Chapter 201: Reborn in the 90s: The Tyrant Flower Chapter 202 Dancing on the Grave

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

"It's nothing, just an old ailment." Su Rong coughed for a while, felt a bit better, and speaking wasn't so painful anymore.

So Chai Mi's Da Jiu and second uncle drove the donkey cart down the mountain. Chai Mi and Song Qiushui followed behind.

"Ai... had I known we'd have to go back, I wouldn't have come up in the first place." Song Qiushui complained as she walked, "I was thinking the big mountains would be fun, didn't expect just pure mountain gullies. Not much different from our village..."

"The whole country's pretty much the same, at most the food differs."

The two talked as they reached Liu San's Wuling Hongguang.

Chai Mi had just gotten the keys from Zhang Hailan, opened the car's trunk, and moved the things and her two uncles into the car together.

A full donkey cart's worth...

The little donkey stood by silently speechless...

Then the little donkey used all its strength, hauling the things and Chai Mi's two uncles, and set off.

The road, the harder to walk. The little donkey, the more spirited...

Have to say, this donkey's quite dedicated...

Chai Mi and Song Qiushui just followed behind leisurely.

These things were actually gifts for Chai Mi's maternal grandmother and grandfather; as for the several uncles...

Chai Mi didn't take their share.

Still, what Song Qiushui said that day was right, just throwing some money is better. Otherwise it's too troublesome...

And it wouldn't be much of a loss either.

Although Chai Mi didn't have a calculating mindset toward her uncles, it indeed wasn't a loss.

Because in a couple days Chai Mi's younger sister would have her full-month banquet, and the several uncles would send the money back...

Back and forth.

This sentiment, it's all been fulfilled.

Everyone didn't spend a fortune either.

Best of both worlds.

Chai Mi unloaded the things at Da Jiu Su Rong's home, then second uncle Su Tang went back to his own home to unload.

After all, the little donkey was sweating all over from exhaustion...

Unlike Chai Mi busy going inside to see her younger sister and mother, Song Qiushui was at leisure examining Su Rong's house.

Looked for a while, Song Qiushui shook her head: Truly poor...

Actually, in Sanjiacun, Chai Mi's family counted as impoverished. But compared to Chai Mi's maternal grandmother's home, it was still much better.

At Chai Mi's maternal grandmother's home, Song Qiushui discovered many antique-grade items.

Especially old-style house doors, the half-door kind, Song Qiushui had never seen before, thick door panels, thick door posts... extremely inconvenient to use.

The floor inside the house...

Basically no floor, just dirt.

The windows are lattice boards, like Qing Dynasty products...

Chai Family Old Wu Zi Neighbor's Window paper still pasted on top.

Song Qiushui had only seen in Water Margin when Shi Qian stole things, using saliva to dampen window paper; now having a concrete example, she knew the book wasn't lying.

The house is three rooms.

Song Qiushui scratched her head raw and couldn't figure out how Chai Mi's mother lived. After all, Chai Mi's maternal grandmother was bedridden, hemiplegic. Chai Mi's maternal grandfather, also bedridden... fully paralyzed...

And Chai Mi's mother doing postpartum confinement could only stay with Chai Mi's maternal grandmother and grandfather.

After all, Chai Mi's Da Jiu and aunt-in-law, Chai Mi's eldest male cousin Su Zongxun had just been married five or six years, still had to...

Song Qiushui wandered half a day, found the answer.

Chai Mi's Da Jiu and aunt-in-law lived in that cowshed on the east side of the house...

After all, their belongings were there, bedding too.

Song Qiushui couldn't help scratching her head, hard...

Actually, in this era several brothers and sisters crowding together is understandable. Many kids at home, squeezing a bit is normal.

But Chai Mi's Da Jiu's family isn't a matter of many kids; Chai Mi's Da Jiu only has one son. His difficulty is four generations under one roof...

And Song Qiushui guessed maybe Chai Mi's Da Jiu's health is poor, no way to build a new house, so just making do in the cowshed.

Fortunately the cowshed has no cows.

And the family doesn't have a single furry creature, don't know if that's good or bad.

Before long, Chai Mi came out.

Song Qiushui with a worried face pulled Chai Mi and asked: "Chai Mi, how's your mom? How's your little sister?"

Chai Mi's expression was very relaxed.

"All pretty good, my mom even got fatter. Health improved a lot. My little sister, so-so." Chai Mi said with a smile: "That little worthless wretch eats stupidly, sleeps listlessly, already weighs eight or nine catties. Got a bit fairer too, not like Xiao Hei Dan anymore."

"Then fine, let's go back..." Song Qiushui said eagerly.

Chai Mi frowned tightly: "Just got here and leaving?"

Song Qiushui spread her hands pointing at the courtyard all around: "No place to even set foot..."

Chai Mi gasped: "Song Qiushui, you're talking nonsense. My maternal grandmother's house is poor to the point of bare walls, the whole courtyard is empty ground, still can't accommodate you?"

