It's so cold. Zheng Shaopeng woke up. After this reincarnation, his memories of his previous life became even more shallow. The memories of his eight reincarnations in a year mixed with his previous experiences, causing him to be unable to distinguish which of his experiences were from his previous life and which of his experiences after reincarnation. All of his memories were like clouds floating in the sky, faintly discernible and untouchable, like an absurd dream.
Ox-Head and Horse-Face hurriedly brought me here as if I was the plague. I don't know what era this is, but since they said they wanted to possess me in a noble's body, then the person I possessed should be a noble.
But where is this? It's so dark and so cold. Zheng Shaopeng weakly reached out his hand to feel around. His body was covered with a thin layer of quilt. It should be winter, the air was cold.
Zheng Shaopeng was trying to figure out where he was when he suddenly heard three crisp sounds of a bamboo clapper. Then, someone shouted, "A guest has arrived … Aiyo, Old Master Yang, why are you here too? Yang Xiucai is your junior, I don't deserve this."
Zheng Shaopeng composed himself, "Old Master Yang? What kind of address is this? It's so noisy at the side, yet I can't see anything. Oh my god … I … I … I didn't reincarnate into a blind prince, did I? "
An old voice coughed a few times and said, "Hey, Sixth Brother's branch is finished. How can I not come over to take a look? Ling 'er is a rare person in our Yang Family. My brother only had a son when he was 54 years old. He's only 17 years old, and he's already the youngest scholar in the Xuan Prefecture. I was counting on him to bring glory to our Yang Family, but unfortunately … sigh! "
Faintly, there was the sound of a woman crying. Zheng Shaopeng was a little confused. What was going on? Although he had never been to the ancient times, from the tone, it didn't sound like he was from a noble family.
It was pitch black in front of him. He anxiously tried to stand up, but the body he had just attached to was still recovering. The blood in his frozen limbs had just begun to circulate, so he didn't have the strength to stand up for a while. Fortunately, he had experienced this many times. Every time a magpie took over a dove's nest, reincarnated and began to take control of the body, so he patiently lay there to accumulate his strength.
The loud voice shouted again, "Old Master, please sit here. Friends and relatives have come to greet you!"
In an instant, the house that was quiet just now was like a landslide and a tsunami. Zheng Shaopeng was shocked. The house was quiet just now, and there seemed to be only two or three people. At this time, there was a burst of wailing of men and women. Zheng Shaopeng then realized that there were so many people in the house. In the past few reincarnations, it was also when the family was crying, but it was never so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. Zheng Shaopeng moved his eyes. Although he couldn't see anything, his intuition told him that there would be nothing wrong with his eyes. He felt a little relieved.
He could only hear those people crying and shouting things like "Big brother, you're so young, you've passed away so early" or "Brother Ling, why did you die so early". He didn't know which relatives they were unrelated to.
Zheng Shaopeng wanted to laugh when he heard it. It wasn't the first or second time that they really cried or pretended to cry. However, in modern times, they were more restrained. Now, hearing them crying as they wished, it was as if they were singing an opera. It was really funny.
The loud voice shouted again, "The guests have finished their greeting. Relatives should return the greeting!" With this shout, the messy crying stopped abruptly. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop on the ground. He really couldn't guess how they were so well-trained.
Then, a mournful female voice was heard saying softly, "The widow, Madam Yang Han, thanks the Old Master, and thanks all my relatives and friends."
The Undead? Zheng Shaopeng's forehead tightened. I think these people are crying for me. This is great, even my wife has been married to me. But … why is it pitch black? There's no reason to mourn in darkness. He suddenly thought of something and quickly stretched out his hands to feel around.
His hands and feet, which could just move, were still weak and powerless. However, when his fingers touched the things around him, he already understood in his heart. It turned out that he had been placed in the coffin. God, wouldn't he be buried alive in a while? Zheng Shaopeng became anxious, but he was weak now and there was nothing he could do.
Then, he heard the loud voice say again, "Dear relatives and friends, send your condolences to the coffin!" As soon as he finished speaking, the ghostly wailing and wolf howling sounded again. This time, the sound was closer. It must be those people who had gathered in front of the coffin to cry.
