Chapter 203 202. The night is short and the sun is rising
Since Gui Fulang said so, Lei Li did not hesitate, but in return, he also gave a red envelope to Hu Wa, Gui Fulang's son.
This year's red envelope is a purse made of gold thread and satin.
When Gui Fulang saw the purse, he quickly put it away for Hu Wa. Hu Wa was only ten years old and was naughty and ignorant. It would be bad if the purse was damaged or dirty.
He put it away and gave it to Hu Wa in the future. He had heard that the purses of rich families were very exquisite. If his Hu Wa passed the imperial examination and could go to the county school in the future, he would not be looked down upon if he used this purse.
——Otherwise, if he were asked to spend his own money to buy such an expensive purse, he would not be willing to do so. It would be better for him to use the money to buy a pig and kill it for food.
Mrs. Gui left happily.
When the villagers found out about it, some were envious, but knowing the personalities of the Lei family, especially Lei Li, they didn't dare to try to take advantage of them. Instead, they took a roundabout approach and let their own children play more with the little ginger in the Lei family.
According to the villagers, a child is one year old when he is born, and one year is added every Chinese New Year. By calculating his age in this way, Xiao Shengjiang is six years old.
This is done intentionally to describe an older age in order to deceive passing ghosts who want to harm people.
Legend has it that children are weak and have strong souls, making them easily possessed by ghosts and have their souls eaten. Saying that they are a few years older indicates that they are older children and adults. If you want to eat children, go somewhere else.
But the Lei family was used to Zhou Yi saying "one year old" and always said that little Jiang was over four years old.
Therefore, when little ginger looks at the children playing with him, he will be very confused——
We're both four years old, so why is this kid so much younger? We were born the same year, so why is he six and I four? I'm four, so why does this aunt say I'm six?
The confused little ginger showed his good habit of asking when he didn't understand and went to ask his father.
Zhou Yi said, "People have both lunar ages and lunar ages. Lunar age is older than lunar age. Every year after your birthday, you get one year older. Every year after the Chinese New Year, you get one lunar age older."
Little Jiang nodded, not quite understanding, and then asked, "Then why do we need to distinguish between lunar age and lunar age?"
"To trick the little devil."
Zhou Yi explained the local customs to Xiao Sheng Jiang, who was surprised. "There are ghosts that eat people? My great-grandmother and great-grandfather died and became ghosts. Do they eat people too?"
"Of course not."
Zhou Yi said softly, "Grandma and Grandpa were good people when they were alive, and they are good ghosts after they die. Good ghosts don't eat people, only bad ghosts do."
"Then when bad people die and become bad ghosts, will they also eat people? When bad ghosts were still human, they were all bad people. Can good people become bad ghosts?"
Little Ginger's little head was full of questions.
"That's not necessarily the case."
Zhou Yi said, "The Great Emperor of Earth controls ghosts, and he has many immortal officials under him who also control ghosts. Ghosts transformed from bad people will be captured by the immortal officials and reborn. They can no longer harm people, so they are not bad ghosts."
"A good person is killed by a bad person. The good person is unwilling to accept this and wants to harm others, so he becomes a bad ghost. When the bad person dies, his conscience is awakened and he becomes a ghost. This ghost does good things and is also a good ghost."
“So complicated…”
The little ginger boy’s little head couldn’t understand so much, so he sighed softly.
I thought to myself, there are so many things he doesn’t understand, but his father is so great and knows so much. When will he be as great as his father?
"Why are you still sighing?"
Zhou Yi couldn't help laughing when he saw this. He touched Xiao Shengjiang's cheek and said, "People can't be divided into absolute good and bad. A good person may have done bad things, and a bad person may have done good things."
"So we gingers don't have to do good things every time we encounter something. Sometimes, the good way to do something isn't necessarily the right way, and the right way isn't necessarily the good way."
"For example, if your dad asks you to share half of your favorite snack with a younger child, and the child is very happy, is sharing a good thing in this case?"
"yes……"
Little Ginger nodded and said, "As the storybook says, sharing is a good thing."
"But if we gingers are unhappy, that's not good for us gingers, so we gingers can refuse to share the snacks with the children because they are ginger's snacks."
Zhou Yi looked at the surprised and confused face of the young student Jiang, then smiled and said, "There was a person who took advantage of a loophole in the law to do something bad and harm others, but legally speaking, he was not wrong and was right. Is this a good thing?"
"Um……"
Little Ginger thought for a moment and said, "No, because he hurt others, so this is not a good thing?"
"Yes."
Zhou Yi nodded. "What if our family is very poor and Sheng Jiang is sick? Dad stole money from others to treat Sheng Jiang's illness, and then Sheng Jiang recovered. However, Dad stealing money is illegal and wrong."
"At this moment, is Dad doing something good or bad? Is he a good person or a bad person?"
"ah……"
Little Jiang's brain was about to shut down. He was a little dazed and asked ignorantly, "Is Jiang sick? Did Dad steal money?"
