Chapter 89 A Legend
Thinking of this, Lu Jingheng felt much better. An unnatural smile appeared on his face, and his eyes did not move as he looked at Bai Yangfan.
Bai Yangfan, who had been keeping an eye on the man out of the corner of his eye, yawned deliberately and looked tired, just to remind him that it was time to leave.
"Yangfan! Are you tired? Are you dizzy from memorizing the books? Do you want me to massage your head?" The ignorant Lu Jingheng put down the book in his hand, stood up and wanted to reach out to press Bai Yangfan's temples.
She glared angrily and spat out three words coldly: "Get out!"
Knowing that he had gotten into trouble tonight, Lu Jingheng didn't dare to pester him anymore. He nodded and said with a smile, "Okay! I'll leave, you have a good rest. I've sent someone to keep an eye on that person, and I'll be notified as soon as he makes any move."
After saying this, he left without any further delay.
Unexpectedly, the next day, he was slapped in the face.
Why?
Because the man called "Mule" came again, still exchanging chicken, duck and goose feathers, but there was an extra basket, which contained many needles, threads, thimbles, knitting needles, wire hairpins, buttons and hair ties and so on.
It attracted a large group of old people, women and children to gather around him and watch.
The people who were monitoring him naturally followed as well, but they didn't dare to talk to Lu Jingheng. They just stared at the man from a distance and could do nothing else.
Bai Yangfan felt very strange when he saw him appear, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt relieved.
My guess was correct. This person probably didn't know what secrets were hidden in the mountains of Liujia Village. He frequently appeared in Liujia Village, probably because he wanted to find out something.
What exactly does he want to know?
Seeing that man chatting animatedly with the elderly and women in the village, Lu Jingheng guessed something, but he didn't ask Bai Yangfan, for fear that she was still angry with him and would ignore him even if he asked.
He stayed in the village until the sun was about to set, and then the man left with his load on his shoulder.
On the third day, he returned with a large rattle, shaking it with a "dong dong" sound, and offering cigarettes to some elderly people. These were not cut tobacco from the leaves grown in his own fields, but whole packs of cigarettes.
The first month of the lunar year had just passed and there was not much work to do in the fields. In addition, it was rainy all year round, so the older people basically did not go out to work and stayed at home. Only some young people were assigned to do odd jobs in the fields.
This man had been in Liujia Village for three days, and everyone had become familiar with him, and they were talking to him more casually.
After saluting everyone in turn, the man began to chat with everyone. Sometimes he was talking and everyone was listening, and sometimes everyone was talking and he pricked up his ears to listen.
I don’t know how it happened, but it ended up in the deep mountains of Liujia Village.
The mule deliberately looked at the mountain with an expression of awe. "I think your village is so prosperous because of this mountain. Look at the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist. They are so majestic."
If you connect the tops of those mountains, does it look like a reclining emperor? Whether you think it looks like it or not, it definitely looks like it to me."
Speaking of the word "emperor", an elderly man, whose teeth had all been retired, spoke excitedly.
"Now that you mention it, I remember a legend. My grandfather told me when I was little that our Liujia Village really did produce an emperor. Back then, our place was a small country called Li, and the king was called King Li.
Later, he incorporated more than a dozen chieftains around him and cast a Li Wang Ding to commemorate his great achievements. It is said that after his death, he placed his tomb in our Liujia Village.
Li Wangding was buried with him. The reason the people of Liujia Village settled here is simply because our ancestors guarded the tomb of Li Wang. Initially, there was only one family surnamed Liu, but they later intermarried with people from outside, and the population of Liujia Village gradually grew.
"No." Mule refuted the old man's words. In fact, he did it on purpose to get the clues he needed. "Old man, you are wrong. There are two families guarding the tomb, and the other family is surnamed Bai.
It's said that this family will never have a son, and they can only have one daughter, and all of them must be named Bai Feng. Why is this? Because the Bai family is the King Li's confidant, but he doesn't trust him, so he put this curse on him. If you don't believe me, call Bai Feng from your village and ask him if this is true.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking that what he said was outrageous. Could there be such a curse in the world? But Bai Feng's village did have one before, but it was a pity that it died.
Her granddaughter's name is not Bai Feng, but Bai Yangfan.
Another person stood up to refute, "What you heard is not true. There has never been a family with the surname Bai in our Liujia Village. There really was one in our village a few years ago, Bai Feng, but she passed away. She had no granddaughters, and if she did, they were adopted, not her son's biological children."
"That's right. Bai Feng didn't give birth to a daughter, but gave birth to three sons. What you said is not right. It's not right at all."
"Look! Do you see those three little kids? They are all Bai Feng's grandchildren. The youngest one is from the eldest son's family, the oldest one is from the second son's family, and the other one is from the third son's family."
"He's a stranger, how could he understand this? He just heard nonsense from others. Bai Feng from our village was the daughter of a wealthy family in the county town. She invited a man from our village to be her son-in-law, but later he ran into trouble and came back. It's not as mysterious as you say."
Mule looked at this and that, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Bai Feng was dead? Then who did she leave the things in her hands to? Without her things, even if they found King Li's tomb, they would not be able to open it.
They have been studying the tomb of King Li for several generations. Based on the clues left by their ancestors, they finally tracked it down to a man with the surname Bai. How could he be dead?
What would happen to him if he died? Who could he ask about that thing?
The mule was stunned for a moment, his eyes rolling around for a few seconds, and he asked a very strange question: "How did Bai Feng from your village die?"
When this was mentioned, everyone looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and no one answered.
The mule was very surprised and lowered his voice: "What's wrong? You seem so secretive, is it possible that you can't tell us about this?"
It was the old man who had retired with honors who spoke first: "There's nothing I can't say, but it's a bit embarrassing to say it. Bai Feng from our village is an herbalist. She was fine before, but because the granddaughter she picked up didn't respect herself and fell in love with the educated youth who was sent down from our village,
After the scandal, Bai Feng wanted the educated youth to marry her granddaughter, but the educated youth refused. Bai Feng was so depressed that she died soon after. Now she heard that the educated youth and her granddaughter were together. Isn’t that infuriating?
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