Chapter 22 Chapter 22 The Cursed Mohele Doll (I) ^^…
Duan Zhiwei had been wary of the strange-looking Mohelo doll these past two days, so his first reaction was to look at the Mohelo.
Due to the Qiqiao Festival, the price of the Mohele dolls on the market recently started at two strings of silver. However, they were easily picked up by Pu Tao. This is totally unreasonable. What's the difference between this and picking up a piece of gold while walking on the road?
The Mohele doll is wearing a green gauze skirt, holding a lotus leaf in her hand, and smiling without moving. There doesn't seem to be anything unusual.
Duan Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief, blaming himself for having watched too many modern horror doll movies, which led to his overly suspicious nature. She lowered her head again and looked at the Jinhua cat that was happily eating dried fish with doubt in her eyes. The cat quickly shook its head at her.
Ah Pan was still reliable. She looked around carefully and calmly, and said, "The sound seems to be coming from the incense table."
On the incense table there was only a plate of Qiqiao fruit, cold fruits that had been soaking in well water for a day, a colorful paper incense bridge and a vase of flowers.
Ah Pan hesitated and said, "The sound seems to come from the papaya."
Duan Zhiwei also looked at the bright orange papaya on the plate, but he couldn't believe that the papaya had become a spirit.
"It's not Papaya, it's me." A childish voice came from Papaya again.
When everyone got closer to take a look, they saw a spider the size of a rice grain lying on the papaya and weaving a web. Pu Tao scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "I secretly put the spider on the papaya."
The happy spider is willing to weave a web on fruits and vegetables, and the first person who sees the web will have good luck and good fortune for the whole year.
It can’t be...a spider talking, Duan Zhiwei comforted himself.
The next second, the spider that was spinning a web turned around, rubbed its feet and said, "Yes, it's me."
Before Duan Zhiwei could react, he heard a cry and Zhen Hui, who was standing at the back, fainted. Duan Zhiwei quickly ordered Aunt Duan and Ah Pan to carry Zhen Hui back to the room. Aunt Duan supported him and complained dissatisfiedly: "What a useless scholar! When I was young, I met Jiang Chan on the river..."
Duan Zhiwei urged Pu Tao to go back to her room, but Pu Tao grabbed her sleeve tightly and said stubbornly: "I will live and die with you!"
Duan Zhiwei wiped his sweat and said, "It's not that exaggerated."
During the conversation, the little spider quickly slid from the incense table along the table leg to the ground, and then a light pink halo began to emanate from its body. The spider's figure gradually became blurred, and its eight claws began to slowly lengthen into human limbs, and its rough brown surface became smooth and delicate human skin.
After a while, a little girl about the same age as Pu Tao, with smiling eyes, walked out from the halo. She was wearing a light pink skirt, swaying slightly in the summer breeze.
Her hair was combed into two cute little buns, and she wore a small peach blossom hairpin in her hair. Her little face was rosy, her eyes were big and bright, and her nose was small and slightly upturned. She was very cute and looked no different from a human child.
Except for the two pairs of brown legs extending out from her back, which were no different from the legs of a spider, there were some white spider silk hanging between each pair of legs.
The spider skillfully picked up a Qiqiao fruit with the legs on its back and handed it to its mouth, muttering, "I've wanted to try it for a long time, but unfortunately I didn't come to Qiqiao a few days ago, and the power of Vega was not enough to transform into a human form."
Aunt Duan, who had just sent Zhen Hui to the warehouse, came out of the room while complaining. When she saw the four hairy spider legs on the back of the spider, she let out an "ow", rolled her eyes and fainted.
Several people were busy again and carried the unconscious Aunt Duan into the room.
The spider scratched its head in embarrassment: "I am young and not proficient in magic. Four of my eight legs have turned into hands and feet. I don't know what to do with the other four. I can only transform them into my back."
After eating the Qiqiao fruit, she wiped the crumbs from her mouth, and solemnly clasped her hands in greeting to the stunned Duan Zhiwei and Pu Tao, saying, "My name is Zhu Niang. It is thanks to Pu Niang's care that I was able to recover my vitality and transform into a human form."
It was the first time that Pu Tao was solemnly addressed as Pu Niangzi. She was very pleased and waved her hands like an adult: "You're welcome."
Zhu Niang said seriously: "This lotus leaf porridge cannot be eaten. Someone has poisoned it." She pointed to the Mohele doll that was holding a lotus obediently on the incense table.
The baby suddenly moved, then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and ran towards the back door, but was caught by the Jinhua cat lying on the eaves.
Mohele had no choice but to kneel back down on the incense table and said, "I was wrong."
Zhu Niang put her hands on her hips and said, "You almost threw Aunt Duan into the well when you first arrived that day."
"It was just an accident. I just wanted her to let go. I didn't mean for her to slip. Besides, I fell into the well myself."
Zhu Niang continued to ask: "Then you stood at the door of Madam Duan's bedroom in the middle of the night, didn't you just want to scare her?"
