After Bai Jiaxuan's third son was born, he was named Calf. Between the second son, the mule foal, and the third son, the calf, the fairy grass gave birth to three boys and one girl according to the density of one or three years a year, and all of them did not survive the four or six bad luck before becoming ghosts in the deer and three cow pens. The death process of the four children was exactly the same: on the fourth day of life, they began to cry day and night, until they were hoarse and could no longer cry. On the sixth day, the child rolled his eyes and hanged himself. Xiancao was terrified when she saw the hanging white-eyed kernel. Bai Zhao said coldly: "It's still a short life. In fact, when the child had just had a sharp cry, she expected this outcome. She took a handful of dried mugwort leaves and twisted them into short pillars in the palm of her hand, planted them on the child's head, and lit them with fire. The smoke and the burning fire were approaching the scalp, and the squeak of the tender skin on the door of the head could be heard, and the burnt fur emitted a pungent smell of burning. Bai Zhao didn't care about the twitching and writhing child, and hardened his heart and planted the same mugwort leaves on both cheeks of the child, burning two black spots. All four children were roasted with mugwort, but none of them lived to the seventh day. Xiancao couldn't hold back her tears every time, especially that daughter. Bai Zhao didn't cry or persuade her, every time it was just a sentence: "Destined not to be a person in the yang world." ”

Most of the boys and girls born to Bai Zhao in his life died in the four or six winds, and the only thing he could deal with was that handful of mugwort leaves, and only about one out of ten lucky people could escape from death with that handful of mugwort leaves, but there were round scars on the door of the head and the corners of the mouth. Bai Zhao took the dead child from the kang and handed it to Lu San, who dug a deep pit in the corner of the bullpen and buried the dead child wrapped in a mat. Later, when digging up livestock manure, keep that piece of land until more than half a year or even a year later, when cow dung and cow urine corrode the young flesh and bones into dung, and then dig it out, dry it in the sun, mash it, and apply it to the wheat field or cotton field. In Bailu Village, every family in the cattle pen is buried with premature children, and the fields of every family are covered with manure soaked with flesh and blood.

The calf is destined to be a thing of the sun. Bai Zhao's three-pillar Ai Ye saved his life, leaving three round scars on the door of his head and the corners of his mouth, and he added a kind of charm when he smiled. Based on this, the Bai Zhao clan reprimanded the immortal grass who had lost faith in Ai Ye and said, "You don't believe it! Do you believe it now? Can the method handed down by the elders be wrong?" Xiancao has no regrets: "If the calf is a woman, it will be in people's hearts." ”

Bai Jiaxuan stood under the kang one night and said to his wife, who was breastfeeding the calf, "You have made meritorious service to the Bai family." The Bai family has been a single collapse for several lifetimes. I have three babies, Lu Zilin...... Two. The woman has not been born in the past two years, and she has probably been dry in the waist: as the saying goes, menstruation has stopped. Done?"

After more than a year, Xiancao was confined again, and this was her eighth confinement. She now has neither fear nor pain in the confinement of her child, and is even able to accurately grasp the date of labor. Her calm and calm attitude is actually out of a commonplace, like and pee, there is no need to panic, and when the falls and urine, wipe off her pants and excrete, but it is a little more troublesome than and pee. With a big belly, she still stood in front of the board and rolled noodles, sat on the wooden pier and pulled the bellows, went to the well platform and pulled the leather rope to pull the crutches to twist the water, spun and weave cloth with a big belly, and stirred the indigo made of blue grass into the dye vat to dye the cloth. In her own experience, this is more straightforward when giving birth.

She was weaving on a wooden machine that day, and her abdomen fell so violently that she almost fell off the loom, and when the black fog around her eyes cleared and she regained her sight, she could already feel something hot in her crotch squirming. Instead, she was calmer, got off the loom with her hands on her crotch, and walked slowly across the courtyard. When she entered the door of the mansion, there was a crisp bird cry overhead, and she calmly glanced back at a lark that was chirping on the plane tree in the courtyard, with its tail cocking. Crossing the threshold of the house, she unbuckled her trousers and sat on the floor, a mass of flesh wriggling in her crotch. The husband and the deer went to the ground three times, and the grandmother went to the door with the calf in her arms. The scissors rested on the loom. She lowered her head and grabbed the bloody umbilical cord and bit it a few times, and it broke. She pulled the mucus out of the child's mouth, and the child let out a whoow cry. When she bit the umbilical cord just now, she had already discovered that it was a woman. She wiped the blood stains on her daughter's body with her pants, wrapped her body in her big placket and climbed onto the kang, wrapped the child with a small cloth sheet that had already been prepared, tied it three turns with strips of cloth, and stuffed it into the bed. She wiped the blood on her abdomen, legs and hands, and calmly slipped into the bed, only then did she feel that she had no strength in her body.

