Chief Forced Marriage: Beloved Wife Captured

Chapter 165

"By the way, how many families do you have here?"

"There are about thirty households."

"Then have you ever been to a big city?"

"I seldom go. If there is nothing particularly important, I will not leave the fishing village."

"Where do you buy your food and drink?"

"Three hundred kilometers away from the fishing village, there is a small town. Our fish is sold from there, and daily necessities are purchased from there."

"Oh, but why don't you leave the fishing village? The outside world is wonderful, don't you yearn for it?"

This is a re-interview, but it is also Jingya's instinctive curiosity. She wants to know the simple people here and this secret land.

"Because our ancestor was once a great general. In order to serve the country loyally, he galloped thousands of times on the battlefield and made great contributions. However, he didn't want to be plotted against by villains, and his achievements were ignored. Instead, he was charged with crimes. He was furious. Under such circumstances, Wannian was afraid of ashes, so he took his family and fled here overnight, settled down here, and made a rule that future generations must never step out of this land, let alone have any involvement with bureaucrats."

Jingya listened fascinated, and couldn't help admiring the descendants of the great general. After hundreds of years, it's really rare that they can still abide by the rules of their ancestors.

"Could it be that the thirty or so households here are all descendants of the general?" She was shocked, wouldn't that be incest.

"Of course not. Only a small half are the descendants of the general. The rest are all moved here from other places. It's just that they also regard the general as their ancestors and keep the oath with us."

"Oh, so that's the case." Jingya smiled in relief, and continued to walk forward.

After walking for more than an hour, the two of them headed back. On the way, they learned a lot about the legendary history of Fengmei Fishing Village.

Back at the fisherman's house, she found that there were six or seven missed calls on her mobile phone, all of which were from Ye Beicheng. She patted her forehead annoyed, because she forgot to bring her mobile phone when she went out just now.

She dialed back, but it rang twice, and then hung up automatically. She was suspicious and dialed again. She dialed more than a dozen times, but still couldn't get out. She walked out of the room depressed, found the fisherman's wife and asked: Is it a public phone?"

"No." The little daughter-in-law shook her head and explained, "We don't communicate with the outside world, and we don't have any friends outside, so we don't need to call..."

"Then why can't I make calls on the mobile phone I brought?"

"Maybe the signal is not good. We have strong sea winds and are isolated from the outside world, so communication is not very good. In the past, tourists would occasionally come here to stay for a few days, and their mobile phones also often failed to receive signal."

Jingya nodded, suddenly there was a kind of return to the ancient times without telephones and computers a hundred years ago...

Seeing her anxious face, the little daughter-in-law comforted her and said, "Don't worry, it's not that there is no signal every day, it's just occasionally. It's windy tonight. When the sun comes out tomorrow and the wind stops, the signal will be good."

It seems that this is the only way to go, Jingya went back to the room sadly, at night, she saw Ye Beicheng in a dream, and he told her to come back early.

In the early morning, Jingya was woken up by the sound of talking outside. She got up and went to the window to see that the fishermen had already started fishing. Men, women and children rushed to the beach together, holding fishing tools in their hands. It was very lively.

She hurriedly dressed, washed up, chased to the beach with her camera, and then took a few photos of the fishermen. It was a year's plan to return to the morning. She wanted to share this bright morning with these hardworking people Fishermen make an eternal memorial.

The whole morning, Jingya was busy at the beach, so much so that she forgot to call Ye Beicheng back. When she remembered it at noon, the weather suddenly changed, it rained heavily, and the signal was cut off again...

Due to the weather, the fishermen couldn't go out, so they stayed at home and chatted. The young daughter-in-law took out a photo album, came to Jingya's room, and said with a smile, "Xiaoyu, don't be bored, let me show you the photos."

"Okay." Jingya took it with interest.

She carefully flipped through the profile. Although the people inside were unfamiliar, the friendly smile on their face was very familiar. It seemed that everyone here would have such a smile.

"Are these people from your same village?"

"correct."

"You guys seem to like group photos very much..." Jingya could see photos of the whole village taking group photos in different years, almost every two years.

"Yes, people in our village are very united and friendly, like a family."

Jingya turned to the last page, and it was still a group photo of the whole village. She was bored, so she took it out to look at every lovely fisherman. The photo was only seven inches in size, and thirty or forty people gathered together, which looked very crowded. People's faces are so small that they can hardly be seen clearly.

She lay flat on the bed, from left to right, glanced roughly like a horse on a horse, and when her gaze inadvertently fell to a sentimental face in the second row, she turned over and sat up, and fixed her gaze again, thinking that she was wrong. up...

How could it be her?
Jingya covered her mouth in shock, took the photo to the window, and reconfirmed that the familiar face was indeed... Yang Qianxue.

"Sister A Ling, who is this woman?"

She turned around hastily and asked the little daughter-in-law who was knitting a sweater.

