Bai Jiaxuan was later proud that he had married seven women in his life.

He had just passed his sixteenth birthday when he married his daughter-in-law. It was the firstborn daughter of Gong Zengrong, a big family in Shanggongjia Village, Xiyuan, who was two years older than him. He spent his wedding night in complete ignorance and panic, leaving behind a ridiculous stupidity that he would never forget to be human. A year later, the woman died in childbirth.

The second room is married to the daughter of Pang Xiurui, a solid family in Pangjia Village, Nanyuan. This woman was exactly two years younger than him, and she was handsome and her eyes were bright. She had no idea what it was all about getting married, and he was now well acquainted with all the secrets between men and women. He looked at her shyness and panic, and thought of his first stupidity, which made it even more exciting. As he coaxed and engulfed his little daughter-in-law, who was dodging but did not dare to disobey him, he heard her cry of pain instead of joy. When he rested tiredly, he realized that the pain in the inside of his shoulder was piercing, and she had bitten him to pieces. When he was soothing and grieving, his heart was full of annoyance for this pampered and somewhat willful goddaughter. Just as she was about to have a seizure, she pulled him on the shoulder and signaled him to do it again. As soon as she had the first sexual intercourse between a man and a woman, she became unbridled and willful. From the time this woman got off the sedan chair and carried a red silk scarf into the Bai family's gatehouse to the time she lay down in a thin coffin and carried out of the gatehouse, it was less than a year, and she died of tuberculosis.

The third woman is the firstborn daughter of an equally wealthy family in Shangfanjiazhai in Beiyuan, the sixteen-year-old body has developed as plump and mature as a twenty-year-old woman, plump shoulders and round buttocks, and a pair of big **. She is either precocious, or she has knowledge of men and women before marriage, and as soon as she gets into the bed, she hugs him tightly, showing urgency and greed on her arms, and she presses her plump and swollen ** to his chest without shyness. The woman, who looked like a ball of pompoms, was entangled in his arms for a year before she became a dry stalk, and finally vomited blood and died, and she did not know what the disease was.

The fourth woman was married to the village of Mijiapu near Yamagen in the southern plains. He had little memory of this woman. She didn't seem to react to all of his actions. She never refuses when he wants to come, and she never sticks to him when he doesn't. She just did what she was supposed to do from morning till night and barely said a word. When she died, he was not at home and went to town. When I came back, I saw that her mouth was biting the horn of the quilt, her nails had been scratched off, the blood on her hands had not completely dried up, and the blackened blood stains and marks scratched by her fingernails were condensed on the edge of the kang and the kang mat. said that he suddenly had a stomachache in the afternoon, and his father went to the town to ask Mr. Leng for first aid when he was not there. Mr. Leng broke it off as a wool boil, and when he pricked the needle and bleed, the blood had turned into a black thick juice that could not be released. She died in agony, curled up into a dried shrimp.

After the death of four women in a row, Jiaxuan was scared, and began to believe the rumors that the villagers had been whispering about his hard life, and he was afraid that he was destined to be a bachelor for the rest of his life. His old son Bingde and the old man remarried for him, and he advised his father to postpone it for a while. The old man Bingde put his lips on the chimney of the hookah, blew out the ashes with a poof, twisted the yellow and soft tobacco into the chimney, pursed his lips and blew the fire paper, and puffed out two puffs of smoke from his nostrils, and said undoubtedly: "Sell another mule colt." ”

The next morning, the old man Bingde led the mule and colt to Bailu Town. When he came back, it was already dark, so he threw down the reins of the half-iron chain and half-leather rope, and told his son: "The daughter-in-law said that it was done, the third girl of the carpenter Wei family in Lijia Village, Shangyuan. "This woman is a poor woman, and she has no way to take care of the wrong door. Carpenter Wei Laosan raised five women, and he was worried about not being able to make ends meet, as long as he gave a high gold dowry, he didn't pay much attention to the soft life of men. At this time, the villages near and far were enthusiastically spreading far more than the fatal physiological secrets about Jiaxuan, saying that he had a dog, long enough to wrap around his waist, and that he had a poisonous barb on the pointed end, and that the women's liver, lungs, intestines and stomachs were all smashed and injected with poisonous juice. No one in those honest families thinks about Bai Bingde's honest ancestors and solid family business in Bailu Village, and no one wants to send their daughter to the house of the monster with a dog to die. At the important juncture when the marriage was intensified in accordance with the strict procedures and etiquette of the ancestors, the old man Bingde himself suddenly died violently.

