Chapter 158 Deadly Cloth Shoes
Ye Lin felt drowsy and slept for a long time.
When I opened my eyes, I couldn't tell the time. I turned my head slowly. The window was covered with a cloth curtain, and some scattered light and shadows penetrated into the room through the gaps.
It seems to be daytime now.
By the way, grandpa and grandma!
They both need to be taken for a checkup and rest. Grandpa and grandma are too old and we can't delay any longer.
Ye Lin had slept for too long, and half of his body was numb. He endured the tingling pain and struggled to get off the kang, waking up Ah Hui who was sleeping on the floor.
"Master, you're awake! Are you still feeling unwell? I'll go call John over."
Ah Hui was busy until late at night last night and went to bed. Worried that the young master might have something else to do, he just slept with his clothes on and didn't even take off his shoes.
Seeing that the young master had woken up, Ah Hui jumped up from the mattress and wanted to look for John.
Ye Lin grabbed Ah Hui's arm.
"No need. Go call the county and Hong Kong and ask them to fly over the day after tomorrow."
Now he just wants to take his grandparents to the United States for a physical check-up and doesn't want to care about anything else.
I'll leave after my father is buried tomorrow.
Young Master is going back to Hong Kong?
Is he already so seriously ill?
"Master, is your trachea going to fail?"
Ah Hui lay on Ye Lin's chest in a panic, wanting to hear if the young master's trachea was still functioning.
Before his head could even get close, Ye Lin slapped him away with a disgusted slap.
"I'm not going to die yet. I'm going to contact a plane to take my grandparents to the United States."
"What the hell?"
How come the young master wants to go to the United States again after waking up?
Ah Hui has been staying in Xiahe Village for a long time recently, and his speech has become more down-to-earth.
Before Ah Hui could ask in detail.
Jin Fenglian heard some noise in the house and brought a bowl of glutinous rice porridge to Ye Lin.
The steaming glutinous rice porridge gave off a fragrant rice aroma. Zhao Zhaodi spent an entire hour cooking it this morning.
"Come and have a bowl of rice soup when you wake up. We'll start when your aunt is ready."
"Start by exorcising evil spirits with this bowl of glutinous rice porridge. Drink it while it's hot."
Ye Lin and Ah Hui were confused after hearing this.
Exorcism?
Ye Lin fainted last night, and Ah Hui went to deal with the traffic accident for No. 3. After he came back, he was too lazy to take care of No. 3.
The master and servant slept until noon, and had no idea what outrageous event the Ye family was preparing today.
Ye Lin took the porcelain bowl and had a bad feeling.
"Aunt San, what's going to start at home?"
Seeing that Ye Lin still didn't know, Jin Fenglian patted her chest and said to Ye Lin in fear
"Of course I'm going to perform a ritual for you. Oh, I heard from Zhao Zhaodi this morning that you were touched by something dirty last night. You were dizzy and crazy. It scared Third Aunt to death. You don't have to worry about anything from now on. Just listen to your aunt."
"Your aunt knows a lot about this business. Her ancestors were professional sorcerers in the old society. Just do whatever she tells you to do. Don't ask any more questions."
After a night, why is my aunt still saying dirty things?
Charlatan?
"Aunt, are you still being so stubborn? There's really nothing dirty on me, what evil are you trying to exorcise?"
Ye Lin was so excited that he almost dropped the bowl, and the spoon fell into the porridge. The porridge splashed onto the back of his hand, scalding his fair skin red.
"Oh, be careful."
Jin Fenglian hurriedly helped Ye Lin put the bowl on the small wooden table on the kang and wiped his hands with a rag.
Thought
What Mrs. Zhao said was indeed true. He was a healthy young man yesterday, but today he can't even hold a bowl. He must be exorcised!
"Don't talk nonsense, your aunt is doing this for your own good. The ritual is quick and you'll be fine in no time. You don't need any injections or medication, so what are you afraid of?"
