Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

"But... there are no graves in that place."

Waiya didn't understand what they were saying, but she remembered the place. It was at Qian's tomb that the pig's blood got hold of her ankle, so she remembered it very clearly.

The village chief couldn't remember clearly; Waiya's mother had died a long time ago. He stuffed the book into his arms, put on his slippers, and said, "Come on, I'll go with you to take a look."

He walked a little slowly, and the child thought he was a man of vision, so he enthusiastically invited him to ride his pig.

Seeing that the old man was not fat, Zhuxue grunted twice and walked up to him, waiting for him to ride on him.

The child pulled the pig's ears to prevent it from running away. Waiya patted the pig's back and said, "It's the softest place to sit."

The village chief thought that his eyesight might not be good enough. Why did this pig... seem to have suddenly grown a little bigger?

It feels perfect to ride on, it feels soft and smooth, my butt is warm, and it feels stable. Isn't it so comfortable to ride a pig?

The old village chief narrowed his eyes and asked, "Son, your pig is quite well behaved. How long have you raised it?"

"A... a little over a year."

"No wonder it's so big, it's just a little skinny, but it's really comfortable to ride."

"As long as you like it!"

The child and Waiya looked at each other and almost scratched each other's hands. It was too scary. It suddenly grew a little bigger and became the easiest one for the village chief to ride. Fortunately, the village chief didn't notice!

They were also very brave and put the matter behind them after walking for a while. Seeing the village chief riding the pig leisurely, occasionally greeting the villagers, smiling and in a good mood, they became bolder.

Waiya curiously asked him about her mother.

The old village chief waved his palm-leaf fan and said, "Your mother..."

Waiya pricked up her ears.

The old village chief said slowly: "I really can't remember it at the moment."

Waiya: “Ah…”

This sound was really disappointing, and the old village chief felt that if he didn't say something, it would hurt the child's feelings a little, so he had to rack his brains to think about it again and again.

"But I remember that your mother was very pretty, with a fair face, big eyes, black hair, and a crisp voice. Everyone who saw her would praise her as a beautiful woman. It's a pity that you have a crooked mouth like your father..."

Waiya is really sad now.

The old village chief also felt that something was wrong and tried to make amends by saying, "But girls change a lot when they grow up. You will definitely become more and more beautiful."

He glanced at the little Pei kid next to him: "Same to you."

Now both of them were a little sad, and the children looked at him sadly.

The old village chief's mind was a little confused, almost sparking, but... he just couldn't remember: "Your mother is from another place. Your father met her when he was traveling around with a group of friends in his early years..."

Finally a story to hear!

The children were no longer sad and couldn't wait to get into his arms.

Waiya couldn't wait to ask, "And then?"

"Back then, your father loved to drink. When he was drunk, he would get into fights and cause trouble. When he ran out of money, he would steal and commit crimes. He was imprisoned several times and would often abandon his family and property to escape. That unfilial son didn't even get to see his parents for the last time! By the time I got someone to find him, he was already attracting flies!"

The old village chief angrily slapped the pig's back.

The pig blood made a "humph" sound and stopped moving.

"Ah, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt!" The village chief stroked its fur like he was coaxing a child.

Zhuxue grunted twice and started walking again, still as steady as ever.

I'm not surprised by anything that old guy does.

"I don't want to hear about him. Please tell me more about my mother."

"I'm almost there. Speaking of your mother, we can't avoid mentioning your father. He wasn't that bad back then," the old village chief sighed. "But he was very poor then. If he wanted to bury them properly, he had to sell the land, or else just wrap them in a straw mat and bury them. Your family still had quite a lot of land back then, so it wouldn't be a pity for a son to sell his father's land. He was willing to go out and buy three or four acres of land, didn't he?"

The old village chief couldn't remember clearly, but that didn't stop him from continuing. He pointed at the fields in the distance with his palm-leaf fan and drew a circle:

"It's a large piece of land anyway. This child, whose parents were not filial when they were alive, wanted to put some powder on his face after they died. He did a great job of making a face. It's so beautiful.

He wanted the best coffin in town, bought it immediately, and it had to fit him perfectly, no matter how much more it cost. He invited Taoist priests, nuns, and musicians—everyone he could think of to come to his house. He also had silk shrouds and paper figures and horses. He burned so many gold ingots and paper money that the fireworks flew into people's faces from a distance, burning them painfully. He also had the best banquet at the Qian family liquor store, inviting the entire village. It was more lively than a wedding. He had all the happiness and splendor he could not have enjoyed when he was alive, and that day, that bastard enjoyed it all.

