"Bring Dabai's child to her. Dabai gave her rice and grain. If Xiaohei and the others didn't give it to her, they would forcefully push the child to her. As time goes by, Dabai will definitely not be happy, and there will be all kinds of partialities. Aren’t you talking about it again?”
When Sun heard this, it seemed that it was really the case.
Mrs. Dasun then said: "Things in this world are really the opposite of you."
"You see, grandparents like us want to help take care of their children if they can make money themselves."
"In the end, it doesn't matter whether it's your family or mine. They are young enough to take care of the children themselves, and we have nothing to do with them at all."
"And many old men and women in our village are really pitiful."
"My sons have all split up when they grow up. When it comes time to give out support rice at the end of the year, you push me and I push you. No one is willing to give out an extra grain of rice."
"When the time comes to put the children into the elderly's home and let the elderly take care of the children, they will be scrambling to be the first to do their job!"
"Moreover, the children can eat and drink for free by feeding the old man, which saves food for the Xiao family. Tsk tsk, they all have good calculations, but they screw up the old couple!"
These words of Da Sun didn’t sound unfamiliar to Sun either.
Because she had often heard these village gossips from Mrs. Liu before.
"Hey, these people don't even know what to say." Mrs. Sun said.
Their parents raised them up, married them, had children, and started a family.
It's so unfilial to have all your wishful thinking come upon your own parents!
Fortunately, all of my children are extremely filial. This is the real blessing!
…
After the Hungry Ghost Festival, Mrs. Sun, Mr. Liu and Mrs. Bao Suyun went to the Taoist temple together and asked Taoist Master Yuan for help to perform a ritual ceremony for salvation in front of Yang Hualin’s new grave in the mountains.
Then he went to the previous place and set up a trap to completely destroy the original Feng Shui array.
In fact, the moment Yang Hualin's body was dug out of the grave, the original Feng Shui formation had been destroyed.
Now, Taoist priest Yuan has come over to do some other rituals and so on, to completely break this situation. In this way, if someone is buried here in the future, similar weird things will not happen again.
After finishing all this, Yang Yongbai took out a sum of money and asked Sun family, Liu family, Bao Suyun and others to help prepare a meal to entertain relatives and friends.
Because it had been two or three days, when everyone sat down at the dinner table and faced the chicken, duck, and fish in front of them, their appetite suddenly came back.
Moreover, even if a few of them are still a little hungry, seeing everyone around them eating so deliciously, especially stimulated by the strong aroma of soju, their appetites will burst out in an instant and become extremely strong!
After drinking and eating, everyone didn't just disperse, because everyone was going to plan Xiuxiu's wedding.
We had previously planned to get married at the end of the month, but one of the matchmakers fell down and was bedridden, so it was postponed until mid-July.
"It's really unlucky. It's unheard of to marry a girl in July. It's so unlucky!" Old Yangtou felt bad whenever he mentioned Xiu Xiu's marriage.
Everyone in the room heard the old man's complaint and tacitly chose to remain silent.
Some quietly set their sights on Yang Yongjin and Cao Bamei.
Yang Yongjin blushed and said with embarrassment: "A matchmaker fell down his leg before and couldn't get off the ground, so it was delayed."
Old Yangtou continued to say with a dark face: "July is a yin month, a ghost month. It is so unlucky to marry your daughter in this month!"
In the old man's deep-rooted thoughts and cognition, in the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the gates of hell are wide open, and all kinds of wandering ghosts come to wander around in the earth.
If you have bad luck and weak yang energy, you are likely to get hit.
Sometimes if there are any major events, we will try to avoid doing them in the seventh month of the lunar calendar.
The old man had heard of something before, that is, some opera troupes would sing a great opera for various gods and ghosts one night in July!
On this day, in front of the usually noisy stage, there were benches one after another, but there was not a single person in sight.
However, singing, chanting, acting and fighting are indispensable on the stage.
Starting from the first line, you have to keep singing. No matter what happens underneath, there will be no temporary interruption.
When Lao Yangtou was young, he went out to get into trouble and had a drink with a singer.
I heard that person talk about a strange thing at that time. It is said that the person at that time was Wu Sheng.
One night in July of that year, he was performing on stage, and then he did a backflip and looked down from his crotch.
Oh my God!
The dozens of rows of benches that were empty a moment ago were now filled with people, a sea of people, people crowded around, and some even climbed to the edge of the stage to watch the show.
It's just that the people watching the theater are very strange. No matter whether they are men, women, old or young, they all have pale faces and disheveled hair. Some people have blood stains on their faces, and some are covered with mud.
Although before going on stage, he had received some explicit hints from the troupe leader and knew that the audience listening to the opera tonight was very different.
But he didn't look into it in detail. After all, that kind of thing was just a rumor that everyone talked about, and no one could really pat their chest and guarantee that they had witnessed it with their own eyes.
And he himself has never seen it.
However, at this moment, when he saw that scene while doing a backflip from his crotch, he was frightened.
When he regained his balance and stood face to face, he found that the audience was still empty...
He looked confused and his heart was beating fast.
Later, he kept an eye on it, changed his position and did another side flip. This time, his eyes looked from his crotch to the bottom of the stage again, and then, he saw the previous scene again!
The stage was full of people, men, women, old and young. They all looked weird, but no one looked normal.
There was an old man with only half of his face, and there was a middle-aged man with all the intestines hanging out of his stomach.
There is also a woman with her head held in her hands...
Just when the martial artist was dumbfounded, a cold hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.
Wu Sheng lowered his head and saw a bald old man with a face as yellow as papyrus grabbing his ankles tightly and pulling hard, while pulling the hair from the corner of his mouth and flowing down, exuding an indescribable feeling. stench!
Wu Shang couldn't bear it anymore, he let out a roar and kicked the old ghost away with all his strength. He didn't care about the drama anymore and ran out!
There were a few people on the stage at the time, but when they saw him running away, their faces changed.
They immediately came to stop him, but no one stopped him. He immediately jumped off the stage. He fainted and broke his leg...
By the time he woke up, it was already a matter of time.
At this time, he had already been fired by the leader of the troupe.
He knew that he was in trouble, and he didn't know how the class leader came to clean up the mess. He only knew that from then on, he was lame, and he was also very unlucky, and nothing went smoothly.