Can this be compared to injections and medication?
Ye Lin thought it was just an ordinary breakfast, but it turned out to be the beginning of a shaman dance ceremony.
Can he not eat this meal?
"Aunt San, I feel fine and in good health. Please tell Auntie to stop working so hard."
Jin Fenglian was different from her usual gentle attitude today. She was particularly tough and ignored Ye Lin's request.
Feeling that the bowl was no longer hot, he put the bowl back into Ye Lin's hand and earnestly advised him to cooperate with Zhao Zhaodi.
"That won't do. Your grandfather has agreed. Now the whole family is waiting for you to finish your porridge and go out to start the party. Don't cheat. Drink it all quickly."
"My master also agreed, how is this possible?"
"Why not? Your grandfather was very supportive today. This morning he even asked your aunt to go to Aunt Miao's house and catch a big rooster."
Ye Lin didn't expect that after one night, his aunt had already instigated the entire family to rebel.
He also won the MVP.
Could it be that the aunt is really a witch and cast a curse on his grandfather?
Today the Ye family is as lively as during Chinese New Year.
There is an offering table in the middle of the yard, with a rich variety of dishes. You can ignore the incense burner below and start eating right away.
Zhao Zhaodi changed into plain clothes and was kneeling in front of the altar, muttering to herself, while her eyes were always watching what was happening in Ye Lin's room.
"Come, listen to your aunt. It will be over in a moment. Once you're done, everything will be fine. May you live a long and healthy life."
Jin Fenglian pushed the reluctant Ye Lin out of the house, constantly trying to persuade him.
"It's time to get up, come here, let's..."
“Ouch!”
When Zhao Zhaodi saw the target appear, she quickly climbed up from the straw mat and wanted to bring Ye Lin over to kneel down.
The movement was too big and his feet slipped, and he fell to the right. The straw mat he was kneeling on was kicked by Zhao Zhaodi's calf, and it drifted forward for a distance and successfully knocked over the incense burner.
The incense is broken.
The incense burner rolled all the way to Ye Lin's feet.
Ye Lin: Is this the fortune teller passed down from generation to generation?
Jin Fenglian: Can this shrew really do anything?
Everyone in the Ye family: ...
John, who wants to watch Chinese witchcraft: ...
Ye Lin twitched his lips and suddenly thought of a question
"Third Aunt, my aunt used to be from a family of charlatans, so how could she be from a poor peasant family for eight generations?"
In the old society, charlatans should have made a lot of money, but in the new society, my aunt should belong to the five black categories.
At this point, Jin Fenglian had to tell the truth. It was because Zhao Zhaodi seemed unreliable, so there was nothing she could say if she wanted to package herself for him.
It really has the style of the charlatan Old Zhao family.
"Well, what else could it be? Of course her family is not allowed to do anything, and they are chased and beaten. They can't even get enough to eat. There is not even two taels of rice in the rice jar, and the tattered jacket is shared by the whole family. Who would believe that they are not poor peasants?"
"When the leaders saw how poor her family was, they were moved to tears."
It's all thanks to my real ability that I became a poor peasant.
When it comes to the legendary past of the Zhao family, Jin Fenglian can tell it for a whole day and a whole night.
"Your aunt's grandmother claimed to be the reincarnation of He Xiangu, but she couldn't even feel a pulse when she was pregnant, and was almost removed as a tumor. Her father was even more amazing, claiming to be the second in command of the King of Hell and the servant of Taibai Jinxing. He..."
"Ouch! Who hit me?"
Before Jin Fenglian and Ye Lin could finish complaining about the great achievements of the Zhao family, a pair of gray cloth shoes flew towards Jin Fenglian's forehead.
“Bang!”
Successfully stuck to Jin Fenglian's forehead.
Precision strike targets
Jin Fenglian was speaking so cheerfully just now that Ye Lin and Ah Hui were listening with such gusto that no one noticed the deadly cloth shoes that came in the wind.
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