let out a cry of surprise.

"Look, the sacrifice is coming!"

A red figure in a phoenix crown and harem was half-carried up to the altar. She must have been extremely reluctant, so she struggled fiercely. When she reached the center of the stage, the bright red kerchief was thrown off, revealing the girl's full face. Tearful face.

The girl looked back at the crowd and cried: "Father! Mother! I don't want it! I don't want to marry the River God!"

Jiang Fuyuan frowned, tilted her head and asked Zhai Jinzu: "Didn't you say that the Mogan River God is a woman? Why do you let the sacrifices wear wedding clothes? The River God is also good at polishing mirrors?"

Zhai Jinzu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "That's probably not the case. A few county magistrates may have read too many words. The river god wanted a girl, so they automatically imagined that the river god would marry him..."

Jiang Fuyuan snorted: "It's time for them to control their brains and stop using all the useless stuff."

The oppression on the altar continued, and the girl's cries did not arouse much sympathy. Someone somewhere shouted: "Accept your fate! Your parents have sold you!"

Another person continued to whip the girl's heart: "If you don't marry the River God, who will you marry? If I let you go now, you will have nowhere to go!"

The girl listened in astonishment to the sounds of "consolation" one after another. Gradually, her struggling movements became smaller, until she finally stood numbly like a puppet.Two people on the left and right held her hands and pushed their knees into her thighs. The girl involuntarily knelt down towards the Mogan River. The moment she knelt down, it seemed as if the river god was watching, and waves rippled on the calm river surface. Ripples.

The master of this sacrifice was an old Taoist sent by the Taoist Palace. He raised his sleeves and said loudly: "The auspicious time has arrived - on the sacrifice -"

Three loud shouts came from the audience at the same time: "Wait a minute -"

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the place where the voice came from, none other than Jiang Fuyuan, Zhong Liefeng and Zhai Jinzu.

The county magistrate of Chengxian County squinted on the stage to see who dared to block the sacrificial ceremony to the river god. When he saw Zhai Jinzu in the center of everyone's eyes, he ouched: "Master Zhai, why are you here? ? Hurry, come on stage and preside over the sacrifice together with the immortals."

Upon hearing that one of the people who made the noise was the prefect, the eyes of the crowd surrounding them became inquisitive.

"Is this our prefect, Master Zhai?"

"Didn't it mean that he was seriously ill, and his wife also died of a serious illness? Such a big thing happened at home, so the matter of worshiping the river god was left to a few county magistrates to decide. Why did he appear again at this time?"

"Are you here to grab credit?"

The discussion was neither loud nor quiet, just enough for Jiang Fuyuan and others to hear clearly.

Hearing the people's strange speculations, Zhai Jinzu's face turned blue and white. He knew that the people had complained about his previous behavior of ignoring government affairs behind closed doors, but it still hurt to be told in person.

No matter how good people are, if they do one thing wrong, they will be scolded in the spine, just like him now.

He felt guilty and did not dare to look directly at the people. He only whispered to Jiang Fuyuan: "Xiangu, look at now..."

Jiang Fuyuan walked to the altar without looking back: "We'll talk about it when we get up."

The people recognized Zhai Jinzu, but they didn't recognize her, so no one made way for her. She could only advance slowly by squeezing. Even with Zhong Lianfeng protecting them, their progress was still as fast as walking in the swamp.

Suddenly, someone somewhere in the crowd shouted: "Look! The river god has appeared!"

With a whoop, everyone rushed to the shore, and Jiang Fuyuan, who was hugged by the crowd, was also taken to the shore.

In the dense crowd, she suddenly felt a pair of hands pushing hard from behind.

At this time, the crowd suddenly separated. After stumbling a few steps, Jiang Fuyuan felt her body drop. Zhong Lianfeng's shout and the huge splash of water rang in her ears at the same time.

"Do not--"

puff.

The cold river water immediately soaked through the winter clothes, turning the soft cotton into heavy lead, dragging her straight down.

Darkness swept over him.

【Did I fall into the water? 】

[No, this is not water! 】

When he opened his eyes again, Jiang Fuyuan found that his face was red, and his body seemed to be sitting on a hard bench, being lifted and shaking.

The high-pitched sound of the suona penetrates the brain, and one does not know whether it is playing for joy or mourning.

[This... is a sedan? 】

The suona sound, which could be described as noise, stung her eardrums and made her unable to think at all.

Jiang Fuyuan was not a patient person, so she raised her hijab with one hand, pushed aside the curtains with the other hand, and cursed: "It's so noisy! Blow, blow, blow! What the hell are you blowing! If you don't think it's embarrassing, I'm going to be ashamed of you!" "

The suona sound stopped abruptly.

Even the trembling sedan chair shuddered and stopped in place.

(End of this chapter)