The safety and comfort of traveling through farming

Chapter 115

When a group of women in the wasteland were chattering about ghost stories, Mrs. Xi, whom they had mentioned, was not idle either.

After Rong Ping died, especially after someone mentioned that "Rong Ping asked Rong Lan to take him down as a companion", Mrs. Xi, who had a grudge against the sisters, was afraid that she would be entangled by them, so she went to the next door with her money. Luo Ying found the famous Goddess Luo nearby, and asked her to do rituals to ward off evil spirits.

Goddess Luo took the money and promised to help her with the work.

"Don't worry, I'll help you talk to her and ask her what she wants to do!"

She took Mrs. Xi into the inner room, burned incense and prayed, drank a bowl of talisman water, and then meditated on the spot. First her head shook, and then her whole body began to shake. After shaking for a while, she suddenly stopped , "Woooooooooooooo" landed and let out a breath slowly, and then froze without panting.

Seeing this, Mrs. Xi was terrified, and thought that Goddess Luo suddenly fell ill and died. Just when she was hesitating whether to scream and call for someone to come or go up and pinch her, Goddess Luo jumped up suddenly, like There are evil spirits chasing behind and shouting, "There is an injustice and a debtor. I am not the one who hurt you. I just went down to negotiate with you on her behalf. Don't pester me." One side ran out.

When Mrs. Xi heard this, what's the matter? !Rong Lan wants her life!Her legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground.

Goddess Luo ran in madly again, picked up the mahogany sword on the altar and waved it. After a while, she calmed down and said with a embarrassed face: "Old sister, it's not just Rong Lan who won't let you go, Lian Rong Ping also wants your life now! It’s not that I won’t help you, this matter is difficult! They are all ghosts who died in vain, and they are very sinister. If you want to get rid of them, at least ten years of my lifespan will be lost!"

"Old sister, you must save me, I have money..." Mrs. Xi hugged Mrs. Luo's leg and begged, tears and snot all over her.

Goddess Luo was very embarrassed and said: "It's not about money, but about Yangshou."

"Fairy, Bodhisattva, please, show me a way out!"

Goddess Luo continued to be in a dilemma: "This..."

Xi Pozi then begged: "Please..."

In the end, when Mrs. Xi agreed to spend ten taels of silver for a Dafa event, Goddess Luo half-heartedly agreed and told her to go back to get the silver first, and then she started to prepare the things needed by the dojo.

Only then did Mrs. Xi go back to the village trembling.From Luoying back to Rongshu Village, the river where Rong Lan committed suicide is the only way to pass.

When she was going out, Mrs. Xi was just a little scared, but when she came back, she was so scared that she was only half-life left, watching the single-plank bridge life and death and not daring to walk up it.

While cheering herself up, she said that it is broad daylight and the sun is so strong that ghosts dare not come out. After a long time of mental training, she finally worked up the courage to walk on the single-plank bridge.

Walking on the one-inch-wide single-plank bridge, just when she was trembling with fear, she suddenly heard a "bang bang" sound of a gong, which made her feet immediately become disorganized, lost her square inch, her legs got tangled together, and she went down "baji" Fell, "plop" and fell headlong into the cold and bitter river.

Xi Pozi was already half dead, and she couldn't swim, so she was drowned by the two-foot-deep river!

Some distance away from the place where Mrs. Xi drowned, two and a half-year-old children were chasing and playing, one holding a gong in his hand, and the other holding a gong, laughing and playing.

"Didn't you hear anything?" The child holding the gong—Lizheng's youngest son Rong Zhubin heard the sound of falling into the water, and turned to ask another child.

"It seems that something has fallen into the water!" Another child named Rong Yijia, the eldest son and grandson of Rong's family, held a gong and mallet and said, "Oh, you don't care! You just let Let me knock again, just lighten it up!"

"No, your sound was so loud just now, maybe my father heard it, I have to return it quickly, maybe my father will use it in the afternoon!" Rong Zhubin held the gong tightly with both hands, and ran towards the village in a hurry , Rong Yijia also yelled "Wow!" and chased after him.

A group of senior elders from the village gathered at Lizheng's home.Rong Xingwang, the patriarch of the Rong clan, who was Lizheng's own father, came forward and invited Lin Zemin, the patriarch of the Lin clan, He Futing, the current patriarch of the He clan, the eldest grandson of Tai Shugong, and the elders of each surname.There are no patriarchs for the other small surnames in the village, so the oldest and most senior people in the village or those who are recognized as well-informed and capable people will attend. For example, the representative of the Fu family is Fu Quan, and Fu Shi's uncle Fu Chengye.

It was also something that the daughters-in-law of the Great Wasteland were discussing.

Rong Xingwang opened up the situation and said: "His great-uncle left, and Rong Ping died strangely again. The villagers have everything to say. Let everyone gather together today to discuss something with everyone. Shall we also ask?" People do ritual things to get rid of bad luck."

Lin Zemin made a lot of money, so he asked, "Who will pay for this money?"

"There are almost five taels of silver in the public account of the village..."

There is no public property in Rongshu Village, and there is only one income in the public account—the villagers buy wasteland, and more than half of the five taels of silver is the money that Fu Shi bought for the big wasteland homestead.

