When I became a Jade-faced Fox

"Look, that big blue-tiled house is my home. My old man lives there." The shopkeeper pointed to a place not far away.

At the same time, a noisy sound was heard.

"What's going on? Why is it so noisy? Someone dares to cause trouble in my house." The shopkeeper muttered to himself.

"It's the sound of a woman crying. Let's go and take a look." Yu'er took the lead and followed the sound.

"Village chief, please think of a solution. I am an orphan and a widow, and I only have this one son. If anything happens to him, I will die. How can I have the face to see his father after I die?" A middle-aged woman in indigo jacket and trousers was crying, her heart broken.

"This is one of the most difficult families in our village - Aunt Feng's family. Uncle Feng was weak and passed away early, leaving behind this mother and son. His son was the youngest student in our village. If his father were still alive, there would be no need for this child to be sacrificed..." The shopkeeper's tone was filled with sighs.

When she saw us come in, the woman wiped her tears and smiled.

"Tao Xiaolang (a title for men during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties) is back, and he brought a young man with him. I won't disturb him anymore." After saying this, he was about to turn around and leave.

Yu'er looked at the man's dress, words and behavior and could tell that he was a respectable person in his daily life. His rudeness just now was all because he felt sorry for his young son.

"No hurry, madam (from the Han Dynasty), I came here just for this matter. Could you take me to see the patient later?" Yu'er was quite sympathetic.

While Yu'er was speaking, Zhang Tao had already explained the whole story to the family.

"My dear young man, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that you are too young."

"Old man, if you have ambition, you don't need to be old. If you don't have ambition, you will live a hundred years in vain. Now that I'm here, let me give it a try!"

Looking at Yuer's energetic face and high fighting spirit.

"I am ashamed, I am ashamed!"

"If I can't see anything, don't blame me, old man! Why don't we go to the ancestral temple now!"

On the way here, Yu'er had already learned that in order to provide unified care, they had no time to disturb the peace of their ancestors, so they arranged those students in the ancestral temple.

The ancestral hall was cleaned neatly and you could faintly smell the scent of incense. There was a green pine tree planted in the courtyard, and you could tell it was very old just by looking at it.

"This was planted by our first ancestor after he settled here." Village Chief Zhang patted the old pine tree. "Our Zhang family has passed down poetry and books, and many of our people have become officials. Our ancestors left us ancestral teachings, hoping that our descendants will also have the character of a pine tree."

"The old timers were farsighted and farsighted."

"Young Master, please come this way. The children are all in this wing room."

As soon as Yu'er entered, she saw those people lying on a large bunk bed, surrounded by their family members taking care of them.

Yu'er went forward and felt his pulse. Apart from being weak and pale due to hunger, there was no major problem.

"I think everyone has been well taken care of, otherwise you wouldn't be in the current state."

"How can I not try my best for my own son? I wonder if you can see anything from this."

Yu'er looked embarrassed, nodded between her brows, and activated the Qi-viewing technique. As expected, she saw Qi leaking out. The Qi was yellow and green in color, flowing out of the students and toward the center of the ancestral hall.

Yu'er followed the energy all the way and arrived at the side of the ancestral temple, where there was a side room.

"Father, can this be opened? What is this room used for?"

"Zhang Tao, go open it. Our Zhangjia Village has been passed down for more than a dozen generations. The ancestral hall is mainly used to worship the ancestors who are highly respected. Other ancestors are mostly worshipped in the houses on both sides."

"Isn't this place worshipped before?"

"Of course. Young Master, you were able to find this place by yourself. Did you find something?"

"It's hard to say yet. Let's go in and take a closer look."

The first thing Yu'er saw when she entered was a brush. The brush was placed in front of a tablet. The peculiar thing about it was that the body of the brush was not made of ordinary wood, but of jade. With Yu'er's knowledge, she thought it was pretty good.

"Father-in-law, what is this pen for?" Yu'er couldn't point directly at the tablet with her hand, as it seemed disrespectful, so she could only signal with her eyes.

"It's a long story..." The village chief of Zhangjia Village touched his beard. Seeing the identical actions, he knew who Zhang Tao looked like.

From the village chief's story, the image of a man who loves calligraphy and painting comes to life on paper. He is elegant and refined, and is a gentleman. Although he is very talented, he does not like to be an official. For his family, this is undoubtedly a waste of his excellent qualifications.

In the terms of the 21st century, it is probably the conflict between idealism and realism, or the conflict between romanticism and pragmatism.

"At that time, this great uncle had a rift with his family, and in a fit of anger he went on a study tour to visit friends. When he came back, everything at home had changed. This jade pen was given to him by his father when he was just starting out, and it has always been his favorite. When he died of depression, he left a will to enshrine it next to his tablet." The old village chief sighed and was filled with emotion.

He had seen that great-uncle when he was young. He was also a handsome man, but in the end he was just emaciated. It was really pitiful.

"I don't know if I can take this pen and take a closer look."

"This is something from our ancestors..."

Before the old village chief had time to refuse, the pen bounced out and tried to fly out the door.

Yu'er leaped up, stretched out her hand to grab it, and rolled to the ground. Her nose wrinkled slightly, the smell of blood was really unpleasant.

"This, this, this...what's going on!" The old village chief covered his chest, looking like he was about to faint.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Yu'er was still looking very cool. She quickly stood up to help the man.

After supporting him, he raised his leg and kicked Zhang Tao. His expression was full of expression, "You idiot, you can't even take care of an old man!"

"Young Master, what on earth is going on?"

"This, in fact, is, hey, stop pretending to be dead, explain it yourself!" Yu'er swung the pen in the air. That's right. The pen was pretending to be dead.

"How can a pen talk?"

"This demon is actually in my house!"

These grandparents and grandchildren are really interesting!

Yu'er slowly recounted the whole process of her guess. Combined with the smell of blood, Yu'er probably guessed that the pen had developed intelligence because of its presence with its owner, and it was further strengthened by the blood of its owner when he was dying.

What's more important is that it has been worshipped for nearly a hundred years, which has made it even more powerful, which is why it is able to absorb the energy of the family's children today.

"I don't know what this Qi is!"

"If we find the cause, then we can save the children."

The same is true for the grandparents and grandchildren, their focuses are very different.