It has no human emotions and desires, and does not understand the influence of money and desire on people. In the end, it blames everything on the growth environment that shapes the character.
It must be that the last host grew up in a terrible environment. If he had been born into a wealthy family, experienced all kinds of things in the world, had a high vision, and a high spirit, he would not be so stupid that he would rush to be a man's concubine.
Once the physiological needs for food, clothing, housing and transportation are met, isn’t the next step to realize the high-level needs of self-worth?
What can better reflect a person's social value than saving lives and helping the wounded, hanging pots to help the world?
Therefore, he kept praying while sleeping for hundreds of years.
I pray that the next host will be born with wealth, good luck, a clear mind, be proactive, and have the awareness and thoughts to work for the medical industry for half his life.
The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he asked enthusiastically.
"How is your new family? Do you adapt to it? It doesn't matter if you don't adapt. After all, you came from a society where slaves were liberated and everyone was declared equal.
If nothing else, you will be assimilated in a few years, and the idea that people are divided into three, six, and nine classes will soon take root in your thoughts. Maid and servant, don’t be too easy to use it! "
It had been like this for the previous terms, and Yao Ling didn't think there was anything different about the little girl in front of him.
Xiangyun's head was full of questions: "What maid? There are no maids in my family."
Yao Ling was no longer calm, and his head started to buzz. His consciousness came out of the space, and what he saw was a dilapidated courtyard, where several boys wearing shabby cotton clothes were having fun.
The tables, chairs and benches at home were so old that they were crumbling, and they couldn't even light a kerosene lamp on the table.
Sitting on the bed was a woman wearing black shoes. She was in her twenties and had a gentle appearance. She could be considered pretty, but she could not hide the signs of being ravaged by life.
She was much simpler than the women he had seen in the big mansion before.
"Host, I've suffered so much for you. You even have to make your own pair of shoes. What kind of family do you live in?"
Yao Ling's voice started to cry, Xiangyun was a little confused.
"What are you talking about? That's my mother! You can even read my voice, don't you know which one is me?"
Yaoling choked up.
mother?
Its gaze slowly moved around the room, and finally stopped on a one-meter-long wooden bed next to the bed.
The pink-carved little girl pouted her little mouth, her chubby limbs stared in the air, and her big black eyes were like a clear spring, clear and bright.
Yaoling: "You are this baby who is still sucking milk!"
"I'm six months old. I'm already weaned. I'm no longer a baby."
Yaoling:......
It would rather not wake up.
From that day on, the medicinal spirit was silent for several days. Xiangyun often entered the space to get medicinal materials, but it also remained silent.
For a moment, she thought the medicine spirit had gone to sleep again.
It may be that its first few hosts were all adults, and at worst they were half-grown children who could run and jump. When meeting a host who had been raised from a baby for the first time, it was difficult to accept it for a while, and he became autistic.
Xiangyun didn't bother to care about it, because on the fifth day of the first lunar month, the day to welcome the God of Wealth came.
Welcoming the God of Wealth is an important day even more important than the New Year. Every house opens its windows and doors to welcome the God of Wealth.
Everyone who has a shop or business at home rushes to the Temple of Wealth in Liuhe Town to offer incense. The scene is more lively than worshiping the Three Pure Ones in the first month.
The Lin family had breakfast and had nothing to do, so they also went to town together.
Many shops on the street have opened, and the streets are bustling with people. Every household hangs red silk for good luck.
Xiangyun was carried on his father's shoulders, and he could see the scenery further than anyone else.
In front of the Temple of Wealth, there was a crowd of people, and two angry scoldings came from time to time.
"Who stepped on my shoe?"
"Hey, hey, what's the crowd behind? Don't you see there's no road ahead?"
"Why fight? Anyway, the first furnace of incense was already taken away by the shopkeeper of Xiangmanlou, and the second furnace was also snatched away by shopkeeper Jin of Yuelai. What does it matter who comes first?"
Mrs. Zheng was so squeezed that she almost turned into a pie. In the end, it was Lin Laosan who pulled her out of the crowd.
"Forget it, there are too many people, let's go, don't lose the children."
Tianci and the two twins managed to get out from between the adults' thighs. Their clothes were crumpled and their chests felt uncomfortable.
"They are so scary. Why do they have to snatch incense?"
Tianji had seen the Sanqing Taoist Temple on the first day of the new year. Everyone was standing in line at the door waiting to burn incense with smiles. The scene was much more harmonious than the one before him.
Tian Rui looked at the incense sticks in everyone's hands that were longer and thicker than the last ones, and his forehead was covered with black lines.
"From what the person just said, it seems that the earlier you burn incense, the better it will be remembered by the God of Wealth, and you will be able to make more money in the coming year, so everyone wants to get ahead of others."
Xiangyun stretched his neck to look into the temple, and saw the God of Wealth, who was almost two people tall. He had an upright golden body and impressive wealth. He held a gold ingot in one hand and a jade Ruyi in the other. His face was kind and smiling, which really made people happy.
She wanted to go inside and pay homage.
She and Boss Lin were the only ones in the Lin family who were very interested. The others had already given up and planned to go shopping elsewhere.
Boss Lin rubbed his palms and looked at the huge crowd, his eyes shining.
"I want to go in and pay my respects. Working and improving are not as good as incense. Maybe the God of Wealth will like me and help me make a small fortune in the coming year."
As he said this, he took out the copper plate and bought the thickest one on the stall.
