At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

In the second year of Jingyuan, at the end of the twelfth lunar month, Qinghe Village.

The weeping willows by the river were bent by the weight of snow, and their branches were covered with crystal clear ice hangings, shining with a cold light.

Xie Hu stood in front of the head of the Xie family, holding his knees with his hands, breathing heavily, and his breath condensed into white mist in the air.

Without waiting for a while, he hurriedly knocked on the door. The ice hanging under the eaves broke with a banging sound and fell to the ground and shattered into ice shards.

"No, great uncle, our Xie family's ancestral grave is on fire!"

"Uncle Chunxi, are you at home?"

After a while, no one came to open the door.

A person wandered out of the yard next door, and it turned out to be Wang Ermazi, a well-known street kid.

Wang Ermazi yawned loudly, dug out his sleeves, took out a piece of dry straw, held it in his mouth, and said to the little fat man in a nonchalant manner:

"Your uncle Chunxi and the others went to his father-in-law's house early this morning. Your great-uncle is the only one at home. His ears are not good, so he may not be able to hear you because your voice is so small."

The chubby little Xie Hu was only five or six years old. Hearing what Wang Ermazi said, he almost burst into tears.

"What should we do, Uncle Wang?"

Normally, people in the village would tell the child to stay away from him. He had no father, no wife, no children. But when he was suddenly called uncle, he felt a little hot inside.

Wang Mazi cleared his throat and said, "Watch it, kid. I'm going to show you how powerful I am today."

I saw him take a deep breath, the energy drained from his Dantian, and then shouted in a voice that could be heard by half the village:

"Chief Xie, your ancestral grave is on fire——"

After finishing, Wang Erpazi grinned at Little Fatty, "Just stand here. Your great-uncle will come and open the door for you later. If I have anything else to do, I'll be the first to do it."

Little Fatty scratched his head and always felt that something was wrong, but his mother said that when someone helps, he should thank others.

So he cupped his fists like an adult and said, "Thank you, Uncle Wang."

Wang Ermazi waved his hand, brushed off his clothes and went away, hiding his merit and fame. Go home and go back to sleep, let’s see who will say that he, the pockmarked king, doesn’t do good things, huh!

After a while, there was a creak and the door was opened from the inside.

The old patriarch of the Xie family and Little Fatty stared at each other, and the old man tremblingly asked:

"What did you say was on fire?"

"Ancestral graves!"

……

Most of the people in the village were called to 'put out the fire' on the hilltop of the Xie family's ancestral grave. It was rare that it wasn't too cold today, so Meng took a slow walk along the main road between the villages with a full belly.

When I went to the county town a few days ago, the doctor said that the baby would not be born for more than a month, so letting her move around more often would help the birth of the fetus.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but put on a loving smile on her face, and reached out to caress her belly through the thick clothes.

Not far behind her, Xie Qilin, who had just come down from the mountain where the Xie family's ancestral graves were located.

Staring at the slightly bloated figure in front of him with evil eyes, he remembered what the villagers said.

"Hahahaha, Lao Xie, it seems that your Xie family is going to have great luck."

"Could it be that the eldest son of the Yongkang family is going to take the county examination in the spring of next year? I heard from Mrs. Lu that the scholar is a sure winner. A ten-year-old scholar, my God, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave."

"Isn't Tingjiang's wife still carrying one in her belly? Tingjiang was studying when he was a child, and the previous county magistrates said that he was at least a civil servant. It's a pity..."

"Hey, don't talk about those spoilers. Good people in Tingjiang are rewarded. The green smoke coming out of the ancestral grave may be the reincarnation of the fairy from the sky and threw himself into the belly of Tingjiang's wife to repay his kindness."

"Isn't that right? Hahahaha. That silly boy Xie Hu said it was on fire. I was so frightened that I didn't even wear a coat and hurried over. I was still wondering how it could catch on fire in the middle of winter."

Xie Qilin was not completely sure about being admitted as a scholar, but he was indeed the best at reading among the younger members of the Xie family.

He studied until late at night every day. Once he failed to pass the annual exam, his father beat him severely with a pole.

He knew that his father beat him for his own good, so that he would not be stepped on by the children of the direct descendants of the Xie family.

It's all Xie Tingjiang's fault. Even if his father is admitted as a scholar, Xie Tingjiang still outdoes his father in Qinghe Village.

Now there is another reincarnation of a fairy. Could it be that just because he is a direct descendant of the Xie family, he will ride on their head for the rest of his life?