It was the season of wheat and rape dry pods, just handed over the lunar calendar in April, the festival is in Xiaoman, and the croppers who took off their cotton clothes and pants and put on single clothes and pants are still unbearable and hot. After lunch, the old man of Bingde told the long-term worker Lu San to plant cotton after feeding the livestock, so he lay down and rested for a while. Every day after lunch, he has to rest for a while, sometimes as short as only a blink and squint for a while, and then jump off the kang and wipe his eyelids with a wet towel dipped in cold water, at this time he is relaxed and refreshing, as if all the fatigue of the first half of the day has been shaken off, and then sit down to drink tea, smoke hookah, the muscles and bones of the whole body are excited and shake up, like a clockwork tightened by turn, and when Lusan has fed the livestock, he and he carried the plough and led the horse out of the village alley and walked to the field, and the spirit was like a general on the expedition. Throughout the day, he was energetic and focused on the farm work in his hands, often forcing Lu San, a young man, to pant and sweat and dare not have a moment of slackness. He never scolded the long-term workers, let alone beat them with his hands and feet, and the agreed value and salary were definitely not less than a liter and a penny. He and Changgong washed their faces in the same copper basin and sat at the same table to eat. The long hours he used have done his best and he has become a very friendly friend, and the whole plain is reciting the good story and good name of Bai Bingde in Bailu Village. As soon as the old man of Bingde lay down, he was moist and confused. He dreamed that he was cutting wheat in an ox cart with a sickle, and there was a shining light above his head, and the sky was full of fire, and one of the lumps fell right on his chest and burned the flesh so that it squeaked, and he tumbled from the ox cart into a rut full of loess and grass clippings. When he woke up, he had fallen to the brick floor under the kang, and he touched his chest, which was intact and showed no signs of burning fire, but his heart was burning like a flame, burning his throat, mouth, and tongue, and all of them became hard, stiff, stiff, and dry. His woman heard the noise and ran into the house, hugged him and pulled him, but she couldn't make him climb onto the kang, and immediately panicked and called out to her son Jiaxuan and Changgong Lusan. The three of them lifted the old man Bingde to the kang, and they all leaned down together and anxiously and affectionately asked what was wrong. But the old man Bingde couldn't speak, but scratched his neck and chest with the thick nails on his thick and hard fingers, and his mouth made the same screaming sound as when a dog was wronged. Jiaxuan and his mother were all stupid, only Changgong Lusan was not flustered, and hurriedly shouted: "Go and invite Mr!" Jiaxuan got reminded and ran out of the yard and went to Bailu Town to invite Mr.

Bailu Town is in the west of the village, a small street, a pharmacy, Mr. Leng sits in the hall for medical treatment, and also sells traditional Chinese medicine. When Mr. Leng heard Jiaxuan talk about his illness, he understood in his heart, took out a leather bag from the drawer and hung it on his belt, and hurried to Bai's house. Mr. Leng is a famous doctor in Bailu Plain, wearing a beige silk shirt with fine workmanship, black silk pants, the silk shirt and silk pants are shaking when he raises his feet and waves his hand, he is in his forties, his hair is as black as ink, and his face is ruddy, his eyes are clear. When Mr. Leng saw a doctor, no matter how tall or short the gatehouse was, he would not be discarded because of people, the Caidong people carried him in a sedan chair or pulled him with an ox cart with blankets, the poor people pulled a donkey to pick him up, and he went on foot. The wealthy people gave him a gold reward and silver, and he did not refuse to accept it, and the poor man's family gave him a few copper yuan and hemp money, and he calmly put it in his pocket, and he was so poor that he couldn't take out the money for a while, and he didn't even ask, and let the patient send it to him when he came to the work at hand. He fell into good fame. When his father, Mr. Lao Leng, passed away, the golden plaques and silk sent by the survivors who saved his life and many villagers who purely admired medical ethics were hung all over the street. Mr. Leng sat on the chair that was black and shiny with raw lacquer, and people found that he was colder than the old Mr. Leng. He doesn't talk much, but he doesn't slack off anxious patients. He is always calm and calm, he is optimistic about the disease, he looks bad at it, he looks like he looks like he sees the dead, and he always gives the impression that this is the way he gives to any patient and his family members who are more anxious than the patient. If you look at the disease, it is because of his excellent medical skills, this disease is not a problem, so it is not worth exaggerating and praised, if you can't see the disease or see the dead, it is because you unfortunately have a terminal illness, not Mr. Leng's mediocre medical skills, that appearance makes the patients and their families firmly believe that even if a hundred doctors are replaced, even if the medicine king is reincarnated, it is helpless.

