Work started at Dongshan on the fifth day of the first lunar month. Xie Feng sent Xie Wenwu over early that day. The school would not start until the sixteenth, so Xie Yu did not need to rush over for the time being.
On this day, Song Yuehua specially prepared Eight Treasure Duck and asked Xie Feng to stay for lunch.
After dinner, Xie Wenwu heard that there was a storyteller in the village and wanted to go over to listen, but Song Yuehua stopped him and said, "Dabao misses you a lot, play with him for a while."
Dabao: “…”
Anyway, Song Yuehua stopped Xie Wenwu.
There were fewer people coming to the big house that afternoon. The story of the adoptive father and daughter yesterday had not been finished, so today was a good time to end it.
Under the storyteller's moving voice, the adopted daughter died on the battlefield for her country, for justice, and for the people. When her adoptive father arrived, she was just breathing her last breath. She held the re-glued jade pendant in her hand, promised her adoptive father that they would see each other again in the next life, and then she died.
By the time he finished speaking, tears were streaming down everyone's face unconsciously. No one knew who started clapping, but everyone in the house followed suit and clapped.
When similar incidents were mentioned later, the villagers were no longer as repulsive as before.
When the storyteller had some free time in the morning, he wandered around the village. When he arrived at the gate of the school, he stroked his beard and sighed, saying that this school was indeed worthy of its reputation and that it was indeed a place with a lot of investment.
"Grandpa, tell me a story."
The storyteller looked down and saw a chubby little boy pulling at his clothes, begging him to tell a story.
How old is this child? If an adult sees him, he will be beaten to death.
Just as he was about to pull, he heard a clear female voice. He looked up and saw a pretty and handsome girl. She smiled and said, "Aren't you going to talk about books in the morning?"
"Miss, didn't you go to listen?" The storyteller cupped his hands and said, "I will start the story in the afternoon."
Dabao pulled Song Yuehua again and said, "Grandpa, tell me a story."
Song Yuehua reluctantly took out 20 copper coins and asked, "Is there a story without any extra stuff?"
Storyteller, "..."
Song Yuehua continued, "It's fine to be chivalrous, but not to talk about love. It's best if it's suitable for both young and old."
"Of course there is." The storyteller took the copper coin, came to the school courtyard, and told a story about a little boy catching a mouse.
There is only one boy and one mouse in the whole story, but because of the storyteller's vivid description, the story is told with many twists and turns and full of emotions.
Not to mention Dabao and Xiaobao, even Song Yuehua, Xiaoyu, Xie Wenwu and the two teachers, Madam Nie and Madam Xia, all listened with great interest.
It was thanks to Zong Yi that he found such a capable person.
The storyteller stayed in the village for a total of 5 days.
After the people left, the villagers were still somewhat reluctant to leave, so they privately imitated the gentleman and started talking about the story at the entrance of the village.
Everyone was talking about a book when they heard that the little grandson of the Zong family had fallen into the river.
When others rushed over, they saw Zong Yi running back with Zong Bai in his arms.
Zong Yi carried Zong Bai to the county town to see a doctor, but Zong Bai did not wake up. Later, he simply brought him back home and found a fortune teller to take a look. After the fortune teller muttered some magic, Zong Bai still did not seem to wake up.
Two days passed and the Zong family was almost going crazy.
Later, a lama holding a prayer wheel came and after looking around the clan house, he started performing rituals in the courtyard, singing and dancing, attracting most of the village people to watch while cracking melon seeds.
At the end of the song, the lama said that Zongyi was now caught in a nightmare, and it would be best for the family to hold a big wedding event to bring the child back.
Zong Yi immediately said, "I am willing to get married."
"Don't worry. This wedding is conditional," the lama said slowly. "First, the wedding must be held within three days. If it is delayed too long, you may not be able to get back by then. Another condition is that the girl must be born at midnight."
Zong Yi immediately pulled over the matchmaker Tang who was watching the fun and asked hurriedly, "Aunt Tang, please help me."
"Zong boy, aren't you embarrassing me?" Matchmaker Tang quickly rejected the offer. "We're getting married in three days. How could a girl from a respectable family be willing to marry you in three days? Anyone who's been married knows that it takes more than three days just to propose marriage and ask for auspiciousness."
Zong Yi immediately knelt down in front of Matchmaker Tang, "Aunt, please save Xiao Bai."
"Well, wasn't Wu Xinlian born at midnight? If you have a wedding ceremony with her, it can be considered as a good omen for good luck." Mrs. Tang was so guilty that her eyes turned around and she stammered.
Some people who were watching the fun cursed, "Tang Po, is there anyone who is a matchmaker like you? You got the match made for someone else's uncle and sister-in-law."
"What's wrong with uncle and sister-in-law?" The hot-water woman pointed at the man with her hands on her waist and cursed, "Now the purpose of getting married is to save people. What is more important than the life of a little kid!"
The person who was scolded backed off, and the people standing nearby who couldn't bear to watch also said, "Then the uncle and sister-in-law getting married is somewhat unethical, and it won't be good if it gets out..."
"Why is it bad?" Tang Po walked up to the man and cursed, "They were trying to save a little kid's life, and you, Mao Dazhi, are talking about ethics. You can't even count the number of blades of grass in the field, and you're talking about ethics. You should count the moles on your face first!"
There were a few people who opened their mouths, but they were all silenced by the hot water bottle's sharp mouth.
Zong Yi suddenly bowed to the villagers and said loudly, "If I have failed the heaven and earth, I am willing to die here. If I have not failed the heaven and earth, ancestors, please let my nephew wake up!"
The villagers were stunned. They didn't expect Zong Yi to love his nephew so much.
If Zong Bai didn't wake up, he would commit suicide...
"Dear fellow villagers, please come here to have a drink of light wine the day after tomorrow to add a bit of joy to our courtyard!"
After saying this, Zong Yi bowed deeply to everyone again.
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