Bai Jiaxuan went home to get some tools, and was surprised to see a bloody stain on the ground at the foot of the house. He woke her up and asked what was going on, but she didn't open her eyes or raise her hands, but just said, "Burn the kang quickly." He took wheat straw and stuffed it into the hole in the kang, lit it on fire, and started to burn. The green smoke was filled, and the fairy grass choked and coughed. He asked her, "How are you doing?" She said, "Thirsty." He went into the kitchen again and boiled a bowl of boiling water for her. She drank her lips from the edge of the bowl in one gulp, and was moved to tears, for this was the first time since she entered this gatehouse that a man had boiled water for her. She breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but tell him, "It's a woman!" Jiaxuan said: "This round your heart is up, and it is also in my heart." Scarce and scarce!" Xiancao couldn't help but say that when the child fell into the grass, there was a hundred lingzi screaming, Jiaxuan paced on the ground with his hands behind his back, and muttered: "Bailing...... Lark...... Bai Ling...... Bai Ling...... It's Ling Ling'er!"

Bai Ling smoothly passed the four or six major levels, and when she was out of confinement, the tense nerves of the fairy grass relaxed, and she avoided the four or six disasters so smoothly that she was not very steady. That night, she brought forward a thing that she had been pondering over and over again in January: "Recognize the spirit of doing a big job." Jiaxuan listened, "um", and then echoed and agreed. His current preference for this daughter is actually no less than that of fairy grass, just afraid that Lingling will have a disease and calamity, three long and two short, and he will have shade if he thinks he is big. He said, "Whom do you recognize?" Xiancao said: "It's up to you to do it." "Jiaxuan raised Mr. Leng first. Xiancao said: "You go and ask our mother, and our mother will recognize whoever she says." ”

After dinner, Bai Jiaxuan sat leisurely on the Nanmu Taishi chair, rolled the soft yellow fire paper into a paper twist, played the fire sickle, lit the paper twist, picked up the white copper hookah, pinched a pinch of yellow and bright Lanzhou tobacco into the chimney, blew the fire paper with a poof, inhaled it in one breath, the water in the hookah gurgled sounded, and slowly spewed out blue smoke. He pulled out the chimney and blew in the air with a thud, and the ashes of the burned cigarette bounced to the ground and shattered.

Bai Zhao had already taken off his pants, snuggled his lower body with the quilt, gently patted the little grandson calf snuggled in his arms with one hand, hummed a lullaby of cats and dogs in his mouth, shook his body gently, and watched his son Jiaxuan live a smoking addiction before going to bed. From time to time, she regarded her son as her deceased husband, the upright sitting posture with a straight back, the posture of holding a cigarette bottle in her left hand and the twisting of fire paper between her right fingers, the action and sound of smoking and blowing off the ashes, and the habitual squirting sound in her nasal cavity, which was exactly the same as his Lao Tzu's voice and demeanor. He sat on the chair he sat on before his death and smoked with the smoking utensils left by his Lao Tzu, all for the sake of filial piety: he was busy during the day, and only sat with her with the oil lamp for a while before going to bed, so as to relieve her of the loneliness of living alone, night and night. He usually came into the house to say hello first, and then sat down to smoke a hookah and talk about some family matters. She believed that the son surpassed the father in many ways in the clan and in the family; She adhered to the ancient precept of following her parents when she was young, her husband when she married, and her son when she was old, and she wisely let her son handle the housework and the affairs of the clan without interfering. Jiaxuan was too addicted to smoking, so he talked about admitting something big to his daughter. Bai Zhao did not confirm the friendship of two generations of Mr. Leng, and said: "Just recognize Lu Sanhao!"

