Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

After Sun Lianfu left, Old Sun smoked hard with his head down. After a long while, he sighed heavily and said, "Alas, what a sin..."

Sun Youfu didn't dare look into his wife and children's eyes, and tears as big as beans dripped onto his hands.

Sun Xiaonian stamped his feet and said loudly: "I'm going to the city to find my brother. My brother said that if there is anything, go to him."

Sun Youfu wiped his face and wiped his hands on his clothes: "What are you looking for? How can I have the nerve to go to him? He is not related to us at all, and he has helped us so much, how can I have the nerve to bother him?"

Sun Xiaonian stopped talking. Wang Guifang held her in her arms and whispered, "Ni, your father is right. We can't bother others. Come on, light the fire for me. I'm going to steam some steamed buns."

Runyue also went to cook with her mother and sister.

Sun Youfu turned around and touched the old lady's forehead. It was ice-cold, without any warmth at all. If the old lady's eyes had not occasionally blinked, one would have thought she was dead.

"Dad, why don't we take my mother to a big hospital in the city? I don't trust anyone who asks for a shaman to perform a ritual."

Old Sun knocked on his pipe and said in a weak and old voice: "Why are you going? If you go to the hospital for this disease, we won't talk about whether it will be cured or not. Even if it is cured, our family will have to sell everything we have. Just think about it, how much money will it cost? Three generations of our family will never be able to turn over a new leaf.

I have thought it through. This time I will ask the shaman to come. This is the last time. I can’t afford to make such a fuss anymore. Whether it is good or bad depends on your mother’s fate…”

Old Sun glanced at the old lady, his heart ached, and two turbid tears fell.

"At worst, I'll just go with your mother. Your mother is timid, so I'll be her companion on the road to the underworld..."

Sun Youfu couldn't bear it any longer, he squatted on the ground, covered his face and cried.

Xiaoshu and Xiaohan were so frightened that they huddled in a corner and shivered.

. . . . .

After about an hour, the sound of a carriage was heard outside the gate, and then the village chief Sun Youzhu respectfully invited two women in.

Sun Xiaonian rushed into the house, held Xiaoshu and Xiaohan in her arms, and huddled in the corner. Runyue also ran in, clung to her sister, and covered her younger siblings' eyes with her little hands.

The two women who came in had thick foundation on their faces. It was hard to tell their age or even their appearance. They were wearing fancy clothes, bells around their waists, and hats with rooster feathers stuck in them.

These two women were the two famous figures on Wanger Mountain who blew trumpets toward the windows. They were two witches who performed shaman dances.

As soon as one of the women entered the house, she suddenly burst into a cackling laugh. The sound came and went, like the cry of a night owl. There was also crying mixed in with the laughter, which made everyone feel creepy.

The history of Shaman Dance is quite long. It originated from Shamanism and flourished during the Qing Dynasty.

Ninety percent of those who perform shaman dances and spirit-exorcisms are women, and are called witches.

Women are Yin, and the guardian spirits that appear on horseback are of the five gates: Fox, Yellow, White, Willow, and Gray. These five gates are all Yin without exception.

Women are more likely to be possessed by immortals when they invite them, and men have a strong yang energy, which is not compatible with the aura of the great immortals. Generally speaking, they are the second immortals.

These witches who have been possessed by spirits are always switching back and forth between dreams and reality. Basically, they are all mentally ill, that is, they are insane and cannot live a normal life like ordinary people. Therefore, almost no one dares to marry them. No one wants to sleep in the middle of the night and hear his wife suddenly jump up and sing and dance. How scary!

This woman was not easy to yell at, and she frightened the two children so much that they ran straight into their sister's arms.

Another woman coughed and said, "Put the offerings on the altar!"

Wang Guifang did not dare to neglect and set up the altar with Sun Youfu.

The altar was set up, with an incense burner in the middle, three incense sticks inserted, two large bowls of steamed bread, and a bowl of dumplings, filling the entire table.

Sun Youfu also put aside the fine tobacco leaves, brass pipe, two packs of Daqianmen cigarettes, a bottle of Erguotou, and three cups of wine.

Why do most ceremonies involve so much food? That’s because the three great deities, Fox, Yellow, and Gray, are all foodies. Without hesitation, they prepare a meal for the deities. Only after they have served the deities well will they answer any questions or treat any illnesses.

