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Chapter 21
Xiao Ling'er thought it was her own illusion, so she didn't take it to heart. After seeing Chu Xinran finish all the medicine obediently and didn't seem to want to continue shouting or making a fuss, she turned around and left.
But after she left, she didn't know that the small ornaments on the table that had been restrained from shaking were turned into sieve chaff.
Chu Xinran looked down at the ornaments on the table, then looked up at Xiao Ling'er who had already walked away. For the first time, she felt fortunate for the decision she had made.
Although I don’t know what kind of aura Xiao Ling’er has that can make these things that don’t exist in reality feel afraid.
But she was really glad that when she decided to save herself, she chose to return to Daxi Village, which her grandmother had described as a good place.
I met the enthusiastic Zuzu, the village chief who, although busy, thinks a lot.
Now we have Xiao Ling'er who can suppress these little creatures.
Perhaps, the decision to return to Daxi Village from the very beginning would be one of the few decisions in her life that could be called the right one.
After a lot of random thoughts in her mind and looking at the pile of things still shaking on the table, Chu Xinran kindly took out those that were still in the box.
There are both small and large items in here, but they all have one thing in common, which is that they are very valuable. Basically, the items in the boxes were bought for her by her grandmother when her mother was still alive, and she has always kept them carefully.
Even when she fell ill later, she restrained herself from destroying these things.
As for those small decorative plants like cacti, it was because her mother said that she likes to look at electronic products like computers, so it would be better to put some plants that can absorb radiation on the desk, which is healthier.
After her mother passed away, she began to buy these small desktop plant ornaments frequently.
The ones in front of her are the ones she has raised for such a long time and they have never died.
When she is not in good condition and has no time to take care of these small ornaments, they can still take care of themselves, live well, and accompany her for a long time. This is also one of the main reasons why she always brings them with her when she returns to Daxi Village.
But they are really noisy.
If the ornaments in the box in front were not given by her grandmother and mother, she would not be willing to stay in the city.
As for the remaining small plants, she couldn't guarantee that other plants she planted in the countryside would be able to survive as tenaciously as these, so she didn't want to bring any of them.
"Cactus, stop shaking so much. Your thorns are scratching the glass. It's so noisy."
Listening to the creaking sound beside her ears, Chu Xinran felt helpless.
These little creatures have their mouths closed, but they just can't calm down.
"I can't help it. That little girl just now gave me the feeling that if I don't obey her and disturb her, she will eat me up. Woo woo..."
Before the cactus could speak, the small cactus next to it spoke first. The whole plant was shaking even more violently than the cactus, but it looked short and stocky, and not as obvious as the cactus.
Hearing its words, Chu Xinran turned around to look at the other small ornaments next to her. They all had the same expression of agreement.
Although it looks very noisy now, it is much better than before. Chu Xinran is even more curious about this little girl Xiao Ling'er. She can actually control her illness with her aura. What a magical little girl.
Chu Xinran still hasn't realized that her ability to hear these little ornaments speak is not a branch of her mental problems, but an ability that has appeared in her.
But even if she had doubts, she let them go after the last psychological consultation before leaving the city.
Because the psychotherapists never suspected that she had any special abilities, they attributed her current condition to delusion and the sequelae of severe depression turning into bipolar disorder.
So even now, when she faced these little ornaments making noise, she didn't think about controlling them, because in her mind, this was a disease that could only be controlled by taking medicine, and the disease would not change because of her own subjective wishes.
With such negative thoughts, Chu Xinran had no idea that as long as she was a little more assertive and communicated well with these little ornaments, although they would still be noisy, they would definitely not leave her no time to breathe like they do now.
The current situation is that these small ornaments have not had subjective consciousness for a long time. In the past, they only have memories of existence when they could not think. Perhaps those memories are a bit cramped, unable to move, speak, or even think, which makes them too lively now.
Before, when Chu Xinran was irritated and barked at them, they thought she was just playing with them.
Chu Xinran's side seemed to be back to normal for the time being, while the grandmother over there was so happy to see the other children taking a long time to clean up the two children.
Especially at the end, as soon as I washed Shushu clean, mud and water appeared on her body from nowhere in the next second, making her dirty. I couldn't wash it off.
When Xiao Ling'er came back, she saw her brothers looking so depressed.
"Quiet, don't be so naughty!"
After looking around, he knew who was causing the trouble. He immediately picked up Shushu, wiped her clean, put clothes on her, and wrapped her hands as well.
My hands couldn't touch the water, so the people behind me who were washing my daughter's hair found it much easier and they washed it clean in no time.
"These two kids are so mischievous."
Zuzu said, reaching out and holding the little hand that was wrapped into a small bun, "Shushu, let's go to the side and watch the brothers play. Watch them have fun."
