Chapter 159
“Knock knock knock…”
“Knock knock knock knock…”
It always gets dark early in late autumn. By dinner time, it was completely dark. The rapid knocking on the door gave people a very ominous feeling.
Jiaojiao, who was wiping his mouth after dinner, turned his head to look out the window, climbed down from the kang and was about to open the door for someone. Yin Zheng grabbed his collar and pulled him over from the kang, said "Sit down" and stood up to open the door.
Old Wang fell on the way here and lost one of her shoes. Her face and clothes were covered in mud, her messy hair was covered with drizzle, and she looked very disheveled.
Yin Zheng frowned slightly as his eyes fell on her. He didn't understand what could have happened that could make Old Wang come to him in such a state?
Old Wang barely caught her breath before she hurriedly said, "Yin boy, help, help!"
Help?
What life can he save?
"You're wrong. It wasn't you who saved her. It was Jiaojiao, that little kid Jiaojiao!"
Bright!
Yin Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly darkened. The look he gave Old Wang was very intimidating, almost revealing a kind of bestiality.
The rain in the cold night was getting heavier, and the sound of raindrops falling on the eaves made people feel uneasy for some unknown reason.
Inside the room, Chen's voice grew weaker and weaker, contrasted by Li Si's increasingly stern voice: "Don't sleep, wake up, listen to me, push harder, hurry up!"
"Changyuan, go make some sugar water! Your wife is exhausted! Hurry up!"
Upon hearing this, Li Da outside the house rushed into the kitchen in panic, almost falling down several times. After entering the kitchen, he looked at the empty kitchen that he could see to the bottom at a glance. He stood there at a loss for a while, then hurriedly and clumsily started to turn the jar over. While turning it over, his hands were shaking with panic, and he almost broke the jar several times.
He dug out a small bag of broken rice and half a bag of bran. Apart from these, there were some dried wild vegetables. As for malt sugar, there was no such thing.
Li Da continued to search for a long time with his head down. Listening to Aunt Li Si's urging voice and his wife's increasingly weak screams in the room, he became more and more panicked. The more panicked he became, the more his hands trembled as he searched for things. With a "bang", he broke an earthenware jar.
Li Da suddenly collapsed and slapped himself a few times, then squatted on the ground and frantically picked up broken tiles, his eyes full of bloodshot.
No! There is no malt sugar at home!
He knew this but still kept searching because he didn't know what else he could do.
Feng came in and saw him like this. She didn't say anything, but quickly rolled up her sleeves and scooped water from the pot. "Brother, don't squat there, light the fire for me. I must be hungry after giving birth for so long. If we don't have sugar, we can cook some wild vegetables and some broken rice. It will at least give us some strength."
"Oh, okay!" Li Da reacted, lifted up his clothes to wipe his tears, and hurried over to light the fire.
When Mrs. Feng came out with the wild vegetables, Mrs. Wang rushed back.
Seeing Old Wang's miserable appearance, Zhao and Feng were both startled: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Li Gensheng saw Old Wang's appearance clearly, and the pipe in his hand fell to the ground. He didn't bother to pick it up, and his hands, covered with wrinkles and black mud, trembled slightly: "Old woman, what's wrong with you?"
Old Mrs. Wang waved her hand and ignored them. She took the wild vegetable porridge from Mrs. Wang's hand and hurried into the house.
Chen drank a bowl of wild vegetable porridge intermittently four times before finishing it. When she took the empty bowl, Old Wang avoided Aunt Li Si and stuffed a piece of malt candy into Chen's mouth.
This piece of malt candy was given by Jiaojiao. Yin Zheng did not agree with Old Wang taking Jiaojiao to the village chief's house. No matter what she said or how she begged, he would not agree.
Although Yin Zheng was slow-witted, he could still notice something unusual about Jiaojiao since the locusts deliberately avoided the camphor tree in the yard and the two acres of land at home.
Although Old Mrs. Wang said that it was a blessing, Yin Zheng did not want Jiaojiao's so-called blessing to be exposed to anyone.
Although he didn't know what would happen if Jiaojiao's abnormality was exposed, his instinct drove him to hide Jiaojiao, and Yin Zheng always believed in his instincts.
The moment he realized that Old Wang knew that Jiaojiao was abnormal, he wanted to kill her.
Yin Zheng is indeed a monster like Yin Dazhu and others. He has no empathy and no awe. In his eyes, killing people is no different from killing chickens. Death and blood do not scare him, so there is no psychological barrier for him to kill someone he is not familiar with.
But before Yin Zheng could make a move, Jiaojiao poked her head out of the window, waved her little paws at Old Wang, and greeted her in a childish voice, imitating the village adults: "Grandma Wang, have you eaten?"
