GBP Chapter 252
Chapter 252
[The mayor of Huixi Town is an old man over 280 years old!
I've never met anyone who lived so long.
He is also a very powerful alien!
He saw through me right away and lamented that my talents and abilities seemed to be somewhat unsatisfactory...
Despite this, he was still quite enthusiastic about my arrival, but when he asked about my identity, his enthusiasm froze.
He was as cold as the icicles on the eaves in late winter that were about to melt. His harsh words kept falling down like the icicles, as if they wanted to smash me to death.
Then he asked me why I was willing to be a slave to others.
After a while, he asked me, since I am an extraordinary person, why don’t I choose a wise leader?
Do I need to choose a master just to do some odd jobs?
He asked me why I did odd jobs?
Is he getting senile? If I just sit there doing nothing, will rice fall from the sky?
He said that I was willing to fall into depravity, and that strange people were immortals banished from the human world and should accept the world's offerings. They should either sit high on the shrine and bless the people, or retire to the mountains and forests to seek immortals and ask for the way, or choose a wise master and obtain the royal power and wealth. In any case, they should not be as mediocre as I am.
He asked me if I didn't feel ashamed when I was ordered around by those mortals.
I said it was okay, and Mortal paid me.
He was filled with grief and cursed, saying, it was just a few dollars, and you were asked to sell your divinity.
I can see that he is not an old fool, he is a crazy old man.
A good person shouldn't get involved with a madman, let alone a madman of such an old age, so I asked him what he chose.
He said that he couldn't let go of the people of the world, so naturally he chose Fuyou.
I looked out the window at the people wearing rags but building a house for him and couldn't agree with it.
As he was speaking, someone came to report that there was a woman outside the door holding a swaddled baby, asking for his blessing, hoping that the seriously ill child would get better.
He said he wanted to see if the woman was sincere.
When I left, I saw the woman working desperately, carrying a basket of bricks on her back. The child was placed in a basket. Someone didn't pay attention and threw a brick in... The sobbing child stopped crying.
The woman tied the child in front of her and continued to work, repeating to herself: "Sincere heart can bring good luck!"
—October 23, the ninth year of Tianji, at 3:30 pm.
The child found the boy under the guidance of the mayor's servant.
His name was Qiu Xin, and he is dead.
Yes, the first time the child dreamed of him was on October 20th, three days had passed, not counting the time they had been apart.
How can a person who has his tongue cut off and is bleeding profusely survive?
Anyway, that mouth full of wood ash is useless.
His grandfather said, "Retribution... This is retribution for disrespecting God..."
The child didn't understand: "What kind of god would cut off people's tongues? Is it... the mayor?"
His grandfather didn't answer and kept muttering.
Why is it so difficult for this grandfather and grandson to talk?
The child couldn't get anything out of the question, and she knew in her heart that it was useless to ask, so she put down the money in her hand and quietly retreated.
The mayor's servants had left long ago. The child looked around the yard but couldn't find Qiu Xin's ghost.
But he clearly wanted to say something.
Why not?
She should have come earlier.
Or... she shouldn't have given him money at all, she shouldn't have gone out that day!
There was nothing wrong with what Aunt Yu said, she just shouldn't have caused trouble.
I know it myself, why do I still...
The child was a little confused. Looking back, it seemed like wherever she went, something bad would happen...
Could she... really be a disaster?
Did she bring disaster, or was this Qiu Xin's fate?
The child was in a state of utter dismay after leaving. She dreamed of Qiu Xin again at night, but this time there were no mumblings. He was holding a pile of gold and silver ingots, wearing a fairly neat old set of clothes, and standing at an intersection looking at her.
Child:……
"You--" The child opened her mouth dryly, with many words lingering in her mind. Now that she met the real person, she didn't know what to say.
Qiu Xin turned sideways, raised his left hand, and pointed deep into the alley.
The child looked at him with complicated eyes: "You don't want to take me away, do you? I'm not guilty of this, am I?"
Qiu Xin said nothing, just raised his hand, his eyes seemed even emptier than a few days ago.
The child hesitantly walked in the direction he pointed.
The further they walked, the darker it got. The child even wanted to turn back, but an indescribable feeling in her heart urged her to move forward.
Finally, she arrived.
He walked to the door of a house and raised his hand to knock on the door hard.
"Open the door!" the child heard himself shouting inside, "Zheng! Open the door for me! Open the door quickly!"
The sturdy door was banged on by the children, and the rapid sound was annoying.
A voice came lazily from inside: "Who is it? Who is asking for death here to announce a death?"
A sloppy man opened the door, and the child immediately put his hands on his hips and said, "Your grandpa!"
"Hey! Who are you calling your grandfather, little Qiu? You were nothing when I was born, yet you come here and act like an elder to me? Do you want a beating?" The man with a fierce face glared at the child, raised his fist, grabbed the child's clothes and pulled her in front of him, pretending to hit her.
At first glance, he doesn't look like a good person.
The child wanted to take the initiative, but her hands were too weak. She tried to bend him for a long time but couldn't move him at all. She must be a little scared. She stuttered a little when she spoke, but her voice was still quite loud:
"You, hit me! If I even blink, I'll be your grandson from now on!"
The fist came down suddenly, and the wind it brought hit his face. The child stared at it with wide eyes, without blinking or even turning his head.
How stupid!
This will definitely flatten my nose!
The child's heart was beating like a drum, but his fist stopped.
The man surnamed Zheng laughed heartily. "Good boy, you're quite bold. You have the demeanor of your father back then. Tell me, what do you want from me?"
He let go of her hand and helped pull up her clothes.
The child felt relieved.
But her tone didn't relax at all. She flung his hand away, took a step back, and pointed at his nose, saying, "Is my father, Zheng, your brother?!"
"What are you talking about? Your father is my eldest brother, how can he not be my brother!" said the man surnamed Zheng unhappily.
The child continued to ask: "Since my father is your eldest brother, then am I your nephew?"
"Of course. I treat you as my own nephew. Have I not taken good care of you, little brat, on a daily basis?" The man surnamed Zheng said angrily.
The child angrily said, "Don't talk about everyday things. I just want to ask you, since you treat my father as your brother and me as your nephew, you are my family. How can you collude with outsiders to deceive my grandfather?"
Zheng also said angrily: "Nonsense, when have I ever lied to your grandfather?"
"Of course there is no silver note. You are the one who tricked my grandfather out of it! Don't think I don't know. There is no silver note worth 367 taels!" The child roared at the top of his lungs.
"Ah...um, how did you know that?"
Zheng's tone suddenly became calm.
It's like being caught red-handed after doing something bad, and having no way to deny it, so you just admit it calmly.
"Don't make a fuss here. You'll disturb the mayor. Come in with me and talk."