The donkey fell to the ground without any warning, thrashing, which shocked Yuan Xiaolou.
This donkey was bought when he met Hua Wuyou after the Battle of Shenshan Mountain. It has been living with Yuan Xiaolou for three months.
Yuan Xiaolou is kind-hearted and simple. She has already regarded the donkey as a companion and gave it a name, Xiao Hui.
Seeing Xiao Hui foaming at the mouth, Yuan Xiaolou immediately stepped forward to check.
Xiao Hui seemed to feel the care of his little master and tried hard to get up, but failed after several attempts.
After struggling a few times in the end, his body stopped moving.
Already breathed out.
Yuan Xiaolou squatted down and touched Xiao Hui's head, crying: "Grandpa! Grandpa! It's not good! Xiao Hui is dead! Xiao Hui is dead!"
The old storyteller slipped back with his hands behind his back, glanced at Xiao Hui's dead state, and then turned to look around.
He said: "The three yins are gathered together here, and the yin energy is extremely strong. Xiao Hui died suddenly because of the yin energy entering his body.
Stop crying! Isn’t it just a donkey?
Grandpa will buy you another one tomorrow!"
Yuan Xiaolou was still crying.
She had already developed a relationship with Xiao Hui, and she asked her grandpa to save Xiao Hui no matter what. She also said that if grandpa could resurrect her soul back then, he would definitely be able to resurrect Xiao Hui's soul as well.
The old storyteller laughed angrily and said: "You asked grandpa to use the magic of resurrecting an old donkey that is not worth ten taels of silver?
Who are you as a grandfather?
Girl, haven't you been yelling at Xiao Hui all day long for being disobedient, being too lazy to do anything, taking one step at a time and resting for three steps, and threatening to kill it countless times and eat its donkey meat and burn it on fire?
Now you finally got your wish! Tomorrow grandpa will chop Xiao Hui into pieces, just in time for the tooth ceremony!"
Yuan Xiaolou held back tears, opened his hands, and shouted: "Grandpa, I don't allow you to eat Xiao Hui! He is my good friend and must be buried properly!"
The old storyteller rolled his eyes and said, "Then dig a hole and bury it yourself."
With that said, he ignored the donkey, which had long since died, and turned around and walked towards the main hall of the house.
Rice Tong came over, pulled Xiao Hui's body a few times with his big bear paw, roared twice, shook his big butt and left.
Yuan Xiaolou was extremely sad and was about to find a feng shui treasure to bury Xiao Hui.
Suddenly, she thought of something again and shouted: "Grandpa, the yin energy here is so strong, will everything be okay?"
The old storyteller didn't even look back, he just waved his hand and said: "Even though this bear is called a cooking bucket, its abilities are definitely not comparable to that of your donkey.
Don’t worry, even if the Yin Qi here is a hundred times stronger, it won’t hurt Feng Tong.”
After hearing this, Yuan Xiaolou felt relieved.
She cleared a small open space in the corner of the yard and moved the coffin fragments on the ground and the human skeletons of seven or eight bodies to one side.
Yuan Xiaolou took out a small hoe from his storage bag.
This was the hoe she used to plant flowers when she lived in seclusion in Lantian County. It was not big.
She really planned to dig a hole herself and bury Xiao Hui.
However, the ground in this yard is very strange. The upper layer is soft black soil, which is easy to dig up.
But when you go down a foot, there are many large and small black rocks in the soil, which are impossible to dig with a small hoe.
The old storyteller spent a stick of incense walking around this former marquis mansion.
The large courtyard with three entrances and exits, the corridor, the backyard, and the garden were filled with coffins.
There are also many coffins piled inside the twenty or thirty houses.
The coffins inside the house are not as severely corroded by time as the coffins placed outside. They are protected from the sun and rain, and most of the coffins inside the house are still intact.
The expression of the old storyteller was a little solemn.
He roughly counted and found that there were more than 800 coffins stored in this charity village.
In other words, more than 800 corpses were piled here.
The officials in the imperial court are really reckless. This is Changlefang in Tianshui City. Although Tianshui City is not as big and prosperous as Xifeng City, its permanent population exceeds 500,000. Even now, all the men are conquered by the imperial court.
Even if there are corvees, there are at least 300,000 women and children here.
With so many corpses piled up in a corner of the downtown area, there is no fear of contracting the plague?
However, he had never heard of the plague in Tianshui City in recent years.
The old storyteller thought this was strange.
He came to the front yard again, and Yuan Xiaolou was still working hard on Xiao Hui's luxurious mausoleum.
Her efforts didn't seem to be well rewarded. So far, she had only dug a small hole, which was far from enough to fit the entire donkey in.
When she saw her grandfather coming over, she didn't know whether to wipe the sweat from her face or wipe her tears.
He said aggrievedly: "Grandpa, the ground here is so difficult to dig! It's full of rocks and bones! I don't know how many things are buried in the ground."
The old storyteller frowned, walked over, reached out and grabbed a handful of soil dug out of Yuan Xiaolou.
There are grass roots and gravel in the soil.
There are also some bones.
These bones are very small and definitely not human bones.
The old storyteller's expression darkened slightly, and he grabbed a few more handfuls of soil, and indeed found many small skeletons.
He murmured: "Cat bone!"
Then he looked around, his cloudy eyes flashing with a faint luster.
It seems that the layout here has been seen through.
Yuan Xiaolou stretched his head and looked at the small bones in the old storyteller's hand.
He said: "Grandpa, why are there cat bones in the ground here?"
The old storyteller threw away the cat bones and said: "Cats have the strongest Yin Qi among animals. Some people in ghosts and witchcraft will use cat bones to set up magic circles to gather Yin Qi.
No wonder there are nearly a thousand coffins stored here, but it has not affected the lives of the people in Tianshui City at all.
An expert has set up a spirit-gathering array here to trap all the Yin Qi in this courtyard."
Yuan Xiaolou said: "Then this person is quite kind. If he hadn't gathered the Yin Qi, it is estimated that the people in this five-mile radius would have been like Xiao Hui when the Yin Qi entered their bodies and died suddenly!"
The old storyteller said calmly: "I hope the person who set up the spirit-gathering circle here is thinking about the people."
Yuan Xiaolou was puzzled and said: "Grandpa, what do you mean? Isn't that person trying to save people?"
The old storyteller shook his head and said: "Grandpa can't explain it, he always feels like something is wrong.
Girl, backfill the soil you dug out. There are cat bones underneath, so Xiao Hui cannot be buried here."
Yuan Xiaolou also felt that it would be difficult to build a luxurious mausoleum for Xiao Hui here.
Then he nodded and said: "Where is the little ashes buried?
You can't just carry it out of the city and bury it."
The old storyteller laughed and said, "Then eat it. It will save us and our grandson half a month's worth of food."
He originally thought that Yuan Xiaolou would come back angrily.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Xiaolou nodded seriously and said: "That can only be like this.
We use half of it for barbecue and half of it for making donkey meat..." The old storyteller choked and shook his head with a wry smile.