Jiaxuan packed up the cigarette bottle, pinched out the fire paper and went to the horse. Lu San is feeding the night grass to the livestock in the horse. The trumpet is spacious and neat, and the trough is divided into two sections, on one side of which is tethered to the green mule born to the red horse, and on the other hand is to be tethered to the ox and the purple-red bullock born to the ox. Under the trough, a small cellar is made of square bricks to stir the hay, and Lu San pours the crushed grain grass and grass into the grass cellar, sprinkles the pea noodles milled into fine grits, pours well water, and stirs well with a wooden shovel, and adds the wet grass sticking to the pea grits into the trough. When the oxen and the bullock lick the forage, the brass bell hanging around the neck rings. Lu San did all this with his back to the door, put down the shovel, and turned around to see Jiaxuan standing behind him watching his labor. He didn't speak, he didn't need to panic, he was still busy in the groove as he had thought before. Bai Jiaxuan also stood in front of the trough, with his hands behind his back, watching the mule and horse swallow the grass with their long bouncing lips, and their teeth chewed out a gurgling sound. He moved to the trough and stopped, and watched the oxen and the calf wrap their long tongues in the hay. Lu San turned around and walked to the edge of the kang and sat down, smoking dry tobacco, the master did not speak, and he did not take the initiative to say anything. Jiaxuan almost every night after sitting with the old lady to the horse number, when he came, he stood with his hands behind his back and watched the cows and horses eat grass and chew, without even saying a word, watching the livestock eat up a whole trough of forage before going back to sleep. Bai Jiaxuan turned around from the side of the trough and walked to Lu San's face: "Third brother, do you see that my little daughter Lingling is distressed?" Lu San said: "I feel distressed. Bai Jiaxuan said: "Do you accept a goddaughter for you?" Lu San's black eyes widened in surprise, and then he lowered his head slightly, ** the smoking pot, and his mind suddenly turned nervously, synthesizing, contrasting, affirming, denying, and couldn't make up his mind for a while. Bai Jiaxuan said sincerely: "The three of us have discussed it and want to marry you." Of course...... It's a matter of consensual thinking, and it's good that you're pleased; It's okay to be unhappy, what we have been and what we will be in the future. You are thinking and planning in the dark, and you will see me in reply tomorrow. Then he walked out of the horse.

Lu San grabbed the short-barreled cigarette pouch and still smoked, and the smoke drifted across his face, like a clay statue shrouded in incense smoke. This is a self-respecting and self-confident long-term worker, with his honest labor to win the trust of the two generations of masters of the Bai family, heart-to-earth from the Bai family to receive the agreed salary, twice a year, after the wheat harvest to receive wheat, after the autumn to receive a package of grain and cotton, and the Bai family has never had a short catty or two things. In his opinion, we work for others just to earn other people's grain and cotton, and people give us grain and cotton just to work for others, which is a natural and simple thing. If you earn what others are born and eat what others are familiar with, and you don't work well for others, what do people hire you to do? On the other hand, some wealthy owners want to let long-term workers work and want to deduct the food and salaries of long-term workers, so what kind of energy do long-term workers have to work for you? In this way, it is also not easy for the Caidong to hire a long-term worker who is benevolent and the long-term worker wants to choose a benevolent Caidong. The Bai family is benevolent and righteous. When the wheat was harvested, the first wheat was laid, and the old man Bai Bingde said, "Lu San will take the pocket and pour it for you first." You're in the house for a short time, waiting for a meal! One stone of wheat is measured according to eleven buckets, and one bucket of water is planed. After rolling the first crop of cotton after the autumn, Bai Bingde still said: "First weigh enough for you to carry back, and let the woman see what to do, it's cold." When encountering a good year and closing the accounts at the end of the year, Bai Bingde generously said: "This year's harvest is good, add two buckets of wheat, and Lu San, you go back to have a good year with the babies." Lu San himself only has two acres of dry land, planting one season of wheat every year, and when it is time to sow wheat, Bai Bingde said: "Lu San, you put on the plow and plant your two acres of land first." He used the Bai family's livestock and plough tools, and it didn't take him a moment to plant. In the spring, the woman Lu Zhang carried a small hoe to hoe the grass, and the wheat was cut by the woman today and tomorrow without waiting for it to turn yellow, and carried it home one by one, and smashed it clean one by one with a mallet in her own small yard. Lu San was destined to harvest, mill, dry wheat and sow Akita for the Bai family throughout the summer harvest period. When the wheat matured and entered the flood season, Bai Bingde temporarily hired a few wheat customers from Bailu Town to harvest the wheat in time, and Lu San naturally became the leader of the wheat customers, leading them to identify the Bai family's plots, and supervising them not to be lazy and slack off and cut wheat to leave too high stubble. Lu San sometimes couldn't help but get angry: "Do you see that the wheat stubble you have cut looks like a human cut?" Thieves can't leave such a high stubble! This is the ability to go out and work for others? The shopkeeper is blind and calls you this second hair!" Lu San's crop skills are first-class in Bailu Village, and he can't help but get angry when he sees those jobs that are not in place. After Bai Bingde died, the relationship between Lu San and Bai Jiaxuan, who was a generation, became more harmonious. Bai Jiaxuan sincerely called him the third brother, and he didn't call him the master or the shopkeeper, but called him by his name, naturally the official name Bai Jiaxuan. Lu San generally does not participate in the internal affairs of the Bai family, unlike some shallow snobs, the main family treats him well, and he can't control the severity and can't hold his breath, and he can't grow a tail to wag when he is so angry. He only abides by one thing, and does what he should do and never does what he should not do. Is it inappropriate to be a big deal for the baby daughter of the Bai family? After Lu San weighed the pros and cons of being a big man and not being a big man, he still couldn't make up his mind, and finally just thought about one sentence repeatedly: Jiaxuan has opened his mouth, this face can't be hurt!