Zheng Shaopeng took this opportunity to raise his hand and knock on the coffin with difficulty. Unfortunately, his hands and feet were still a little stiff. After knocking twice, he felt extremely painful. How could the weak sound suppress those who were competing to see who was crying harder? He had to stop his hand helplessly.
At this time the loud voice called out again, "Our family thanks you once again. My condolences to all my relatives and friends. The words have been spoken, the gift has been delivered, the gift has been delivered!" Like the most brilliant conductor, as soon as his voice fell, the crying immediately stopped.
There was another noise outside, and then the old voice said, "Yang Han Clan, your in-laws passed away early. Now Ling 'er has also gone to the underworld to accompany them, leaving you alone. What's your plan?"
He heard a girl's low voice say, "Uncle, Young-niang has entered the Yang Family, so she is the daughter-in-law of the Yang Family. My husband's illness, although the family is poor, fortunately we still have four mu of farmland. Young-niang will guard the family well. Even if it's a little hard, we can still get through it."
Old Master Yang coughed twice and said, "Young-niang, you are still young and it's not easy for you to support the family alone. Now you are a member of the Yang Family. Our Yang Family is also considered a big clan in this area. We can't let you spend your days hard and let others laugh at us.
I have discussed with some elders in the clan and want to give your four mu of farmland to Quan 'er to cultivate. Quan' er's family will be responsible for your three meals a day. You are a woman and can be considered his sister-in-law. It's reasonable for you to let him cultivate the farmland and you will also have to worry about food and clothing. What do you think? "
Well, it's another scene of fighting over inheritance. Zheng Shaopeng thought gloomily, "They are all saying it in such a dignified manner. How can this kind of thing happen in the past and present? It's just that we have just come to pay our respects and he has already shed all pretenses. This uncle is really too impatient. "
It was quiet outside for a while before Young-niang said, "Uncle's good intentions, Young-niang appreciates it. Young-niang's life is unlucky. My husband passed away early and did not leave behind any incense. Although Young-niang is the daughter of an ordinary family, I have read the 'Teachings for Women' since young and know the principle of being a wife and being faithful to one man until death.
I am a member of the Yang Family in life and a ghost of the Yang Family in death. Although I am the only one left in the family now, this line is not considered to have ended. Uncle Yang Quan and my husband were not born of the same mother. Even with you, Uncle, you have long separated from the family. Isn't it inappropriate to hand over the farmland passed down by your in-laws to him? "
This woman's words were gentle but firm. She reminded him not to think that she was too young to be a widow and would sell off the ancestral property if she could not support herself. She also hinted that he was planning for his son and was robbing his cousin's property.
Old Master Yang's face turned red when she saw through his thoughts. He could not hold it in any longer. He had four sons, but only his third son, Yang Quan, did not do a proper job. He ate, drank, and gambled, squandering the farmland that was given to him.
Although the old man hated him for not living up to expectations, he could not bear to see his own son in poverty. That was why he shamelessly came to make this request, hoping that once his son obtained the farmland, he would be able to turn over a new leaf and start a new life. He did not expect that although this girl was young, she had her own ideas and actually rejected him.
What he did not know was that his son actually had an ulterior motive in asking him to make this request to the Yang Han Clan. Yang Quan ate, drank, and gambled. Everyone in the village knew that he had squandered the family property. Ever since the year before last, when the Tartars raided the village and killed his wife, he had not been able to find a wife. He was in his early forties, but he was still a bachelor.
His cousin, Yang Ling, who was also the scholar that Zheng Shaopeng had possessed, had just married the Yang Han Clan. Her real name was Han Youniang, and she was a famous beauty. People say that beautiful birds are bred deep in the mountains, and beautiful women are born in wooden huts. This was not a lie at all.
Yang Ling had arranged the wedding while he was sick. He wanted to use the wedding to boost his happiness. In the end, he did not even have the time to remove his wife's veil before his illness worsened and he was bedridden. Yang Quan used visiting his brothers as an excuse to flirt with them many times. In the end, he was chased out by Han Youniang.
If this sister-in-law was not the daughter of the king of hunters and was skilled in martial arts, he would have used force against her.
He thought it would not be difficult for him to take away her land and control her means of living, and in time to have control over her body and mind, a poor widow of only fifteen years of age.
