Feng Youcai opened and closed his somewhat unreal mouth, muttering for most of the night.
Hearing this, Feng Yijia directly raised the white flag of tactical surrender: "Okay, okay, don't say anymore.
I'm going to get married, so I must get married!"
Having achieved his goal, Feng Youcai began to worry again.
When a girl gets married it's like being reborn. It would be bad if she marries the wrong person.
The last time my daughter got married, her husband died and she was driven out by that cruel family, which led to her death later.
I couldn't help at that time, but this time I must look around and carefully choose a reliable family for my daughter.
Alas, I should have asked the old Taoist priest to teach me some face-reading skills to see if the person was destined to die early.
Feng Yijia didn't know that her father was going around looking for a girl for her marriage. After perfunctorily looking for someone to marry her, she simply put the matter behind her and went back to her usual business of collecting herbs and making medicine.
Meng Sheng didn't know that he was completely out of the game in his evil father-in-law's mind. After harvesting the last bit of rice from the field and returning home that day, it was still early, so he specially ground the freshly dried rice with a mill to make a bag of rice, and carried it to the next yard.
Smiling, he said to Feng Yijia, who was drying herbs, "Here's some freshly harvested rice. I'll give you some to try!"
Feng Yijia kept moving his hands, looked at the Meng family yard, and said helplessly in a low voice: "The day before yesterday it was pheasant, yesterday it was vegetables, and today it is rice again.
Be careful or your mother will think you are a traitor and beat you with a stick!"
Meng Sheng put the rice bag at the kitchen door, turned around and walked over to the people, squatted down to help with the work, and said with a smile: "How can it be possible?
My mother would be happy if I brought more!"
Feng Yijia looked at him suspiciously, with disbelief clearly written in his eyes.
A few days ago, when Meng Sheng came back from the city, he brought a lot of things with him. Meng Chenglin wanted to take some of them to the old house to give to his parents and brothers, but was scolded by Chen Hongxing.
She could hear it clearly in the next yard.
How can I, an outsider, be treated better than other people's parents?
The girl tilted her head and frowned, looking at him with her watery almond eyes, like an unhappy cat, making people want to reach out and hug her in their arms and rub her hard.
Meng Sheng clenched his hands, which were ready to move as if they had become self-aware, and said calmly: "Really, I brought the things over, and then I gave my mother the money and said you bought it.
She must be thinking of me sending more.”
For the sake of her daughter-in-law, I believe the mother doesn't mind taking some blame.
After saying that, he straightened his mother's image again: "My mother doesn't let me take out too much money. She said that one person can't support the whole family, otherwise it will not only ruin the others, but also eventually turn against each other.
I brought some things here, and by the way, I can also generate income for the family, so you can just keep them with peace of mind."
Feng Yijia was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the usually stingy Aunt Chen would think this way. She gave a thumbs up and praised: "Your mother is really thinking long-term!"
Meng Sheng nodded proudly, not wanting to mention the gift anymore, so he changed the subject and said, "I want to enroll in the village primary school, find a way to pass the graduation exam, and then go to the county town to attend night school for a few years and get a junior high and high school diploma.
Otherwise, in the future, you will only have to write the word "illiterate" in the information registration column.
Look, do you want to go with me?"
Hearing this, Feng Yijia was moved and nodded without hesitation: "Yes!"
Then he asked, "Have you talked to the school?"
Meng Sheng shook his head: "No, but it's not a difficult thing.
You know what kind of person Principal Chen is.
I'll bring some stuff to your door in the evening. If you're generous, you can skip a day of school and definitely graduate from elementary school next year!"
After saying this, he felt a little regretful: "It's also because we were too rushed when we came back, otherwise we could have received our elementary school diploma this year!"
The principal Chen mentioned is called Chen Wenda, and has nothing to do with the Chen family in the village. He was transferred from the township with his wife Gao Yan when the school was founded a few years ago.
Both of them are teachers in the school.
I heard that they are relatives of a director in the village.
It is hard to say whether they are good at teaching or educating people, but everyone knows that they teach for money.
If a child in the class gives a valuable gift, that child will be given more attention.
If they don’t send it to you, it won’t matter. Just ignore them.
When it comes to studying, I learn what I want and don’t ignore it. Sometimes I am bullied by classmates after class, but I turn a blind eye.
Over the years, everyone in the village knew their nature. Those who cared about and valued the children would occasionally give them some chickens, ducks and eggs from their homes, and no one would think of complaining to the relevant departments.
After all, this place is too remote, and all the young people in the village with a higher level of education are eager to go out. Everyone will be satisfied if a teacher comes here.
Feng Yijia thought about the temperament of Principal Chen and his wife, and told Meng Sheng: "Don't be too generous.
It will be almost another year until next July, so just send it a few more times.
Otherwise, it’s not good to develop a big appetite!”
Meng Sheng nodded: "Okay, got it!
I still have some rare tickets on the market that won't be of any use in two years, so it's a good idea to give a few away and recycle them."
Feng Yijia: "Okay, then I'll send some cigarettes, alcohol, and fabrics, and you can help bring them over when the time comes.
I won’t go. I’m too lazy to deal with them!”
·······
The two of them squatted on the ground, not far from each other, and talked in whispers for a long time.
Feng Youcai, who was hiding in the shadows in the house and looking out, had his eyes turned green with envy.
I wanted to open the door and go out to beat to death that bad-intentioned little bastard who always wanted to take away my cabbage.
But due to the damnable sunlight, I finally endured it.
I can only bear it during the day, but not at night.
That night, after washing up, Meng Sheng took the oil lamp back to his room to sleep. As soon as he closed the door, the bean-sized flame of the oil lamp, which was originally relatively stable, began to sway as if dancing.
The flames were so bright that Meng Sheng quickly reached out to cover them, to prevent them from being extinguished accidentally.
Unexpectedly, when I turned my head inadvertently, I saw a figure appear in front of the bed.
Well, calling it a human figure is a bit of a stretch. It doesn’t look like a human figure. There is a faint glow all over it in the darkness, and it seems to be floating in the air without any weight.
Meng Sheng, suspecting that there was something wrong with his eyes, blinked hard several times before he touched his heart which was beating faster and faster, confirming that there was indeed a creature in the room, both reasonable and unexpected.
Staring at the dark, swollen, lifeless face, Meng Sheng trembled as he mustered up the courage to say, "Brother, brother, is there anything you want me to do?
You can burn incense, paper, perform rituals, pray, etc.
If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me and I will definitely do it for you as long as it is possible!"
I just hope that after I finish speaking, I can get away quickly. Even if it's like what Feng Yijia said, ghosts can't do anything to living people, and it's still unbearable to see them.
Feng Youcai was satisfied when he confirmed that the bastard could see him, but he felt a little unhappy when he saw that the bastard was screaming and running away.
It simply circled around the person, changing its face, sometimes swollen and black and purple, sometimes rotten, appearing in front of the person from all directions.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