Yin Zheng's gaze fell on Jiaojiao who was sticking his head out of the window. Looking at her clear and bright eyes, he was silent for a moment, then stepped forward, carried Jiaojiao out of the window and held her in his arms.
Jiaojiao, who felt a little cold after coming out of the house, huddled in his father's arms. Seeing this, Yin Zheng hugged him and turned back into the house, followed by Old Wang.
For some reason, Old Wang was inexplicably a little scared of Yin Zheng at the moment. She didn't even dare to look at him as he sat on the kang. She only kept her eyes fixed on Jiaojiao who was sitting in Yin Zheng's arms.
Her actions made Yin Zheng's gaze, which was staring at her, even colder.
Yin Zheng disagreed with Jiaojiao going to the village chief's house, but Jiaojiao was an absolute supporter of her father. If her father said she didn't want to go to the village chief's grandfather's house, then Jiaojiao wouldn't go.
But knowing that Aunt Chen was about to give birth, Jiaojiao lowered her head and took out a piece of candy from her pocket, stretched out her hand and handed it to Old Wang: "Give it to Aunt Chen's brother."
Unable to change Yin Zheng's wishes, Old Wang took the candy and bent over to look at Jiaojiao. There was a hint of pleading in her old, cloudy eyes: "Good child, can you, can you say something good about your Aunt Chen?"
“?” Jiaojiao tilted her head.
"Just tell me, just tell me, just tell me that your Aunt Chen and her child are safe, okay?"
"Don't cry, Grandma Wang." Jiaojiao stretched out her little hand to wipe the tears that unconsciously fell from the corners of Old Wang's eyes, and said childishly and seriously: "Aunt Chen and her child will be safe. Aunt Chen and my brother will be fine."
The moment these words came out of Jiaojiao's mouth, Old Wang burst into tears. She clenched the candy in her hand and walked out tremblingly.
This is the only thing she can do! This is the only thing she can do for her daughter-in-law and her unborn grandson!
The rest... depends on fate...
"Dad, is giving birth dangerous?" Jiaojiao looked up and asked her father after Old Wang left.
Yin Zheng touched his head and gently smoothed out the messy hair on top of his head: "Yeah, it's very dangerous!"
"Will it hurt?"
"meeting!"
Jiaojiao wrinkled her nose, climbed up from her father's arms, turned around and hugged her father's neck: "Dad."
"Hmm?" Yin Zheng turned his head to look at him.
"Dad, please don't be angry with Jiaojiao, okay?"
Yin Zheng was puzzled. He sensed Jiaojiao's low mood and reached out to gently stroke his thin, young back. "Why are you angry?"
"Daddy is so sad because Jiaojiao is not well behaved." Jiaojiao said seriously, with a strong sense of apology and a barely perceptible cry in her little voice.
Yin Zheng didn't understand Jiaojiao's sudden change of mood. After carefully going over what he had just said, he still didn't understand. He patted Jiaojiao's back and frowned, thinking carefully, what could have made Jiaojiao feel that he was not well behaved and hurt him?
As he was thinking, Yin Zheng suddenly remembered the day Jiaojiao asked him if he came out of his belly, and he nodded...
Yin Zheng blinked and stiffly looked down at Jiaojiao in his arms. If Jiaojiao's sudden change of mood came from hearing that childbirth would be painful, then the thing that made Jiaojiao feel that she was not being obedient and that caused him pain was...
Yin Zheng couldn't find the right words to describe his feelings for a moment and could only remain silent.
The cold wind howled outside. Yin Zheng, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "I won't be angry with you!"
There was helplessness in his eyes, but his face had an expression that could almost be called gentle. The slightest movement of his face brought out the scar on his left cheek that ran from the tip of his eyebrow through his jaw. The softness of his eyebrow and eye corners contrasted with the scar on his left cheek, making him look even more ferocious and cruel, which was incompatible with the young and tender child in his arms.
Yin Zheng raised his hand and touched the back of Jiaojiao's round head, repeating, "I won't be angry with Jiaojiao!"
"Why?" Jiaojiao raised her head from her father's shoulder.
"No reason?"
"But Jiaojiao was naughty and did something wrong?"
"Jiaojiao is right and she will not do anything wrong!" Yin Zheng's face did not show much emotion, and there was a sense of seriousness in his dark eyes. He believed this from the bottom of his heart.
"Huh?" Jiaojiao scratched her face, her confused eyes full of confusion. Is that so? Jiaojiao can't do anything wrong. Is Jiaojiao really that powerful?