Xiao Shu'er was being held by the hand, and her hands were feeling a little uncomfortable because of the things wrapped in them. Now that her grandfather had diverted her attention, she focused her gaze on her embarrassed brothers. She seemed to really find it funny and was giggling.
"You guys should clean up yourselves. Xiao Shu'er is laughing at you."
After picking up Manman, Xiao Ling'er was about to go out. When she heard a sound, she turned around and saw the looks of her brothers. Xiao Ling'er tried to hold back her laughter.
At this time, the entire bathroom was as dirty as if firecrackers had just been set off because they had cleaned it for the two children, and they themselves were also covered in mud.
After washing themselves, the group of children prepared to start lunch.
The adults in the family are busy and haven't come home yet. If we want to eat in advance, they will definitely cook for themselves.
We can't let the only adult present, Zuzu, cook.
It's really outrageous.
"Grandpa, I'll make it softer for you. How about we each take an egg and make egg custard?"
Shitou stood at the kitchen door holding a large basin, looking at Zuzu who was holding two children under the eaves and asked.
At this time, the children were busy cooking, and thinking that their grandfather could keep an eye on the two children and prevent them from running around, they simply tied them up next to their grandfather.
If Ying Huai had focused his attention here, he would probably be happy.
Grandpa had been taken away by Chu Xinran before, otherwise after the two children woke up today, they would definitely be sent to the tree and tied to him to be watched by Grandpa.
"Okay, just do it as you see fit. Don't make too much or we won't be able to finish it."
Zuzu had no objection. She didn't have many teeth anyway and didn't expect to eat anything delicious. It was good enough that it was soft and easy to put into the mouth.
"Oh, don't worry, Zuzu. If we can't finish the food, the big goose at home will eat it."
Shitou nodded and didn't take it to heart. With all these kids here who never felt satisfied with one meal, how could they not finish the food?
Besides, if he can’t finish the food, his father can still eat it. If his father can’t finish it, the poultry at home will have the turn.
There's no such thing as kitchen waste in their house. Anything edible can be put to good use, and even the inedible can be turned into compost.
While they were busy preparing lunch, the village chief, who had just finished work and was about to go home for lunch, received a call from the town, asking him to go to the town for a meeting as soon as possible.
"Oh my, there must be some action going on up there again. Why are there so many meetings lately?"
The village chief muttered to himself, but his steps did not slow down as he ran quickly towards home.
As soon as I entered the house, I could smell the aroma of cooking. "You guys can eat at home. Go to the fields and call your uncles. Don't call me. I have to go to town."
Seeing that the children were almost done with the meal, I knew that they would go find their parents and go home to eat after they finished cooking, so I called out to the children in the kitchen.
"Grandpa, why don't you take something to eat on the way? It's already noon, why are you still going to town?"
Xiao Ling'er poked her head out and came out of the kitchen with a small rice spoon.
"There's nothing I can do. This is Grandpa's job. Don't worry, Xiao Ling'er. Grandpa will go to town to buy some food to fill your stomach."
As the village chief spoke, he took out his small tricycle from the carport and pushed it out.
The village chief used to drive a motorcycle, but as he got older, his children were afraid that something might happen to him while driving, so they insisted on buying him a gasoline tricycle to replace the motorcycle.
Now the motorcycle has become his sons' vehicle. Whenever they have time, they let him ride it and they won't even let him touch it.
"Master, take some buns with you to eat on the way."
Seeing the village chief dragging the tricycle to the road and preparing to drive away, Shitou stuffed a few wrapped buns into his hands.
"Eat it yourselves, these are all we have at home."
When the village chief saw the size of the small bag, he knew at once that he had taken everything from the house.
"You eat it yourself, leave it at home and we'll have to fight if we don't have enough to share."
Shitou didn't care and just stuffed his food in and prepared to go back to eat.
"Master, be careful on the road. I still have some egg custard to eat. Wait until all the steamed buns are snatched away by me."
Waving his hand, Shi Tou turned around and went back.
"This child..."
The village chief found it a little funny to see him acting like a little adult.
When Shitou is a naughty kid, people really want to hang him up and beat him, but when he is well-behaved and sensible, people want to give him all the delicious and fun things in the house.
The tricycle was rumbling along the way. When it passed by Ying Huai, the village chief inexplicably wanted to stop and talk to Ying Huai.
"Godmother, I have to go out for a meeting today. I will be back in the evening. I hope you are well~"
After the head was sticking out, the village chief seemed relieved and retracted it to continue driving.
Ying Huai was no longer surprised by this little habit of the villagers.
Whenever the villagers felt something bad in their hearts, or thought of something bad before traveling, they would say a few words to Ying Huai when they passed by him.