Chai Mi was right……

Chai Mi's maternal grandmother's courtyard, spotlessly clean.

Nothing at all, purely very large and spacious.

Not even vegetables planted.

After all, even drinking water is difficult.

Growing vegetables is out of the question.

Song Qiushui frowned with worry: "Ruined, then I'll risk my life to accompany the gentleman. Agreed, no staying overnight. Otherwise, I feel I'll have to climb on the roof to sleep tonight, and then the sky will be my quilt and the earth my bed."

"That won't do, we leave at three or four in the afternoon." Chai Mi sighed: "My mother has stayed here this long, I'm embarrassed. There really is no place to stay."

As Chai Mi spoke, she helplessly touched her head: "My aunt is still angry with my maternal grandmother……"

Song Qiushui was baffled: "Your maternal grandmother is already half-paralyzed, how can your aunt be angry with her? Disliking that your maternal grandmother's body is too good?"

Chai Mi rolled her eyes at Song Qiushui.

Sure enough, this way of speaking is so Song Qiushui.

Spiritual Little Sister Song Qiushui's unpleasant way of speaking hasn't been just a day or two.

But Song Qiushui is just this kind of person, Chai Mi is used to it too. Song Qiushui has no malice, she just speaks her mind bluntly.

"How would I know? I heard my mother say, it's my aunt disliking that my maternal grandmother can eat……"

"That can't be helped, unless later your maternal grandmother becomes like your maternal grandfather, your maternal grandfather fully paralyzed, eats less." Song Qiushui spread her hands: "Being alive means eating, no way around it."

"Exactly, my aunt is so picky, lots of trouble. Matches my eldest aunt." Chai Mi said helplessly. "Fortunately she only has one son, if it were like our Old Chai Family with three sons, they'd be fighting noisily too. Come, let's go inside and take a look……"

Song Qiushui didn't refuse Chai Mi's not-too-lively invitation either.

And she also wanted to see what Chai Mi's little sister looks like.

Treading on the uneven ground, Song Qiushui and Chai Mi entered the house.

The house was very small, very low, very dark.

At the Kang head lay Chai Mi's maternal grandfather, completely motionless.

Fully paralyzed, actually a vegetative state…… won't last more than a few days.

At the Kang tail lay Chai Mi's maternal grandmother, basically motionless……

Half-paralyzed, unable to care for herself, legs and feet uncoordinated.

In the middle sat Chai Mi's mother Su Wan holding a child.

Beside her was Su Jin crying with tears streaming down her face……

On the side were Liu San and Zhang Hailan busy persuading Su Jin not to cry……

Very lively indeed.

Song Qiushui felt she didn't even have a place to put her feet……

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Chai Mi and Song Qiushui went out again.

Chai Mi isn't a squeamish person either, her maternal grandmother's family's living conditions are indeed hard to endure.

In her previous life, Chai Mi's maternal grandfather passed away on the seventh day of the seventh month this year. Chai Mi's maternal grandmother didn't survive past the fifteenth of the eighth month either.

Counting it up, there's not even a month left to endure.

Chai Mi had her mother return to her maternal family to stay, a large reason was to let her mother Su Wan see her maternal grandparents one more time.

Some illnesses cannot be cured.

Even in the later life, a vegetative state like this also consumes heart and blood, it's only a matter of time.

People, in the end, all pass away.

Like a fully paralyzed person and a half-paralyzed person, being alive might just be suffering.

Chai Mi had Song Qiushui wait in the yard, while she ran to give two hundred yuan to her eldest aunt. Then ran to the back to give second uncle and youngest uncle, one hundred each.

Although they all declined, Chai Mi still gave it.

Chai Mi said a few more words to her mother, seeing it was still early, only around seven-thirty, still a while before lunch, she leisurely planned to go stroll on the mountain with Song Qiushui.

Chai Mi had already seen her mother Su Wan, and Su Wan's complexion was very good, Chai Mi didn't need to worry, her mood improved a lot.

Otherwise, Chai Mi really hasn't been sleeping well recently.

Saying she doesn't miss her mother, that would be a lie.

Fortunately Chai Mi used the fastest speed, resolved the vast majority of the family's problems, and her mother can return home with peace of mind.

Although the confinement month is over, days still have to be lived.

The days ahead are still long……

They will definitely be many times better than in the previous life where Chai Mi's mother, because she was always sulking at home and exhausted, finally died — many times stronger.

Song Qiushui originally just wanted to come out for a stroll, going out for a stroll now suits her perfectly.

They say when a person's mood is good, everything they see is happy.

Chai Mi is probably in this kind of mood right now.

Chai Mi and Song Qiushui followed the mountain path, and went up the big mountain.

Not far south of Chai Mi's maternal grandmother's home, out the courtyard gate, is the big mountain.

The mountain has mostly pines, cypresses, some apricot trees, and some shrubs, wild grass also very tall. Looking from afar, lush and green, distant mountains like dark ink……

Up close, it's thorns everywhere, hard to take a step.

