After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 210

"I."

Qi Yi did not run away. He took the initiative to show half of his head. Seeing that the other party did not look angry, he leaned out his whole body.

"Grandma, I'm from the Qi family."

"Oh," the yellow paper in the old man's hand trembled, but he still stuffed it into the flame.

"The son of the widow of the Qi family."

Qi Yi was not happy to hear this and said, "My mother is not a widow anymore."

The widows in the village always have a bad reputation and are full of gossips. When I first came to this village, if the matchmaker had not introduced me quickly, I and my mother, an orphan and a widow who fled here, would definitely not have been able to live a stable life.

Their biological father passed away while they were fleeing, and they had suffered enough hardships along the way. The mother and daughter knew better than anyone that they had to get married and settle down first in order to survive in this mountain village.

Even if my stepfather is a lazy and drunkard, it is still better than being single. Otherwise, I would be afraid that bad guys would break into my room on the first night.

When money has an owner, greedy sight will temporarily be just sight.

Even if no one wants to be someone else's money, there is no better way in this world.

The old lady chuckled a few times, shook out the yellow paper in her hand, and stuffed it into the fire: "It's better to be a widow."

Qi Yi looked at the suddenly growing flames and asked, "Grandma, who are you burning paper for?"

Grandma Li turned her good eye to look over and uttered a series of unclear nasal sounds, but the last sentence was clear:

"People who love to chew on things will go to the hell of tongue pulling."

Qi Yi shut his mouth.

The old man built a fire and waited for a while. Qi Yi didn't leave but just watched from the side. The sky got darker and it looked like it was going to rain.

Grandma Li didn't delay any longer. She covered the burning ashes with soil and only stood up after making sure there were no sparks.

He had been sitting on the ground leaning against a rock for too long, and when he stood up he was staggering. Qi stepped over and gave him a hand.

The old lady said nothing. She put her weight on the young man, leaned against him and supported him, then slowly went down the mountain.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, both of their pants were covered in dust. Qi Yi's straw sandals, which were not very new to begin with, had cracked in the front, exposing his toes. It looked a little funny.

Qi Yi supported Grandma Li and could smell the smell of paper ash on her clothes, as well as the unique smell of old people.

The boy retracted his thumb and looked at the ground, saying, "Grandma, I couldn't sleep well at night either."

The old man had weak legs and feet, and he kept panting as he came down the mountain, as if he was going to breathe out his lungs. He didn't respond.

Qi Yi pulled Grandma Li's arm upward again: "Brother Mancang said he didn't sleep well either."

The old man looked at the boy's hair with his good eye, coughed and said, "If you are lazy during the day, you will not sleep well at night."

Qi Yi put the bird eggs back in his arms, afraid that they would fall out while walking: "I didn't slack off during the day, I was working all the time."

The old man stopped talking.

The night was dark. Fortunately, the two returned smoothly without any bumps or bruises. Otherwise, Qi Yi might not be able to carry Grandma Li given her size.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, the old man brushed away the boy's hand and walked towards the front street. There were no lights on the dirt road, and the barking of dogs sounded hollow.

Qi Yi stood in the middle of the road, watching the old man staggering forward.

Suddenly, Grandma Li turned around:

"Go back and ask your parents."

The boy nodded blankly.

The old man looked impatient and added: "Count how many people there are in the family."

Qi Yi was really confused this time.

When Qi Yi returned home, Qi Jing and Jing Xiaocui had already gone to bed. There was no light in the dark yard and the moon in the sky was covered by clouds. Qi Yi went to the kitchen in the dark. There was still some residual warmth in the stove, so he stuffed all the bird eggs into it.

After a while, it started to drizzle outside, not heavy, just a little chilly.

Qi Yi rubbed his arms against the stove, took out the bird eggs, put two of them in his mother's salt jar, a place Qi Jing would never touch, and held one in his hand.

The boy looked at the bird eggs, not knowing where to start.

Roll? Roll from where?

Qi Yi rolled the bird egg around his head, arms, and legs, not knowing what to say, so he just kept mumbling to himself, "Let's go, let's go, let's go..."

My lips were dry from talking so much, and I relaxed and said, "Let's go. Our family is very poor. We don't have anything to eat or drink. Let's go."

After rolling, nothing happened. Qi Yi peeled off the eggshell and put the bird egg, which exuded a faint fragrance, into his mouth with great care. The egg yolk was sticky and stuck to his teeth. After Qi Yi swallowed it and licked it, it was still fragrant.

It was getting late, and Qi returned to his hut. It was still empty. There were no wild vegetables in his backpack, only land, a broken bed, and an old piece of clothing to cover himself.

Time passed little by little, and after midnight, the sound came again.

"Hee hee hee……"

“Scratch, scratch it for me…”

Qi Yi sighed in his heart and closed his eyes.

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The next morning, it was daybreak and Qi Yi was still not fully awake when a loud gong sounded in the street, making his head buzz.

The mourning of the filial son came through the morning mist:

"My dear mother——"

"Why did you leave the child behind and go away——"

"My dear mother——"

"Your tears will accompany you..."

The unique mournful songs of the countryside echoed among the villagers, shaking all the sleeping people out of their houses.

Qi Yi wrapped his clothes tightly and opened the gate. He just happened to see Qi Jing coming out of the main room in slippers. He stepped into the waterlogged yard, splashing mud high. He was cursing angrily, "Who is so blind that he died so early and disturbed the peace and quiet?"

Qi Yi looked out from the half-open gate and saw a man coming from the front street, kneeling every three steps and knocking every five steps, followed by a boy holding a gong.

According to the custom in the village, when an elderly person in the family passes away, the family must go from street to street to announce the death on the same day. The first is to inform each household of the news, and the second is to prevent the soul from lingering in the human world and unwilling to go on the road, thus taking away the unaware relatives and friends.

Qi Jing pushed Qi Yi aside, took a look outside, and said, "Oh—that old man."

After saying that, he didn't care anymore and turned back into the house.

People from other courtyards also poked their heads out to look, then retracted their heads again.

Qi Yi stood at the door for a while, and Li Mancang and his father slowly walked over.

Li Mancang was wearing new cloth trousers that day, and the cuffs of his trousers were now covered in mud, but no one urged him to take them off and wash them.

The boy's face was covered with a mixture of mist and tears. When he saw Qi Yi, his lips trembled and his tears fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man's knees, legs, and forehead were all covered in mud, but he was still shouting the death proclamation loudly:

“Life is full of sufferings”

"My dear mother, she carries the carrying pole on her shoulders and on her back"

"I took care of the old and the young, but they died early in their lives"

"Mom, dear mother——"

"Don't look back at the Naihe Bridge"

"Don't look back when you are reincarnated—"