As soon as Mr. Leng entered the door, he saw the old man of Bingde twisted like a twist on the kang, still whining like a dog. He remained silent, touched the pulse of his left hand with a cold face and pinched his belly, then opened the mouth of the old man Bingde with both hands, and turned his head and asked Jiaxuan with a slight "um", "Is there soju?" Jiaxuan's mother, Bai Zhao, responded with a continuous "yes yes", turned around and took a whole bottle of soju. Mr. Leng asked for another celadon bowl, poured the soju into the bowl, and motioned to Jiaxuan with his eyes to light the wine. Jiaxuan's face was full of sweat, and his trembling hands pinched the flint and fire sickle, but he couldn't make a spark. Lu San took his hand and lit the fire paper in just one click, and with a puff of the fire, he blew out the flames and lit the shochu. Mr. Leng unfastened his wallet from the waistband of his trousers and unbuttoned it, revealing a row of knives, an awl, a thick needle, and a gleaming triangular spatula. Mr. Leng took out a steel needle thick of wheat straw and a steel plate, and put them on the blue flame ignited by the soju to barbecue, and then instructed Jiaxuan to crush the old man's hands, and instructed Bai Zhao to press his legs, especially telling Lu San to clamp the master's head and neck, no matter what happened, he could not loosen it. Everything was carried out in strict accordance with Mr. Leng's instructions. Mr. Leng stuffed the steel plate into the mouth of the old man Bingde, and turned it into a V-shaped support plate with the index finger of his left hand, and pried the mouth of the old man Bingde to the limit, and the steel needle in his right hand that was burning red and yellow on the flame of the soju poked into his throat. Mr. Leng said while wiping the knife, "Let go of your hand." Finished. Then he blew out the flames in the shochu bowl. The old man Bingde's legs, feet and arms twisted like twisted flowers relaxed, and he was scattered and placed on the kang motionlessly, and a stream of black mucus began to flow out of his mouth, which was disgusting to look at, and Jiaxuan carefully wiped it with a towel. At this time, the old man Bingde gradually opened his eyes. The four of them discovered this great turning point at the same time, and at the same time discovered that there was a ray of living light in the eyelids of Wei Qi that represented the return of life, like a soft and vibrant ray of sunlight leaking out from the cracks of the clouds of haze. The three of them let out a pleasant "oh" at the same time, and invariably turned to look at Mr. Leng with tears in their eyes. Mr. Leng was still the same as usual, and said, "Pour some cold boiled water." The three of them hurriedly poured a few spoonfuls of boiling water into the wide mouth, and the old man Bingde sat up magically, grabbed Mr. Leng's hand and said a joke: "Oh! Nephew Leng! I am ticking the book of life and death for Lord Yama! Whoever snatched the brush from my hand and stabbed it straight into my throat. I also said to Lord Yama, 'Look, you can't blame me!' The three laughed with tears in their eyes. The old man of Bingde blamed his wife and said, "Why don't you pick up tea and rice for Mr. yet-" Bai Zhao hurriedly left with an apology for neglecting his benefactor, and there was a loud sound of adding water and bellows from the stove.

