By Jiaojiao's generation, it was exactly the 27th generation. Unfortunately, before the Feng family could find a new fortune teller to lead them in reviving the family, they were first slaughtered.
The Feng family differed from other aristocratic families in that its matriarch was a woman. Due to the Feng family's unique characteristics, their matriarchs had served as court ladies for generations. However, for unknown reasons, during Jiaojiao's generation, a group of men suddenly surrounded the Feng family, claiming to have received an imperial decree demanding their capture.
In the chaos, someone discovered a leak somewhere, and no one paid attention. By the time they realized it, the fire was already spreading. In the flames, the Feng family's fortune, accumulated over decades, was reduced to ashes.
Feng Jiaojiao remembered that she and the clan leader were in the clan ancestral hall, where tablets of the Feng family's ancient ancestors and generations of ancestors were enshrined. Her bloodline had just awakened, and the clan leader was performing an awakening ceremony for her in the hall.
She knelt in the ancestral hall as the clan leader inserted a silver needle between her eyebrows. When the needle was withdrawn, a drop of bright red blood oozed out. At that moment, a sudden commotion broke out outside, and someone hurried in, shouting, "It's a fire!"
Jiaojiao was anxious and was about to get up and go out to find out what was going on, but the patriarch just sat there motionless.
"No need to look." The clan leader's voice was a little hoarse, "Everything is destined. I saw it when I was fortune-telling a few days ago."
Jiaojiao looked at the patriarch in surprise.
"Our ancestors once said that by the 27th generation of our Feng family, a very powerful fortune teller will appear. This person will lead the Feng family back to glory."
Jiaojiao knew this sentence, and every woman in the Feng family knew it. They had heard it since they were young.
The patriarch continued, "But she also said something that none of you know."
"By then, the Feng family will face genocide. When the new fortune teller's bloodline awakens, the Feng family will be annihilated."
In the dim ancestral hall, the clan leader sat on a cushion with a very calm expression on his face.
Jiaojiao opened her mouth in shock, and it took her a while to find her voice: "But... if the Feng family is wiped out, how can we talk about restoring its glory?"
The clan leader suddenly opened his eyes, a look of determination in his eyes: "Because, the Feng family has you! As long as one person survives, the Feng family will continue to exist for hundreds, even thousands of years!"
Jiaojiao looked at the clan leader, and suddenly a series of images flashed before her eyes. She saw the clan leader lying in a pool of blood, and saw hundreds of members of the Feng family, young and old, being arrested...
She looked at the clan leader in horror. The latter asked calmly, "Did you see something? It seems your ability is indeed much greater than ours. You can see the future without divination."
At this point, she smiled faintly: "No wonder! No wonder..."
The door to the ancestral hall was kicked open. Feng Jiaojiao immediately turned around to see a blinding beam of light streaming into the hall from outside. The person, dressed in green, stood in the light. Feng Jiaojiao couldn't see his face, but she could tell he was tall and slender, and every gesture exuded a fierceness.
"Fengshang Food, let's go!"
The clan leader said to the visitor, "Thank you for your hard work, but I can't leave. You take Jiaojiao with you!"
"Chief?!" Jiaojiao turned to look at the chief. She quickly crawled over to him on her knees. "Chief, come with us. If you don't leave, I won't leave either!"
"Go, it's okay if you disappear alone, but I can't leave. You are now shouldering the responsibility of our entire family, so go." The patriarch said and closed his eyes.
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Old Lady Feng was delighted to have a great-granddaughter, and the whole village soon knew about it. The next morning, Old Lady Feng did not go out to the fields, but got up early in the morning and started babbling with the little baby in the yard.
"Hey, Grandma Feng, is your daughter Shui Xiusheng here?" Someone standing outside the fence spoke to Grandma Feng.
The villagers usually didn't go to the west end of the village except to collect firewood. The main road and fields were all on the east side of the village, and the west end of the village was a mountain.
Old Lady Feng saw that it was Wang Guifen, the village's gossipmonger. She was warm and kind-hearted, but her only flaw was her gossipmongering—anything she knew would quickly spread throughout the village.
"Guifen, why did you think of going west?" Old Mrs. Feng did not answer Wang Guifen, but asked her why she came first.
Wang Guifen said with a smile, "I was worried that Shuixiu would give birth soon, so I came to check it out. Now I see she's really given birth. Is it a boy or a girl?"
Old Lady Feng asked Wang Guifen to come in and held her great-granddaughter in her arms to show her: "Little girl, look!"
"Oh, this baby will definitely be handsome when he grows up. Look at the beauty mole between his eyebrows, right? Oh, how rare!" Wang Guifen looked at the baby in Grandma Feng's arms and couldn't help but praise him.
Old Lady Feng was so happy that her teeth were visible and her eyes were not: "That's right, I have delivered so many babies, but this is the first one with a mole between the eyebrows."
Wang Guifen praised Jiaojiao again, chatted with Old Lady Feng for a while, and then went home to cook. In a short while, everyone in the village knew that Old Lady Feng had given birth to a baby girl. The baby girl looked very special, with a beauty mole between her eyebrows.
After Wang Guifen left, Old Lady Feng carried Jiaojiao back into the house.
"The sun is about to rise, it can't burn us down." Old Lady Feng muttered, "Lotus, please pour some water in the house later, otherwise it will be too hot and the child won't be able to bear it."
Lianhua wiped the sweat from her forehead and poured a bucket of water into the water tank. She always went to fetch two buckets of water every morning when it was cool, so that she would have enough water for the day.
Lianhua sprinkled water in the house and brought two basins of cold water into the house.
Jiaojiao lay in Old Lady Feng's arms, bubbling with boredom. There were only three women in this household: her mother in this body, who spoke softly. The old woman holding her, who spoke with a powerful voice. And the third, "Lotus," who was probably her aunt in this body, spoke with a clear, bright voice. It was unknown if all the men in this household were dead or away.
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