"I just wanted to scare her a little bit, but this old lady was so stingy that she didn't even want to light the oil lamp. Not only did she not see me, she even stepped on my head."
"No wonder I felt weird when I got up the night before." Duan Zhiwei silently sympathized with her and asked, "What about the lotus leaf porridge?"
Mohele lowered his head and said: "A little bit of mint powder will make you sneeze all night long."
Duan Zhiwei was very dissatisfied: "Pu Tao is so good to you, but you treat us like this."
Mohele wiped her eyes and said, "I had no choice." Then she sat down and began to tell her story:
"A long time ago, there was a famous clay figurine master who was best at making Mohelo dolls. Most of the Mohelo dolls he made looked smart and cute, and lifelike, so many people ordered them. One day, he got tired of making the standard Mohelo dolls, so he drew a different doll with smiling eyes on a whim."
Mohele paused and said with difficulty: "That doll is me. For a long time, I have always longed to be taken home happily and cherished by a lady like my companions. But I am a different doll. Every guest will notice me first, then marvel at me, shake their heads, and take the Mohele that is made according to the rules."
After a long time, after countless expectations and losses. Finally, a Silla man saw that Mohele was very beautiful and wanted to take her back to his country. With endless expectations, Mohele followed the Silla man on board the ship. As a result, a big storm suddenly arose on the sea, the ship sank, and Mohele was swallowed by a big fish in the sea.
An unknown amount of time had passed, or how long she had stayed in the dark belly of the fish. Finally, the big fish was salvaged by fishermen. The fishermen opened the belly of the fish and found her. Mo Hele was able to see the light of day again.
The fisherman's youngest son got bored of the doll after playing with her for a few days and threw her on the beach. Mohelo was baked by the scorching sun and eroded by the salty sea breeze every day, and became more and more sad.
The fishermen drying salt on the beach ignored her, and the stray dogs sniffed at her and walked away wagging their tails.
Mohelu's heart became desperate, fragmented and broken. She could no longer feel the ability to love. She no longer expected anyone to love her and thought that her life would be like this.
But after waiting for so long, a pair of weathered and warm hands picked her up.
She was an old lady with a kind face. She and her little granddaughter depended on each other for survival. After picking up Mohele, she sold the wheat she had harvested for a year and exchanged the money for copper coins to find a puppet maker to repaint Mohele's cracked body.
Then the grandmother-in-law and her little granddaughter sewed a small dress for her with floral fabrics under the bright moonlight, and the Mohele doll was transformed into a brand new look.
That was the happiest time for Mohele. The old lady took her granddaughter to pick up firewood in Zhongnan Mountain, and Mohele followed behind to pick up branches. When the old lady burned the picked up firewood into charcoal at home, Mohele would lie on her shoulder to watch, and his face would be blackened by the smoke.
The mother-in-law would lovingly wipe Mohele's face and say, "My dear, are you doing well in our home? Are you happy?"
Mohele was wearing a floral cotton coat that her grandmother had stayed up late to sew for her, and it was exactly the same as the one her granddaughter was wearing. She nodded vigorously.
Unfortunately, happy times are always so short. Not long after, on a snowy night, the little granddaughter suddenly fell ill.
Before the curfew that day, my mother-in-law ran to the monastery in the snowy night to ask for the store to open its doors. She also had to take a special letter to ask for a doctor. I don't know how many times she fell in the snow or how long she cried. The tears on her face turned into frost.
By the time the head of the borough government approved the opening of the gate, it was already daybreak. The doctor finally rushed to the grandmother's house through the snow carrying his medicine box, but the little granddaughter was already dead.
At this point, Zhu Niang and Pu Tao began to sob. Duan Zhiwei also felt sad. He wiped his tears with his sleeve and asked, "What happened next?"
From then on, my mother-in-law's health deteriorated rapidly. She would sit in the yard all day, holding her granddaughter's floral dress, watching the sunrise and sunset.
The day before the Qiqiao Festival, the grandmother once again picked up Mohele with her calloused hands and asked, "My child, are you happy to be born in our family?"
Then she changed Mohele into a tattered gray linen shirt and hobbled a long way. Mohele was placed under an old tree, and soon it was picked up by Pu Tao.
Mohele knelt on the incense table and bowed to Duan Zhiwei and the others to apologize: "Although I am very rude and have brought a lot of unhappiness to you, my life as a demon has been rough. I must be a cursed Mohele doll. I created all this trouble because I want you to throw me away. I will go to see my mother-in-law again. If I make sure she is doing well, I will disperse my demon power and will not bring disaster to others again."
The two children had already started to cry loudly. Duan Zhiwei decided to help her, so he discussed with Mo Hele: "It's curfew tonight. Tomorrow I will drive the donkey cart to take you to see how grandma is doing."
Mohele was overjoyed and thanked Duan Zhiwei: "Thank you for not holding a grudge against me. If you need me in the future, please let me know."
Duan Zhiwei helplessly pointed at Zhu Niang and Pu Tao who were still crying: "Then help me comfort them."
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