Mr. Leng sat down and didn't speak, took the white copper hookah handed to him by Jiaxuan and smoked it leisurely. Bai Zhao brought a gold-rimmed fine porcelain bowl with three poached eggs as white as jade. With just one gesture, Mr. Leng expressed an unquestionable and resolute refusal. Bai Zhao still wanted to say something about his own care, but the hands and feet of the old man Bingde twisted again with the sudden fall of his body, and it became more violent, the living light in his eyes quickly converged, and he had a dying look, and a howling dog-like bark poured out of his throat again. The woman's son, who had completely relieved the load in his heart, and Changgong were shocked, and suddenly realized that they were happy too soon, and the crisis had not been eradicated, and suddenly fell into an even heavier secondary blow. Mr. Leng still did not hurry to do as before, and re-grilled the steel plates and steel needles in the blue flame of the burning soju. Without orders, the three of them had already held the old man of Bingde to death with his head, hands, legs and feet. The red steel needle stabbed into his throat again, and there was another puff of blue smoke with a scorching smell. The old man of Bingde quieted down again, and then his eyes shone again, this time he didn't say the joke of ticking a circle in the life and death book of Hades. The suspicion on the faces and eyes of the three people froze. Mr. Leng picked up the leather wallet that was polished purple and shiny, tied it back to the waistband of his trousers, and prepared to leave. Jiaxuan, his mother, and the long-term worker Lu Sanyi grabbed Mr. Leng's arm together, how dare you leave like this? What can you do if you go and commit another offense? Mr. Leng did not move his eyebrows and said with a flat face: "As the saying goes, there is a repeat and a second and a second and no three and a four. If it doesn't happen again, it's a great blessing for the uncle's life, in case it happens again and again...... I snatched the pen from him and didn't have anything to do with it!" Jiaxuan asked his father what kind of illness he was suffering from while seeing him off, and Mr. Leng said, "Blind and blind." Jiaxuan could barely walk into the gatehouse. The exact meaning of "blind disease" is self-evident and terminal.

The old man Bai Bingde died. His father's death was Jiaxuan's first time he had seen a person's death. Grandpa died before he even came to the world, and he didn't have the intelligence to remember when grandma died. He couldn't even watch the death of his four women as they took their last breath, and she was dragged by her mother to Lusan's livestock shed, where she wore a red scarf to prevent the ghost from possessing her. His father's death was the first person he had ever seen in his life to move from the yang world to the yin world. His death left him with a permanent memory, a memory that was not dimmed and fading with age, but was like a bronze mirror that was constantly wiped and brightened. After Mr. Leng tucked his wallet back to his traditional Chinese medicine hall in Bailu Town, Jiaxuan, his mother Bai Zhao and Changgong Lu San surrounded the old men of Bingde on and under the kang, guarding the king like the most loyal guards. He and his mother fed the patient a spoonful of sugar water, treadling on thin ice in the hope that they would not have another seizure after that terrible interval. The old man Bingde glanced at the three people around him with very weak and mournful eyes, and then scanned the whole room through the gap surrounded by them, and probably found that Mr. Leng was gone, so he closed his eyes after hesitating, and when he opened them again, he revealed a dead and undoubted silence. He had already foreseen that time was very limited, so he immediately stared at his son Jiaxuan with calm eyes, and said undoubtedly: "I am dead, you quickly marry the carpenter Wei family." Jiaxuan said, "Dad...... Let's not talk about that. I'll treat you first, and then I'll talk about it when you're cured. The old man Bingde said: "What I said is that if I die, you promise me to my face." Jiaxuan was embarrassed: "I really want to ...... In that case, it will have to be after three years of filial piety. It's etiquette. The old man of Bingde said: "'Unfilial piety has three nos, and the queen is great'." You read the book into the belly of the dog? Our Bai family has been prosperous for several generations. Your father is a single collapse and guards me a single collapser, and you are still a single collapser. I remember that the men of the Bai family are all short-lived, your lord lived to forty-eight, your lord lived to forty-six, and I lived the longest to pass the fifty mark. If you keep filial piety for three years, you will be a filial son? The old man of Bingde said: "After the fourth room, marry the fifth room." Anyone who left was destined not to be from the Bai family. If a person can't save it, he owes money to others and hasn't paid it back. I'll just say one thing, even if you sell cattle, horses, land, houses, and sell all of them......, you can sell them out," Jiaxuan saw his mother giving him a look, but he was so anxious that he couldn't say anything, how could there be a reason to do red things before the three-year filial piety period had expired? One of Jiaxuan's wrists was suddenly grabbed by his father, the nails were as tight as if they were being cut straight into the flesh, his dying eyes emitted a fierce light, and the white foam in his mouth kept gushing out, rolling and twisting on the kang, but the hand did not relax. Mother was anxious: "Give your dad a word!" Lu San was also anxious: "You should go down!" Jiaxuan cried with a "wow": "Dad...... I listen to you...... Don't worry...... Bingde old man immediately let go, leaned back, and kicked his legs and became angry. Jiaxuan fainted as soon as he cried, and when he was rescued, his father was already wearing old clothes, and the incense wax had been burned on the spiritual table. Lu San said: "You can't cry anymore, settle the funeral first." If you don't call the shots, others can't move. Jiaxuan immediately agreed with several elders in the clan about the funeral, and he must do what he must do first: send four people from the clan who are close to the door to report the funeral to relatives and friends according to the four roads of the southeast, west, and west; send eight clansmen from the far door to change shifts day and night to dig the tomb, and push bricks to the cemetery to make preparations for the hoop tomb before Mr. Yin Yang has not determined the acupuncture points; and then send three or four villagers to help to grind noodles on the water mill, and their own stone mill is too slow. When I came down, I talked about the matter of the musicians, which needs to be decided by the host Jiaxuan, how many musicians are invited? How much scene will it be? How long will it last? Jiaxuan said: "My father has worked hard and is pitiful for a lifetime, and it is said that he should be buried at home for three years. My dad has something to say when he is dying, he will be buried in three days, no drum music, everything is simple. I don't think you can keep the spirit for three years, and you don't want to be buried hastily for three days, and you can also tie the tomb well. Uncles, you advise ...... "The elders and elders from far away and near the door all know that Jiaxuan's fate is not good, and so far there is not even a woman who has fallen on horseback, so they all agree with Jiaxuan's arrangement. A Bo Langran said: "When people say, 'look ahead and look backward,' they can't always take care of the front and the back, so they can only look ahead and look backwards; life and death cannot be taken care of at the same time, so they should take care of life first and then look at death." The matter was immediately settled, and a person was sent to the neighboring village to find the master of the music class, and the number of people who were hung up on the eight and five was determined, and the whole class was released on the first three days and the next day, and only five people in the middle three days were required to keep stringing in front of the spirit.

