Heavy bleeding or infection... But since Grandma Qian is experienced, I don’t worry anymore."

She was not worried anymore. After hearing this, Miss Zhao began to worry. The more she thought about it, the worse her face became.

Zhao Ke, the initiator, said goodbye to her and took Zhao Yunyun to leave Zhao Ermai's house.

Zhao Yunyun asked her: "Are you here to take revenge? You really hold grudges."

Zhao Ke: "..."

I don't want to talk about amnesia.

·

It was late at night, and a thin old lady walked northward to the fork between the village path and the avenue.

She picked up a thin stick, drew a circle on the ground, then knelt outside the circle facing north, burning paper and praying: "Our ancestors bless my granddaughter Zhao Fangfang with a smooth delivery."

She even pulled a piece of paper and lit it, and Yang went out to kill the little ghost.

It is not enough for ancestors to bless me, so I said again: "Bless the gods, if my granddaughter Zhao Fangfang is safe, I will definitely come to fulfill my wish, and the gods will bless..."

"Miss wife, it is feudal superstition to pray to God and worship ancestors. You might as well believe in science than to do."

The second voice besides her in the middle of the night, Zhao Ermei stood up with her hair, and the old lady jumped up agilely, blurting out a string of swear words: "Who scares people, I'm half-buried old

Madam is not afraid of you!"

Zhao Ke and Zhao Feng squatted in place and looked up at her.

Madam Zhao saw their faces in the faint flames of burning paper. After a few seconds, she burst into even louder scolding: "You two dead cubs, you will scare me to death! I have to beat you to death today.

…”

"Miss wife, just a little bit, if someone hears you report your feudal superstition."

Mrs. Zhao's scolding suddenly got stuck in her throat, and after a while, she cursed: "What do you two want to do?"

Zhao Feng yawned, and he didn't know what to do. Zhao Ke asked him to come out and he came out.

Zhao Ke picked up the thin stick she threw away and stirred the paper to make the paper burn cleaner.

Then, she looked up and smiled and said, "Miss wife, I heard that worshiping gods and ancestors is resigned to fate. Do you do me a favor. I will spend money to send Sister Fang to the commune health center to give birth. How about it?"

"Are you so kind?"

But the temptation of not spending money is too great, so Mrs. Zhao asked again: "What are you busy with?"

Zhao Ke walked to her and told her in detail.

Zhao Feng eavesdrops with his ears on his ears, and the more he listens, the less he sleeps.

On the third day, the women under the old locust tree chatted and talked about Liu Guangzhi and Zheng Guangmei going to find the team leader and let the tree roots go to work.

Miss Zhao's face was mysterious and clear, and said, "Who is not unlucky if Liu Guangzhi and Zheng Guangmei are not unlucky?"

The other women looked at each other and asked her why she said that.

Zhao Ermao didn't say it, "Now I don't let feudal superstitions be allowed. I can't say it. What if I get reported?"

Aunt Dong said, "What are you reporting? Who hasn't been to the grave secretly during the Qingming Festival? My village still reports it. Don't let people stab the backbone?"

Others agree with it—

"Second Auntie, what are you doing to keep it? Let's talk."

"What can't be said?"

"That's right, just say it."

Miss Zhao said reluctantly: "Then you can't spread it to the outside."

The women all promised.

Then Madam Zhao looked at Aunt Dong, "Do you remember? Last time I went to your house to hold a wedding, and the tree roots were there."

Aunt Dong was a little taboo, "Zheng Guangmei said that maybe it was a bad luck brought by the roots of the tree."

Mrs. Zhao shook her head, "You guys, you're so young. I've never said that the tree roots are bad. I know why not?"

“Why?”

Miss Zhao mysteriously slowly said three words.

The women were surprised, "What? The villagers?!"
Chapter completed!