Confused, Jiaojiao shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He sat on his own little stool, bent over and carefully rolled up his trouser legs. After rolling them up, he put his feet into the wooden basin, one foot on his father's instep, and the other foot carefully dipped into the water to test the temperature.
The water was not hot, so Jiaojiao put her feet into the water with confidence.
Jiaojiao's feet were very small, not only white and plump, but also had a faint pink tint on her nails. Against this background, Yin Zheng's wheat-colored feet with faint scars and thick calluses looked a bit ugly.
Jiaojiao splashed some water on the instep of her father's feet with her feet, and then rubbed her father's instep with her two little feet.
Yin Zheng sat stiffly, not daring to move. The strength in his feet was always not as precise as that in his hands. He was afraid that he might accidentally break Jiaojiao's toes.
It is very comfortable to soak your feet when the weather is cold. Yin Zheng didn’t have this habit before, but now because he has to accompany Jiaojiao, he has gradually gotten used to soaking his feet before going to bed.
The wind was blowing coldly outside, and most of the villagers had gone to bed in the dark. Only the village chief's family still had the oil lamp lit, waiting anxiously.
Chen on the bed fainted and woke up again from the pain, but she could not give birth to the child. It was late autumn and her whole body was soaked in sweat. Strands of hair stuck to her face and neck. Chen bit off a piece of meat from her mouth. The smell of blood mixed with the remaining sugar in her mouth made her a little more sober.
She clutched the quilt tightly, thinking that even if she lost her life, she had to give birth to the child first. She endured the blackness in front of her eyes and listened to Aunt Li Si's words while trying hard.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death are enduring phenomena in every world. However, rewriting the life of a doomed individual or resurrecting a deceased person is a forbidden zone. Aside from the world consciousness and gods of this world, no gods or world consciousnesses from other worlds can challenge the rules set by this world consciousness.
To touch the rules of other worlds is equivalent to declaring war on the world consciousness of that world!
But Jiaojiao is an exception.
Each world was already millions of years old when it was first created, and in their eyes, Jiaojiao, a fellow creature who was not even a hundred years old, was like a premature and overly weak cub.
They had never seen such a small cub before, so they couldn't help but subconsciously take care of the little cub that had an accident, and thus gave the willful cub the authority to do whatever it wanted in their world.
This world's consciousness glanced at the sleeping Jiaojiao, gently touched his chubby cheek, and then happily retracted its tentacles. If any consciousness from another world had glanced towards this world at this moment, they would have seen a strange consciousness covered in pink bubbles.
This world consciousness covered with tentacles shook its body gently, as if it regarded its own world as a large cradle for sleeping.
As his gaze shifted to Jiaojiao, he inevitably heard Chen's cries of pain and screams. He tilted his head, remembering that he needed to grant another authority over life. The temporary authority he had granted Jiaojiao had already expired. Unwilling to bother, he simply removed a section of his tentacle and quietly placed it in Jiaojiao's hand, poking the fleshy dimple on the back of her hand.
The tentacle fell into Jiaojiao's hand and turned into a small red mole that melted into the palm of her hand. If you magnify the mole, you can see that it is a number of divine patterns that are ancient, long and extremely complicated. People will feel dizzy and want to vomit if they look closely, and may even die for peeping into the existence that cannot be peeped into.
He gave Jiaojiao a part of his body, established a connection with Jiaojiao, and allowed Jiaojiao to share his authority when she was in his world.
When the red mole fell into Jiaojiao's hands, Chen, who had originally lost all her strength, suddenly felt a surge of strength in her body. She gritted her teeth and at Aunt Li Si's shout of "harder", she exerted a strong force, rolled her eyes and finally gave birth to the child. She didn't have time to ask whether it was a boy or a girl before her eyes went dark and she fainted.
Aunt Li Si picked up the baby, who was covered in blood, and slapped him on the buttocks with a "Pa!" sound. After a long while, the baby finally cried out "Wa". Her face lit up with joy: "It's a boy. Although the crying is a little soft, he can be raised well."
Hearing this, Old Mrs. Wang sat down on the ground exhausted, and her wrinkles could not hide the joy on her face.
Aunt Chen gave birth to a younger brother.
The next day, Jiaojiao looked at the baby that Old Wang had wrapped tightly and quietly brought to her for a long time before saying, "My little brother's face is so red and wrinkled, just like the village chief grandfather..."
Old Wang smiled and said, "Babies are always like this when they are just born."
Jiaojiao looked up at her father: "Was Jiaojiao like this when she was a child?"
Yin Zheng glanced at Jiaojiao, then at the little kid, and shook his head firmly: "No!"
His baby is so fair and tender, it’s impossible for him to be the same as this monkey-like baby!
Even when they are just born, it is impossible!
Yin Zheng thought so firmly.
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