The entire funeral was carried out according to the original procedure. Seven days later, the old man of Bingde took up a place on the ancestral graveyard, a tomb made of fresh, wet loess. His graves are arranged on the left side of his father's grave according to the eldest and youngest, and the right side is self-evidently reserved for the Bai Zhao clan to live in the future when the immortals die. This sad funeral is finally over. My father was alone in the house, and the courtyard was suddenly suffocatingly empty. The mother is alone in the upper room, he is alone in the Xiawu, and the long-term worker Lu San is alone in the horse. If the mother had not coughed, there would have been no sound in the courtyard with its three-entry houses throughout the night and day. That night, his mother asked him when he planned to marry him, and he said that it would be at least after the first anniversary. Mother said don't wait, waiting is in vain, the family is too lonely, besides, she can't afford to sweep the house, sweep the yard, wash and dismantle the bed, cook by herself, let alone spin and weave and other housework. He said, "Then let's do it in 100 days." The mother said, "Don't wait for 100 days, you can do it after the '77'." The actual situation is that after two months, when the wheat harvest was finished and the ground was cleared, and after the sowing of the field, Guang Qiutian was sown, he married back the woman of the fifth house, the third girl of the carpenter Wei Lao's third family. On the wedding night, the heat is unbearable. Jiaxuan plugged in the latch of the wooden door of the house, turned around and wiped off the long-sleeved shirt and trousers. The bride, who was sitting on the kang mat, suddenly crawled and knelt on the kang, kowtowed to him, and begged him not to take off her short-sleeved shirt and shorts again. He asked her what was wrong, and she said that she was born with a miserable life, and that the third girl in the poor family was even more miserable[1]. He seemed to realize something, and asked her if she had heard any gossip, and she said that she knew that he had married four women, and that they were all dead. She also said that she had heard that not only was he hard-working, but that there was a poisonous barb on the top of the thing, which smashed all the heart, lungs, and liver flowers of the woman, and the iron-beaten woman could not be stopped. She trembled and cried: "My father didn't care about my life or death because of your family's financial gifts, and I had to jump down every cliff and well." I don't want to die, I don't want to die early, I want to serve you for a few more years, I'll bring you water, hand tea, wash your feet, cook and sweep the floor, and don't even say a word of complaint about mending, making cows, and making horses, it's just that you can scare me with that thing, good official, good big brother, so big, you can let me......" Jiaxuan sat on the chair stunned for a moment, and the interest of the wedding night was gone. He had already heard this absurd rumor but couldn't defend it, and he really couldn't figure out the difference between someone else's and his own. He once pretended to poop and pee in the public latrine at the time of the gathering, and secretly observed many strange men, all of whom were the same and very different, and the result became more and more confused. The pitiful begging for mercy from the third girl of the carpenter's family not only did not arouse his sympathy, but hurt his self-esteem and angered him. He got up from his chair, stepped onto the kang in one step, stripped off his clothes and trousers in three strokes and divided them by two, and showed her his things, which was no barb poisonous juice! The three girls were ashamed and afraid, crying and trembling. The more she did this, the more angry he became, and angrily ripped off her clothes and pants. When he was done, he asked her what she had hurt, but found that she was out of breath. He hurriedly choked her man. When she woke up, she hid in the corner of the kang and shrunk into a ball. He was angry and funny, affectionate with her, caressing her, and reassuring her. In any case, her heart disease could not be ruled out, and every night, she shivered and shivered like malaria in the bed. Half a year later, she was in a trance, became half-crazy and half-crazy, and the last time she went to the waterlogged pond to wash clothes, she fell ill and drowned in the waterlogged pond.

