Preamble

The sky darkened a little bit.

The men who worked outside the village began to return home one after another, and the women who stayed behind at home began to gather their children back to their homes. The smoke rises from the chimneys of varying heights, turns from black to white, and finally transforms into the aroma of steamy rice.

The men, who had been busy all day, sat in the right seats, eating the simplest coarse tea and light meals, and there were children laughing and chattering next to them. The old people in the house either looked at the family with happy expressions and laughed and laughed, or leaned over and muttered some parents in their mouths......

Everything was calm as usual, and no one noticed that on Jiming Mountain, six or seven miles outside the village, there was already a man in Tsing Yi staring at the village for seven or eight days.

He was dressed in a rather strange way, completely different from the people in the village. The thin figure sat under a large tree at the highest point of the mountain. His face was pale and bloodless, and there was much more cold sweat on his forehead than when he first arrived here seven or eight days ago. And those cold sweats are strange, such a hot weather has not dissipated for a few days, and one by one they are stuck to the man's forehead, not falling at all, and there is a faint cold.

The man held a compass tightly in his hand, and a dark spoon on the compass sat lifelessly in place. Like its owner, a stillness is seven or eight days.

But everything is still, in fact, it is a moment of movement.

As soon as the third watch arrived, the black spoon, which had been stagnant for a few days, moved as if sensing something. The man opened his eyes instantly, and saw that the spoon on the compass began to turn slowly, and his eyes, which had been dry for months, radiated joy. Stand up, make a gesture in your palm, and place it on the side of your ear.

Sure enough, a faint baby cry came from the back house of the main house in the east of the village......

Born!

The man got up, pinched out a yellow note from his sleeve and slapped it on his body. I saw a cyan figure quickly swept down the mountain, the color changed from dark to light, and when it reached the outside of the wall of Lizheng's house, it had turned into a piece of transparency.

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The women of the village gave birth to children and they were all in their own homes. If the conditions are not good, it is common for the elders of their own family or neighbors to get started.

Li Zheng's family is said to be able to afford to hire a midwife, although there is only one midwife in several nearby villages, but if you hear that it is Mrs. Li Zheng's family who gives birth, don't you come as soon as possible? But the strange thing is that at this time, in the main house of the back house, there are only two women, one master and one servant.

"Ma'am, it's a girl."

The servant woman under the bed sent the baby girl who had just been wrapped in swaddling clothes to the lady with a sad face.

The woman on the bed was about thirty years old, her head was drenched with sweat, and a few strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, and most of her still bright face was withered. His eyes were closed, he didn't look at the child, he even turned his head away. After his shoulders trembled a few times, he trembled: "Drown!" "

"Ma'am." The servant woman could not bear it. But the woman on the bed choked out uncontrollably: "Please, drowning." While he's not there...... He couldn't watch the first two closely, but this time he was not there...... The eldest girl is already like that, and the second girl doesn't know what's going on, if there is another one, how can I live? "

The servant woman sighed, and carried the little man in her arms out of the inner room.

Inri was away, and there were only Madame, her, and the two male servants in the front yard. The middle door was closed, and there were only their masters and servants in the backyard. There was a wooden tray in the courtyard that had been prepared long ago, and it was filled with water. After a warm day, it was originally used to wash postpartum clothes, but I didn't want to: this baby turned out to be a girl again.

The little baby was tender and well-behaved, except for a weak cry at birth, and had been sleeping in swaddling clothes with his eyes closed. The servant woman couldn't bear to see it, but when she remembered what she saw last year, she trembled. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he squatted down and dismantled the swaddling clothes, grabbed the baby, and pressed it into the basin without looking......

The poor little baby girl, who was born into the world, had no strength to resist, and choked to death without even a single cry.

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The servant woman could feel her babies gradually lose their bones and collapse into a mass of flesh. When I opened my eyes and brought the baby out, I was already ...... No breath.

"All right, ma'am."

The servant woman crept in and placed the re-wrapped swaddling clothes on the lady's bed. The woman's eyes were red and swollen, but she couldn't cry anymore: "That's it! When the old man came back, he said that the third lady was born without breath. "There are not a few such things.

The servant answered and withdrew.

The woman did not look at the child while he was there. But after the servant went down, she couldn't help but hurry back to look. However, in the swaddling clothes, the little baby can no longer move.

"Child, don't blame my mother for being ruthless. You went earlier, so that you might not suffer the sin of the unsightly. My mother has no ability, so I can only let you recast a good baby. Remember, in the next life, you will vote for a boy, or simply don't vote for such a person's family. It is better to be alive than dead......"

The woman, either tired from childbirth or overly sad, fell into a deep sleep as she spoke.

After the breath stabilized, the curtain of the inner and outer rooms inexplicably rolled up a corner. Then, a jade bottle appeared in mid-air out of thin air......

The stopper was pulled off, and a drop of fragrance was poured into the mouth of the baby girl in swaddling clothes before it could be dispersed. This fairy wind drink has the effect of respite and live. But this little baby's spirit is too weak and has already dissipated.

The man in Tsing Yi who turned into a transparent man, if anyone saw his face at this time, he would find that after such a saint's rescue, his face would not be disappointed, but an uncontrollable joy. Hurriedly took out the compass and held it in the palm of his hand. And the spoon on the compass quickly spun as soon as it appeared. After a few laps, it ended up on a quirky pattern that seemed to be double-headed.

The man in Tsing Yi became more and more pleased, took the compass, and untied the swaddling clothes. After placing the palm of the left hand on the baby's acupoint, the baby's head is fixed with the right hand. A leaning over, dry lips that had been closed for months were brought under the baby's snort.

Hugging Yuan, exerting his strength, pumping his mind, and when he opened his mouth again, a dark blue breath slowly floated out of the mouth of the man in Tsing Yi.

But although the thing floated out, it was not in a hurry to burrow into the baby's snort. On the contrary, it is wandering, as if there is some uncertainty about the situation outside, and the meaning of wanting to drill back?

The man in Tsing Yi frowned, and simply scraped it with a blade, and hit the dark blue directly into the baby girl's snort. Immediately afterwards, a ball of spiritual energy was infused into the baby's body, and a little Zhou Tian pushed it over, and the baby, who had no breath, choked and coughed, and cried out with a 'wow'......