A Ling put the sweater aside, took the photo in her hand, squinted her eyes to look at it, and said lightly: "This is Uncle Xiang's wife, Xiaoju."

Daisy?

Jingya deeply doubts whether her eyesight is blurred, or Yang Qianxue has twin sisters...

"Can you take me to see her?" she asked urgently.

A Ling sighed: "I can't see you anymore, she's gone."

"gone?"

Jingya was taken aback: "When you say you're gone, do you mean you're dead?"

"Of course not!" A Ling pointed to the chair beside her and said, "After you do it, I'll tell you the story of Xiaoju."

"Okay!" She couldn't wait for it.

"This little chrysanthemum is not from our place. She was rescued by Uncle Axiang from fishing a few years ago. At that time, she was dying. It was Uncle Axiang's wife who took care of her carefully and saved her life. It's just that woman When I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything, I didn’t remember my name, where I came from, so Uncle A Xiang had no choice but to leave her at home. Object, so, Aunt Ah Xiang made Xiaoju her daughter-in-law..."

"Wait a minute." Jingya stopped: "Since she doesn't know her own name, how did Xiaoju get her name?"

"Because she was brought to our village during the season when autumn chrysanthemums were in full bloom, so Uncle A Xiang named her Xiaoju."

It turned out that this was the case, Jingya was convinced that Xiaoju was Yang Qianxue, she was shocked, she never thought that Yang Qianxue had lived here...

A Ling continued: "Xiaoju is very gentle and obedient. Uncle Axiang's son is Dongzi, and he is also very kind to Xiaoju, so when Aunt Axiang proposed marriage, neither of them had any objections. It's done."

"Did Xiaoju give birth to a son later?" Jingya blurted out.

A Ling stared at her in surprise: "How do you know?"

"I...I guess."

"You guessed it right, Xiaoju did give birth to a son. Uncle Axiang's family was overjoyed, but no one expected that after two years of stable life, one day, Xiaoju's memory recovered, and she actually asked Go home and have a look, even though Uncle Axiang's family disagrees, fearing that she will not come back after she leaves, Xiaoju after recovering her memory is completely the same as the two kinds of personality before amnesia. An inhuman indifference."

"Is she still gone?" Jing Ya couldn't help but interjected.

"Yes, she left anyway. No matter how much Dongzi begged, she insisted on going home. On the day she left, Aunt Axiang cried like hell, but Xiaoju's heart was too cruel. She didn't care how sad Dongzi and Aunt Axiang were. Forget it, we even gave up our own son. Everyone in our village was very angry. During that time, Uncle Axiang's family had a very painful life. It was not until three months later that they recovered from the pain. "

Jingya sighed, she understood in her heart why Yang Qianxue insisted on leaving, it was naturally because she thought of the man she loved deeply, Ye Beicheng.

In this world, not every woman can give up what she doesn't want to give up for the sake of her child.

"Uncle Axiang's family is so pitiful." She sympathized with them from the bottom of her heart, and suddenly remembered something, and asked uncertainly, "Did Xiaoju come back later?"

This time, A Ling didn't speak for a long time, she just looked at her in amazement, and said for a long time: "How do you know everything? It's too powerful..."

Jingya smiled awkwardly: "I work in a magazine, so I have a rich imagination."

"It is indeed as you said. Xiaoju came back two months ago. Her appearance at that time made all of us unbelievable, because no one expected that she would come back after leaving. That day, she gave The whole village bought gifts, and there was a long-lost laughter from Uncle Axiang's house. Just when everyone thought that Xiaoju would stay in Fengmei Fishing Village wholeheartedly, she actually left again, and this time Even more ruthless, he took away Uncle Axiang's lifeblood, Xiao Yu'er..."

"Little fish?"

"It's Uncle Axiang's grandson."

Jingya suddenly realized: "That should be Dudu..."

"Toot? What toot?" A Ling asked suspiciously.

"Oh nothing, I'll just say whatever."

"Hey, the poor Uncle Axiang's family is heartbroken every day. Aunt Axiang was so angry that she lost her grandson and was bedridden. Uncle Axiang regretted that he saved a white-eyed wolf and accompanied his wife. Broken soldiers again!"

"Then they haven't thought about going out to find it?"

"Where can I find it? There is a sea of ​​people. For those of us who have never traveled far, it is not an easy task. Besides, Xiaoju will definitely not use the name Xiaoju again after recovering her memory, so it will be even more difficult to find... ..."

After Jingya listened to A Ling's story about Xiaoju, she felt as if she had knocked over a five-flavored bottle, feeling everything.

"Can you take me to Uncle Axiang's house?"

"Now?" A Ling looked at the torrential rain outside the window.

"En!" She couldn't wait to see that poor family.

"it is good."

Jingya took the raincoat that A Ling handed her, put it on twice and then followed her, walking along the path towards Uncle A Xiang's house.

(End of this chapter)