When burying the three girls of the carpenter Wei family, the degree of scribbling was better than that of the first four, he cut a coffin with poplar planks, and wore five pieces of clothing, and the first four wore only three. Naturally, it is not pleasing to others, and it is not possible to make a bigger arrangement, and it is already very generous and merciful for a young woman to die at this step. Jiaxuan's desire to treat her a little more favorably is completely a psychological factor that is difficult to describe. Before the woman's body was about to die from the foul-smelling mud of the waterlogged pond, a sense of guilt began to develop in his heart. On the day of the wedding, when he removed her hijab in the new house, he found that she was not only beautiful but also strong, with a red face, two smart eyes as black as black beads, and strong arms. There was a thin callus on her palm, which was a confirmation that the carpenter went out to earn money, and she and her mother were in charge of the farm work. After all, a strong physique cultivated by labor could not resist the attack of grotesque rumors...... When he was lying alone on the kang of the house every night, he couldn't get rid of the scene of her kowtowing to him on the wedding night, always thinking of her cold hands and cold legs trembling in his arms, she must have never gotten the pleasure of ** but only received fear, she couldn't get rid of fear and finally accumulated to the point of collapse. He was a little disheartened now, and when he came back from the field, he lay down on the empty and deserted earthen kang. This kang had received five women in different postures, and carried away five equally stiff corpses. The amount of grain, cotton, mules, and silver dollars spent on marrying these five women added up to half of the family's possessions, and the key was that the mood was too bad. He lay on the kang and sighed neither sighing nor sad, but was weak and lacking. He felt that his hands and feet were as light as pieces of paper, and without a trace of strength, a fresh wind might lift him up and throw him into a random silence, and the world was already very illusory, and had nothing to do with him. He lay on the kang until dark, and when he heard his mother call him for dinner, he said that he was not hungry and did not want to eat. Mother called Lu San again. Lu San was embarrassed to eat alone, so he ran into the mansion to enlighten him. He advised Lu San to go to dinner quickly and not wait for himself. The sound of Lu San devouring food under the grape trellis in the courtyard was very loud, and he ate quickly and quickly. He couldn't think of any delicious food in the world that would make a man chew so sweet, so eager.