Mrs. Zhang glanced at him and didn't care. She didn't believe that worshiping gods and praying to Buddha could make all her wishes come true.
There happened to be a lush plum grove behind the Temple of Wealth. The flowers were blooming just right, so Mrs. Zhang took the children to play.
Lin Laosan and Tianci were in a hurry. After handing Xiangyun to Zheng, they ran away together to find a place where no one was around to solve the problem.
The mother and daughter walked slowly towards the direction of Meilin. Within two steps, the tip of Xiangyun's nose moved slightly and she smelled a sweet smell. There was a stall selling cloud cakes next to the temple.
Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth unsatisfactorily.
Xiangyun swore that it wasn't because she was too greedy, but because the child's oral secretions were too strong, and she didn't want to.
Mrs. Zheng smiled while wiping the corners of her mouth: "Little greedy cat, you have the sharpest nose. Do you want to eat cloud cake?"
Xiangyun chuckled, staring at the stall and refusing to leave.
Mrs. Zheng stepped forward, pointed to a ball of pastries wrapped in red paper, and asked for the price.
"Boss, how do you sell Yun Pian Cake?"
The stall owner is a woman about fifty years old.
"Fifteen cents per catty. Madam, please buy some for your little girl to try. My cloud cake is fragrant and sweet. It is purchased from Xiangmanlou."
Fifteen cents can buy a pound of ribs, which is not cheap for ordinary people.
Seeing the customer's hesitation, the woman grabbed half of a piece and handed it to Xiangyun's hand.
Xiangyun took it, tore off half of the piece and stuffed it into Zheng's mouth, and ate the rest.
A sweet and cloying white sugar frost occupies all the taste in the mouth. It tastes like eating paper, is dry and makes your throat sore.
Looking at Zheng's frowning expression, she knew that Aniang was not satisfied either.
"I heard someone say that Yuelai Food Shop is the best in making sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in town."
The stall owner waved his hand: "That was in the past, but now Yuelai can't even compare with a finger of Xiangmanlou.
Shopkeeper Jin is a woman who doesn't want to marry a man and have children, so she has to open an inn and deal with a group of men all day long. She thought her business was doing well, but she didn't know how many men there were after her looks.
I told you something was going to go wrong, and it was just as expected. A good restaurant was going to close down because of her troubles! "
Jin Manniang, who had just come out of the Temple of Wealth and was about to go home, stopped when she heard the sound.
She waited in line at the temple entrance from Yinshizheng in the cold wind until the beginning of Chenshi. She was the first to rush in when the door opened. She thought she would be the first person to offer incense at the Temple of Wealth again this year.
Who would have thought that the cauldron for burning incense had already been filled with three sticks of lit incense.
Seeing the money, the abbot of the Temple of Wealth took away the benefit of the incense filling the building. He deliberately opened the small door and let the shopkeeper in to burn the first handful of incense.
Jin Manniang came to the abbot to argue, but he only said that the shopkeeper of Xiangmanlou was too considerate. The God of Wealth was moved when he saw it, and asked him in a dream to give the first bouquet of incense this year to Xiangmanlou.
She was so angry that she wanted to break the incense and throw it at the abbot, but she finally endured it and changed from first place to second place.
What was even more unlucky was that before leaving the temple, I bumped into the shopkeeper and chef Liu Yishao of Xiangmanlou. I hadn't seen each other for a few days. Liu Yishao's waist had become rounder again, which showed that he had a happy life with shopkeeper Yao.
The two of them taunted her with guns and sticks and left together.
The unsatisfactory past days have burned into a ball of fire in Jin Manniang's heart, and she wished she could hold out the flames when she opened her mouth.
Who knew that it wasn't over yet? As she was walking down the steps of the Temple of Wealth, she heard the street vendors talking about her again, and their words were full of contempt.
Anger surged into his throat. If she didn't make some noise today, people in the town would think that Jin Manniang was dead!
Just as he was about to step forward to argue, the woman holding a child in front of the stall said coldly.
"Auntie, you are also a woman, and you also set up a stall in front of the Temple of Wealth to do business. If someone asks you to clean up your stall and go away, don't compete with men for business.
Or, if you, a woman, don't stay at home properly and go out to do business, it's unbecoming of a woman. What would you think? "
The stall owner was stunned for a moment and retorted: "I am doing a small business and I don't make much money. Besides, I am so old, who cares about the reputation of an old woman."
"Can you lose shame when you get older?"
Zheng is usually gentle and always smiles at others, but sometimes she becomes harsh and harsh, which really surprises Xiangyun.
She made a "poof" sound, spat out the cloud cake in her mouth, and smashed it into her mouth with a look of disgust.
The word "unpalatable" is written all over his face.
The stall owner's expression changed and he immediately chased people away: "The wild boar can't eat fine chaff, so if you don't want to buy it, leave as soon as possible."
Mrs. Zheng wiped the corner of her daughter's mouth: "No matter how fine the fine bran is, it is used to feed livestock. Your cloud cake is hard and sweet. It seems that the glutinous rice has not been cooked for enough time. My daughter will hold it in her mouth, so naturally she won't. eat."
"What do you know?"
Zheng didn't argue with her and turned around to walk towards Mei Lin: "Bao, dear, I want to eat cloud cake. Mom will make it for you when you go back. Keep it soft and sweet, thin and white, as white as your chubby face... …”
As he spoke, he rubbed his daughter's face, making her giggle.
The mother and daughter were playing around without noticing the woman who had been observing them.
