The only way

Chapter 21 The River God Festival

At the gate of Suyang City.

Lingchu grabbed a middle-aged woman who was hurriedly heading towards the direction of traffic, "Auntie, what happened? Why are you all heading in the same direction?"

The middle-aged woman's face was full of watching the excitement, and she was rushing to the Elong Lake, afraid that she would be too late to see the excitement, but she was stopped halfway by someone, turned her head to look over, and saw a beautiful face with red lips and white teeth, The woman's upside-down eyebrows drooped again, and she replied unconsciously, "The Su family has announced that they are going to hold a river god sacrifice."

"River God Sacrifice?" Lingchu repeated in a murmur. She knew this. The River God Sacrifice was to sacrifice to the River God to pray for good weather.

It was a beautiful girl who was looking at the question. Although the clothes were simple, the fabric was so smooth that it was not cheap at first glance, and it was embroidered with lifelike flowers. Who would embroider flowers on the clothes of ordinary people? The middle-aged woman immediately became enthusiastic. After a while, the anger of being stopped was completely gone, and instead he said with great interest, "The Su family is the largest family in our Suyang City, occupying almost all of the pearl business in Suyang City. This River God Festival has not been held in Suyang City for many years. gone."

"Then why is it held this year?" As far as Lingchu knew, Suyang City was not in an earthquake zone, and Chen Guo hadn't heard of any drought or flood disasters this year.

Speaking of this, the middle-aged woman showed a distressed expression, grinned and said, "Some time ago, there was a sudden huge wave in the Dragon Lake, which flooded most of the fields outside the city. After the huge wave, it was not over yet, the lake water was rushing back, separated by a pearl farm on the top of the mountain, the water was mostly muddy, most of the mussels died, and the pearl harvest was reduced by half, Su Yangcheng went to those big families, When it comes down to us ordinary people, we are all at a loss."

Evil Dragon Lake?
Lingchu frowned, she didn't believe that there really was a dragon there, if it was a monster, she believed it even more.

Seeing that the beautiful little girl in extraordinary clothes in front of her seemed to have nothing to ask, the middle-aged woman hurried along the flow of people in the direction of Eilong Lake.

Watching the excitement, no matter it is from ancient times to the present, people are flocking to it.

It was still early for the sun to set, so Lingchu looked up at the time and decided to go to Elong Lake to see the River God Sacrifice.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Yang Zhaodi never imagined that her parents would choose a dead end for her.

The Yang family is very poor. There are six people in the family. They only live on two acres of Susukida.

As the second child, Yang Zhaodi was mentally prepared to be sold if her mother didn't love her father or her father.

The eldest sister is the oldest, and can help the family with most of the work, and can also take care of the younger brother. The third sister is still young, and she knows that her parents have tried to sell her daughter several times.

She thought, it was better, she was sold to a child, and she was sold as a slave, and she was almost sold to those filthy places. No matter what, she will be satisfied wherever she can sell it, have something to eat, and survive.

But she never expected that two days ago, the Su family released rumors that they wanted to accept boys and girls as sacrifices to the river god, and offered a high price of five taels of silver, so her parents sent her here without hesitation.

Sacrificial to the river god, it sounds nice, it is called dedication, to serve the river god, but to put it bluntly, everyone knows in their hearts that the so-called sacrifice to the river god is to die.

Anyone who has a little affection for the child will not rush to send the child to sacrifice to the river god.

Yang Zhaodi looked at her parents holding the money, and she never looked back except to say sorry to her when she left. None of the eldest sister, third sister and younger brother made a sound.

It's ridiculous, Yang Zhaodi is wearing big braids, her thin body is trembling violently, the bow tied with the red string at the end of her hair is trembling, and tears the size of beans are falling from her eyes.

She just wants to live, is it hard?

The housekeeper of the Su family who was in charge of selecting boys and girls looked at the thin girl kneeling on the ground, choked up silently, and a deep sense of sadness and despair surrounded the girl.

The butler shook his head with sympathy in his eyes. He was nearly forty years old, had a son and a daughter, and even had two grandchildren. He knew what would happen to the boys and girls offered by the River God.

However, sympathy belongs to sympathy, he is just a servant, there is no room for talking, he is the most, and he can make the two children eat a few good meals in the last two days.

Compared to this girl named Yang Zhaodi, another boy is called pitiful.

My mother passed away in dystocia, and my father married a stepmother. The stepmother was very powerful. She held the two of them for three years, and she was young and beautiful. As the saying goes, if you have a stepmother, you will have a stepfather.

With a beautiful young wife and two lively sons, how could he care about the sick son that the previous wife gave birth to desperately.

The stepmother took the money from selling the boy and left with a smile on her face. The boy kept his head down the whole time, silent, with blank eyes.

They are all poor people.
The butler stepped forward and pulled Yang Zhaodi up, "Oh, child, accept your fate."

Accept fate?Yang Zhaodi raised her head with tears in her eyes and glanced at the rich and fair man in silk and satin clothes full of sympathy and compassion, and a firm thought flashed in her mind.

No, she refused to accept her fate!

Although the hand that has been working all the year round is thin, it is strong. Yang Zhaodi threw off the hand that was being held by the housekeeper, and slammed into the thickest pillar in the hall with all her strength.

Even if she can't live, she has to choose the way to die.

There was a sharp pain on her forehead, and the darkness slowly eroded her eyes. Yang Zhaodi heard the roar of the man in silk and satin clothes, and the screams of the maids in the hall. From clear to vague, everything seemed to be fading away.

Perhaps, after death, she would not have to work so hard.

This was Yang Zhaodi's last thought before falling into darkness.

By the Evil Dragon Lake.

The evil dragon lake, which was sparsely populated in the past, is now full of people. There are local people in Suyang City, wealthy businessmen from Suyang City, and tourists who passed through Suyang City and heard about the River God Festival.

All of a sudden, beside the evil dragon lake, there were vague figures and whispering voices.

When Lingchu arrived at Eilong Lake, there were already circles of spectators around here, occupying the small space again, squeezing and squeezing to the front.

Qian Duojin, who had rushed here earlier, occupied an excellent spot to watch the excitement, with a pair of small eyes, he saw Lingchu immediately, and quickly asked the two guards who followed him to pick up the little fairy.

When Lingchu came to Qian Duojin's side, he found four guards around Qian Duojin, forming a semi-circle, making a not-too-crowded space for Qian Duojin and Lingchu.

Moreover, looking from here, it is right in front of the altar.

The altar was built three stories high with wood, in the shape of a trapezoid. On the highest floor, there was an altar on it, and two colorful flags stood beside the altar.

The altar table covered with yellow tablecloths was only clearly seen by Lingchu's excellent eyesight. There were fresh three animal sacrifices and red candle incense burners placed on it.

Behind the altar, there is a futon. On the futon sits a Taoist priest with a goatee wearing a yellow Taoist robe with a big gossip pattern on the back, whisking dust in his left hand, and a mahogany sword in his right.

(End of this chapter)