After the mother finished cleaning up the stove, she threw the dust on her body in the yard and called him. Jiaxuan walked into the upper room, and his mother sat on the simplified Taishi chair that his father used to sit on when he was alive, and his posture was quite similar to his father's sitting posture. He sat down in the chair on the other side of the table, trying to act as if he didn't care or care. The mother said that she was going to go back to her parents' house early tomorrow morning and ask his uncles to touch his daughter-in-law again. He advised his mother to take a break. His mother asked him why he wanted to slow down? When he was in his twenties, he dared to slow down! When his mother said this, she became energetic: "Sensei put on that yin and yang posture! The woman is just a piece of paper pasted on the window, which is torn and peeled off, and then pasted a new layer." Five are dead, and I'm going to marry you another five. It's worth it when the family property is spent, and it's better than having no children and no daughters to cut off the incense and give it to others. Jiaxuan didn't say anything more. On the fifth day, my mother returned from my uncle's house, and the matter was settled. The gamblers rushed to their homes, went upstairs to fill the hoard of grain, pulled away the bullocks and mules, and used the bullocks and mules to pull away the bullocks and mules, and used the bullocks and mules to pull the oxen cart full of grain and walked away. The woman was half angry and the gambler was ashamed, so he untied his trouser belt and hung himself on the walnut tree in the backyard. In this way, it is agreed that the daughter will promise people, and the high dowry will make normal people stunned, and twenty stones of wheat and twenty bundles of cotton may be converted into silver at the market price, but they must be paid off at one time. This figure sent chills down Jiaxuan's spine, but her mother quietly said that she had promised the family, and the second uncle, who acted as a matchmaker, should go through the formalities according to the usual procedures of engagement. Jiaxuan was surprised to find that his mother's ability and decisiveness had actually surpassed that of his father, and he had less worries about looking ahead and backward, showing his concentration and decisiveness in determining that he would only look forward and not look left and right. In this way, a month before the arrival of the father's first anniversary sacrifice, in the pleasant season of the third month of the peach blossoms, the sixth daughter-in-law entered the gatehouse to the joyful festive tune of the suona horn.

When the sixth woman, Hu Shi, was unveiled of her hijab and red handkerchief, Jiaxuan couldn't help but be shocked, and the men and women who rushed into the new house to see the excitement were also dumb and giggling. This woman is immediately associated with a legendary beauty, or a lady on the stage. When Jiaxuan squeezed out of the new house to the courtyard full of chairs and dining tables, some people began to shout Hu Fenglian, that is, a beautiful fisherwoman in the Qin opera "Turtle Mountain", almost everyone knows it. In the evening, when he and her sat on a kang and looked at each other, her brilliance and beauty swept away the dark psychology left to him by the five women in front of him, and made him no longer regret the super dowry of twenty stones of wheat and twenty bundles of cotton. Then sleep with you. He soon discovers that things are not rosy. He caressed her, hugged her, kissed her face, kissed her mouth, and she meekly accepted it, and when his hand tried to untie her shorts, she jumped up and quickly reached out from under the pillow and held a pair of scissors in her hand. The scissors had obviously been carefully polished, and the sharp blades flashed blood in the red light of the candle. She knelt on the kang, naked with two warped snow-white **, pointed the tip of the scissors at him and said, "If you dare to tear open my trouser belt, I will cut off that thing of yours." ”

He compromised, conceded, and agreed to Hu. He felt that it should be satisfying to have such a woman sleeping by his side, but he couldn't stop regretting it every night. He even began to really wonder if the goods that flowed out of his thing were poisonous, and secretly shook the goods into the pig food to observe the movement of the pig after eating, a total of three times, and the pig's activity was not abnormal. He told Mr. Leng what was on his mind. Mr. Leng laughed when he heard this, saying that he had heard this gossip from idlers a long time ago, which was pure nonsense. In the more than 20 years he has been practicing medicine, he has seen men with sperm without sperm, dead sperm and water essence, and has never seen a precedent for having barbed poisonous sperm. Mr. Leng smiled and said, "Brother, let's just make a mistake and make a mistake!" After that, he spread out the paper, grabbed the pen and dipped it in ink, prescribed a prescription for nourishing yin and aphrodisiac and warming the yang, took seven doses at a time, and ordered to take it for 100 days. Jiaxuan carried a bundle of medicine bags home and handed it to Hu, saying that the medicine was detoxified. Hu Shi was overjoyed, and he suffered every morning and evening, watching the man drink. This night, she snuggled in the man's arms and said emotionally: "You just endure the bitterness and drink for a hundred days, as long as you get rid of the poison, you can do whatever you want, I don't have any bad intentions to embarrass you." Jiaxuan was overjoyed, and drank the bitter potion as if he were drinking honey. At the end of the hundred days, Jiaxuan was remedied with medicine, his face was radiant, Hu Shi lifted the taboo in his heart and ripped off his trouser belt, the two of them were as enthusiastic as they were greedy, they were not satisfied or tired, until the adobe of the two pages of kang noodles collapsed, and the two of them giggled and moved a nest.

