Zongling Biography

Chapter 27
Pusu Kangjie squinted his eyes and thought that what Zhuhua said was unreasonable, and then looked at this unusual villain and was moved. If the child of Pusu's family broke the record, how glorious would it be?

He came and nodded excitedly, "Okay, if you can survive, grandpa will help you cure that little mute!"

Sijiu reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, followed Grandpa and Auntie up the mountain together.

It was very lively outside today, like a unique festival. People still wore woven garlands around their necks. Everyone was in high spirits and walked up the mountain in groups.

Sijiu followed his grandpa, grandma, and A Niang, walking silently, not at all feeling lively because of the crowd.

She used to always look forward to the excitement, but now she can't be happy.

When Pusu's family arrived, the clansmen kowtowed one after another, and the sound came instantly, "Nachatili."

Sijiu still doesn't know what this sentence means. She thinks it should be similar to the auspicious words that the stupid bird at home often says about peace and joy, and everything goes well!
Pusu Kangjie stretched out his hand to call for a stop, straightened his clothes and said to everyone: "I have something to announce. My little granddaughter will also participate in this ceremony with these young people who have just grown up. If she can survive, she will be a Smallest participant in history."

Everyone was silent for a moment, looking at each other in disbelief.

How old are kids going to be in this?Are you afraid that you are crazy?

Pusu Kangjie ordered another big bucket to be brought up, everyone gasped, the old patriarch was probably going to play for real...

Sijiu didn't care about other people's reactions, she only saw that when they arrived here, A Niang's eyes never left anyone...

He also kept staring at A Niang all the time, with the eyes of his father...

And A Niang has never looked at Father so movedly.

The faces of the clansmen all showed worried expressions for this girl, and my mother probably didn't have time to take care of herself, right?

When the auspicious time comes, the sound of gongs and drums, and the sound of firecrackers, it is like celebrating the New Year. It seems that it is not a cruel and disgusting thing.

Most of the participants were men, and there were only two women, so they counted as forty-nine.

Zhuhua took off her coat and only wore a thin shirt, picked her up and asked, "Are you ready?"

Sijiu nodded expressionlessly, and looked at the participant holding a sea bowl, which contained coffee-colored medicinal soup.

Zhuhua also picked up a bowl and handed it to Sijiu, "Drink it! Auntie won't let you get into trouble, but it will make you feel a little uncomfortable."

Sijiu took a sip and felt bitter, so he couldn't help but frowned, pinched his nose and gulped it down.

The concoction in this bowl can kill an ordinary person in one bite.

When the clansman lifted the lid of the wooden barrel, revealing a bucket full of disgusting snakes, insects, rats and ants, Sijiu's body trembled visibly.

She vaguely heard the servants at home talk about what Zhuhua had done to her, that's why she was raised in the old lady's yard.

Now this wooden barrel evokes those dusty memories.

Zhuhua hugged her with both hands, and placed her in the wooden barrel bit by bit...

She didn't see the tears that fell silently at the moment Sijiu fell into the barrel.

She personally pushed her daughter into the abyss of eternal doom, A Niang, what a beautiful word in her heart, someone who can be relied on and trusted to give without reservation.

Aunt, are you really not afraid of losing me?
She asked silently in her heart.

(End of this chapter)