After reincarnation, attack as a female imp!

Qin Zhixin watched the fun with a smile on her face.

"It's bitter, with a hint of dried lemon, tea, and some kind of fruit. It's intoxicating."

"It's the dried mulberries."

Tang Manwen's face was as red as a monkey's butt.

"Hurry up and throw up! You've eaten rotten fruit! Quick!"

Qin Zhixin's sweet voice was almost overflowing with malice.

"Don't spit it out. This is made by Wenwen. It tastes better if you drink it in big gulps. You can't drink it in small sips."

After Liu Tingjin said this, he drank it all in one gulp, looking like he was about to cry.

Qin Zhixin was too lazy to continue teasing him. She wanted to go to Qingliang Temple to buy some food first. There was fried fish for sale in the temple.

After telling her cousin to wait for Qin Zhifeng there, Qin Zhixin stepped into the temple.

It was a little after nine o'clock, and the sunlight shone through layers of leaves, becoming a little hazy as it entered the courtyard.

Qin Zhixin was the first to step into the courtyard. As soon as she entered, she was irritated by the smell of smoke and tears suddenly came to her eyes. She covered her eyes with one hand and endured the discomfort as she went in.

Qingliang Temple is old and mottled.

It is called a temple, but judging by its style, it is a three-courtyard Su-style house, except that it is dedicated to the "Yue Lao" deity.

In the courtyard, besides a catalpa tree growing at an angle of almost 30 degrees to the ground, there was a stone incense burner, over three meters in diameter and about a meter deep. It was filled with ash, unburned incense sticks, and a large pile of leaves. The leaves were still quite moist and emitted smoke when burned. The burning catalpa leaves had a scent similar to mugwort, but more pungent.

The courtyard was very noisy. Several children were running around the tree, and two even climbed up it. Their parents were taking pictures of them with digital cameras.

Qingliang Temple, with its more than 1,100 years of history, has left behind countless traces. From the Northern Song Dynasty, only the temple name and a bronze bell remain. The few trees planted during the Yuan Dynasty have completely died. From the Ming Dynasty, stone incense burners and Buddha statues remain. Renovations were made during the Qing Dynasty, and the glazed tiles have now turned gray.

The Republic of China was the most useless. It only knew how to get beaten and act as a comprador, and did nothing else.

Chapter 39: Fish Frying in Scenic Area

The dilapidated temple of "Qingliang Temple" had been patched up for thousands of years, but it was reduced to a pile of rubble after a catastrophe brought by foreign tribes.

It is like a drunken dream, so absurd and tortuous that it is hard to describe it in words. It is a colorful scar stained with blood, inconspicuous, but every surviving Nanling person and every one of their descendants will never forget it.

The thousand-year-old bell in the ancient temple is nothing but the dream of a fool.

The humiliating and deformed premature baby of the Republic of China died.

In the new China, the new dynasty ushered in a new era, and construction projects were underway across the country. Six retired Taoist priests arrived at Qingliang Mountain and, facing the ruins, announced their intention to rebuild Qingliang Temple. The nearby villagers, with their free time, stepped forward to lend a hand, taking the thousand-year-old debris and adding some concrete, they successfully restored Qingliang Temple.

After it was renovated, it was still called Qingliang Temple, and even though it was built by a Taoist priest, it was not renamed "Guan".

They didn't even throw away the shattered Buddha statue, using sticky rice paste and concrete to fix it, transforming the former Night Bodhisattva into the rather abstract "Yue Lao" statue it is today. Of course, the inexperienced restorer probably had no idea that the Buddha statue he had repaired had become "Yue Lao."

After its restoration, Qingliang Temple was a shabby, unrecognizable mess, but overall it still looked quite impressive. Unfortunately, the catalpa tree in the courtyard had died, standing there withered and desolate. During the first winter after Qingliang Temple's restoration, a nearby villager retrieved the bell, which had been hidden in a latrine during the war.

After the spring, the catalpa tree that had been dead for many years suddenly came back to life. Now, after decades, it is lush and green again.

When Liu Tingjin said that he saw the red cloth from the Min Kingdom, Qin Zhixin knew that this stupid fat man had definitely made a mistake.

The Republic of China was a hellish time. This dilapidated temple was called a charity hall, but in reality it was just a dumping ground for corpses, and most of the time it was just a pile of rubble. She only knew this because her hometown was nearby. If the young people who came here knew what Qingliang Temple was used for during the Republic of China, they wouldn't be brave enough to come here and pray for such a vow of love.

This is Qingliang Temple, this is a weird hybrid with a strange head, it is a scar patched with broken rubble, its existence is as natural as the fact that Nanling City should be full of locust flowers in autumn, it is just as natural.

Just because the people of Nanling think it is Qingliang Temple, so it is Qingliang Temple.

