Jinyi Spring

Chapter 10 Life is short
The outer edge of the green reed marsh is surrounded by a circle of lush reeds, but the land inside is barren, covered with mud and gravel, with only a few shrubs and some scattered grass growing sparsely.

To my surprise, a plum tree with thick green leaves and strong branches grew beside a pile of gravel to the east. After the first month of the lunar year, the small red flowers bloomed brightly and could bloom for two full months.

How strong the vitality of this flower is.

From now on, all my future dead children will be buried in the green reed marsh.

I hope these poor children can see the light of day in the next life, and be able to withstand wind and rain like this plum blossom. Although small, it is proud and eye-catching, and can thrive even if it grows in the poorest places.

The feng shui of Qingwei Marsh is also very good, nestling against Miaoqing Mountain, just like nestling in the arms of a mother. A stream runs across, like milk feeding them...

Feng Chuchen felt sad and touched. People like Dagu are the most admirable no matter what era they live in.

There are too many diaries. Although Feng Chuchen has only read a few of them, he can see how precious this set of diaries is.

There are many masters among the people. Not to mention Shangyin Shenzhen and Cishengxiang, my eldest aunt is definitely a top expert in pediatrics and is also good in gynecology.

I will learn slowly in the future and combine it with my past life experience to benefit the people like my aunt.

Feng Chuchen flipped through the books quickly again, and stopped at the page in the middle that had only two lines of words.

On the seventh day of June in the first year of Jianzhang, it was cloudy and rainy, and flowers were blooming on the other side.

We share the same bed, yet our quilts are each cold.

This poem without a beginning or an end left Feng Chuchen puzzled. He had no idea who his aunt was writing it for.

Feng Chuchen searched in his memory again. Apart from her sickly husband, her aunt had no lover, not even a male friend.

With this question in mind, Feng Chuchen continued to flip through the pages.

On the third day of August in the first year of Jianzhang, the summer clouds faded away and the crape myrtle began to bloom.

My name was recorded in the Imperial Hospital, and from then on I was a midwife recognized by the court. Qiu En and his wife and I went to the Quan Yi Xiang Restaurant in the capital to eat roast duck. This was our first time eating in a restaurant...

Seeing this, Feng Chuchen was happy for the two siblings.

She paid special attention to the diary of the fifth year of Jianzhang, wanting to see the record of finding the original owner. But there was not a single word about this, only eight records in this year, all of which were about childbirth and medical skills.

She continued to look through the pages.

In the tenth year of Jianzhang, on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was a storm with wind and snow, and the wintersweets were in full bloom.

Last night I dreamed of my grandfather, he was sitting under the eaves and smiling at me. When I woke up, my pillow was half soaked with tears.

Life and death are inseparable, and in a blink of an eye, he has been gone for more than 20 years.

The gentle voice is like in my ear: Life is like an ant, but we should have the ambition of a swan. Life is like a thin paper, but we should have an unyielding heart.

miss him.

Feng Chuchen put down the notebook. In the dim light, he seemed to see a thin and elegant old man teaching a little girl how to write.

My aunt also has her weak moments.

How could a man as gentle as the breeze and bright as the moon find a woman like Fan?
Even if the breeze is gentle and the moon is bright, you still have to eat and support your family.

The elders arranged for him to marry the capable woman named Fan.

Fan did support the family, but she used those methods, and in the end, she sacrificed her entire family and descendants...

Feng Chuchen was distracted for a while, then flipped through the book again and came to the last article.

On June 14th, the 19th year of Jianzhang, the sun was scorching and the lotus was in full bloom.

After four days of using Yin Shen needles on two infants, I clearly felt that my body was not in good condition and my spirit was drained away. I was not afraid of death, but I was worried about Bu Ji and Chu Chen.

Chu Chen was not engaged yet, and was just six years old.

I dreamed of my grandmother last night. Her hair was disheveled and her body was covered with wounds.

She cried and said to me, "Thank you, granddaughter. You helped grandma pay off her sinful debt. Grandma can leave the eighteen levels of hell and reincarnate. You don't have to suffer anymore and you can survive..."

When I woke up, I knew my time was up.

After forty-three years in the world, I came here to suffer and repay my debts.

I have paid it back, it is time to go. Chu Chen has learned how to use Yin Shen needles and can support himself. I must warn her that a man's character is more important than money, and it is better to rely on oneself than on others.

She must also go to Qingwei Marsh regularly to recite sutras for the dead and pray for the children buried there.

As my successor, this is her duty...

The family has some property, and with the help of Chuchen and Aunt Wang, they can raise Bu Ji to adulthood. When he gets better, he will follow his sister to learn medicine. He is not destined to learn the Yin-Shen Needle, so he should learn something else to live a clean life...

I also have to tell them that after my death I should be buried at Jiupoling behind the green reed marsh, where I can continue to look after those infants.

Over the years, I have personally buried eighteen infants in the green reed marsh. Thirteen of them died of umbilical cord entanglement, and five of them died of unknown causes.

Whatever the reason, it's my fault that I'm not a good doctor and I'm sorry for them.

In addition, there were 356 dead children and 25 adults buried in the green reed marsh by others.

Although I don't know them, I have added soil to them and chanted sutras for them. This is also fate.

Life is short, nothing more than that.

If there is reincarnation, I still want to be a human in the next life, and improve my medical skills to save the pregnant women and infants that I failed to save in this life. If there is another next life, I want to be a bird flying freely in the sky...

Feng Chuchen felt so upset that his tears could not stop flowing.

The contents of the diary are trivial, piecing together the life of the aunt. There is helplessness and sadness of being coerced, as well as her own persistence, and perhaps secrets that she does not want others to know.

She started her life with delivery and burned her life out because of delivery.

Aunt Feng's life was too miserable.

How could such a good person die like this...

Feng Chuchen thought selfishly that he had lived two lives. If his previous life was really as miserable as his aunt's, he would have wanted to become a bird in the second life. Why should he wait until the third life?

Feng Chuchen made several more discoveries.

One is that except for the last set of clothes and purse, my aunt never grew flowers or embroidered.

But she would write about flowers in every entry of her diary, and her maiden name was also flower.

It seems that she loves flowers very much and also loves beauty very much, but real life makes her reject everything beautiful.

She forced herself to only deliver babies and pay off debts, refusing flowers and all temptations...

The second is that, apart from her sickly husband, she never mentioned the four years she was away from Baima Village, and no one knew from whom she learned the craft.

Apart from her, I have never heard of anyone else in the Great Yan Dynasty who can perform the Yin Shen needle.

Her master would definitely know how to do it, but I don’t know why her master never used it. Such a magical needle, once used, it would definitely be passed on…

The third one is, to whom those two lines of poetry were written.

It's definitely not written for my sickly husband.

Sleeping together in the same sky and earth means that two people live in the same world, rather than being separated by yin and yang.

Her sickly husband died early.

The words "sleep" and "quilt" are somewhat ambiguous.

Perhaps, there is another man who makes the eldest aunt's heart beat, and the idea of getting married for good fortune is just an excuse?

If this is the case, the aunt should hope to spend her second and third lives with the man she loves.

I didn't marry him in this life, and I have no expectations for the next life...

Then there is only one possibility, this man let her down...

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