"As a result, the sister screamed in pain at home for three days and three nights. She was so feverish that she foamed at the mouth. Such a beautiful girl was gone like that. Oh, what a pity!"

Lao Yangtou strongly disagreed with the issue of favoring boys over girls.

Although he has given birth to five sons, he also knows that his sons are the ones who continue the family legacy, but his daughters are also his descendants, and they also need to be loved.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to raise Yang Huamei to be as strong and unruly as a kimchi vat.

"Hey, that's really a crime!"

Several village elders sighed sadly.

Yang Huazhong, a maniac who protects women, also had a sad face.

Even Yang Huaming, who was a little unhappy because the focus was snatched away, now frowned and shook his head slightly.

"Brother Yang, what happened next?" one of the village elders asked.

Old Yangtou pulled out the dry tobacco stick and took two puffs leisurely before saying: "What else can I do? In those days, it was more difficult to live than to die, so I just wrapped it in a straw mat and sent it to Jiangjiapo.

!”

"Ah? Sent to Jiangjiapo? What did we see on the mountain behind?"

"Don't be impatient. Just listen to what I have to say first." Old Yang looked helplessly at the speaker.

"After that sister was buried, strange things happened."

"One day, a woman from the same village suddenly came to her house. When she entered the door, she pointed at the widow and scolded her, saying that she favored her younger brother. She had worked hard for the family during her lifetime, and she would die for her younger brother even in her death. She would not even have a coffin board when she died.

Not even..."

"At that time, the widow thought it was the woman from the same village who was ill, so she scolded her and drove her away."

"Because that woman had always been a bit crazy, everyone didn't take her seriously. Unexpectedly, a few days later, another old lady came."

"This old lady is usually very kind in the village and never gets into grudges with others, let alone curses. But when she entered her house, she pointed at the widow's nose and complained, saying that she had arrived before the King of Hell, and the King of Hell said that she had never arrived.

, she died for her younger brother. She died in vain and refused to be reincarnated. She wanted to suffer on earth. She came to her mother to ask for an explanation..."

"Oh, this is really strange."

The five village elders, as well as brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming, all sat up straight, their eyes widened, and their faces were full of horror.

Yang Huaming asked even more urgently: "Dad, what's going on behind the scenes? What's going on behind the scenes?"

Old Yangtou snorted, "People in the village say that this girl cannot die peacefully. It would be best to ask a Taoist priest to do some small rituals for her salvation and burn more paper money."

"Her widowed mother was also a little scared. She ran to her daughter's grave and cried, saying that the family was having trouble getting the money and asked her to wait there. When would it rain and the fields would be harvested?

Immediately burn paper money for her, burn down the big house and so on."

"After this incident, the family really calmed down. Then it finally rained, and the fields gradually began to harvest. In addition, relief grains from the court were also distributed to every household. When the widow saw that the family was peaceful, she

I have completely forgotten the promise I made to my daughter."

"No, the commotion started again at home, and this time it was more violent than last time. It was broad daylight, and the girl was standing right in front of the bed where her brother was sleeping."

"She was rummaging through boxes and cabinets at home late at night, throwing tea bowls, because she dug her ankle and died of pain. No, it is said that she was still limping when she appeared, and she always liked to touch her brother's ankle at night...

"

Several village elders had a cold war at the same time.

Yang Huazhong subconsciously lifted the quilt covering his legs.

Yang Huaming even crossed his arms tightly, feeling the hairs on his arms stand up, and his ankles resting under the chair felt cold...

"Dad, what you are saying is a bit scary!" Yang Huaming said again.

Everyone else nodded, and another village elder said: "It's like listening to a ghost story. I don't dare to walk at night for the past two days."

But Lao Yangtou shook his head and said solemnly: "To you, these things are just ghost stories that go in one ear and out the other, but if they were put on the person involved at the time, it would be heartbreaking pain.

Ah, that sister’s life is at stake!”

Everyone was suddenly speechless.

Yes, even though they are siblings, who stipulates that the elder sister must pay for the ignorant younger brother with her life?

Which one is not reincarnated as a human being for the first time?

Everyone has their own life and things to experience. Those things may be good or not, but they are all what a person should experience throughout his life.

Why should I give you the opportunity to fulfill you?

Well, since the deep love between brother and sister has made you happy, then as survivors and family members, should you do something to make up for the deceased within the scope of your ability?

Although the deceased is like this, no matter how much you do, you can't make up for it, but don't forget that what you make up for is actually your own heart.

"Dad, what happened next? What happened next?"

This time, the person asking the question was replaced by Yang Huazhong from Yang Huaming.

"Did the family do anything to appease the deceased's anger?" he asked again.

Old Yangtou sighed and nodded, "Even if the family was in such trouble, the widow still refused to fulfill her promise. In the end, her only son fell ill for no apparent reason and the fever refused to go away."

"The widow sold all the cotton and other things from that season in exchange for money to treat her son's illness. She hired several doctors and took many medicines, but they didn't work."

"Seeing that the child was almost unable to survive his old age, the widow became really worried."

"I asked Mi Po, but I don't know what measures were taken. In the spring, the child's illness gradually recovered, and the family gradually calmed down."

"After another three years, mother and son moved the poor girl's grave from Jiangjiapo to where it is now, and prepared a coffin and several sets of clothes for burial."

"Another three to five years later, in the spring of one year, the widow and several women from the same village went to the mountains to collect wild mushrooms and met a group of monkeys."

"No one else dared to mess with the monkeys, but she had to tease the monkeys with pine cones. As a result, she was hit in the head by a group of monkeys throwing stones at this place..."

Lao Yangtou pointed to his temple.

"The person has run out of energy before he can be carried back to the village!"

hiss……

Everyone in the room took a deep breath again, being beaten to death by a monkey. This was really unlucky!

"The only younger brother left in the family is himself. He is already eleven or twelve years old. He relied on the help of his neighbors to survive until he was fifteen or sixteen years old. Fortunately, he did not go to the fields to work crops to support himself.

That family went out to look for work and became a live-in son-in-law in a foreign country."

"The baby will take the woman's surname. His family has basically lost its connection with his generation. He only comes back to pay homage to his parents and sister's graves every three to five years."

"I met him once a year and we talked to him for a few words. When he talked about what happened back then, he was always lamenting. He lamented that his sister shouldn't have saved him back then. Even if she did, her family would never be the same again.

I've given up on my life, and it's all for nothing to bring in a good sister."

"I never saw him again. Calculating his age, he is seven or eight years younger than me. If he were still alive, he would be two or three years older than you guys."

Old Yang pointed at the five village elders in front of him.
Chapter completed!