Facts proved that Feng Yijia was overthinking.
Feng Youcai scared Zhang Xiu away for more than ten miles. When he came back, he said to her with a guilty look on his face, "Dad was wrong. I shouldn't have married your mother because she was pretty.
Your grandparents are right. When it comes to marriage and living together, you can’t just look at the face but also the character.
If I had listened to them and married an honest girl from the village, maybe you wouldn't have suffered so much!"
Feng Yijia blinked in confusion and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly say that?"
Feng Youcai said slowly with mixed emotions, "They drove the horse-drawn sleigh out of the village, and I followed them from behind, sometimes close and sometimes far away. In order to run faster, your mother pushed the two children off the sleigh one after another.
And the man was not allowed to stop pulling people away."
Feng Yijia: ········.
Okay, her mother’s action doesn’t seem that surprising.
If he abandoned her, it wouldn't be surprising if he abandoned the two children.
I just don’t know what the two brothers and sisters are thinking at this moment?
Feng Yijia sympathized with them for two seconds, then corrected his father's thoughts: "Dad, if you marry someone else, the daughter born will not be mine."
Feng Youcai thought about it and felt even more complicated.
Now when I think of my ex-wife, it’s the same as when I think of that old Taoist priest. I don’t know whether I should be glad or resentful?
After a while, he shook his head, stopped worrying about it, turned around and pulled Meng Sheng to do something.
It is said that the word "forbearance" is like a knife hanging over one's head. He has endured for more than ten years, and now that he has a solution, he doesn't want to wait any longer.
The man and the ghost whispered for a long time, and seeing that it was getting dark, they went out one after another and headed towards the Feng family's old house.
After washing the meat, Feng Yijia continued to cook it.
Wash the half-dried smoked bacon, cut it into pieces that can fit into the pot, bring it to a boil over high heat and then simmer over low heat.
When the fat becomes transparent and the firm lean meat becomes soft, you can take it out and set it aside.
Slice it whenever you want to eat it, steam it, or stir-fry it, and it will be on the table in a few minutes. It is convenient and delicious.
On the stove, large pieces of meat trembled in the boiling soup, and the rising hot steam filled the entire kitchen with warmth and fragrance.
Feng Yijia sat in front of the stove, roasting the fire, smelling the aroma of meat, and listening to the shrill howls outside that could penetrate half of the village. A subtle sweetness filled his heart.
In fact, for her, the bullying from uncles and aunts, and the beatings from brothers and sisters, have all faded from her memory because of the passage of time.
Just like the marks carved on a tree trunk, the shallow ones will become blurred with the passage of time, but only the deep ones will form scars that become more hideous and terrifying as they grow longer.
Although she no longer cared about the grievances and humiliations, someone was still thinking about her and standing up for her.
Feng Yijia felt like her heart was bubbling like the broth in the pot.
She felt a happiness she had never felt before, while the people in the Feng family's old house felt a fear they had never felt before.
Who said that when a person dies, it’s like a light goes out and there are no ghosts in the world?
Damn it, if they had known that the damn Feng Lao Er had been secretly watching his daughter, they would never have bullied his precious daughter to death.
Unfortunately, it’s too late to say anything now.
Everyone was terrified at the sight of the ghostly figure floating in the air, and their miserable screams and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the entire village.
No matter how loud the noise was this time, no one came forward to watch.
There is a ghost, there really is a ghost!
Whenever the villagers thought about this, they felt something was wrong.
The cold wind blowing through the village is like the crying of ghosts, the occasional crows on the old trees seem to be summoning spirits, and the shadows of the trees outside the house drifting in the wind are like the fangs and claws of evil spirits...
Everyone was trembling with fear as they imagined it, their eyes staring around nervously, and they were quickly thinking in their minds whether they had done anything wrong.
They were afraid that some damned guy would suddenly show up and come after them.
Meng Sheng quietly climbed over the wall into the yard and poured the special water into the pots used by the two families in the Feng family's old house to boil hot water.
Villagers don’t often take a bath in winter, but they often wash their faces and hands.
After making sure that everyone in the Feng family's old house had used the water he had added ingredients to, he climbed over the wall and came back to be nice to his wife and ask for a reward.
The rest is up to my father-in-law to decide.
He doesn't care who he scares or to what extent.
My parents will be coming home for the New Year in the next two days, so they won’t be able to go out for a few days. They must hurry up and eat a full meal tonight.
The people in the Feng family's old house screamed for half the night. Feng Yijia was tossing and turning like a fried fish, and groaned for half the night. Before he fainted, he felt that something was wrong.
She didn't ask for revenge, so why should she take revenge with her own body?
That night, the Meng family's yard was full of spring in the darkness, while many other families stayed up all night with their eyes open, almost brightly lit.
When I went out at sunrise the next day, except for the ignorant children, few of the villagers had dark circles under their eyes, and they all looked exhausted.
The two young men from the Chen family next door, though not very brave, came to the door. They hesitated to speak, and asked Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng stealthily: "Second Brother Sheng, Sister Yijia, did you see your father (father-in-law) yesterday?"
The couple both shook their heads in denial: "No!"
After that, he advised people seriously: "Where are there ghosts in the world?
The slogan of breaking feudal superstitions has only been shouted for two years. Don't say such things carelessly. Be careful not to spread feudal superstitions and be arrested and paraded through the streets by the police!
These words turned the two boys' already unclear minds into a mess.
When I went back, I started to wonder whether there are ghosts in the world or not?
Feng Youcai's incident had a pretty big impact.
Apart from the fact that the government officials' propaganda campaign against feudal superstition for more than ten years was almost in vain and the Feng family was almost scared crazy, everything else was good.
Not only did the number of people stealing, fighting, and quarreling in the village decrease, but even the relationships between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law began to become harmonious.
After all, there are countless eyes watching you in the dark. If you continue to act recklessly, how can you face your ancestors when you die?
Of course, the most important thing is that no one is born out of thin air. If they really provoke some damn ghost to show up and settle the score with them, they will be like the Feng family, who will take away half their lives.
Therefore, when Chen Hongxing and his party returned to the village, they felt the rare tranquility and peace in the village. The houses they passed by were no longer in chaos as usual, and were filled with warm and friendly laughter.
At first they thought it was because of the Chinese New Year, but when they got home and heard about what had happened in the past two days, everyone opened their mouths wide and had wooden faces, not knowing what to say or what expression to make.
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