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

"Third grandma, you are talking nonsense again." Feng Jingheng came at some point, and his arrival was like a gust of warm wind, making Ye Xunqing feel less cold.

Feng Jingheng said, "Grandma, why are you here on the mountain? It's so hot, please come down quickly."

Grandma San was silent for a moment, then said, "I came to the mountain to pick herbs." After that, she continued to go up the mountain along the stream.

After she left, Feng Jingheng said to Ye Xunqing, "Ah Qing, don't pay attention to the nonsense that Third Granny said. She has been talking nonsense in recent years, saying that this person should die, and that person has been resurrected. It's all nonsense."

No one understands resurrection better than Ye Xunqing, but he can't say it.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Feng Jingheng thought he was frightened by the Third Granny, so he grabbed his hand and rubbed it, "Don't worry, you will be fine. If the King of Hell comes to take you, I will be the first to say no. If he wants to take you, he will take my life first."

"Don't talk nonsense." Ye Xunqing took a deep breath and then said, "I didn't care about what she said. I just felt a little nervous after hearing all these rumors about gods and ghosts."

"You've always disliked these stories about gods and ghosts." Feng Jingheng looked at the back of the Third Granny and said, "You and the Third Granny have always had conflicts. You hate her, and she hates you."

Ye Xunqing felt that there was a reason why "Ye Xunqing" hated the Third Mother-in-law. Who would like someone who said every day that she was unlucky for her family and cursed herself to death?

"Yeah." Ye Xunqing said, "I'll remember that. I won't talk to her anymore."

"Okay." Feng Jingheng rubbed Ye Xunqing's hand, "Are you really scared? Are your hands so cold?"

Ye Xunqing answered casually, "It's cold in the mountains. I just washed my hands with cold water. Have you guys agreed on the rice yet?"

Feng Jingheng's attention was diverted, and he replied, "The village chief said he'd meet with the heads of Liujia Village and Wangjia Village in a few days to discuss how to allocate river water. The rice is filling up right now, and we can't be short of water."

Ye Xunqing thought for a moment and said, "We still have to make plans for both scenarios and not just rely on the crops in the fields."

Feng Jingheng nodded, "Yes, that's true."

They searched for a long time on the mountain but couldn't find any lilies. In fact, it's no wonder that lilies are hard to find. In this season, the lilies have already bloomed. The lilies that don't bloom are like weeds that are a little taller, and they are indeed hard to find.

"Let's take these herbs back and dry them first." Ye Xunqing twisted a branch that looked like grass and said, "Although we didn't find any lilies, finding this is also very good."

Dendrobium officinale is a kind of orchid. No one cares whether its flowers are beautiful or not, but its medicinal value is worthy of attention. Although they only found a few of them, they can sell them for a lot of money.

The sun was setting, and Ye Xunqing and his group were walking down the mountain. On the way, they met the third grandma again. The third grandma was walking down with the help of a cane. She was old and was carrying a basket on her back. She looked shaky and a gust of wind could blow her away.

Ye Xunqing stared at her for a while, then suddenly chased after her, "Grandma, let me help you carry the basket down." His basket was carried by Feng Jingheng.

When the third grandmother saw Ye Xunqing coming to help her carry the basket, she first showed a surprised expression, and then handed the basket to him. Her waist pain came back, and this section of the downhill road was not easy to walk.

Ye Xunqing carried the basket in front of him, then thought for a moment, knelt down again, and said, "Grandma, let me carry you down."

The third grandma was very thin, and Ye Xunqing was able to carry her on his back.

"Why?" asked the third grandmother in a hoarse voice.

Ye Xunqing smiled and said, "Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Even though you cursed me to death, I will not bear grudges and will not argue with you."

Feng Jingheng also caught up and saw Ye Xunqing was going to carry the third grandmother on his back. Although he didn't understand, he was reluctant to let Ye Xunqing suffer, so he said, "Ah Qing, let me carry the grandmother on my back."

But Third Grandma is such a stubborn person, she just wants Ye Xunqing to carry her on his back.

"Men and women should not touch each other. Young man from the Feng family, please move aside," said the third grandmother.

Feng Jingheng: "..." You really value your reputation.

Ye Xunqing didn't bother with the old lady. He gave the basket to Feng Jingheng, then carried the third grandmother on his back and walked down the mountain.

As they walked, Grandma San suddenly started talking about the past.

"You were born on the night of the Lantern Festival, but the time of your birth was unlucky, born at midnight, which means you have a strong yin energy." The third grandmother said, "You were born with a difficult labor, and your face was purple and blue. I told your father that you would not survive, but he didn't believe me and insisted that you live."

Ye Xunqing listened silently as the Third Grandma continued, "Your father and your brother loved you very much and gave you all the delicious food, so you grew up strong. But you have a mean face, small earlobes, and thin lips, so you're not destined to live a long life. Your father didn't believe me and asked me to tell your fortune every day, hoping that you would live longer. I told him that you would bring bad luck to them, but they didn't believe it, and the result was just as I said."

After listening to this, Ye Xunqing said, "Grandma, am I really born to be unlucky with them?"

The third grandmother asked, "Don't you think you can defeat them?"

"Were you present when my father gave birth to my younger brother?" Ye Xunqing suddenly changed the subject.

"Yes." The third grandmother said, "Your father is also a human being, and he can't avoid worldly things! That child shouldn't have been born. His luck was divided between you and your brother, so the King of Hell took him away early." She was talking about the luck of gods and ghosts, and no one knew whether it was true or false.

"Your father was a good man," Third Granny said with emotion. "At the time, he even told the village chief that he wanted to teach children in the village. If they had nowhere else to go, they could go to his house first, and he wouldn't charge them. Because of this, your father and your second mother had a big fight with him. Your brother was born at that time. He was seriously injured and died young."

Ye Xunqing grasped the key point, "Did you say my father once proposed not charging for teaching?"

"Yes." The third grandmother said, "I, the village chief, your father, and almost all the wealthy families in the village are here. Your father said that if any children want to go to school, they can go to your house and he can teach them to read and write."

"Then what? When did he die?" Ye Xunqing asked again.

The third grandmother scolded, "Don't you know when your father died?"

Ye Xunqing asked, "How long after he said these words did he die?"

"Very quickly." Third Granny sighed and said, "Not long after that, your brother was born, and after that, your father passed away." Then she added, "I told you long ago that you were unlucky, but he didn't believe me."

Ye Xunqing didn't want to argue with her about whether he could have a family or not. He was thinking about his father now.

He guessed that Yang Shu's death was related to Ye Laosi and others, but he couldn't guess their motives, because Yang Shu taught the children in the village to read and could also subsidize the family income. To be bold, one could even say that half of the money came from Yang Shu. So why would Ye Laosi and Chen Jinhua attack their cash cow?