The Little Lucky Girl

Yan Hong helped his father into the village council hall, and the leader immediately helped him to his seat. "Second brother, I told you to come back after you recover, why don't you listen?"

After coming out of the yamen, Yuxiang's second uncle went straight to his daughter Yuhua's grave, stayed there for a long time, and fell seriously ill when he came back.

The son-in-law Cheng Lin has been found. Although he concealed his identity from his family, he had his own reasons. Looking at his current appearance, I can't blame him even if I want to.

More importantly, he deliberately stayed away from his family to protect them. Although the disaster was caused by him, at least he had good intentions. Since he was not ungrateful, the second uncle's family felt a lot more relieved.

"I've been thinking a lot these past few days," said the second uncle slowly. "When Chenglin disappeared, I felt that I was punished because I didn't listen to my ancestors' teachings and married an outsider."

"I blame myself, and I can't help but blame Yuhua, thinking that she shouldn't have liked that man. Yuhua must have realized it, so she went to the Holy Mountain alone with a big belly, and that's why she got pregnant."

"I only cared about my own face and failed to protect my daughter. I am sorry to Yuhua." The second uncle cried so hard that he almost died.

The elders of the tribe were also very upset. They also blamed the second uncle to some extent at that time, thinking that his family had brought bad morals to the village. If they could have helped more at that time...

The leader sighed and said, "It's not all your fault. We are ignorant. When something happened, we didn't know how to investigate, and we couldn't find anyone to help us. We could only blame ourselves. In the end, we were just too weak."

Someone understood the meaning of the words, "Does the boss agree to go down the mountain?"

The leader nodded and decided to get straight to the point: "We have met a rare good county magistrate this time, and the conditions he offered are very good. If we miss this opportunity, I don't know if we will have another chance in the future."

Everybody fell into deep thought, as they still had a deep impression of their trip to the county town a few days ago. After they came back, they were asked about it many times by the younger generations, and they enjoyed bragging about it very much.

But it is obvious that people at the foot of the mountain can reach that place just by walking, but the children in the village can only rely on their imagination, which is a bit pitiful.

"What the head of the family said is right," an old man finally figured it out, "The county town I saw this time is much better than what I saw when I was young."

"Not only are the houses built more magnificently, but there are also several more streets of things for sale, and there are many strange-looking merchants from other places coming here, which scared me so much that I had to take a few extra glances."

"But look at our village. From the time we wore open-crotch pants to now when we are almost toothless, how much has it changed? Our children and grandchildren look at the same mountain every day. How much knowledge can they gain? I am afraid they will get further and further away from the mountain in the future."

The oldest elder disagreed, and said while coughing, "Don't forget that our ancestors have lived on this mountain for generations, and their graves are also here. Can we just leave like that?"

Everyone fell silent again. They were all half-buried in the earth. In fact, they didn't really want to change. If they made a mistake, how would they face their ancestors in the afterlife?

Second Uncle said, "Have you forgotten that our roots did not start from this mountain? In the previous dynasty, our ancestors could not survive elsewhere, so they fled here. Let me ask you, if there is a mountain flood, do we have to stay here and watch the village being destroyed and rebuilt again and again?"

The chief nodded, "People move and live, trees move and die. Our ancestors moved here to give us a better life, and we can also give our descendants a better life."

"But there are only so many people living down here. If we live together for several generations, will our descendants still remember their ancestors?" the oldest elder said excitedly.

"Girls like the life down in the mountains and are willing to marry outsiders; boys can't find wives, and they don't even know if they will remember their ancestors, let alone have descendants."

These words hit the anxiety in everyone's hearts. Even the leader didn't know how to refute it. In the end, he returned to his bamboo house in a depressed mood.

Yuxiang comforted him, "Dad, are you too pessimistic?"

"Were you eavesdropping outside again?" the leader scolded with a stern face, then shook his head, "Your grandfather and the others are right. Life down in the mountain is comfortable, and it's normal for young people to have their own ideas. Don't you want to marry into a family like that?"

When talking about getting married, Yuxiang blushed immediately. She couldn't help but think of Shi Dalang from Dafeng Village, and her ears and neck also turned red.

The leader was surprised for a moment, but he was in no mood to ask any further questions, so he pretended not to see it.

Yuxiang patted her face quietly, adjusted herself and said, "Dad, why don't you talk to Lord Tao about these problems? He is so smart and has read a lot of books, maybe he can come up with a good solution."

"Nonsense! How can you tell outsiders about what happened in the village? You better keep your mouth shut."

Having said that, the leader couldn't help but think about it. It seemed that there was nothing wrong in telling County Magistrate Tao about these things. If he couldn't solve them, it could be used as a reason to refuse, so that he wouldn't have to send people to persuade him endlessly.

When Magistrate Tao invited people to drink again, the leader took advantage of the alcohol and started talking.

Tao County Magistrate sighed, "It's hard to leave one's hometown. Although the mountains are not far away, it is the place where my ancestors have lived for generations. It is indeed difficult to give up."

"How about this, I'll keep the village for you. You can move down the mountain and live there for three years. If you want to go back after three years, I won't make it difficult for you."

The leader's eyes lit up, and he hesitated again: "What if we want to live at the foot of the mountain forever..."

"Then I'll give this mountain to you. Just pay the rent every year."

The chief was overjoyed and raised his glass, saying, "Thank you for your consideration, sir. I'll toast you and discuss this with my tribesmen when I get back."

After saying this, he drank it all in one gulp, as if he was afraid that Magistrate Tao would go back on his word.

Magistrate Tao drank a glass with a smile, "As for marriage, there is both gain and loss. I see there are many young men in the village. After a few years, they will get married and have a few more children, and then you will have more people."

The chief felt the wine in his mouth begin to taste bitter. "It's not easy to marry a wife. People don't like us. Many young men in the village are still single. It's all because of poverty."

"Then go and make some money. There are many opportunities in the county town. With your strength, are you afraid that you won't be able to find a job? To be honest, I told the people from the escort agency and the construction company about Yan Hong's punch that shattered the fence, and they all rushed to ask me for him."

"If you plant the phoenix tree well, it will naturally attract the golden phoenix," County Magistrate Tao smiled as he filled the chief's glass with wine. "Then you can expect matchmakers to trample down the threshold of the village."

"By the way, I will ask Master He to bring a few scholars to your village in a few days to help you get the family tree and the annals of major events. If we want to pass on the family tradition, we must have something for future generations to see. It is more secure to write it down than to pass it on orally."

The leader's eyes were red with excitement. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"I am a rough man and I am not good at speaking. Please don't mind me, sir." He suddenly picked up the wine pot and unscrewed the cork. "This pot of wine represents the gratitude of me and my fellow villagers to you, sir."

After saying that, he finished all the food in one breath and then fell under the table.