After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

"Ah Qing, Ah Qing... open your eyes and look at me..."

Ye Qing opened his eyes calmly, as if a huge stone in his heart had fallen to the ground.

"Ah Heng, you disturbed my sleep..." Ye Xunqing said.

"Ah Qing, you finally woke up..." The burly man hugged his wife and cried bitterly, "Ah Qing, you've been sleeping for two days..."

"Hug Ah Heng, you must be getting impatient waiting for me, right?" Ye Xunqing hugged him tightly, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm just scared."

"Yeah." Feng Jingheng wiped his snot and tears with his sleeve, "We won't go to their house anymore."

"How is Ye Zongchun?" Ye Xunqing just remembered this.

"Both the adult and the child are gone," Feng Jingheng said. "Because their family was reluctant to spend the money to hire the third grandmother to deliver the baby, they ended up dying."

"Hiss..." Ye Xunqing took a breath of cold air, "Which is more important, money or people?"

"Of course people are important!" Feng Jingheng didn't even think about it. "Ah Qing, let's not have children in the future. I think Uncle Xie and his family don't have children, and they are living well now."

"Are you scared?" Ye Xunqing was just shocked at the time, but after calming down he was not that scared anymore, he just felt very sad.

"I'm afraid you will be like him..." Feng Jingheng was really scared. God knows he almost stopped breathing when he saw Ye Xunqing fainting in front of him.

"Let it be." Ye Xunqing was very open-minded. "Xiaobai is so much younger than me anyway. If we don't have children, when we get old, Xiaobai can just find a place to bury us together."

Feng Jingheng agreed very much, "Okay."

As Ye Zongchun's former friend, Ye Xunqing still went to see Ye Zongchun off.

However, according to the customs of Yejia Village, Ye Zongchun died in bad luck and at a young age, so a grand funeral could not be held. He could only be buried hastily without even a tombstone.

Ye Xunqing and Feng Jingheng accompanied Ye Zongchun all the way to the mountain. They were not filial sons and grandsons, so they stayed very far away.

"Why can't I see Jin Mazi?" Ye Xunqing felt that Jin Mazi should appear, but from beginning to end, Jin Mazi did not show up.

"He ran away." Feng Jingheng said, "After Ye Zongchun died, Jin Mazi went to your father to ask for money, saying he wanted to buy a coffin for Ye Zongchun. I don't know how much your father gave him, but the night he left your house, Jin Mazi disappeared."

"Ah? Ye Zongchun is dead, but the child is still here?" Ye Xunqing felt a little sorry for the child.

"It's not Jin Mazi's." Feng Jingheng whispered in his ear, "After Ye Zongchun died, Jin Mazi made a scene at his house, saying that Ye Zongchun had been a brothel user before and that the child wasn't Jin Mazi's, but the one in her belly."

"So after Jin Mazi learned that the child was also dead, he went to ask for money and ran away?"

"That's probably it."

Ye Xunqing didn't know what to say, "He is just a pitiful man."

"Golden Pockmarked Man?" Feng Jingheng didn't feel sorry for him. "He's a rotten guy, what's there to be pitied about?"

"No, I'm talking about Ye Zongchun," Ye Xunqing said. "Whether he went to a brothel or died in childbirth, it wasn't his will. He just wanted a little freedom."

But he did not have the ability to pursue freedom.

Ye Xunqing and Feng Jingheng watched Ye Zongchun's coffin being lowered into the ground. Actually, they didn't need to come, but Ye Xunqing insisted on coming, and Feng Jingheng was afraid that he would faint again, so he accompanied him.

The third grandmother fiddled with the grave for a long time, then chanted a spell to drive away the ghost, and then asked a few strong men to fill the grave with soil. Fortunately, it rained a few days ago, otherwise the soil would be impossible to dig.

Ye Zongchun's mother didn't come, so it was his father and several cousins ​​who sent him to the mountain.

After everyone had left, Ye Xunqing took out an oil-paper bag from his arms, which contained steamed buns and meat. Then he picked a few wild chrysanthemums from the side of the mountain path and held them in his hand.

Feng Jingheng said to him: "You are not his child, how can you bring him food?"

Ye Xunqing said, "I'm his friend, sort of. Look, his family didn't even prepare anything for him to eat. What if he gets hungry on the road to the underworld?"

Feng Jingheng squatted down and said, "You think a lot."

He dug a hole with branches and said, "Bury it in there so no one can take it away."

"You're not afraid of being struck by lightning even if you're fighting a dead person for something." Ye Xunqing said, shaking his head.

Feng Jingheng replied: "What you put in there is not soil, but meat."

"That's right." Ye Xunqing put the paper bag into the pit. "Although you have caused trouble for me, I have always been a generous person and I don't bother with the dead."

"Ye Zongchun..." Ye Xunqing looked at the small mound and said in a deep voice, "Have a safe journey. In your next life...in your next life, be reborn in a socialist country..."

Ah Qing was saying strange things again, but Feng Jingheng didn't think there was anything wrong. As long as Ah Qing was alive, it was fine.

When going down the mountain, Ye Xunqing saw Third Grandma standing on the side of the road. When she saw Ye Xunqing coming down, she waved to him to come over.

Ye Xunqing and Feng Jingheng followed. The third grandmother whispered, "That Chun Ge'er died tragically. One body, two lives. It's an ominous sign."

"Oh." Ye Xunqing thought to himself: Is there anyone more ominous than me? I am a ghost myself.

"Don't take it lightly, kid!" Grandma San was a little angry.

"Oh." Ye Xunqing changed his attitude. He always tried to please the old man and the old lady. "You say, I'm listening."

The third grandmother pulled out a willow branch hidden in her sleeve and said, "Willow branches drive away ghosts. I'll sweep away your bad luck."

Ye Xunqing thought: They won’t sweep me away too, right?

But it is also possible that he was worrying too much. This thing might just be for psychological comfort, and the willow branch did not sweep away his soul.

The Third Granny left first, as she still had to go to Ye Zongchun's house to get money. Logically, she didn't need to exorcise the evil spirits for Ye Zongchun's burial, but Ye Zongchun died tragically, and his family was afraid he would come back for revenge.

"Third Grandma is too nervous. Even if Ye Zongchun wants to come back for revenge, he can't take revenge on me." Ye Xunqing said.

Are you kidding? I've died a lot, who is better than me?

"Don't say that. Disrespecting ghosts and gods will bring revenge from them." Feng Jingheng still believed in ghosts and gods.

"Oh, Fengxian County, right?" Ye Xunqing said with a smile.

"What's Jun?"

"Oh, it's the story that Third Grandma told us. It's also about disrespecting ghosts and gods and causing them to take revenge on you," Ye Xunqing explained.

Feng Jingheng didn't ask much. Ye Xunqing often told some small stories, which were sometimes quite interesting to listen to.

They continued to walk down the mountain. Today was the hottest day since the beginning of autumn. Even on the mountain, it was extremely hot.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, blowing up the yellow leaves all over the ground. Sand and yellow leaves flew up and covered Ye Xunqing's face.

Ye Xunqing grabbed Feng Jingheng's hand and joked, "Hurry up, hurry up, Ye Zongchun is here to take revenge."

Feng Jingheng said: "I will protect you."

Ye Xunqing jumped onto his back and said, "Hurry, hurry, run faster."

Feng Jingheng thought he was really scared, so he really carried him down the mountain.