If it wasn't in front of Waiya, the old village chief would have cursed even more harshly.

"As soon as the funeral was over, he sold the land again. Without even waiting for the wheat to ripen, he took the money and left with those people again. This time he left far away. During the autumn harvest, I asked many people to look for him, but we couldn't find him.

Who in the village can take care of whom? I was exhausted after harvesting my own crops, but I couldn't just watch the food go to waste, so I took my sons to harvest, and several families who were familiar with his parents also came to help.

Especially Maotou's father, he worked so hard that his waist was injured, but he still helped to finish the harvest, running around and doing his best, even more than doing his own work. He didn't ask him for a penny, and that rascal even suspected that he had stolen his grain. Thanks to your mother's good behavior, I got along well with Maotou's mother later, otherwise I would have been enemies..."

Waiya really didn't expect that her next-door neighbor was a good person, so she was a little silent.

The old village chief slapped his head:

"Yes, we were talking about your mother. How did we get to him again? He was your mother whom you met that time when you went out. He went far away and had spent all his money. He couldn't come back, so his brothers urged him to kidnap other people's children and sell them.

The boy still had some conscience. He changed his mind at the last moment and picked up the child to send him back. Those brothers were nothing but brothers. It was strange that they were willing to let him go. They beat him up and sold him as well.

The human trafficker saw that he was beaten so badly that he didn't take him seriously and told him to find an opportunity to run away with the children. They were the human traffickers' goods, and if the goods ran away, the money would also run away. It would be strange if people didn't chase them desperately. Your mother appeared when he was about to be beaten to death.

Your father boasted to the villagers that she fell from the sky, knocked down a group of people in a few seconds, and saved him and the child.

Your father fell in love with her at first sight, and he pestered the girl to marry him. He brought her back to the village, stopped drinking, and stopped going out to play with others. He learned to farm and chop wood to make a living, and went out to work in his spare time. He seemed to have been reborn. He even threatened to redeem all the land he had sold and buy more, so that he could become the second richest man in the village.

What a pity, after only two or three years of good times, your mother died and he became like that again.

If your mother saw this, she would definitely think she was blind!"

"She's quite blind," Waiya was stunned after hearing this. She said it in agreement, but then felt unsatisfied and asked, "Grandpa Village Chief, is my mother a heroine like in the drama? Can she really descend from the sky?"

The old village chief said subconsciously:

"Maybe. Your mother looks delicate, but when she came here, she carried a huge, long, heavy axe on her back. She chopped wood as easily as she chopped vegetables. She could lift a jar of water with just a lift of her hand. When plowing the land, even your father couldn't catch up with her even if he stuck his butt out. She has endless energy. You won't find anyone like her in the whole village. One look at her and you'll remember her forever!"

"So powerful..." Waiya muttered to herself.

Child: "Then why did you say you couldn't remember?"

There seemed to be a... dark hoop on the old village chief's head? It had completely shattered.

"Is there? Maybe it's because she doesn't go out often. When she's alone at home, she always keeps the door closed and makes no noise. She doesn't like to interact with the villagers, except for her mother, who occasionally goes to talk to her.

This is not to say that she is not good. The girl is really good and more heroic and righteous than men. She is just a little awkward. She doesn't allow people to call her Liu Waizui's wife. She insists that people call her Miao Xianglan.

Miao Xianglan... Yeah, who could forget her? All the young girls and wives in the village copied her during those years, shouting that they were also people with names and surnames. A few hooligans even got beaten up for it...

I was involved in endless lawsuits every day during that period."

As the old village chief said this, he couldn't help laughing.

Everyone would laugh. Every day when he opened the door, the most troubled guys in the village would squat in a row with bruised faces and noses, like a group of ugly birds waiting to be fed, with their mouths wide open, crying loudly at him.

When asked why they didn't knock on the door, they found out that they either came in the middle of the night or early in the morning. The daughter-in-law didn't want them to disturb others, so she told them to wait and see.

How could he forget?

During those three years, almost no children died. It seemed that no matter how hard or difficult it was, they could survive. But when she was gone, it was still the same. The two or three-year-old children, who could talk and laugh, were thrown away just like that. It was just because the harvest was a little worse than in previous years that she gave them up.

Maotou's mother is also like that...

The old village chief's smile turned bitter again, and he felt powerless: "This is it."

The old village chief jumped off the pig's back, stepped on the dirt, turned around, and asked them with a glaring look on his face:

"Where's the tombstone? Where's the grave?"

"I don't know." The two children looked at each other and shook their heads stupidly.

If the old village chief didn't know, they would know even less.