No matter how Ying Huai reacted, they felt relieved.
Ying Huai felt a little uneasy as he watched the village chief driving away.
The content of spiritual energy in the air has been gradually increasing recently. Not only can demonic plants with their own intelligence like Ying Huai absorb spiritual power, but some alien plants that have mutated without developing any intelligence have also shown signs of absorbing spiritual energy.
Unlike those with intelligence, they only have instincts, and these instincts are likely to harm humans and the animals around them.
Although it was still in the early stages, Ying Huai was still a little uneasy. The leaves on the branches swayed, and a few seemingly meaningless locust leaves fell from the branches, and followed the wind towards the tricycle driven by the village chief, and gently landed on the shell of his tricycle without moving again.
"That should be enough."
Ying Huai muttered something and felt relieved.
Looking down at the little demon plant that he was playing with, Ying Huai was speechless.
"You are such a careless person. You were injured so badly before. Now that you have time to play, you might as well strengthen the spiritual energy in your body."
The little demon plant seemed to understand this sentence. It stretched out the two branches it was playing with and waved them towards Ying Huai. It saw that the leaves on the top were not its own leaves at all, but the spiritual locust leaves that Ying Huai had given it before.
The leaves of Yinghuai's locust tree look very small, much smaller than its own leaves, so when it was playing just now, Yinghuai didn't see its own leaves.
"Okay, then you continue playing."
Ying Huai looked at the locust tree leaves swaying on the branches. The spiritual energy on them was gradually decreasing as the little demon plant fiddled with them.
The little demon plant is not simply playing, but absorbing the spiritual energy from the leaves while playing.
"You understand what it means to grow up happily better than humans."
As Ying Huai spoke, he pulled a leaf off his branch and threw this one to it.
"Play, play."
Now I can understand what he says. I think I will be able to communicate with him after playing with him for a while.
It’s better to absorb more, so that Ying Huai won’t feel like he is talking to a stupid little demon plant, which is very boring.
Thinking of this, if Ying Huai himself did not have enough spiritual energy, he probably could have thrown another leaf down to the little demon plant.
Thinking of this, Ying Huai sensed the leaves he had placed on the village chief's car and found no signs of spiritual power being affected, so he felt relieved.
"It looks relatively safe outside now."
I just don’t know what the future will be like if there are animals and plants that have no intelligence and have undergone mutations.
The village chief had no idea about Ying Huai's worries. He just had a bad feeling in his heart when he left the village, but this feeling gradually dissipated after he said hello to his godmother.
Now he drives his three-wheeled car on the road, and he has no intention of driving slowly because of his old age.
"Why are the weeds and branches on this road growing so well recently..."
Looking at the wild grass growing wildly on the roadside and the even denser branches and leaves growing on the mountain, the village chief frowned.
It hasn't rained much here recently, so although it's not drought-prone, these plants would never be in such a state normally.
"Could it be that someone was bored and watered and fertilized these plants?"
The village chief found it incredible to think about it. He shook his head, rejected the idea, and temporarily put aside what he had thought before.
Since he couldn't figure it out now anyway, he might as well go to town and ask.
As they arrived in town and were about to walk towards the meeting place, they saw people coming from other villages around them.
The village chief frowned when he saw this.
"What's so urgent? Why are they sending people straight to town for a meeting without even giving them time?"
"I'm not sure. Let's go over and wait. There's still some time before the meeting."
The village chief was just talking to himself. Someone passed by and listened to him, then interrupted him.
When the village chief turned around, he saw a familiar man swallowing a dry biscuit, which seemed to have been brought out in a hurry from home.
The income in the village is not high, and the salaries of village heads are the lowest among the established units. They live frugally on weekdays and are reluctant to buy meals in the town that cost twenty or thirty yuan per meal unless necessary.
"Let's go, hurry up and stuff some food into your mouth. Eat while you walk. I guess we won't have much time to eat in the afternoon."
As the other party spoke, he walked forward quickly.
"How do you know?"
The village chief was puzzled, but he listened to his advice and followed his steps, hurriedly stuffing buns into his mouth as he walked forward.
"Hey, are you having buns today? Give me one. This bun is so dry that it hurts my throat."
As the other person spoke, he reached out and took a bun, stuffing it into his mouth.
Because he wanted to know what the other party was saying, the village chief did not stop him.
"My little grandson was afraid that I would suffer from the loss of my own mouth, so he saved money from his own mouth."
The village chief said this with a smile on his face.
“Tsk…”
The person opposite listened to his words, and he couldn't swallow the bun in his mouth, nor could he put it back. In the end, he could only make a disgusted sound.
"You know the youngest boy in my family, right?"
Although he can’t compare to his grandson, his son can still talk to others.