When the two women saw the food, their eyes turned blue. They didn't even use chopsticks, but rushed over to grab the dumplings and stuffed them into their mouths, looking like starving ghosts reincarnated.

No matter what dynasty, those who performed shaman dances never lacked food and drink, nor did they have to look like starving ghosts. However, since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the government has called for the elimination of all feudal superstitions. If caught, the punishment would be a two-month study class at the very least, and severe punishment would be sent to labor reform in the northwest. So gradually, no one dared to perform shaman dances anymore.

The two great gods we invited today are a mother and daughter. They haven't had enough food for two months, so they fight for food as soon as they see it.

The Sun family was completely stunned. No one dared to say a word. What was going on? Did the gods come down to eat this? Or did they eat it themselves?

The master was choking and choking: "Water...quickly...water."

Wang Guifang quickly poured a bowl of water for the two of them, and the master drank it immediately, but he swallowed the half-eaten steamed bread.

After waiting for them to finish eating,

The Great God looked at the Sun family members, grinned, wiped her oily hands on her clothes, and pulled the two gods: "Let's set up the altar."

The second god stretched his neck and beat his chest for a long time before the steamed bread finally went down. She took a deep breath and screamed: "The altar is set up to welcome the immortals."

The goddess had a thick layer of powder on her face, too thick. Her face, which was as thin as a knife, became fatter and flakes off in the blink of an eye. She stood in the middle of the room. The Sun family stepped aside, revealing the old lady on the kang.

The second god beat the drum dong dong, and the head of the great god began to spin. The second god used sheep's hooves to beat King Wen's drum, twisted his waist and hips, and the bells rang.

"With my left hand, I hold the King Wen drum, and with my right hand, I hold the spirit-chasing whip. First the drum, then the whip. Each strike shakes the spirits three times. One dot, fox. Two dot, yellow. Three dot, python. Four dot, long. Five dot, the dead souls ascend to the roof beams. The old immortal is here..." The two gods sang and danced, while the great god kept spinning. (The oldest dance tune for the great god)

The great god shuddered and sank down on the chair.

The second god shouted, "Don't say anything, the god is coming."

The great god picked up the pipe and the second god quickly lit it. The great god took a puff, then picked up the wine cup and drank it in one gulp. He didn't care whether his hands were clean or not, and grabbed the steamed bread and started to eat it. No one in the room dared to breathe, for fear of making a sound and alarming the great god.

In the blink of an eye, two big steamed buns and a bottle of wine were all eaten. The god wiped his mouth, crossed his legs, and started smoking.

The two gods bowed and nodded, speaking in a pretentious tone: "Excuse me, Great Immortal, which mountain or prefecture are you from? Are you passing by? Or did you come here on purpose?"

The great god had a blank expression on his face, chain-smoking, and spoke in a low voice, "I am the Wong Tai Sin of Crouching Tiger Ridge. Why did you invite me here?"

The Sun family members nearby were excited. "Wong Tai Sin?" Huang Pizi, this is a great immortal second only to the fox fairy. This ability is really great.

The second god continued, "Excuse me, Great Immortal, I wonder what kind of evil spirit has befallen this believer, Wang. Please help her."

The god narrowed his eyes and looked at the old lady lying on the kang: "She is not possessed by evil spirits, but has encountered a ghost. She is seeking death herself and cannot blame others."

When the Sun family heard this, they didn't dare to make any noise and the room became very quiet.

"Excuse me, great immortal, what should I do if I encounter a ghost? Is it a disease? Or is it a spirit that has left me?"

The great god took another slow puff of his cigarette and said, "It's not that simple. The underworld has issued an order these days that if ghost soldiers want to pass through, they must not be stopped.

Originally, monsters have their own ways, ghosts have their own paths, we don't interfere with each other, so we can ignore them. However, these ghost soldiers are no different from lonely ghosts. If they delay and disobey the orders of the King of Hell, they will be punished. Even we have to give in.

This Wang Shi didn't know the seriousness of the matter. She bumped into the ghost soldiers, blocked the road, and angered them. I'm afraid that not only she will die, but even her blood relatives will be punished..."