Chapter 116 Let’s Have a Baby
Zhang Guodong stood in the crowd and felt like disappearing immediately.
There were two middle-aged women in strange clothes in his yard. They were wearing yellow robes and had feather-like things stuck in their hair. They were burning yellow talismans and chanting so-called spells that they could not understand.
The room was already filled with thick smoke, and it was obvious that a ritual had been performed. Zhang Ma's figure could be vaguely seen from the doorway.
She knelt there, kowtowed repeatedly, and shouted, "Zhijie, please go! Please go!"
This is like inviting a great immortal to your home to practice feudal superstition!
Who would dare to do this at home so openly these days? If the factory knew about this, it would really affect our progress!
Zhang Guodong was so angry at work that he had no place to vent his anger. Looking at the crowd of people talking and laughing at him as if they were clowns, Zhang Guodong couldn't stand it anymore.
He rushed into the yard like a cannonball, grabbed the shaman by the collar and was about to throw her out of the yard.
"Hey, what are you doing!" The shaman's narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and then he shouted angrily, "Asshole! The ritual cannot be interrupted!"
"Get out of our house now!"
Zhang Guodong pushed and shoved Aunt Dashen, who was grabbed by the collar, out of the yard. She was about to get the money, and she couldn't let it go to waste.
Auntie Dashen quickly shouted at Aunt Zhang, who was still kneeling and kowtowing in the room, "Sister Zhang! Come and take care of your son!"
Only then did Aunt Zhang look up and run out with a big red mark on her forehead.
"You, what are you doing? Let me go!" Aunt Zhang was spitting out saliva anxiously. "You are disturbing the immortals' spells, it will backfire!"
"Mom, you're being superstitious. You used to work on the streets. Don't you know that the country is promoting science now?"
Zhang Guodong didn't understand and didn't want to pay attention. He grabbed the clothes of the shaman and tried to push him out of the door.
"Yes, I know, but I won't feel at ease if I don't perform the ritual!" Mother Zhang couldn't stand staying at home alone for half a day. She always felt that Zhang Zhijie was standing in some corner of the house staring at her.
The creepy feeling sent a chill down her spine even in the summer. So, after a brief thought, she headed straight for the shaman's house and invited her to come and exorcise the evil spirits. She was just looking for some psychological comfort, no matter what.
"Zhijie is your grandson, why are you afraid of him?" One of the women said, not quite understandingly, "If my deceased relative came back, I would just want to spend more time with her."
She thought of her dead sister and began to wipe away her tears.
Zhang Ma breathed a sigh of relief. She was different. She felt guilty because she was the one who caused Zhang Zhijie's death! She was afraid!
But in front of so many people, she couldn't say it out loud. She could only bow her head and beg Zhang Guodong, "Son, let's perform a ritual for Zhijie so that he can have a better life in the underworld. Don't you think this would be a good idea?"
"Just think of it as pity for me. I'm feeling bad, and I really can't take it anymore!"
As she said this, Aunt Zhang started to cry again.
Looking at the chaos in front of him, Zhang Guodong felt extremely powerless and didn't know how his life had become like this.
The identity of Zhang Guoliang is not suitable for him. When he was Zhang Guodong before, everything went smoothly for him. After replacing Zhang Guoliang's identity, everything went wrong for him, which shows that Zhang Guoliang is incompatible with him!
Therefore, he must find a way to restore his identity.
Just when Zhang Guodong was hesitating, someone from the street office came.
These were all Zhang Ma's former colleagues, but they had no regard for face at all. Several of them entered the house and smashed the table used for the ritual with an axe.
"Oh! What are you doing?" Aunt Zhang slapped her thigh and cried bitterly.
"You ruined the ritual, that little devil is going to hell!"
The great aunt had one eye closed and the other open, her body shaking rapidly, and she looked like she was possessed by a ghost.
“Ouch, it hurts, it hurts so much!”
The voice he made was completely like that of a child.
Aunt Zhang was so frightened that she immediately knelt down in front of Aunt Dashen. "Zhijie, please don't scare Grandma, okay? Zhijie, just walk steadily!"
A head knocked down heavily, and a "dong dong dong" sound was heard, which was extremely loud.
The goddess sang and danced in a mysterious manner. Even though there was no incense table for the ritual, the feudal ceremony continued.
Everyone was watching with great interest as if they were watching a circus. Zhang Guodong felt a little embarrassed, but he knew that he couldn't stop his mother, as she had been scared out of her wits by Zhang Zhijie.