The frenzy after Hu Shi released his waist confinement lasted for three whole nights, and both of them were exhausted. On the fourth night, I couldn't toss anymore, so I fell asleep next to each other. A scream in his sleep frightened Jiaxuan to the point that he didn't know what to do, and when he woke up, he found that Hu Shi was tightly wrapped around him, trembling like sifting chaff, and he didn't dare to come out. He hurriedly lit the oil lamp, and saw that Hu's eyes were full of suspicion and horror, and his eyes were wandering in a trance. asked her what was wrong, her mouth was stumbling, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "There are ghosts!" After that, she buried her head in the quilt and hugged Jiaxuan even harder. After hearing this, Jiaxuan suddenly felt that his scalp was numb and his spine was cold, and a layer of cold goosebumps erupted all over his body. He asked, "Where is the ghost?" Hu Shi said in a trembling voice: "I dare not say it, the more I say it, the more scared I become." Jiaxuan broke free of Hu's hand, hooked his pants and ran barefoot out of the house and climbed upstairs to dig up half a liter of peas, one after another, from the roof to the corner of the wall, from the kang to the ground, a handful of peas as dense as rain, the sound of brushing and brushing was terrifying, and the ground on the kang table was sprinkled with green pea grains. When he was a child, his father exorcised demons like this to frighten him. After this toss, Hu Shi really relieved himself, his eyes were alive, he hugged him and cried, and his body no longer trembled. He sat with her in his arms until dawn, and she dared to speak about the ghost she had dreamed of last night. She said she saw the five women in his front room. The five women pinched her, twisted her, picked at her, grabbed her, tore her, beat her, spit on her, and all fought to drag him to sleep. What puzzled Jiaxuan was that Hu had not seen any of the dead women, and the appearance and characteristics of the five deceased people she said matched the real people one by one! Jiaxuan said to his mother, and the mother immediately said: "I will go to the judge tonight and arrest all of them." ”

The judge kept his name secret, known as a handful of hair, and a mysterious black mole under his left cheek was adorned with a handful of hairs that were a ruler long. Jiaxuan told the story of the haunting. The judge only asked him for his address and urged him to go back, saying that he would arrive later. Jiaxuan knew that the judge was walking in a sedan chair as fast as the wind, so he hurriedly trotted home. Sure enough, the judge arrived, and as soon as he reached the door, he threw a net onto the gatehouse. The judge came into the house, wrapped a red handkerchief around his head, a red belt around his waist, and red shoes on his feet, and threw himself upstairs to the ground again. Hu was so frightened that he was covered with a quilt. The judge finally caught the ghost from the corner of the second door, and presented to the lamp a porcelain jar with a red cloth that had been tightly tied around his neck, and the red cloth kept bouncing like a rat rushing out. The judge instructed: "Add enough water to the pot, boil the dog to death and then dry!" Lu San and Jiaxuan took turns pulling the bellows, after the pot boiled water, a stench overflowed and was disgusting, Jiaxuan vomited first, Lu San then vomited, and then burned after spitting, until the half pot of water was boiled to the point that there was not a drop left, the judge took the money, took the porcelain jar, collected the net, and took the ghost back to the ridge. The consequences are no longer haunted. Hu's spirit never recovered, day by day he saw depression, day by day, Mr. Leng's dozens of doses of traditional Chinese medicine did not improve, until a pile of flesh and blood was miscarried, and he was unable to afford to lie on the kang, and soon he was exhausted.

Jiaxuan was completely desperate, and Mr. Leng enlightened him and said: "Brother, please ask Mr. Yin and Yang to take a look at the homestead and ancestral tomb, see what is wrong, and let Mr. Yin and Yang treat you and ......."