As soon as he entered, the witch doctor who was lying on the dark blue intricate weaving cloth was holding a cigarette stick and smoking a dry cigarette, and when he heard Zheng Ling's footsteps, Shi Shiran raised his eyes to look at him.

When he caught a glimpse of the little baby in his arms, he smiled meaninglessly.

"It seems that your old lady still doesn't give up, and the baby is cold and sent to me."

Zheng Ling was stabbed by this sentence, and his face was ashamed; I didn't dare to go forward.

"Alright." The witch doctor impatiently tapped his cigarette stick on the table, and said unconcernedly, "Take it out and bury it." lest in the days of life give birth to evil spirits, and plague the people of the village. ”

Zheng Ling was naturally busy nodding.

But in the next second, he looked at the witch doctor who was lying on the shoulder massaged by the little maidservant, and asked with a little hesitation: "Lord witch doctor, can you let him be buried in the family tomb of my Zheng family, after all, he can be regarded as my eldest son......

The sound of the witch doctor smoking stopped.

He raised his hand lightly and let the little maid go out first.

It wasn't until the gate was covered that the witch doctor raised his eyes to look at Zheng Ling, who was kneeling down.

"Zheng Gen, don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know what you're thinking."

The cigarette stick was held by him and placed on the edge of the table, and the witch doctor's eyes were cloudy but shining: "How the land in the village is distributed is your business, but you have not lived a day since you were born." ”

"According to the legacy left by the ancestors, it must be buried at every intersection for the villagers to trample on, and it must not be exceeded. I read that your father died to protect the village, and this is the son you finally obtained, so letting you take it out and bury it secretly is already giving you face, don't be ignorant. ”

Zheng Ling, who was kneeling there, stiffened unconsciously.

Zhangjing Village has a village rule that if the first child born to each family is a son, they can be allocated a permanent piece of land, and even if they die accidentally, the land can be inherited by their son or parents.

Zheng Ling wanted to bury the child in the Zheng family tomb because he wanted to indirectly admit that the child was his eldest son in the name of the witch doctor, and then get the land, but unfortunately this proposal was seen through by the witch doctor as soon as he opened his mouth.

His face was scornful, and he knew that it would be ignorant to ask for any more; So he only hung his head and hugged the child in his arms, and whispered: "Excuse me, Lord Witch Doctor, the little one will leave." ”

After kneeling for a long time, there was some numbness between his legs, Zheng Ling was about to prop up the floor and get up, but the witch doctor knocked on the cigarette stick again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Slow." ”

Zheng Ling, who thought he had hope, knelt down busily again, his eyes were full of pleading, and with a little hope: "The little one is here, what does the witch doctor command?" ”

"Look at your boy's obedientness, so be it." I saw that the witch doctor reached out and took out the coat with many pockets, took out a small cloth bag and threw it in front of Zheng Ling.

"You find a chance to sleep with your mother-in-law, and then put this thing in her food for her to drink. In this way, it is the son who has been born to you. ”

Hearing this, Zheng Ling immediately kowtowed to the witch doctor a few times with joy, and quickly stuffed the cloth bag into his arms, for fear that the witch doctor would regret it in the next second.

"In less than two months, the day of the village festival will be held."

The witch doctor glanced at his shallow-eyed appearance, and said meaningfully: "This year's elixir, it is estimated that only you can share a share of your family." ”

"But if you work hard with your mother-in-law this year, you might be able to catch up with another divine festival next year."

Divine sacrifice?!

Zheng Ling's breath was suffocated, and his eyes widened instantly.

Isn't that a festival that only happens once in 30 years? The last time the sacrifice was twenty-three years ago, so why will it be done next year?

The witch doctor saw through Zheng Ling's thoughts at a glance, took a puff of dry smoke, and spit out white smoke that hazy his face, like a fog.

"On the fifteenth day of this month, I calculate the month. The immortals sent a message to heaven and ordered me to find a woman born on the lunar day of the lunar year to serve the gods. ”

"And Ah Miao is the most suitable candidate."

Ah Miao is the little maid beside the witch doctor just now.

"Zheng Gen's son, the medicine that was blessed by the immortals on the day of the divine sacrifice only comes once in thirty years. What to do, you can weigh it yourself. ”

…

When Zheng Ling returned home empty-handed, his mother had already carried the basket to cut pigweed for the pigs.

All that was left in the empty yard was a broken broom and the snorting pigs in the barn.

Xie Rourou in the corner was crawling under the wall, her hands and feet were covered with bruises and purple scars, and her face was swollen to the point that it was no different from a pig in a pig shed.

Calling him back, Fang Ning slowly raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head silently.

Originally, Zheng Ling didn't want to go back into the house when he saw her pig-headed face.

But at the thought of the priest's sacrifice, he stopped again, turned a corner, and went straight to the kitchen.

It didn't take long for him to come out with a bowl of brown sugar and eggs.

In the barren village of Zhangjing, both of these things are rare, and only women who have given birth to their eldest son can drink a bowl on the first day of confinement.

And a stubborn and cruel person like Xie Rourou can be considered merciful if he can give a bowl of rice to eat.

The cowshed, which had fallen into disrepair, was pushed open with a "squeak" sound.

Zheng Ling caught a glimpse of the rags mixed with excrement on the ground, and his brows couldn't help but wrinkle.

But he quickly ignored these again, and walked straight to Fang Ning with the bowl.

"Does it hurt?"

He raised his hand to touch Fang Ning's bruised arm, but he didn't expect that the moment he approached, Fang Ning trembled with fear, and desperately retreated, his eyes full of fear.

Seeing her reaction like this, Zheng Ling's gaze became a little complicated.

When she first arrived at his house, Xie Rourou was such a young and energetic girl, and it was not an exaggeration to use almost all beautiful words on her; How did she become the person she is now, not a ghost, and after less than a year?

"Don't be afraid, I won't hit you."

The bowl of eggs in his hand was pushed by him in the direction of Xie Rourou, Zheng Ling slowed down his voice and coaxed her: "You eat this, eat ......"

He looked at the blood stains on the ground that had not been wiped away, paused, and spoke again: "If you eat it, your stomach won't hurt." ”

This bowl of eggs contains the medicine that the witch doctor gave him today.

The pregnant woman who has just given birth has great physical exertion, but Xie Rourou is a normal person who will not refuse this bowl of eggs; Zheng Ling was gambling that she would drink the bowl in order to regain her strength.

And all his speculations are based on the fact that Xie Rourou is pretending to be crazy and stupid in order to escape.

I saw Fang Ning gradually raise his lowered head, and his sloppy gaze gradually focused; first glanced at Zheng Ling, who was squatting there, and then moved his gaze downward, quietly looking at the bowl of brown sugar eggs.

After a moment, she slowly reached out her hand.