Xie Qilin lowered his eyes, the knuckles of his clenched fists turned white, what a fairy! Before you were born, you were just a ball of flesh.

It was already late noon, and more than half of the people in the village were still on the mountain, while the other half were at home preparing to cook.

Xie Qilin glanced around to make sure there was no one around, then accelerated to catch up with Meng and pushed hard.

When Meng noticed the footsteps behind her, she subconsciously covered her stomach with her hands. Before she could turn around to see who it was, she was pushed heavily to the ground in an instant.

After seeing the blood under Meng's body, Xie Qilin immediately took a shortcut into the mountain. He didn't meet anyone along the way. There are so many people on the mountain that no one cares who has been away for how long.

As long as he turns back now and goes down the mountain with everyone else, no one will know that he did it.

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and warmth flowed from between my legs. Meng Wanning was in pain so much that her vision turned black, she couldn't speak, and it was even difficult to breathe. Cold sweat dripped down his hair and fell to the ground, forming small puddles.

But she still tried to get up with trembling hands, and said in a soft voice, "Save...save...the child..."

Her child had only lived in her belly for more than eight months and was about to disappear... She had already thought about it. If it was a boy, she would teach him to be virtuous and polite, respect his wife and love his children, and he must not behave like her father. Doting on concubines and destroying wives.

If it’s a girl, teach her that if a woman is independent, the world will be wider. Women are always treated harshly in the world.

Although this idea is not recognized by the current people and is somewhat criticized, it is still better than being trapped and dying in the modest confines of the house like her mother.

Before Meng passed out, she felt a gentle warmth coming from her stomach and surrounding her whole body. For a moment, she even felt that her body was not so painful... Maybe this is what the old people call returning to the light.

Unnoticed, Meng's belly flashed with red light, rapidly healing her injuries.

……

In the narrow alley between the two houses, Xie Zhaodi tightly covered Xie Laidi's mouth.

The two sisters couldn't stop trembling all over and their teeth chattering. When they came, they only saw Aunt Meng being pushed to the ground and a figure leaving in a hurry, but they still recognized the person at a glance as the eldest cousin!

Xie Laidi's eyes were full of tears and she asked her sister what to do.

Aunt Meng returned to the village with Uncle Tingjiang a year ago. She had never seen such a beautiful person, like a fairy.

A few months ago, she was punished by her grandmother without eating for two days while cutting pig grass. She was so hungry that she fainted and accidentally tripped over a field edge.

It happened that Uncle Tingjiang and Aunt Meng were walking. Aunt Meng gently pulled her up and held her in her arms, wiped her face with a white handkerchief, gave her snacks, and instructed Uncle Tingjiang to help her cut pigweed...

Aunt Meng is such a good person, why would my cousin push her?

Xie Zhaodi pursed her lips and slowly lowered her hand covering Xie Laidi, her voice still trembling when she spoke.

"You can't call someone directly. When my cousin finds out, he will definitely find a reason to ask grandma to beat us to death." Maybe he will find someone to sell it directly.

Xie Zhaodi didn't say anything else, but she knew that her grandmother had long disliked her mother for giving birth to three losers.

Xie Laidi blinked, big tears streaming down her cheeks, she hugged her little body with her hands and shook. "What should we do, sister?"

Xie Zhaodi looked at the surrounding houses and told Xie Laidi, "You send the firewood back first. Most of the people at home now are women. I'll knock on Uncle Fu's door. His two aunts are both good."

Xie Laidi nodded obediently, turned to leave but was grabbed by Xie Zhaodi.

Xie Zhaodi used a thin sleeve full of pudding and wiped Xie Laidi's face carelessly. "Don't cry anymore, don't let anyone see it."

Then he sneakily walked to the door of a house and patted the door hard.

"Who?"

Hearing a female voice coming from inside the house, Xie Zhaodi quickly got into the dark and closed alley.

Gu Shi opened the door and saw that no one thought that some child was playing a prank.

"These children in the village really don't have to pay their mortgage for a day..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a woman lying in a pool of blood not far away and hurriedly ran over there.

"Someone is coming——"

......

Xie's house, in the east wing.

Doctor Wu was taking Meng's pulse with a confused look on his face.

Today, he was invited by Ye Lizheng to come to Qinghe Village to treat his mother for rheumatism. Although his wife's cooking is delicious, he is a doctor with medical ethics and is definitely not doing it just to satisfy his appetite!