Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Everyone turned around to look and saw Dabao carrying a big bag, holding an unconscious person in his left hand, and a silly roe deer on his shoulder in his right hand, smiling at everyone.

Xie Ming screamed and rushed over with several people from the station.

Dabao stretched out his legs to stop Xie Ming who was about to pounce on him.

"Stop right there, can't you see I'm covered in stuff?"

He put down the person he was holding and said, "This is Jiang Jinsong. He's alive, but not in good spirits. I don't know who scared me."

Dabao threw the roe deer in his hand to the ground and shouted, "Old Jiang, quickly find someone to clean up the roe deer and find someone skilled in cooking them to make two pots for the whole village to eat. I'm hungry too."

Jiang Pingtai's face was full of smiles, and he couldn't help but burst into tears. He agreed repeatedly: "Okay, my son is a good cook, let him do it."

At this moment, he felt relieved and his back straightened up.

Dabao strode to Lu Liye and squatted down. Lu Liye smiled and slapped him lightly, but his eyes were already wet.

"You little bastard, do you want to scare your uncle to death?"

Dabao took off the backpack that those Japanese soldiers carried. It was a special forces backpack from the United States. It was of very good quality. Dabao took out the water bottle from the bag and filled it with Lingjing water.

"If you are not in good health, don't run around. I am already an adult, do I need you to worry about me so much? I think you are just taking advantage of my aunt's good temper.

If you wait until I return to the capital, I will file a complaint with my mother and my aunt!"

Lu Liye's eyes widened. This heartless little bastard, why had he dragged his sick body all this way here? Wasn't it because he was worried about this little bastard? And this little bastard turned against him and dared to complain to his elder sister and eldest sister-in-law? Didn't this little bastard know that he was most afraid of these two people?

"If you don't want me to complain, that's fine. Just drink the water and go back to your room to sleep. We can talk about everything after you wake up."

Dabao saw the bloodshot in his uncle's eyes and the fatigue he couldn't hide. He knew at a glance that his uncle must be worried about him and couldn't eat or sleep for the past few days.

Lu Liye's tense heartstrings finally relaxed when he saw his nephew finally relax. He smiled tiredly, touched Dabao's head, took the kettle and drank from it.

He drank half a pot before stopping. He yawned happily, stood up, and said to the guard,

"Doesn't Lin Yan have a radio? Send a telegram asking them to come back."

"Yes! Commander, I'll go down the mountain and send a telegram right away."

Lu Liye nodded: "I'm going to sleep for a while, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do."

"yes!"

Everyone was so happy to see Dabao coming back safe and sound. Plus, there were two big pots of roe deer meat stewed with potatoes, and every household in the village could get a big bowl of it, which made the villagers even happier.

Xie Ming also followed the guards down the mountain. He had to quickly report his safety to the capital. He wondered how anxious the people in the capital must be.

Dabao put the radio brought by the Japanese in his backpack and did not take it out. This radio needs to be handled by professionals and cannot be taken out.

What he was most interested in now was to listen to the story of the Ma Xian told by the two shaman priests Zhuang Qinghe and Tong Wensheng. He always felt that something was calling him, but he couldn't figure it out.

Zhuang Qinghe let him into the ancestral hall, and Dabao discovered that the ancestral hall enshrined an old man with a white beard and an old lady.

Dabao thought it was the Earth God and Earth Goddess, but when he saw the words on the tablet, he realized that it was Mr. Hu San and Mrs. Hu San.

Zhuang Qinghe asked Dabao to sit down. At this time, two small figures rushed into the ancestral hall and jumped into Dabao's arms.

Zhuang Qinghe and Tong Wensheng were shocked when they saw the two little foxes, one white and one red, and were speechless.

The two little foxes lay in Dabao's arms, yawning leisurely, their eyes half open and half closed.

Zhuang Qinghe and Tong Wensheng looked at each other, with nothing but horror in their eyes.

When Zhuang Qinghe looked at Dabao again, there was a bit more respect in his eyes.

"Comrade Xiao Qin, let me tell you a story from my own experience. If you want to believe it, then believe it. If you don't, then just listen to my storytelling."

Dabao nodded: "I'm all ears."

Zhuang Qinghe said to Tong Wensheng, "Wensheng, please light some incense and make some tea."

Tong Wensheng nodded and said okay, then he started to get busy. Seeing how formal it was, Dabao's expression also became serious.

"This happened in the third year of the Republic of China, on the seventh day of the fourth lunar month. This date is unforgettable to me. It was a good day for me to marry a wife. I married Tong Xiaoyu, the daughter of Tong Changjiang, a wealthy man in Wangye Village, Wohuling, and also Wensheng's cousin.

Twenty years ago, the Tong family was a very powerful family. They were the royal family of the Qing Dynasty, and belonged to the upper three banners among the Eight Banners. Back then, Tong Xiaoyu was a princess, and the prince in the prince's village was Tong Xiaoyu's grandfather.

At dusk, we brought the bride home. However, as soon as Tong Xiaoyu stepped into the house, the dog tied in the yard started barking and tugged at the chain.

Why did the bride have to be picked up at dusk? The ancients believed that dusk was the time of day when the yang energy dissipated and the yin energy rose, which was the best time for yin and yang to intertwine.

As soon as the bride entered the house, my parents were a little puzzled. Why? In this family's wedding, the bride is accompanied by either the matchmaker or her family members.

But the two people accompanying the bride were different. How should I put it? They were both women in their twenties, wearing fancy clothes, bells tied around their waists, and hats covered in rooster feathers. Isn't that normal? It would be normal for anyone else, but not for these two.

Who were these two people? They were not just anybody else, but two well-known figures from Wangye Village, two witches who blew trumpets towards the window.

My father was puzzled. How could this witch become the one to escort the bride when she had no relationship with the bride?

I was puzzled, but I had no time to ask about the wedding ceremony. The wedding was fine at the beginning. After worshipping heaven and earth, and worshipping parents, I had to offer tea to my parents-in-law and change the words. My parents-in-law had to pay money for the change of words.

The bride took the money for changing her name, but suddenly she started laughing. The sound came and went, just like the cry of a night owl. There was also crying mixed in the laughter, which made all the spectators feel creepy.

The bride threw the money on the ground, and the silver coins were scattered all over the floor. She pulled off her red veil, stood up, and with a giggle, she grabbed my mother's neck tightly with both hands.

My mother groaned and rolled her eyes. My father, who was sitting next to me, was furious. What kind of bullshit was this? Why was my daughter-in-law, who had just been married, so angry when she changed her mind after serving tea? She even resorted to violence! Was he dissatisfied with the compensation for changing her mind?

I thought it was not possible! My father grabbed his daughter-in-law's hand and tried to pry it apart, but the bride was very strong and even a grown man couldn't move her.

In the blink of an eye, my mother almost passed away. Before the people attending the wedding could react, the bride freed one hand and pushed my father to the ground. Then everyone started screaming.

The first god quickly drew the god-chasing whip from his waist, and the second god started beating the King Wen drum. The bells on their waists rang loudly, but the bride did not take it seriously and held her mother-in-law's neck tightly with both hands.

The big guys were all frightened and were clamoring to pull the bride away.