Inside the transparent barrier.
There was a drizzle, and a breeze mixed with the drizzle was diffused in the air. In the distance, the mountains were dark green and the water was clear. Houses rose one after another and stretched into the distance, appearing and disappearing in the hazy water vapor.
It was spring, and the farmers were busy working in the fields. The women squatted by the river with their vegetable baskets or clothes, talking about the funeral that everyone in the village knew about.
"Alas, the village chief died pitifully, leaving behind a skinny young man who can't carry anything, can't farm, and can't go to school. How can he survive?"
"His father died tragically, yet Aunt Wang brought half a chicken over yesterday." The woman with the scarf rolled her eyes and lowered her voice. "If you ask me, her family couldn't even eat a piece of meat during the New Year, and yet they were willing to give the chicken away... Tsk tsk, that kid looks..."
"That poor fellow can't even cook?"
"Okay, stop talking." Someone couldn't stand it any longer. "Auntie Zhang, I'm not saying anything bad, but the village chief has helped us a lot. If he hadn't gone out to complain to the authorities, that group of bandits would have come to the village long ago. The village chief died tragically, so at least you are half a benefactor. Why are you making up stories about his son like this?"
Aunt Zhang also had a bad temper. She glared and stood up, clutching a green vegetable in her hand: "His father was hacked to death by bandits! How does that have anything to do with me?"
"If it weren't for that sickly guy gasping for breath every two steps, his father wouldn't have died!"
She danced with the wild vegetables in her hands vigorously: "I work in the fields every day. If those bandits come over, I'll chop them up with a kitchen knife! Who wants that old man's help? He deserves it!"
Aunt Zhang is a well-known shrew in the village. She has the same character as her husband Zhang Sangun. She likes to take advantage of small gains and do all kinds of sneaky things. She has been warned by the village chief many times and has always looked down on the village chief's son Zhu Yuanqing, who is like a weak scholar.
She stood with her hands on her hips and her back to the village entrance, so she naturally did not see the sickly person she called walking towards her step by step. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she raised her voice even louder.
Several women looked like they were waiting for a good show.
An oil-paper umbrella with a painting of green bamboo passed by gracefully, her white clothes fluttering, her black hair tied with a snow-white ribbon, and the umbrella tilted, revealing a face that was more beautiful than on this rainy day.
What is surprising is that on this extremely soft face, there is a bright and seductive red mole on the forehead!
Zhu Yuanqing's eyes swept across the faces that were enjoying the show. His chest, which had been stuffy, shook. The fingers holding the umbrella handle unconsciously clenched, but his face showed no abnormality.
"Aunt Zhang." His eyes curved slightly, his expression was gentle, but his voice was extremely cold.
Zhu Yuanqing watched the woman who had been showing off just now turn her head, her neck twisting stiffly, and her voice became gentler: "The vegetable bowl fell."
When Aunt Zhang turned around, she saw that her wooden basin was floating on the water, but it had already drifted away!
"Oh!" she cried, "my basin!"
Zhu Yuanqing and the others nodded, holding umbrellas and walking towards home step by step.
He was carrying a medicine basket, which contained all his belongings, a small bag of copper coins, half a piece of chicken, and half a basket of medicinal herbs.
The medicinal herbs can be sold for money, which can barely sustain his life for a day or two.
In Zhu Yuanqing's memory, he had lived in this village since he was a child. Because the red mole between his eyebrows was considered an ominous sign, he could not pass the imperial examinations. Recruiters were afraid of his bad reputation of killing his mother and did not dare to hire him. He could only make a living by doing small things on weekdays.
Sometimes he wondered if he could cover up the red mole and leave here, but the thought would disappear in a moment, as if it had never existed.
Zhu Yuanqing's home is the only thatched house in the village. It is hard to imagine that this is the house of the village chief.
After entering the house, he lit a stick of incense for his father. As usual, he tidied up the table, which was completely different from the one he set out before leaving. He took out a small earthenware jar from the corner, which contained half a jar of porridge left over from the morning.
As for the chicken, that'll have to be saved for tomorrow.
The porridge had already gone cold, but fortunately it was early spring and the taste hadn't changed yet.
Zhu Yuanqing drank the cold porridge with a normal expression, tidied up the bed that had been messed up by someone again, covered himself with a thin quilt and closed his eyes.
This has become the norm since the death of the village chief.
In the middle of the night, Zhu Yuanqing was awakened by the cold wind coming in from outside. He curled up in the quilt, touched the red mole on his forehead, and there was an indelible sadness between his brows.
In the darkness that ordinary people cannot see clearly, large swathes of demonic energy surrounded the person on the bed, trying their best to drill into his body, but were blocked by the golden light emitted from the red mole.
Looking around, the entire village was shrouded in demonic energy, especially this dilapidated thatched house, which was even more densely inky in color.
The red mole's resistance never stopped, but the golden light around Zhu Yuanqing weakened slightly, almost imperceptibly.
It's okay, it's okay...
At least Aunt Wang next door still remembers my father and what he did. Not all people in this village are indifferent bystanders. There are also people who are worth paying for.
However, this only thought that supported him completely disappeared the moment he drank the cup of tea handed to him by Aunt Wang a few days later.
He felt powerless all over and watched the usually friendly Aunt Wang go out happily to call people. He saw many faces that were extremely familiar but now extremely disgusting.
There was a young man who borrowed money from the village chief to go to school, a man who cried and shouted about how hard it was to escape taxes, and an old woman who was pushed away from the knife of a bandit by the village chief...
He was still in mourning, but those people put a red veil on him, wrapped him in a wedding robe, and carried him to the best house in the village.
It is said that the owner of the house was a hunter who went into the mountains and died years ago.
Zhu Yuanqing was wearing a veil and could not see the people around her, but she could feel the coming and going of people and hear their noisy voices.
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