At this time, Craftsman Liu brought the baby boy wrapped in swaddling clothes and said as he walked, let the fortune teller calculate your horoscopes and then give you a nice name. When he walked to the fortune teller, he suddenly heard the baby girl crying again. Craftsman Liu turned a deaf ear and only cared about the baby boy. The fortune teller recited something silently there, and then asked Craftsman Liu to listen to the baby girl's horoscope.
Because he stood still, the baby boy couldn't stop crying. Craftsman Liu protected him, patted his back gently, and then walked around in circles in the main room without hearing clearly what the fortune teller said to the baby girl.
After calculating the baby girl's horoscope, the fortune teller said emphatically: There will be a fire-prone evil spirit during the Spring Festival when this baby girl turns 5. You should pay attention to it. Craftsman Liu asked if there was any way to resolve it? The fortune teller said: If you do more good deeds or release animals frequently, you can get the secret help of the gods and avoid disasters. At this point, the fortune teller asked for a price: I will give you 5 taels of silver for this horoscope, and then I will give you the horoscope for the baby boy. After saying this, Craftsman Liu felt a little resentful towards him and thought to himself: Is it any wonder that the baby girl's horoscope must be calculated first? Because he was very concerned about the baby boy's fortune, he said: "Can it be cheaper? I will give you a total of 8 taels of silver."
No, let’s collect these five taels of silver first. The fortune teller spoke firmly. Craftsman Liu had no choice but to take the baby boy back to the bedroom and put it on the bed of Liu Daoying who was undergoing confinement. Then he opened the sealed cabinet and took out 10 taels of silver. He first gave 5 taels to the fortune teller and said, "You can tell my son's fortune properly again." !
The fortune teller put the money in his pocket with a satisfied smile on his face. Then he mentally assessed the baby boy's four pillars (ie, eight characters) and said seriously: Was this baby boy born a quarter of an hour late? If it's wrong I can't be sure.
Yes, it was indeed a quarter of an hour late. When he said this, the crow of a crow was heard. Craftsman Liu walked out of the door displeased and looked up to see a black cloud-like crow circling on the roof and flying towards the bamboo garden.
When he returned to the main room, he felt a sense of ominousness in his heart, but he tried his best to think for the best, hoping that the fortune teller would say something auspicious, preferably about his son's bright future. Craftsman Liu paid attention to the fortune teller's expression. He was calculating so silently and seriously.
After a while, the fortune teller frowned and didn't speak for a long time. And it took longer than the estimated time for the baby girl. Craftsman Liu couldn't help but want to ask. Before he could speak, the fortune teller started to explain: I don't know how. I usually tell people's horoscopes according to the law of yin and yang and the five elements. It's the same today. Why can't this child be lucky? Woolen cloth?
What does it mean to be unable to afford a salary? Craftsman Liu asked a little anxiously.
The fortune teller did not answer directly, but took out his huqin from his bag, wiped the strings, and then said: Can I sing it to you?
OK! Craftsman Liu watched him playing the huqin while turning his gloomy eyes and sang:
The wind and dust are rising in the sky, and the bamboo and mountain gods are swaying in the grass and trees.
He should have surrendered to the animal realm, but he was reincarnated as a human being.
The thunder rages and drives away old karma, and the evil fate has not yet been exhausted and the delusion arises.
Yin Cao sent troops to destroy them, and Qin Guangzhuanlun had orders.
The stage of life has not appeared, and the trip has been in vain.
The fortune teller had just finished singing when a string on the huqin broke with a bang, and the sound stopped suddenly. I saw a line of cold sweat breaking out on the fortune teller's forehead. He stood up, touched the crutches placed aside and was about to leave. Craftsman Liu asked: Why did you leave without explaining clearly? He said: I have already said it in the lyrics, let me go, I won't charge you a tael of silver.
The fortune teller believed that a broken string on the huqin was a bad omen. With that said, he had already left the main room. The shrill crow of crows can still be heard faintly in the bamboo garden.
Craftsman Liu did not chase him, but recalled his dream last night, hoping that it was not true, but he was very scared. Sure enough, at midnight that night, the baby boy had a fever all over his body and cried heartbreakingly. Craftsman Liu went to the mountain to invite a doctor. It was already a child, and the baby boy was trembling and convulsing all over, and he couldn't cry anymore. The doctor tried his best to pinch his chin and mountain roots, leaving red marks, but to no avail.
Craftsman Liu and his wife watched their precious son slowly lose his breath. They tore his body apart, yelled at each other, stamped their feet and beat their chests. While crying, they complained about how God was unfair to their family. They had been waiting for this for who knows how long. She was hoping to give birth to a baby boy, but he turned crooked (i.e. died in infancy)... That night, villagers outside the mountain also heard the news and came, found some boards, nailed a wooden box, put the baby boy's body inside and sealed it The lid was taken to the back hill, a hole was dug and it was hastily buried.
Craftsman Liu was very sad after losing his son. He couldn't sleep all night, so he got up early in the morning and went out to walk around on the hillside like a ghost. The sun came out, and although it was bright and bright, it made his melancholy face look very ugly.
Clumps of waist-high bracts bloomed with white flowers. He felt that this was a sad color, which matched his mood and made him very annoyed. He walked over and pulled up a bouquet of white flowers and threw them in the grass as if to vent his anger. Suddenly, he remembered something. By the way, I thought of the baby girl. That safe baby girl was also my child. My wife had given birth to 6 girls before, but now she gave birth to this girl who shouldn’t have been given birth to. For this family, it seems redundant. "What we need is a boy. Why does the boy he gives birth to disappear so briefly?"
He was puzzled and even blamed the unlucky white flower that fell into his sight. At this moment, the golden-red sunshine seemed to paint his feelings red, and also painted the white flowers in full bloom on the mountain red. He suddenly felt a little happy again. Red is an auspicious color. He wanted to remember it. How to remember it? He thought about it for a while, and finally thought of naming his baby girl Hong before she even had a name. What is Hong? He patted his huge head.
This white flower was dyed red by the golden sun, and it was in full swing. Let’s call the baby girl’s name Hongtu! He called out, and a flower-winged bird he couldn't name flew out of the grass and blended into the empty valley like a musical note.
There are six sisters in Hongtu. The eldest sister Qinglian and the second sister Lan Ping are both married. The third sister Cuiying and the fourth sister Huang Qiong live and study together in Xiangxu outside the mountain. The fifth sister Luya and the sixth sister Zhuanghong were not born before. He was given up for adoption when he was one year old. So now Craftsman Liu's family has added Hongtu and has three more girls. Craftsman Liu didn't like girls and took little care of Hong Tu. However, his mother, Ma Daoying, took good care of her and showed her utmost motherly love.
Ma Daoying was slender and had insufficient milk supply. Hongtu had breast implants when she was only half a year old. She was fed rice flour every day. This rice flour was made by grinding rice with a stone mill. Although it is not nutritious, it feeds Hongtu until she is fat and white. The strange thing is that she rarely gets sick when she is five years old, and she is lively and cute, with an innocent childlike appearance, but a little naughty as a boy. In this way, Hong Tu has often been slapped by her mother. After crying, her tears Even before she was dry, she was still jumping around with her friends, showing great childlike fun.