The people in the street office were also in a difficult situation. After all, they were all neighbors, and Aunt Zhang was their old colleague. They also felt sad that Aunt Zhang had lost her grandson. The generations are the closest, and no one could bear it.
Isn't this just looking for a shaman to comfort themselves? They understand that things can't be done too drastically.
They watched Zhang Ma finish the ritual, and then she said, "To serve as a wake-up call, you'll have to go to the street office every day for ideological education."
The man said angrily, "Look at you. You've been promoting science for so many years, how can you still do something like this?"
Aunt Zhang sighed and thought to herself, no matter who it happened to, no one would feel at ease.
After all, it was a human life, and she watched it disappear before her eyes.
All the things were confiscated, and Zhang Ma was severely criticized. Only then did the group leave.
"Alright, alright, let's all go! Hurry home, cook, and take care of the kids! Why are you joining in the fun?"
"If you keep discussing this, you'll all go to the street office to attend a lecture tomorrow!"
Everyone then quickly dispersed, still communicating with each other before leaving.
"I think the Zhang family is haunted! Didn't you hear Aunt Zhang ask Zhang Zhijie not to look for her?"
"Do you think Aunt Zhang has done something wrong? Otherwise, why would Zhang Zhijie come back to look for her?"
"Who knows? Anyway, this Zhang family incident is not simple! It's unbelievable that Zhang Zhijie is gone! Even his body has not been found. He is not alive, and he is not dead!"
"I guess he died too unjustly, so he was unwilling to leave."
The news that the Zhang family was haunted spread.
After Lin Wanqing heard that Aunt Zhang was performing a ritual at home, she wondered if she was feeling guilty, so she picked up her things and went to her house again.
As soon as she entered the yard, she smelled the pungent smell of burning talisman paper.
Zhang Guodong's scolding voice came, filled with his anger.
"Mom, can you please stop doing such embarrassing things in the future?"
"You're engaging in feudal superstition! If my workplace finds out, how will my superiors view me? I've already been criticized for being in a mental hospital, and if you continue to hold me back, how can I ever make progress?"
"If I don't get promoted this time, it's all your fault!"
Zhang Guodong's career was about to end, but he still tried to shift the blame onto Zhang Ma. He was really good at finding a way out. Lin Wanqing was listening outside the door and couldn't help but complain about Zhang Guodong in her heart.
"Why are you here?" Zhang Guodong turned around and saw Lin Wanqing standing there, and couldn't help feeling a little excited.
Lin Wanqing still cared about him, otherwise she wouldn't have come to his house to see him with such things in her hands.
Lin Wanqing automatically ignored Zhang Guodong. After entering the room, she walked over to Zhang Ma and said, "I came to see you and also to see the place where Zhijie lived."
Lin Wanqing pretended to miss him, "I dreamed of him yesterday."
As he spoke, his voice choked up.
Zhang Ma was a little panicked, "He, what did he say to you?"
Could it be that he appeared in Lin Wanqing's dream and told her that she was the one who killed him?
Lin Wanqing looked at Zhang Ma's panic and said tentatively, "In the dream, Zhang Zhijie kept crying to me, saying that his death was unjust and he didn't want to die."
It was visibly obvious that Aunt Zhang was about to stop breathing.
"He asked me to save him, saying it was very cold underground."
Lin Wanqing continued crying, "I didn't sleep all night last night. I always felt like Zhijie was right next to me. To be honest, I also want to perform a ritual!"
"The child's soul is restless and won't leave. It will definitely stay with us and disturb us!"
Zhang Ma's heart was about to jump out of her throat. "Really? You saw Zhijie too?"
"Yang Aihua made a scene several times last night, saying that Zhang Zhijie was standing there!"
Aunt Zhang pointed towards the beam.
Lin Wanqing looked over.
She didn't understand why Zhang Zhijie was on the beam.
"Yes, Zhijie must have felt wronged, that's why he refused to leave." Lin Wanqing sobbed with red eyes, "As his mother, I feel so bad!"
"Zhijie, Zhijie, come out and tell mom what happened! Where are you? Tell mom and I'll save you!"
"Wanqing, don't cry." Zhang Guodong jumped out at the right moment, "Your crying breaks my heart."
Lin Wanqing wiped her tears. She didn't want to cry anymore and wanted to vomit.
He looked at Lin Wanqing lovingly, "How about we have another child in the future? Maybe he'll look a lot like Zhijie, which will be a comfort to you."
"I think since you love Zhijie so much, you won't refuse, right?"
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