As winter goes, the ice will melt; in spring, grass will grow naturally. In this vicissitudes of life, nothing remains unchanged. Everything should change like the seasons and yin and yang, even the name remains the same.

Near the catalpa tree, Qin Zhixin rubbed the muddy ground beneath her feet at its base. The attendant, who was helping sweep the floor, had been lazy and tossed a large basket of catalpa leaves into the incense burner. The leaves were juicy, and the catalpa leaves were oily, so the heat made the smoke even more intense. Qin Zhixin was choked by the smoke. She sniffed, kicked the catalpa tree, and left.

In the ancestral hall near the courtyard hung a portrait of a great man. In a corner were piled hundreds of small pickle jars, filled with ashes, a treasure trove accumulated since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Fishermen in Anji Lake occasionally pulled up corpses. If no one claimed them for a long time, they would be burned in the stone incense burner in front of the temple. When Qin Zhixin was a child, she would often come to watch the fun.

Burning people is much worse than roasting chicken or roasting lamb.

The body is wrapped in linen and placed at the innermost layer, with charcoal piled outside and dry wood on the outermost layer. Kerosene is poured on it and set alight. If it's too little, you need to stir it with an iron rod. After burning, it's stored in a pickle jar. The outside of the jar is marked with the time and place of retrieval. If the body can still be identified as male or female, the approximate age is also written on it.

But these are all old news. Now this dilapidated temple has become a tourist attraction, and the wild corpse must be sent to the Provincial Forensic Center of Nanling Medical University.

　 Qin Zhixin looked around the ancestral hall.

The portrait of the great man is very old. The glass is made of old craftsmanship and has a slight green tint. This is due to the substandard metal removal process during production. The background of the painting has turned a little white, but it is still very clean and you can tell that it is cleaned frequently.

The floor in front of the portrait was covered with a variety of fruits, biscuits, flowers, and more than a dozen bottles of liquor. The fruits and flowers were all new, though some were a bit wilted. The biscuits were a mix of old and new, and the bottles of liquor were covered in dust, though it seemed they had been there in a certain order. Some of the bottles had been there for ages, their dust almost forming a blanket.

No one would steal tributes to a great man, even if everyone knows that he would definitely not mind if he knew about it in the afterlife.

The courtyard outside was filled with smoke, while the ancestral hall inside was dimly lit.

In the past, when Qingliang Temple was still relatively untouched, it wasn't open to the public. Even during the Qingming and Zhongyuan festivals, the most that would happen was for the locals to burn paper money for the wandering spirits. Now that there are more tourists, the offerings to the great figure have suddenly increased, and the offerings have increased dramatically.

Visitors enter from the courtyard with the crooked elm tree, and walk along the corridor on the mountain side to the second courtyard, where the statue of "Yue Lao" is placed.

In traditional houses, the first entrance serves as the gatehouse, the second entrance is the largest and is usually the living room, and the third and fourth entrances are private rooms.

The temples are usually arranged in a quadrangle courtyard style, like building blocks, with one courtyard connected to the next. However, Qingliang Temple was not so particular. The first and second courtyards consisted of a single room besides the surrounding wall, while the third courtyard had two rooms. However, due to the terrain, the courtyards had difficulty with lighting. Even in the summer, there was only a few hours of sunlight in the afternoon. Initially, firewood was piled in the third courtyard to dry in the shade, and the two rooms in the third courtyard naturally became storage rooms.

Now that there are more tourists, the third courtyard has been converted into a small shop. In addition to ready-made bottled drinks, they sell small fish, shrimps and lotus seeds caught from Huanghu Lake and nearby water nets.

There are wheat ears, rice strips, and minnows, the largest of which are only about the length of a palm. Get them from fishermen; the cheap ones are practically free. Carefully remove the internal organs and scales, add a little strong sweet potato wine and scallion and ginger juice to remove the fishy smell, fry in wide oil for three minutes, sprinkle with some toppings, and serve. Five yuan gets you a large bag, and the fish bones are crispy.

To facilitate access for tourists, staff also opened a side door in the wall, providing direct access to the second section of the Yue Lao Temple. This side door is even wider than the main entrance, which is narrow enough for only people to enter, while the side door can accommodate trucks. But aside from the overfed petty bourgeoisie, no one would accuse this of vandalism.

As soon as Qin Zhixin entered, she saw an acquaintance, a young man from Lijiatun next door, named Li Jingxin.

Lijiatun was just below her hometown, Huanzigang. The village was on flat ground, the hillside. Lijiatun grew melons and vegetables, while Huanzigang grew fruit trees. The men from both villages often went into the mountains together to kill wild boars, so Qin Zhixin recognized them.

Qin Zhixin stepped forward, rummaged through the pocket of her schoolbag, found a twenty-yuan bill, counted out two coins, and slapped them together on the glass cabinet.

