Meng Sheng's mind was racing, thinking about places that could be used. He didn't feel how tiring it was to carry someone up the mountain. He quickly climbed over a hillside and arrived at the outskirts of the village.
It gets dark late in the summer, but it gets dark quickly.
Before long, the night had completely enveloped the earth.
Feng Yijia looked at the house ahead, whose outlines were barely discernible in the night, and at some scattered lights. He patted the man on the shoulder and said, "Just take me here. Don't let anyone know you saved me."
Meng Sheng understood that only by hiding in the dark and not arousing suspicion could he do things quietly.
He found a place closest to the village and carefully put the person down. Seeing that Feng Yijia was standing unsteadily and swaying, he picked up a stick nearby and handed it to the person to use as a crutch. Then he turned around and strode home.
The home I lived in decades ago, before all the misfortunes happened, with my young parents and brothers.
Thinking of this, Meng Sheng's pace changed from walking to running, and he soon disappeared into the night.
Seeing that the man had disappeared, Feng Yijiajia held the stick and endured the pain in his body as he moved forward step by step into the village.
Mengjia Village is located in a valley surrounded by mountains. To protect against wild beasts, every household can save on materials when building their houses, but the walls must be tall and strong.
There was no electricity at that time, and the tiny kerosene lamps could not illuminate very far, so one had to go out of the mountains and spend money to buy kerosene. Not many people were willing to use them, and basically every household would close their doors and go to bed at night.
Feng Yijiajia stopped and rested along the way, and walked for a long time with difficulty. He arrived in front of the house of Dr. Zhang, the barefoot doctor in the village, without being discovered.
He leaned against the door and knocked on it a few times with a stick.
Soon a deep voice rang out from the courtyard: "Here they come, here they come, stop knocking!"
Hearing this, Feng Yijia knew that his life was saved. The tension in his heart relaxed and he passed out.
*
Doctor Zhang's original name was Zhang Jing'an. Although he was a barefoot doctor, his medical skills were quite good. No one knew his origins. It was only said that he moved here with his wife and children more than ten years ago.
Since he came, except for women giving birth because the villagers were taboo against him being a man and would not allow him to see them, there was nothing he could not cure, such as bruises, rheumatism and bone pain.
Now that the children have graduated from university and are working in the city, only the couple are still staying in the village temporarily, but they will soon move away.
The door creaked open, and after a low cry, hurried footsteps were heard in the room.
The unconscious Feng Yijia was carried into the house.
Under the dim oil lamp, the Zhang couple, who were already preparing to go to bed, were busy again.
His wife, Xu Xiuping, cleaned the wound, changed the clothes and bandaged the patient. Seeing that there was only a few pieces of healthy flesh on the patient's body, she couldn't help but complain to her husband who was getting medicine outside: "This girl is as stubborn as a donkey.
She refused to live in our house no matter what.
A person lives on the deserted hillside.
I don't know what happened to you, but you came back with all these injuries?"
Zhang Jing'an's eyes didn't leave the medicine cabinet. He just remembered the marks he had just seen on the man's arm. A strange look appeared in his eyes. He paused and replied, "If you mention it to her again this time, she might agree!"
Xu Xiuping kept moving her hands while she continued to mutter, "That's right, she's covered in wounds now and has difficulty moving. Even if she tries to be strong, her strength will be limited.
When she wakes up, I will have a good talk with her. She must keep the person until his injury is healed!
When you fell while picking herbs, it would have been great if her father hadn’t carried you down the mountain.
We don’t know what our family’s situation would be like now.
After the man died, the girl lived with her uncles and aunts, and she was very stubborn. She might not accept anything even if you gave her something three times...”
The couple were each busy with their own work, one talking non-stop while the other listened quietly and responded from time to time, as if nothing had changed from the past.
But Doctor Zhang just lay in bed that night, thinking about his worries and not closing his eyes all night.
There were a few other people in the village who couldn't sleep that night, just like Doctor Zhang.
Under the dim oil lamp, village chief Meng Chengliang looked at his two sons who bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes, and he was furious.
His eyes nearly bulged into copper bells, and he lowered his voice and cursed, "You keep looking for trouble with me. I've told you so many times to find a wife and live a decent life.
You just don't listen!
He had to do something that would bring shame to his ancestors for eight generations.
Now they've forced someone to jump off a cliff, and no one has ever seen him alive or dead, is that okay?"
"When this thing gets out of hand, and I and my mother are shot together, then you will be satisfied, right?"
Wang Cui, the village head's wife, looked at her two precious sons, who were being scolded by their father so badly that they couldn't even lift their heads. She interrupted and said, "Now that things have come to this, stop talking nonsense and think about what to do now.
Don't forget we only have these two sons, and we still have to rely on them to carry on the family line and take care of us in our old age, so nothing can happen to them."
Meng Chengliang glared at his wife fiercely and scolded her angrily, "A loving mother often spoils her son. I'm talking about you!
If you hadn't spoiled these two guys and given them money and things to deal with the aftermath, would they have been so bold as to commit the same crime twice?
If even a little bit of this gets out, who would dare to marry into the family?
And continuing the family line is like dreaming!"
Wang Cui really wanted to refute her husband: You are still the same, always finding someone to suppress these things and clean up your son's mess.
But I didn't dare to make him angry, for fear that this man would really leave me alone.
He just stroked her hair and said, "Alright, alright, it's my fault, it's all my fault!
Now let’s talk about what to do?
I don’t know whether that dead girl hid herself or was rescued by someone?
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