Jinyi Spring

Chapter 31 Green Reed Marsh

Several people were startled and looked around. Feng Chuchen immediately hugged Feng Buji in his arms.

Not seeing the bandits, Big Head didn’t stand up either.

Aunt Wang said, "Could it be that we heard it wrong? It's impossible that we all heard it wrong."

Feng Chuchen picked up a wooden stick and walked around the grave, but indeed he didn't see anyone.

Suspiciously, "Maybe I heard it wrong."

Several people bowed their heads and burned paper.

The voice sounded again, "Robbery! Robbery! Robbery!"

This time everyone could hear it clearly. It was a child's voice, speaking very quickly, coming from the paulownia tree on the left.

They looked up.

The branches and leaves were sparse, and the leaves were spinning in the wind, but there was still no one in sight.

At this time, a small black bird flew out from the branches, circled around them, and then landed on the tombstone.

He shouted again, "Robbery!"

It turned out that this little thing was talking.

The bird is black with a red beak and a yellow circle around its neck.

Feng Chuchen knew only a limited number of birds in his previous life, but the original owner lived at the foot of the mountain and knew many birds.

This should be a mynah bird, but it is larger than the average mynah bird and its body shape is similar to that of a crow.

Feng Buji's eyes widened, "Sister, this big mynah bird couldn't be raised by bandits? It actually said it was robbing."

Aunt Wang said, "I haven't heard of any bandits near us. Even if he wasn't raised by bandits, he must have been raised by someone else. How did he come here and talk so well?"

The mynah bird called out twice in succession, "Robbery, robbery."

Seeing that these fools didn't move, he was very disappointed. He raised his tail and lowered his head to imitate Big Head's barking, "Woof woof, woof woof!"

Not only did Big Head not get angry with it, he also responded gently, "Woof woof, woof woof."

Feng Chuchen said, "You two are so familiar with each other. These days, not only Datou comes to accompany Auntie, but Mynah Bird also comes to accompany her often, right?"

The mynah bird looked at Feng Chuchen with its small eyes, as if it knew him. Its small pointed mouth opened and closed, "The lotus is not as good as the beauty's makeup."

Feng Chuchen was so surprised, "Oh my God, it can recite poems."

Aunt Wang said, "Not only can he recite poems, but he also praises the girl as a beauty."

Feng Buji was extremely interested and looked at it intently, not even moving his eyes away.

The mynah bird shouted twice more, "Robbery, robbery."

Seeing that these people were looking at him stupidly and he had begged for a long time but didn't give him any meat to eat, he got so angry that he spread his wings and flew into the blue sky.

Feng Buji was extremely disappointed. "Why did he just run away?"

Big Head was also unwilling to leave and barked wildly at the sky.

Seeing no trace of it, Feng Chuchen turned his gaze to the grave. "With the phoenix tree, the phoenix will come. Aunt, this is really a blessed place. Such smart birds are attracted here."

Aunt Wang said happily, "It's true."

The villagers said that this place has bad feng shui and is not suitable for a grave. A grave in a bad location will affect future generations.

Unexpectedly, my eldest sister had only been here for two months when she attracted the "Phoenix".

She whispered, "Big sister, the girl is right, kindness is the best feng shui. With your coming, this place has become a treasure land. In the future, you will surely bless the young master to grow up safely and the girl to marry into a good family."

After the paper was burned and everything was said and done, they packed up their things and started to go down the mountain.

Feng Chuchen was still carrying Feng Buji on his back.

When we were almost at the foot of the mountain, we met four men going up the mountain.

They wore bamboo hats pulled down low, covering the upper half of their faces. They were all very tall, unlike the local people.

One of them was wearing a blue silk gown and had a short beard. He must be the master. Even if only half of his face was seen, it could be seen that he was handsome and had a noble temperament.

The other three were very young, wearing dark cotton robes and expressionless. They should be the subordinates or servants of the middle-aged man.

The path was narrow and winding, and only one person could pass through. Feng Chuchen, who was walking in front, stepped aside and Aunt Wang stood behind her.

The middle-aged man opposite pulled aside and waited for the person opposite to leave first, and the other three also stopped and pulled aside.

Seeing them pull over, the middle-aged man nodded slightly and walked past them.

Seeing the man like this, Feng Chuchen also nodded to him politely. When passing by, he could still smell the scent of agarwood on the man.

Feng Chuchen had a very good impression of that man.

Judging from his demeanor and manner, he should be of high status. However, he can take the initiative to make way for ordinary people, and when he sees ordinary people making way for him, he will nod to express his gratitude.

In feudal society, there were very few such superiors.

Feng Buji turned around and could no longer see the backs of those people. He whispered, "Sister, I can tell from the looks of it that that person is a high-ranking official."

"how do you know?"

"I have seen officials in the capital, but none of them are as impressive or good-looking as him."

"Well, my brother has good vision."

After getting down the mountain, Feng Chuchen and Aunt Wang first sent Feng Buji home, and then took Datou to the Qingwei Marsh to burn incense.

Qingwei Marsh is full of negative energy, so Feng Buji, who is young and in poor health, cannot be taken there.

Outside the green reed marsh is a wetland with a circle of reeds. The reeds are very lush and tall, swaying in the wind.

In order to facilitate entry, Doctor Feng paid someone to build a small wooden bridge in the southeast direction.

Jian Jia Cang Cang, white dew is frost.

The reed catkins are like snow, floating in the wind.

……

This place looks very beautiful from the outside, and it is not associated with a cemetery at all.

The two men and the dog walked across the small bridge. The terrain inside was slightly higher and uneven, with many small mounds standing up, and a few shrubs and some wild grass growing sporadically. The grass had turned slightly yellow, and a half-meter-wide stream meandered through the northwest.

Feng Chuchen immediately spotted a plum tree on the small hillside to the east, its lush green leaves shining golden in the sunlight.

Except for the plum tree, everything here is bleak and desolate.

That is the most vital plum tree described by my aunt.

Feng Chuchen raised his head and could see Jiupoling in the distance.

In my aunt’s heart, this place is not a “mass grave” but a safe place she found for those children who have nowhere else to go.

Here, the children can always see their "mother" and will not feel lonely and helpless.

The winding stream was like sweet milk, nourishing them...

Feng Chuchen walked around inside and didn't feel scared at all. He even filled a brand new small mound with a few handfuls of soil.

Jiang Jinniu’s child is buried here.

Feng Chuchen finally stood in front of the plum tree.

The autumn wind was strong, and the leaves on the trees were spinning in the wind. Some leaves could not stand the wind and fluttered down.

There is a small mound under the plum tree, covered with stones, fallen leaves, and a few yellowish weeds.

The dead child buried in this small mound must be very old, perhaps even older than myself...

poor child.

All the children here are pitiful. If they were born in modern times, 99% of them would survive.

It’s a pity to be born in this era.

Feng Chuchen bent down to pick up the fallen leaves and reed fluff on the small mound, took out three incense sticks, and Aunt Wang lit them with a tinder.

Feng Chuchen bowed towards the four directions of east, south, west and north, stuck it into the ground, and silently recited the Sutra of Rebirth.

May your souls rest in peace, and may you be well in your afterlife...

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