"no……"
Zhou Yi was a little amused and said, "This is a hypothesis. Suppose that Dad stole the money."
"oh……"
Little Jiang nodded, not quite understanding. After thinking for a while, he said, "Dad is a good man. He stole the silver for Jiang, but... but to the people who were robbed, Dad is a bad man!"
"According to the law, Daddy's stealing of silver is wrong, so he is a bad guy and should be arrested and sent to jail."
"yes."
Zhou Yi smiled glumly, "You see, a person can be both good and bad, so good and bad are not absolute."
"As gingers, we just need to have a clear conscience and do what we think is right, regardless of what others think. Of course, we should also try not to harm others."
"If you see someone doing something bad, don't be quick to criticize them, because they might be trying to save someone, or they might be being deceived."
“Okay!”
Although little Ginger still didn't quite understand, he knew what his father said was right. He nodded his little head and smiled sweetly, "Ginger, I know!"
He held his father's face with his small hands and kissed him, "Dad is sick. Even if Jiang didn't have any silver, he would steal it to save him. Dad is more important!"
"……OK."
Zhou Yi was a little embarrassed again. He touched the little ginger's head and said, "Thank you, ginger. But first work hard to earn money, and then you can borrow money from others and pay it back slowly. Only when you have no other choice can you do something bad."
"Ginger knows!"
Little Jiang Cui agreed promptly and ran happily to play with the other children.
"Run slower!"
"Okay, Dad!"
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The weather was quite sunny during the New Year holidays, with no heavy snow and some sunshine.
But soon the snow started falling again, and the newly cleared road was covered with a thick layer of snow. The adults came out to sweep the snow, and the children were playing snowball fights and making snowmen.
There was a thin layer of ice on the Sanli River in the village. People could not stand on it because it would break and fall into the river. Fish swam around under the ice from time to time. Some idle people in the village opened a hole in the ice and set up a fishing rod to fish.
The fish swam underwater to the opening in the ice to breathe. When the fishermen saw them, they scooped them up with nets. They caught quite a lot, filling a whole wooden bucket.
Fish are fat in winter. Although they are not common, they are also a delicacy. Cooked with tofu, they produce a white and fragrant soup that warms your stomach.
Lei Dashan was out for a stroll when he happened to see the fisherman. He bought two big fish from him for a few coins and asked his brother-in-law to make pickled fish and squirrel fish for lunch.
When Little Ginger saw the big fish, he cheered happily and said he wanted to eat steamed fish.
Lei Dashan happily changed his mind and said, "Okay, okay, let's have steamed fish for lunch. Let your father cook it. We'll eat plenty of ginger."
"Yeah!"
Little Jiang smiled with his eyes curved, put his arms around his grandfather's neck, and gave him a kiss, making his grandfather smile from ear to ear.
Little ginger loves to eat fish.
Especially the steamed fish.
Don’t be fooled by the little guy’s small size and small teeth. He is very good at removing fish bones. He can spit out the small fish bones by himself without the adults having to worry about him.
However, his caring father always gave him the fish belly meat with the least bones and the most tenderness, and gave his father the fish back - his father liked to eat the fish back, including the dorsal fin.
But at this moment, Sheng Jiang's two fathers had not yet gotten up, and the noise in the house made them feel that the night was too short.
Lei Li lay on Zhou Yi's body, his hair slightly wet, breathing with his mouth half open. He closed his eyes, feeling the lingering pleasure in his body, and pinched the other person with evil intentions.
"Um……"
Zhou Yi groaned.
Instead, he pulled the quilt closer to Lei Li, covering his arms that were around his neck, and gently stroked his back, soothing him.
He asked softly, "Are you getting up now?"
"No……"
Lei Li shook his head slightly.
She opened her eyes, and a pair of bright, sparkling black pupils stared at her husband with a sly look, "Do you want to do it again? I see you're excited again..."
"Goodbye..."
Zhou Yi pursed his lips slightly, his ears feeling a little hot. "It's already happened once... It's getting late now, you should get up. Aren't you hungry?"
"I'm hungry."
Lei Li nodded very confidently and said with a smile, "So I asked you if you want to have another one. I'm not full yet, and you're full already?"
“…Not too much.”
Zhou Yi restrained himself and advised him, "You've been doing too much since the beginning of winter. You always want it in the evening and in the morning. This is not good for your health. Too much is as bad as too little."
"But I still want it."
Lei Li hummed softly, he moved, slightly raising his upper body. Zhou Yi also frowned slightly because of his action, with an expression that was half pleased and half patient.
"Really?"
Lei Li lowered her eyebrows and kissed him, from kissing to pecking, making a chirping sound, leaving behind a series of ambiguous water-colored traces like footprints.
Especially on the scar on Zhou Yi's face, Lei Li kissed it again and again and touched it with his hands, which made Zhou Yi feel itchy on his face and in his heart.
"I was careless when I saved you, so you got this scar from being scratched by a stone."
Lei Li kissed the scar again and chuckled, "But I quite like it. It looks fierce and tough, but its nature is so soft..."
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