"Five liang of silver is enough!" Lin Zemin muttered dissatisfiedly.

"It's enough to do a small ceremony!"

"I'm afraid that the scene will not be able to live in the town!"

"What are you afraid of, we haven't harmed anyone!"

"Then who did Grand Uncle harm?! No, it's also..."

"Hey, that's right! Just treat it as a ceremony for the great uncle, it's better to make it bigger!"

"Would you like to pay out the money that is not enough?"

The more people there are, the more opinions there will be, especially the older ones. They usually talk upside down, turning upside down, and turning over and over again, and all the people present here are people who say the same in their own homes. It’s a small matter that needs to be discussed. I didn't come to a conclusion all afternoon.

The weather is getting late, and the recent events are strange, and the Lizheng family dare not keep more people, so they have to announce that we will talk about this first today, and we will continue the discussion tomorrow.

He Futing left Li Zheng's house with a sullen face.I almost emptied my home for my great-uncle’s funeral, and now I have encountered such a thing, if you don’t pay for it, you will be scolded for being stingy, if you don’t agree with everyone, you will feel unhappy if you pay for it, so the whole meeting He never said a word.

The He family's ancestral house has been very troubled recently.

Relying on the large number of people, the people who were separated out alone first forced him to accept the grand uncle's funeral, and now they have made an inch of it and proposed to divide the legacy of the great uncle!

It was also the first time that He Futing knew that those seemingly honest brothers and nephews had so many hearts.

The second brother He Fuyuan said: "The great-grandfather separated us because the family could not accommodate so many people, but he still has us in his heart. This time, he left in a hurry and didn't have time to say. If he had a chance, he would I’m sure you won’t see your big room occupying all the things, while the other rooms drink northwest wind!”

He Futing was quite speechless about this.When the descendants other than the eldest grandson of the house were separated out to live alone, the great-grandfather built a new house for each household. When there was a field, he bought ten acres of good land, and if there was no good land, he bought thirty acres of wasteland. There is ten taels of silver as compensation, and in addition, each family has ten taels of silver for settling down.If the family was still drinking northwest wind, the rest of Rongshu Village would have starved to death long ago!

The eldest nephew said: "Grandfather has nearly 30 students all year round. A student who pays one tael a year for Shuxiu has at least 15 taels a year. It has been almost 450 years since my father's generation passed away. Even if there are 200 taels of silver. We don’t ask for too much, you just take out [-] taels of silver and share it among us!”

He Futing was very manic.What the hell, you only know how to count the income, why didn't you count the money spent? !The classroom needs to be repaired every year, so there must be no leaks or leaks. Children love to play around. The tables, chairs and benches are repaired every three months, and they need to be replaced every two or three years. These are not the most important things. The great-grandfather is a scholar, and books are not cheap. , at least one tael of silver for a book, not to mention calligraphy, painting, brush and ink, which one does not cost several taels of silver every year?Also, even if he is 70 years old, he is still a decent person. He spends at least a few taels of silver every year to buy clothes, shoes and hats, not to mention the expenses of going out to visit friends every year.Sometimes, in some years, the income of last year is still spent!
He is not afraid of people saying that he has written down his expenses over the years, and he dares to pat his chest to say that he has never spent a penny indiscriminately!The 200 taels of silver deposited in the account was also sent by the great-grandfather, and it was used for He Youzhi to take the scientific examination and marry a wife!
Now even this money has been forced to take half of it for the funeral, what else do you want? !
The third brother He Fulou said: "Brother, we don't care about other people, but we are your brothers! We also know that your great-grandfather was supported by you, and you don't mean to share equally. You have to give at least half of it." Come out and give us two rooms!"

He Futing wanted to kill someone.What about brothers who are not brothers? Even if they are brothers, they have to settle accounts clearly. What's more, the family has been separated a long time ago, and they are already two families!What does it mean that others don't care about it, it's distributed to you, and the two who are married don't have to cry along with it? !

Sure enough, as he had expected, the two married girls also did not leave, saying that they would guard the great-grandfather for 49 days before going back after his burial. In fact, they were just waiting to get a share of the pie.Now the family is full of chaos every day.

He quarrels at home, and even argues with the clan elders in the same village when he comes out, so there is no quiet time all day long.

Damn, what a miserable day!

When He Futing reached the door of his house, he didn't want to go in. Instead, he made a detour and walked out of the village.

He thought, make trouble, let you make trouble, if it goes too far, I will take out the deed that I wrote when we separated!Anyway, it is clearly written on it, after the distribution, the money of the family has nothing to do with you!

Since you don't want to lose face, I don't have to be a good person to cover it up, let the whole village laugh at it!
Thinking about this, he unknowingly walked to the place where his great uncle fell into the water, and saw a man standing there from a distance, wearing a white Confucian uniform, he looked like his great uncle at a glance!

He Futing suddenly woke up from his thoughts, and hurriedly took a few steps back!
"Grandpa..."

The great-grandfather is the most face-saving, and the most proud thing is that the ancestral house has always been praised for its "strict family style, filial piety and respect".

Could it be that the great-grandfather knew that he wanted to expose his family ugliness, so he came back to teach him a lesson?
(End of this chapter)