Chapter 202 Chapter Thirty-Eight

"Ouch, don't let the cold water splash on your body." A forty-eight-year-old woman shouted from behind, pulling back the woman in front of the mouth of the well as she shouted.She didn't pull when the water splashed just now, she deliberately didn't react until the water splashed on her body. When the woman saw someone disturbing her ritual, her serene face was immediately filled with anger, her willow eyebrows stood upside down, her almond eyes widened, she turned around and was about to scold her, when she saw that the woman pulling her was the mother of her newlywed husband, her face was full of anger Suddenly it turned into mourning.She took her mother-in-law's hand and complained: "Oh, mother-in-law, didn't you tell everyone before you came here? I told you not to disturb me when I was doing something. What I want you to do is to read the congratulatory speech after me." .Why don't you old man listen?"

The woman didn't blame herself, she shook off her daughter-in-law's hand vigorously, waved and said, "Didn't I feel sorry for you? The well water at night is cold and cold, and it is not good for your health if it splashes. If it affects the grandson in your belly What should I do?" The woman glanced at everyone present, and said contemptuously: "Besides, our family has already dug a well, so why do you come here to make money? Whoever wants to drink water can do it himself!" The woman People crackled like firecrackers when they spoke, and the saliva spattered the daughter-in-law's face.

Although the harsh words were not spoken by the young daughter-in-law, she felt her face burning hot in front of so many eyes.He squinted at this person, then at that person, and made an embarrassed smile. "Have you finished the ceremony?" A gray-haired old man asked the woman, and when she saw the woman nodded, he smoothed things over and said, "Okay, okay, the ceremony is over, so let's go back early. The new daughter-in-law came to our village not long ago I really shouldn't make it difficult for her." After finishing speaking, the old man secretly glanced at the stingy woman, and seeing that she still had an old face, he said again: "This is a good deed for the whole village, and it is also a matter of accumulating virtue. Definitely It will bless the young daughter-in-law to give birth to a good baby, and the elderly will also look forward to being blessed."

Only then did the woman smile, nod her head repeatedly and said, "That's what it should be. I'll definitely give birth to a good baby." This made the young woman's face even redder. Seeing the reconciliation between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, the old man called everyone back home.The old man has been a duck chaser for many years, not only understands duck nature, but also human nature, even when he greets everyone to go back, he opens his arms and swings up and down, just like driving ducks ashore. Everyone left the well together.After walking about ten steps, the old man caught up with the young woman, deliberately avoided her and asked, "I was disturbed by your mother-in-law just now. Is there any serious consequence? Can the well water be restored to its original cleanliness?"

The young woman said softly: "I don't know either. I have always just watched my father do things. I rarely do it myself, and I don't have much experience." "Oh." The old man nodded, stopped making a sound, and walked back to his home with a slightly stooped shadow. The old man heard chickens crowing outside the village in the middle of the night.Not only him, but everyone else in the village heard it. The chicken crowing came much earlier than before, and the crowing was very chaotic.The rhythm of crowing is very complicated, and the crowing of chickens is like a wave. They run from the east of the village to the west of the village, and from the south to the north of the village. The chickens outside the village coincidentally held a premeditated and planned concert.

Careful people also found such a rule that when the chickens in the east of the village sang to the climax, the chickens in the west of the village were "cuckling" in their throats, as if they were discussing something together.And when the chickens in the west of the village opened their throats and screamed, the chickens in the east of the village whispered in their throats. Just as the people in the village were awakened by the sudden crowing of the rooster, and looked around in a daze, the crowing of the cock suddenly fell silent, not even the sound of "cuckoo". The noise suddenly passed, but the tranquility of the environment brought uneasiness in my heart.Everyone in the village lay motionless on the bed, not even daring to turn over easily.The old man, the young daughter-in-law, including the grandmother at that time, are all staring at the yellowed mosquito net or the dark top of the bed with their eyes open at this moment, waiting for something that will or will not come later.

This kind of aimless waiting or hope is painful, and no one knows what will happen after the noise of the cock, or nothing will happen.The whole village has reached unprecedented tranquility, deathly tranquility... "Ding." "Ding ding." "Ding ding ding..." Those with keen hearing heard the sound from the roof first.At first, it was extremely subtle, so subtle that it was almost inaudible, then it gradually became louder, and then louder, but with a little subtlety; "jingle bells." "Dang dong dong." "Dangdangdang..." At first, only the roofs of a few houses rang, and then half the roofs of the village rang.

"It's raining!" Someone shouted with all his might.His cry was heard by many people sleeping in the bed.The nights in the countryside are too quiet, or maybe the houses in the countryside are not well sealed, and most people can hear you even if you cry out loudly, "Baby, come back, it's getting late, go home..." , and then there was a voice from a child in the house: "I know, come back, come back..." Countless black nights in the countryside were filled with such long voices, and even penetrated like water. Everyone's dream.So let alone this desperate cry.

"It's raining, listen, it's raining outside." That loud shout seemed to touch a language switch, and many couples on the bed, or underage brothers, or close sisters whispered to each other, discussing endlessly. The other half of the village stretched out their hands from the window, palms facing the sky, and did not receive a drop of rain. The moon sneaked away long before people noticed.All the windows in the village were so dark that they were soaked in an inkwell, and it was impossible to see any changes outside.For them who have been busy all day in the farmland, this is just a waking dream, and they have no time and are unwilling to seriously distinguish between true and false, hallucinations or reality.Just like farming, everything has to be done step by step until the sun rises as usual tomorrow.