He raised his hands, and now he can hardly lift the chopsticks.
Chun Ya's father passed away a few years ago. Last year, the only adult left in the family also fell ill.
Because I had no money to see a doctor, the treatment was put on hold.
Originally, Chun Ya's father could still walk, but later his condition became more and more serious, and he could only lie in bed all day long.
The village chief hurried towards her, passed the dilapidated threshold, stood outside and took a look from a distance.
The woman lying on the bed had a sallow complexion and a worried look on her face, looking a little decadent.
Her son was sitting on the bed with her, with tears on his face.
The village chief's heart sank. It seemed that he really hadn't gotten the reward.
Chun Ya also came over, crying and saying, "Grandpa Village Chief, we didn't get the long ox, what should we do?"
The little girl cried pitifully, with tears and snot running down together, but even though she felt sad, she didn't dare to cry loudly.
This year, she has been the one supporting the family. At such a young age, she has already experienced all the hardships and joys of life.
The uncles and aunts in the village would sometimes help them, but they would still laugh at them in private.
They said her mother had rickets, and although she was not blessed with this, she still got it.
The sound of the girl sobbing rang in his ears, and the village chief felt a little impatient. What's the point of crying at this time, useless thing!
He felt anxious and uneasy, and suddenly thought of the man he was about to marry again. Could it be that he was the one who got her?
Restraining his irritation, the village chief comforted Chun Ya in a low voice, "It's okay, otherwise, you can wait another year."
"Next year, you and your younger brother must earnestly and devoutly worship the mountain god, so that he may grant you his eldest son."
Having received the promise from the village chief, Chun Ya nodded with tears in her eyes, her young face full of anticipation.
It must be that she was not pious enough when she worshipped the mountain god this time, so she did not pray for a long life.
After comforting Chun Ya, the village chief hurried to the man's home.
He felt vaguely uneasy. If that man got the hair, how would he handle it?
He asked Chun Ya and her brother to ask Chang Ni for help, of course he had his reasons.
Chun Ya's family only has a father-in-law lying on the bed, and no other relatives. She herself is still a child, and with a little coercion or inducement, she can hand over her eldest son.
But that man is a bit troublesome. The young man still has strength, but his old bones can't withstand any setbacks.
But to the village chief's disappointment, the man's family was not there either. On his way back, he suddenly felt tired.
After experiencing great joy and great sorrow, his old body could hardly bear it. Moreover, a guess had been lingering in his mind for a long time.
The village chief didn't want to think so, but he still thought so: Has the mountain god given up on them?
Otherwise, how could the monsters have been wreaking havoc in the village since a month ago, and no one prayed for longevity during this sacrifice?
This is the first time such a situation has occurred in the decades since he became village chief.
Once he thought about this, the idea of the village chief wanting to monopolize the eldest son was suddenly blown away by a gust of cool breeze.
The invisible cool breeze seemed to be mixed with snow, which made him feel a little cold, but at the moment, it was not winter yet.
As he walked on the road, the old man subconsciously looked up at the sky, with a faint feeling of sadness in his heart.
If the mountain god really gave up on them, what would they do in the future?
This matter would soon be known to the villagers. Thinking of this, the old man quickened his pace.
But as they walked, the village chief would still look up from time to time, his cloudy eyes filled with sadness.
Wushan still stands near the village, looking as mysterious and majestic as ever.
But he knew that something was different.
There seemed to be an extremely thin and long thread connecting the village and Wushan Mountain, but it was cut yesterday.
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