"Four packets of fried fish, and extra rice noodles! All with salt and pepper, two packets with hot peppers, and four bottles of Ice Dew."

Li Jingxin raised his eyes and saw the famous beautiful girl from the next village, and his face turned red immediately.

"I'll give you some more. Are you on vacation?"

"Really?! It's time to let him go."

Qin Zhixin sniffed her nose. Her cute and innocent look was so alluring. With the lively expression just now, she looked charming and quirky.

Li Jingxin's eyes widened. After a moment of silence, he took out the pre-fried small fish from the stainless steel basin and placed them on the electronic scale. He deliberately added a lot more.

"Didn't you do this before? Did your family take over this business?"

"How could that be? We're three contractors, and we split the profits equally. There are a lot of people here now, and if we tidy up the front yard after a while, we can raise the price."

"Miscellaneous fish are selling for four dollars and the price is still going up?"

"Yes, it should have gone up long ago."

Li Jingxin said the exact same words as Qin Zhixin, who rolled her eyes at him. The fish cooked quickly; they only needed to be pan-fried in a light layer of oil. Then, he sprinkled some flour on it and stuffed the large paper bag labeled "XX Chicken Steak" full. He pulled four bottles of Ice Dew from the freezer, followed by four bottles of Coke.

"I'm giving you some iced sweet water. It's my treat. I have to go kill a wild boar for National Day next month, and I'll come to your village then."

"Okay, okay! I want to go and see it too."

"When have you not been there?"

Li Jingxin packed the fried fish and drinks, and Qin Zhixin threw down the money and ran away.

After leaving the dilapidated temple, Qin Zhixin saw that her cousin Qin Zhifeng had also arrived. From a distance, she could see that her cousin was also wearing a plaid shirt. Qin Zhixin, who had been smiling foolishly after buying fried fish, could not hold back her expression for a moment.

"Brother, why are you wearing these tattered clothes when you go out to play?"

Qin Zhifeng turned around and was also happy to see Qin Zhixin wearing a piece of clothing that looked familiar to him.

"Hey, isn't this my junior high school clothes?"

The only difference between the plaid clothes worn by Qin Zhifeng and Qin Zhixin is the newness and size. The rest of the clothes are exactly the same, even the colors. Qin Zhixin's plaid clothes are wrinkled and partly linted. Qin Zhifeng's clothes are also wrinkled.

"What! You gave it all to me."

"I'm not stealing yours, you look stupid. Can I fit into clothes that are too small with my current height and weight?"

"No, why are you wearing a plaid shirt too? There are three of four people wearing it, it's so ugly."

Qin Zhifeng took the bag from Qin Zhixin with a smile and divided the four packets of fried fish inside.

The Qin family was different from the Tang family. The Tang family consisted of Tang Yuyu, Tang Longlong, Qin Zhixin's grandfather, Qin Zhixin, and her aunt, a total of six people. The Qin family, on the other hand, was very prosperous, with the old grandfather still alive. Four generations lived under one roof, totaling more than twenty people. The Qin family's old house was in Huanzigang.

Qin Zhifeng was seven years older than Qin Zhixin. When they were little, Qin Zhixin was like a little tailgater, always following him around whenever he returned home. After the system had imbued Qin Zhixin with some of his own memories, it became clear that Qin Zhixin and Qin Zhifeng were collaborating on evil deeds. They came up with ideas together, and then carried them out together. They were truly hated by everyone.

Three years ago, Qin Zhifeng was admitted to the public health major of Suzhou University Medical School in neighboring Suzhou.

Unlike clinical medicine, public health is a four-year undergraduate program. I have completed professional courses in my junior year, and now I am suddenly free in my senior year. Otherwise, I would not have time to hang out with these kids.

Chapter 40 Theory and Practice

Qin Zhifeng was quite tall, about 1.85 meters tall with shoes on, half a head taller than the three kids around him. He had the typical jerk face, especially his peach blossom eyes, which were exactly like Qin Zhixin's.

Such eyes might be charming and affectionate on a woman, but on a man they give off an indescribable "improper" vibe. For example, Qin Zhifeng looks like the type who would take advantage of his boss's absence to have sex with his wife.

But not only does he look like a jerk, his clothing, speech, and behavior are also similar. Qin Zhifeng likes to wear loose-fitting shirts. If the weather is a little colder, he will wear a hunting jacket with a stand-up collar and a waist. The straight coat makes him look smart, and his long legs make him look even more imposing.

When Qin Zhixin was still in elementary school, Qin Zhifeng was only in junior high. He was still a "younger boy," but he had already started an affair with an art student. The two of them almost got killed, and when Qin Zhifeng's father found out, he chased and beat them. In high school, he relied on his good looks to often hang out with women, and his relationships with several young girls were unclear.

