Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

"Crack!" Just as the old grandmother finished her words, the teacup in the medicine lady's hand shattered.

"This cup is not cooked properly, grandma, please continue."

There was an inexplicable smile on the old grandmother's face. She rolled her eyes and said, "Witch Saint, you are in the prime of your youth. Why don't you go out and have a look? No matter who you fancy, no one in the tribe will compete with you for it."

"My injuries haven't healed yet, I'm afraid it's not appropriate..." Medicine Aunt's cheeks were hot, and she said, "By the way, is there any reason for this wedding day?"

The old grandmother searched for a while, took out the Doctrine of the Mean again, turned to a page and said, "My grandmother once taught me that I should love people of my own tribe, but I must never marry someone of my own tribe, otherwise it would bring disaster to the entire tribe."

"A catastrophic disaster. How can you say that?"

"There is a monster called a monster that will burrow into the bodies of children and prevent them from growing up. If a tribe has no children, it would be a disaster."

Yao Gu frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a while, she said seriously, "Grandmother, in the name of the witch god, I want to call a meeting of the elders of the three tribes."

"In order to resist the snake plague, our three tribes will unite into one village, build high walls, live together, work together, and build a harmonious society together."

"As for this marriage day, there are too many disadvantages. The newborn child will take the mother's surname and have his own name. After adulthood, he must form a family, follow the orders of his parents and the matchmaker's words, and can only love one person in his life..."

Medicine Auntie talked nonstop for a full cup of tea. She brought up the customs of the entire Great Xia Kingdom based on her own experience. At the end, she said:

"...Also, we need to promote education. Children should learn to read and write from a young age. Those with spiritual roots should be selected to learn the methods of cultivation."

"If this is the case, in a few decades, snake disasters will no longer be a problem, and everyone can live a happy life. Grandmother, do you think this kind of society is good?"

Yao Gu asked loudly, but received no response. She turned her head and saw that the old grandmother had already fallen asleep with her head tilted.

"When God gives a man a great responsibility, he must first make his heart and mind suffer... I do all this for your own good!" Yao Gu was not discouraged, but her eyes became more determined.

She is the Witch Saint, the messenger sent by the Witch God most worshipped by the three major tribes. Naturally, no one would object to what she says.

Thus, ethics and morals swept across the land like a swarm of locusts, transforming everything.

Time flies, and two hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

During the past two hundred years, this land has undergone tremendous changes, except for a winding river that still flows quietly along its own path.

The stream originates from Wanshe Mountain, irrigates countless farmlands along the way, and finally flows into Ruoshui Lake.

Near the lake entrance, a blue-black temple stands tall. At its highest point, it seems as if you can touch the sky with your hand.

But the entire temple was covered with dead vines, and it was unknown how many years it had been abandoned.

About twenty miles upstream along the stream, there is a village surrounded by walls on all sides.

At the entrance to the village, below the tall tower, a stone turtle was lying on the side of the road, carrying a stone tablet the size of a door panel, on which were inscribed two lines of bold and large characters:

"Your Majesty the Ten Thousand Witch Saints has issued an order that the elderly go up the mountain, the children go into the water, and the number of adults should not exceed 1,000."

The north wind was howling, causing pain on people's faces. A cart slowly came out of the village. The thing pulling the cart was not a cow, but a wild boar with fangs.

Sitting on the cart was a young man about twenty years old. He was wearing a short brown suit, was tall and thin, had long hair tied behind his head, and had a short beard.

The young man drove the car to the foot of the tower and looked up and shouted, "Sister Xia, please open the door so I can go pick some winter vegetables from the field."

"Oh! This is not Concubine Yan, no, it should be Lady Yan. It's very dangerous to go out alone! Do you want your sister to accompany you?" On the tower, a middle-aged woman in armor smiled.

"Please give me a favor, Sister Xia." Lady Yan blushed slightly and bowed.

"If you still don't appreciate it, I won't eat you. Don't worry, your woman can't beat me." The middle-aged woman made a gesture and opened the door.

Lady Yan lowered her head, shouted "Go!", and rushed out of the village gate in panic.

The pig cart went along the road. After about two miles, heavy snow suddenly fell from the sky like goose feathers.

In the midst of the snow and wind, Lady Yan tightened her clothes, whipped the whip in the air, and shouted, "Da Fei, run! If you go back too late, you won't be able to catch dinner."

The pig seemed to understand human language. It gradually quickened its pace and began to trot along the road.

About three miles later, the pig cart stopped in front of a cabbage field.

Lady Yan jumped off the pig cart, tied the rope to a mulberry tree, then picked up a sickle and walked into the cabbage field.

He cut a cabbage and threw it in front of the wild boar, saying, "Eat it secretly, but don't tell anyone else."

The pig grunted twice and arched its back happily.

Lady Yan smiled and continued to cut the cabbages in the field. In about a cup of tea, she had cut down a whole field.

He loaded the cabbages into the cart one by one, and then went to pick two radishes.

He was holding two carrots and was about to get on the bus when he suddenly heard a cry.

"Where did the child come from?" Lady Yan listened carefully, but the crying sound no longer came.

"Am I going crazy because I want to have a child?" Lady Yan shook her head and laughed at herself, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

However, just as he got on the pig cart, a cry was heard again in the endless fields.

This time, Lady Yan did not hesitate any more. She put down the whip and ran towards the crying sound.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, forming a thick layer on the ground.

A row of shallow footprints turned around several ridges and ended in front of a haystack that was two people tall.

A snow-white baby was lying on the bulge at waist level on the haystack. If it weren't for the baby's constantly moving hands and feet, he would have almost blended into the snow.

The wind was biting cold and the adults were shivering with cold, but the baby was smiling and looking at Lady Yan with his black eyes.

"Who could be so cruel in such a snowy day!" Lady Yan looked around, trying to find some traces.

However, in the empty fields, there was no one in sight except the wind and snow.

He turned around and saw a bird growing between the baby's legs. He sighed and said, "Men's lives are worthless. It's so cold. What a sin!"

He picked up the baby, wrapped it in his robe, and held it in his arms.

As soon as the baby was in Lady Yan's arms, his little hands tightly grasped Lady Yan's clothes and he opened his little mouth and kept biting them.

Lady Yan knew the child was hungry, but she could only say, "I'm not a mother, I don't have any milk!"

The baby bit for a while but couldn't get any milk, so he started crying.

Lady Yan frowned, picked up the baby, and hurried towards the pig cart.

On the road, Lady Yan was driving the pig cart while coaxing the baby. When she saw that they were less than a mile away from the village, she couldn't help but panic:

"There is a sentry at the door. If anyone hears this crying, the unwanted boy will definitely die."