"Yeah, I know. I heard he went to serve in the army. What's the matter? Do they know something about the situation?"
The village chief recalled the promising youngest son that the other party had mentioned before. He paused chewing and didn't care about the food in his mouth. He hurried to inquire.
This village is in the mountains upstream of Daxi Village. It is even more remote than Daxi Village, but not as xenophobic as Daxi Village. Many villagers have left, and there are not many left now.
However, this village chief is a very good one. He retired from the army when he was young and gave up the high salary in the town. Like the other village chiefs, he decided to go back and lead the seemingly remote village.
You know what, because I have been in the army, I know what kind of people the army needs.
He took the children to train every day. Those who could read continued to study, and those who couldn't learn, even if it was just nonsense, he still managed to recruit a few from his own village to join the army.
The rest, because of their good physical fitness, took the entrance exams for sports schools and eventually became physical education teachers in the surrounding towns and cities.
His youngest son was the most promising one among those children. He was a good student. Because he had a good foundation since childhood and had strong physical fitness, he was directly admitted to the military academy and finally served in the army.
Over the years, those who were close to him had heard about his youngest son who rarely came home.
"Well, they called us a while ago and told us to be careful around us. If we think any of the animals look strange, we should lock them up and not provoke them. We should also clean up the plants around the house, as some things might become abnormal in the future."
As he said this, he stuffed the last bite of bun into his mouth, swallowed it dryly and burped.
"I feel relieved. I'm finally full. I rushed all the way here. Tsk, it was exhausting."
As he spoke, he unscrewed the kettle hanging on his body, drank a mouthful of water and felt comfortable.
"Think over what I've said yourself, and don't tell anyone. Even though the higher-ups have been making moves recently, they clearly don't want to tell us directly. Okay, I'll go first. You walk slowly, and catch up quickly after you finish eating."
After saying that, he patted the village chief on the shoulder and strode forward.
His words shattered the village chief's recent luck.
Daxi Village has always had a very incredible existence and is very superstitious about this aspect. Some recent events have made people suspicious.
Even Zuzu, the old man who rarely moves, noticed it. He wandered around the village all day, checking the growth of crops in the fields. How could he not notice something was wrong?
It's just that I haven't associated these things with each other before.
Now, it's obvious that even those animals and plants are thinking about becoming spirits! Who can guarantee that if those things become spirits, they will be like my godmother, friendly to humans, and like to stay in the village and live in harmony with people?
There is some truth in the saying that those who are not of my race must have different hearts.
In addition, when he was curious about his godmother, he had also read some strange stories. The novels he read at that time were basically vernacular books left over from the last century. The monsters in them either brought disaster to the people or sucked human blood for cultivation.
At that time, he was still glad to have met his godmother, which was a great fortune for Daxi Village.
He never thought that the fear caused by the storybooks when he was young would be something he would have to face directly when he was old!
He absentmindedly stuffed the last bite of bun into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. Then, feeling a little heavy-hearted, he quickened his pace to catch up with the person in front.
"Hello, please sign here. We have ten minutes left. The leader will be here soon."
As soon as she arrived at the meeting place, she was stopped at the door. After signing the signature as requested by the other party, she was handed a document, which seemed to be the information she needed to see this time.
This is rare. In the past, when we had meetings, we always asked them to bring their own notebooks and take notes.
He found a seat next to the person he had just met and was about to open the document to check when he saw the other person smiling at him.
"Nothing special, it's all arranged, no explanation at all."
As he said this, he put the information aside, took out his notebook and put it on the table, ready to ask directly later.
Hearing his words, the village chief frowned, opened the document in his hand, glanced through it, and confirmed what the other party had just said.
Indeed, the above is all about arrangements for the village below, and there is no explanation throughout the article.
"Is the relocation of this mountain village a recent order from above? Why is it so urgent?"
The village chief looked at one of them and muttered.
"That should be the case. If there's something wrong with those things in the mountains, they must be moved away. Judging from the location, our village will also have to be relocated."
The other party said this without any response. He reached out and took the water cup on the table and took a sip.
There's nothing special about his village. There are only a few old people left in the village now, and the younger generation has basically been brought up by him to live in the city.
Now they are either taking root in the city or serving in the army. Although the houses in the village are well built and people live comfortably, these problems are unavoidable. There are only some elderly people left in the village who do not want to leave their hometown.
"It doesn't matter whether our village moves or not. The houses are there anyway. The elderly have moved out. If we can go back in the future, we can still visit. It's your village... Think about it carefully."
As he said this, he shrugged. These villages have been neighboring for many years. Although he didn't know what was going on in the village, he still knew about the xenophobia in Daxi Village.
Under the current circumstances, it's difficult to get the people of Daxi Village to move out.
【Author’s words】
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