Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 431 The bright moon shines down
Son-in-law named Bai.

The 'White Venerable' I met on the train.

I knew the story he told at the time was false, but I didn’t expect the truth to be so straightforward.

I pondered for a few seconds and wrote on the paper:
"Night, reed swamp, beating clothes stick. Killing wife?"

It can only be killing his wife.

Otherwise, how could a normal person attack his pregnant wife with a clothes stick?

Not to mention that the immortals had not yet appeared at that time, and children and gold were not equated, and there was no stake in it.

Chen Dongchun took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes, took the paper and looked at it carefully for a while, then nodded:
"Yes."

"This thing is actually very simple. It's a story about the father-in-law who doesn't like the boy who married into his wife, and the boy himself doesn't make progress."

"According to rumors circulating in the village, after Bai Xiaozi was called in by the Wang family, his father-in-law could be heard scolding him every three days at home, saying that he was lazy and that his hands and feet were unclean."

"The reputation of this son-in-law named Bai is not very good in the village. The eldest person in the village is now 84 years old. Before he was confused in the past two years, he would often scold this man. Forget it, it's all It’s over.”

"In short, the family lived a peaceful life before my father-in-law died. But after my father-in-law died, his true colors were revealed. He didn't work and was living with a widow in the village."

"One night, a neighbor heard a quarrel and a dog barking. He thought it was just like usual and it was the couple having a grudge again, but a child with sensitive ears was suddenly awakened by a scream in the middle of the night."

"The child was naturally scared and woke up his parents to ask. Only then did someone put on clothes and get up to check."

"Then they found out that the son-in-law named Bai had killed his wife. When they arrived, they saw the son-in-law throwing the child who had been beaten with a stick into Long Lake."

"Blood, crying, and tears turned into a soft 'plop'."

"A young life, before he even has time to open his eyes to see the world, is completely submerged in the lake, bringing an end."

When Chen Dongchun mentioned this, he let out a long sigh.

The bright lights pressed the teacher's figure extremely low, making him look like a mountain about to collapse.

But mountains are mountains.

Will not collapse.

Chen Dongchun gathered his emotions and seemed about to continue talking, but I handed him another piece of paper:

"Is the child you are talking about yourself?"

Those who have not seen it with their own eyes would find it difficult to express this emotion.

Just like I have seen a lot of corpses, but if I were to specify the specific scene of death, it would be difficult for me to visualize it for a while.

Chen Dongchun smiled bitterly:
"That's not true. The age difference between me and the source of all evil is about thirty years. When I came here, he had been driven out of the village long ago."

"I just watched the festival, so I knew what the horrific scene was about."

indeed.

Not all stories need to be told by those who have experienced them.

Most of them are the perspective of looking back at the past with the eyes of those who came after.

Only from this perspective can one not only understand what happened, but also have an indescribable sense of compassion, which is particularly shocking.

Because he already knows the outcome of everything.

Chen Dongchun waited for a while and saw that I didn't continue writing, so he started talking again:
"Then, beating the clothes stick, child, these habits were retained after that night."

"Time has been passing by, and the festival in Longhu Village has experienced many changes."

"At first, everyone agreed that 'immortals are the 'asset' of the village, and only people from the village are worthy of worshiping Longhu. Later, it changed to 'people from other villages can also enter the village at regular times and at designated times to worship Longhu, as long as they hand over part of their money.'"

There are fewer and fewer people.

No, or rather, there are fewer and fewer children.

This sentence flashed through my mind, and as expected, Chen Dongchun also followed up with this sentence:
"They did this because there were basically no children left in the village to exchange for gold."

"During that time, buying children, exchanging children for gold, and then using gold to buy children... was like a never-ending cycle."

"People will grow old. No matter how golden and brilliant the wheat is, it will eventually decay into soil. If there are no seeds, everything on the earth will be barren." "But it is a pity that they do not understand this."

"The biggest step back they made was to choose to 'maximize profits' after seeing that the 'immortals' in Longhu had not left and the gold was still flowing in the next few decades."

The moment I heard the last sentence, my heart beat uncontrollably.

Chen Dongchun raised his hands and covered his face again.

His words were concise and concise, but made people's hair stand on end:

"The newly born baby is not heavy."

"And the maximum age that 'immortal' can accept is a twelve-year-old child, which is heavier."

“They raise their children until they are twelve years old and then exchange them for gold.”

"At that time, the appearance was that people in the village were very wealthy, and every household wore gold jewelry and had gold teeth inlaid in it."

"But the fact is that no children have been born in the village for a long time."

After saying this, there was silence in the room, and no one spoke for a long time.

Teacher Chen Dongchun seemed to be caught in some uncontrollable emotion, his eyes were unfocused and he was floating somewhere in the air.

In the end, I became the 'not eye-catching person', and I wrote:

"So, why did this village develop into what it is now?"

Teacher Chen Dongchun pondered for a moment, and then answered something that was not exactly what was asked:
"Because there is a bright moon shining down."

What kind of answer is this?
I subconsciously glanced at Gong Shuji, wanting to see what his expression was like and whether he understood this somewhat incomprehensible sentence.

But I didn't expect that Gong Shuji tilted his head slightly and didn't move at all. He had been looking at me for I don't know how long.

I asked subconsciously:

"what happened?"

"Do you understand?"

Gong Shuji instantly looked away and shook his head.

I wanted to ask in detail again, but Chen Dongchun seemed to know that what he said was insufficient and gave the answer first:

[There is no specific time for the change.

If I had to have a 'beginning', probably it would be a girl.

The girl grew up in Longhu, with an oval face, almond eyes, and braids.

She was supposed to be thrown into the lake a few days before she turned twelve, but her mother had lost many children, so she had the selfish intention of saving her life.

It happened that when she was born, her father was out enjoying life with his child's flesh and blood and was not at home, so her mother lied about her birthday after her husband came back.

She was pushed onto the lake platform, but was not swallowed by the lake water.

Her father was very angry, but the deal was done, and people around him persuaded her that having a child would lead to more gold in the future.
In the end, she was left behind.

She was afraid, she was terrified, but after experiencing the catastrophe that burned the sky, she was still like a weed in the wilderness, growing and growing.

In the next few years, she has been looking for like-minded partners, wanting to escape, save people, and stop this twisted tragedy that spans several hours.

After several searches, she found a young man who had been working as a coward in Longhu Village.

she says:

"We should do something to change this."

"Let's think of a way."

"Even if it's for this land."]

Come on, come on, I typed until five o'clock in the morning yesterday, and today my liver is aching.