Lin Zhongtian eavesdropped for a while and couldn't help laughing out loud.
He thought it was something else!
It turned out that the temple keeper Fu started to show off his skills again.
After this guy cheated Li Erhu out of his pig's leg, he returned the pig's leg, saying that the mountain god had rejected Li's request to cancel the engagement and that the Li family must send Li Erhu's sister to the mountain to get married early the next morning.
To be honest, if Fu Miaozhu just cheated him out of the pork leg he was going to give to Li Erhu, Lin Zhongtian wouldn't care.
But now it seems that Fu the temple keeper's purpose is obviously not that simple.
He either wanted to kill the Li family, or he had a crush on Li Erhu's sister.
The former is a thankless task and does not fit in with the temple keeper's selfish character.
Therefore, Lin Zhongtian believes that the purpose of paying temple sacrifices should be the latter.
Not only that, he also informed the whole village before returning the pig leg.
In just one night, the entire Qiugang Village was shocked by the news, as if a bomb had been dropped into a calm lake.
These people have been worshipping the mountain god for generations. They are both in awe and respect for the mountain god, and they easily believed the words of the temple keeper, so the scene in front of Lin Zhongtian appeared.
After learning the news that the mountain god was going to get married, the villagers, young and old, all came to Li Erhu's house and persuaded Li Erhu and his family to accept this marriage.
Li Erhu was naturally unwilling, and his mother, the crying woman in the house, was also unwilling at first, but after being persuaded by the village elders for a while, she seemed to have come to her senses and nodded while crying.
Seeing that Li Erhu's mother had been persuaded by him, the old man chuckled, walked to Li Erhu with his crutches and continued to persuade her.
"Erhu, why don't you understand? Temple Master Fu has already asked the Mountain God, and he doesn't agree to cancel the engagement. You have also seen the Mountain God appear, so how dare you go against the Mountain God's will?"
"I……"
Li Erhu moved his lips, wanting to refute, but he didn't know how to refute.
He could only stiffen his neck, and glare at the village elder in front of him with a flushed face, who seemed to be giving him earnest advice.
At the same time, Li Erhu's mother stopped crying, as if she had accepted her fate. She wiped away her tears, and actually came over to persuade Li Erhu to accept the marriage.
"Yes, Erhu, just listen to your Grandpa Liu. Fu, the temple keeper, has taken out all the money donated by the villagers over the years and has given a betrothal gift to our family on behalf of the mountain god. It's a lot of money, so you won't have to worry about finding a wife!"
"But my sister..."
"What do you mean by 'she'?" The old man surnamed Liu glared at him and stretched out his hand, poking the air as he spoke, "Your sister is going to marry the Mountain God. The Mountain God lives in a white jade palace, and what he eats and drinks are all golden elixirs and immortal fruits, and nectar and jade dew. Following the Mountain God is all about happiness, how can there be any possibility of suffering?"
"It's impossible for other families to get such a marriage!"
"Yes, your sister can marry the mountain god, and she will enjoy happiness in the future!"
“…”
Everyone gathered around Li Erhu and talked at once, as if their family had gotten some huge advantage.
Lin Zhongtian stood outside the window and listened for a while, then silently retracted his previous evaluation of the villagers' simple nature.
As expected, where there are people, there are disputes. Where can we find a truly peaceful and tranquil life?
Lin Zhongtian curled his lips, leaped up, and landed lightly on the eaves of the house. With his white eyes open, he easily found the crying girl hiding in the hut in the northwest corner.
Next to the girl, there were two middle-aged women who were chatting and laughing while altering their bright red wedding dress. They seemed to be completely unaffected by the sobbing of the girl next to them.
Such a dramatic scene reminded Lin Zhongtian of several horror movies about ghost marriages that he had seen in his previous life.
It’s a pity that there are no ghosts in this world, otherwise they could at least experience what they felt in the cinema back then.
“What a pity…”
Lin Zhongtian smacked his lips, jumped off the eaves, ran to the door of the hut in the northwest corner and looked at the girl inside.
The girl had a slim figure and a pretty face. Although she was dressed simply and wore no makeup, she was already a beauty. If she had been born in the era of his previous life, she would have been considered a very beautiful girl.
Of course, this is what the little squirrel's body sees.
If it was the white-eye perspective just now, it would be completely different.
Lin Zhongtian's white-eye perspective is a high-dimensional perspective similar to the spiritual scan in novels about cultivating immortals. With this perspective, not to mention the pores and mites on the skin, even the other person's internal organs and the feces moving in the large intestine can be seen clearly.
It is for this reason that after replacing his flesh and blood body, Lin Zhongtian rarely uses this high-dimensional perspective.
After all, his aesthetics and cognition are still biased towards humans, and he can't stand this kind of overly realistic stimulation.
Looking at the girl in the house, Lin Zhongtian thought for a moment, then ran into the house with his four short legs, scaring the girl so much that she let out a scream.
The two women nearby also saw the little squirrel. They immediately stopped their needlework, picked up anything they could find and started chasing the little guy who had rashly barged in.
For a moment, chairs fell over and tables turned over. The whole room was in chaos, filled with the screams of young girls and the shouts of women.
Even the wedding dress that had not yet been sewn was stepped on by the little squirrel.
The two women cursed a few times when they saw this, picked up their weapons and continued to chase the little squirrel, but the squirrel dodged them easily. After a few dodgers, the squirrel walked out of the room and disappeared into the yard.
After an unknown amount of time, all the people who had gathered in Li Erhu's yard dispersed.
Only Li Erhu and his family of three were left at home, quietly doing their own things.
My mother silently boiled water and cooked the meal, using the pork leg that had been returned by the temple keeper.
My sister was sitting on the doorstep, holding her red wedding dress, as if she had lost her soul, looking at the sky outside the window.
Li Erhu sat quietly beside the bed, staring at the cracks between the bricks on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.
Suddenly, a stone flew in from the window and hit Li Erhu on the head.
Li Erhu cried out in pain, rubbed his head and looked up, just in time to see a gray-brown little squirrel on the windowsill, looking at him quietly with an idiot look.
"Where did you go before?"
Li Erhu asked subconsciously.
But then, he seemed to have thought of something, and his gaze towards the little squirrel suddenly became complicated.
"You were the one who tipped off Grandpa Mountain God, right?"
"……?"
What's going on in this guy's train of thought?
Lin Zhongtian couldn't help but roll his eyes again.
Li Erhu didn't notice, he seemed still immersed in his own world.
Li Erhu sighed, leaned back, lay on the bed, and said softly: "My father died early, and my mother has no opinion and is as soft as a puddle of mud. It can be said that since I was eleven years old, I have been the master of this family. At that time, the old man told me that the eldest brother is like a father. I must take up the responsibility of this family for my father and shoulder the responsibility of a father..."
Li Erhu began to tell his story in a rambling manner.
Lin Zhongtian stood on the windowsill and listened quietly.
This story is not very long and the plot is very simple. It is about a boy who lost his father at a young age and has to take on the responsibility of supporting his family and his sister. He has seen a lot of stories like this in his previous life, so it is nothing special.
But when this story really appeared before his eyes, Lin Zhongtian still wanted to do something.
It just so happened that the stupid temple priest was frantically looking for pictures in front of him, which had already made him annoyed.
If I could use this to plan something...
Lin Zhongtian thought for a moment, stretched out a sharp claw, and left a line of traditional Chinese characters learned from private school books on the windowsill. Then he glanced at Li Erhu who was still immersed in his own world, turned and left.