Only the sheep-intestine paths people have walked can barely let the two feel this place can be climbed.

"Chai Mi, the mountain on your maternal grandmother's side is steeper and higher than ours. More firewood too…… You say, firewood everywhere, why don't they gather some to burn?" Song Qiushui said panting while climbing.

"They've gathered enough, so they don't lack firewood." Chai Mi said: "You didn't go to the back courtyard, the firewood my eldest uncle chopped in the back courtyard, enough to burn for several years."

Living off the mountain, at least firewood is not lacking.

Chai Mi's maternal uncle Su Rong was in poor health and couldn't do particularly heavy physical labor, but usually when he had nothing to do he would go up the mountain to chop some firewood. And the mountain was right there, so it wasn't tiring; anyway, they lacked everything else, but they didn't lack firewood.

"That much? How about when we go back, we ask your maternal uncle for some?" Song Qiushui said, struck by a sudden whim.

Chai Mi directly rejected Song Qiushui's such idiotic idea: "If you asked for something valuable, that would be fine, but what do you want this rotten firewood for?"

"The point is, your maternal uncle's family is completely destitute... only the firewood is worth anything..."

The two went up the slope along the steep incline, and there were often some broken stones in between, making it very strenuous to walk.

But what was very obvious was that the temperature here wasn't high, and compared to when Chai Mi was at home, it felt much cooler.

And it was lush and green to the eye, so looking at it wouldn't make people feel so tired.

The two strolled along the way, and when they reached a higher place, looking down at Wenjiagou, they felt it was arranged in a pleasingly scattered way, and it indeed had some of the harmony a mountain valley should have.

Going further up...

they saw a platform on the mountain top, and on the platform there was a pile of graves, seemingly the location of Wenjiagou's ancestral graves.

However, the grave mounds were low, and everywhere there were weeds and some mulberry and cypress trees, looking as if no one had managed them for a long time.

"Why are the graves here so small..." Song Qiushui frowned: "After my father dies, I will definitely build my father a big grave mound, one that can be seen from three li away."

Chai Mi: "Uh..."

Song Qingshan would definitely thank her...

Thank Heaven and Earth, to have such a filial daughter!

"Chai Mi, Chai Mi! Look, what is that thing..." Song Qiushui pointed at a collapsed grave mound and asked.

Chai Mi didn't pay attention, casually glanced at it: "The grave mound has been around for a long time, the coffin boards inside have rotted, and it collapsed, that's all, what's there to see..."

"No no..." Song Qiushui pulled Chai Mi: "It's moving..."

"What thing is moving?"

"Something is moving inside the grave..."

Chai Mi was an atheist, so she wasn't scared, and narrowed her eyes to look over.

In a grave mound, there was indeed movement.

However, inside it was pitch black, and it was hard to see what thing it was.

However, it probably wasn't a person...

And it couldn't be a ghost either.

Normally, if it were a person, Chai Mi and Song Qiushui talking like that, that person would have heard it long ago, and it was impossible for them to remain indifferent.

As for the topic of ghosts, in broad daylight, ghosts also need to get off work; ghosts wouldn't seem to have nothing to do and work overtime in broad daylight just to scare Chai Mi and Song Qiushui.

Moreover, Chai Mi wasn't afraid either...

There were many grave mounds here, and in front of each grave mound, there were sticks used for burning zhibei.

Because sometimes when visiting graves, the zhibei burned was relatively more, and it couldn't be finished burning in a short while. People couldn't burn zhibei one sheet at a time like on television; basically, they burned zhibei in stacks.

Too much zhibei would lead to incomplete combustion.

To catch up on the schedule...

Cough cough... indeed it was to catch up on the schedule, and many people would definitely say that the locals don't respect the dead, that visiting graves and burning zhibei still needs to catch up on the schedule, but in actual life, it is indeed so. Because if zhibei were burned normally, one bag of zhibei would take one or two hours to burn, and visiting graves itself happens during New Year Festivals, with tight time, leaving only the interval from eight to eleven in the morning for visiting graves and burning zhibei.

Even actually, generally after ten o'clock they wouldn't visit graves anymore, after all, the old people in the graves were also quite hot; crawling out at high noon to pick up zhibei would affect the old people's naps.

Actually there was only one or two hours of time, so the time period needed to make the zhibei burn faster; using a stick to poke or lift them would be faster.

Chai Mi casually picked up a stick; the stick was quite thick, over a meter long, bowl-mouth-thick Chen locust wood, sturdy and light.

Chai Mi went toward that grave mound.

In front of the grave mound stood a cement stone tablet...

The stone tablet was crooked, and the steel bars inside were exposed; anyway, the quality of this tablet wasn't good, its main selling point was that having it was better than not having it.

The grave behind the stone tablet had already collapsed.

Half was soil, half was a big pit the size of a washbasin.

Inside the pit was pitch black, with two pitch-black big eyes, staring at Chai Mi and Song Qiushui...