Yang Quan was standing at the side, staring greedily at his sister-in-law, who was dressed in mourning clothes and looked very charming. When he heard that her words actually made his father choke back his words, his rascally temper suddenly flared up. He could not help but jump out and said, "Han Youniang, you are so young, what do you rely on to support this family? My father is doing this with good intentions. If you can't live on, don't do anything that will bring shame to our Yang Family. "
Although Han Youniang was young, she was very staunch. When she heard this, she flicked her sleeves and stood up. She raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "Your servant is well-educated and polite. Since entering the Yang Family, I have been serving my husband day in and day out. How have I lost my virtue? The Yang Family is big. Even if there are two or three unfilial descendants, they will not come from my family! "
When Yang Quan heard her mocking him, he could not help but become angry and scolded, "You little b * tch, brother Ling is the only person in the Yang Family who passed the imperial examinations. The Yang Family relies on brother Ling to bring glory to our ancestors. If it was not for you cursing him to death, he was young and had always been healthy. How could he die just like that?"
To say that a woman cursed her husband to death was a crime that could not be defended or accepted. Han Youniang had a staunch character. When she was provoked by this scoundrel's soft knife, she was so angry that her whole body trembled. Shifting her gaze, she saw that her husband's family was small to begin with. The people present were all direct relatives of her uncle's family. All of them had strange expressions on their faces, and their cold and hateful gazes were like needles stabbing into her heart.
Grievances, sadness and anger welled up in her heart. She had married a husband. From the first time she saw him, he was lying on the bed waiting for death. Although she did not have any feelings for him, she had not even taken off her wedding dress. She had been busy looking for a doctor, buying medicine, selling off her family's assets to treat her husband's illness. She had been taking care of him without taking off her wedding dress.
She was so unfortunate. At such a young age, she was going to be a widow for the rest of her life. She did not expect that before her husband's body had even turned cold, his family members would come to steal the family's assets. They even put such a stain on her head. She was alone and weak. How could she continue living in this big family?
In a moment of sadness, Han Youniang could not help but cry out, "Good! Good! Good! Qian Yulian threw herself into the river to preserve her chastity, leaving her name in history. I, Han Youniang, do not cherish this body. I will follow my husband now, so that I won't have to bear the anger of a vile person like you. "
After saying this, the young girl turned around and was about to bang her head on her husband's coffin. Old Master Yang was shocked. This Han Youniang's father was a skilled martial artist. Everyone in the surrounding villages knew about him. Today, her husband had just died. It was already unjust for her to come and steal the family's assets. If she was forced to bang her head on the coffin and die, when this news got out, not only would the villagers criticize her, would her father be willing to let it go?
He hurriedly stood up from his chair and shouted, "Quick, quickly stop her!"
But Han Youniang's movements were nimble and she moved as soon as she shouted. It was too late for anyone to stop her. She had already rushed to the coffin and was about to bang her head on the coffin.
At this moment, she suddenly stopped in her tracks and stared at the coffin with her eyes wide open in shock. This thin coffin did not have a lid nailed on so that people could pay their respects. Now, the lid actually moved to the side and four pale white fingers reached out and touched the coffin.
Seeing this strange scene, Han Youniang couldn't help but take a step back in shock. Seeing her actions, everyone looked towards the coffin. Immediately, two aunties cried out, "The corpse exploded!" They turned around and ran away.
Although those men didn't run away, they were all trembling with fear and gathered together. Han Youniang was a little braver. Thinking that it was her husband inside, even if he exploded the corpse, he probably wouldn't hurt her. Could it be that he saw her being bullied and returned from the netherworld?
She suppressed the fear in her heart and carefully moved forward. She pushed open the coffin lid and saw her husband kneeling in the coffin, gasping for breath. Because it was cold, his breath was accompanied by white mist. Seeing this, Han Youniang couldn't help but be ecstatic, "How can a dead person breathe out? God has mercy, he … he's actually alive. "
Zheng Shaopeng used all his strength to push open the coffin lid with great difficulty. He was kneeling inside and gasping for breath. Suddenly his eyes brightened and he squinted his eyes. It took him a long time to adjust to it. He looked up at the poor widow who was bullied and came to his door. He really could not associate her with a married woman. This was clearly a girl who had not grown up yet.
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