Now that he was in college, he had actually settled down a lot. At least Qin Zhixin had only heard that he had dated two girls. Only two, not even double digits, which in Qin Zhixin's opinion was enough to make this scumbag settle down.

Hearing Qin Zhixin dislike the plaid shirt he was wearing, Qin Zhifeng didn't bother to pay attention. He knew this damn girl's temper very well.

"It's just a plaid shirt. If you wear it, you wear it. Three out of four people are wearing plaid shirts. Manwen should be embarrassed."

Tang Manwen was called by Qin Zhifeng and patted his arm with a smile.

"Just wear whatever's comfortable when you're out having fun. Don't bother with Qin Zhixin. She's always surfing the internet and I don't know what she's talking about."

"Sister, don't talk nonsense about me."

Qin Zhixin was furious. She noticed that Qin Zhifeng was wearing a pair of white canvas shoes, so she stepped forward with ill intentions and stepped on them. Qin Zhifeng couldn't dodge, and seeing the small black shoe print on the shoes made him laugh and cry. He flicked Qin Zhixin's head.

"Are you itching for trouble? It was Manwen who was talking about you, and you're angry with me? That's just how you are."

"how!"

Qin Zhixin held her head high, her eyes narrowed, looking unconvinced. Qin Zhifeng met her gaze, but his eyes unconsciously drifted into that bottomless ravine.

"Fuck, you weren't this big during Chinese New Year, were you?"

Qin Zhifeng murmured, and Qin Zhixin heard it clearly.

"Hey, you're my brother. Is it appropriate to say something like that to your sister?"

Qin Zhixin pinched her throat and spoke in a sarcastic tone. Qin Zhifeng rolled his eyes at her and pulled her aside.

"I don't treat you as a woman. You little brat only knows how to mess up things every day. You can tell at a glance that you eat snacks every day. Do you look like a woman compared to Manwen?"

"You don't understand. Nowadays, people on the Internet say that women cannot be defined. Don't treat me as a woman. You can call me daddy."

"what is it call?"

"father!"

"Fool, I just agreed reluctantly."

Qin Zhifeng was at a loss for words. Qin Zhixin suddenly realized what was happening and was furious, but Qin Zhifeng grabbed her neck and held her down. Feeling the softness against him, Qin Zhifeng felt a surge of anger, but when he thought that the troublemaker was his unlucky sister, he instantly lost his mind.

"Don't make trouble, I bought the ticket and will get on the sightseeing bus early."

Opposite Qingliang Temple is a newly built asphalt road. Go straight along the southern foot of Qingliang Mountain for about three kilometers and you will reach the gate of Anji Lake Forest Park.

Qin Zhifeng bought four tickets to the park at the foot of the mountain. This was the first time he had tickets in Qingliang Mountain.

To attract more tourists, the park bought three second-hand King Long buses and set up a stop at the side gate of Qingliang Temple, which goes directly to the main gate of the forest park. When the area is empty, the buses act as freight trains. Small groups can ride for free, while large groups charge a nominal fee of one yuan.

Of course, there are also six-seater electric sightseeing buses, which are a bit more expensive than the park buses. Tickets cost five yuan per person, and they travel much slower than the buses. But their advantage is the expansive views, allowing Nanling residents living in the city to experience more nature. This ethereal illusion gives them the illusion of enjoying the scenery.

Qin Zhixin and Qin Zhifeng have often come here since they were young. Children in the city may go here to learn painting and piano to cultivate their sentiments on weekends, just like Yang Qichao.

But it was different for those who grew up in the mountains. Qin Zhixin and her cousin had been slacking off since childhood, a common sight in their hometown, so they were completely indifferent to the scenery here. She wasn't a pure city dweller, but she didn't have the leisurely and carefree nature to go crazy in front of a few broken trees in the mountains.

After entering the park gate, besides a small concrete platform serving as a parking lot, there were crooked stone steps. The mountains surrounding Anji Lake were not high, but they were quite steep. Climbing them once would probably cost Qin Zhixin half her life.

The good news is that there is a mountain cable car at Anji Lake. The bad news is that the starting point of the cable car is halfway up the mountain, and you have to climb over 4,000 steps to get up.

Qin Zhixin and Liu Tingjin were both of average stamina, panting heavily as they climbed the mountain, falling behind. Qin Zhifeng and Tang Manwen were both of better stamina, so their speed was much faster than the other two.

Qin Zhixin was a little annoyed. She looked down on Liu Tingjin anyway. She always felt that this little fat boy was relying on his family background, otherwise he would never have had the chance to be intimate with his cousin.

When they first met, my cousin looked at him with eyes almost glued to him!

As the old saying goes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Qin Zhixin felt that Tang Manwen was absolutely blind. Not only was Liu Yujin not very good-looking, but he was also always showing off, and the things he showed off were all extremely stupid.

And what about Liu Yujin?