Bailuyuan once again fell into a devastating disaster.
An unprecedented plague spread in all the villages, large and small, like floods over the fields of lush green rivers, like dark clouds filling the blue sky, without any shelter or defense, all the people in the villages
, men and women, old people and children, poor and rich, all trembled in this irresistible catastrophe.
There are different opinions on when the plague spread to which village in Bailuyuan, and who was the first person killed. However, the first person devoured by the plague in Bailu Village was Lu San’s woman Lu Huishi. Lu Huishi vomited first.
, and then she had diarrhea again; she didn't care when she vomited, but didn't care much when she had diarrhea. This was a common discomfort in summer, and she would be fine after a few days of resistance for two days; until her legs were so weak that she couldn't hold herself up, and she lay down.
She kept moaning on the kang, and when Lu San pushed her into Mr. Leng's traditional Chinese medicine hall with a wheelbarrow and a quilt, she still didn't pay much attention, but this time he pulled a little harder. A good man can't resist San Shi.
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Mr. Leng didn't pay much attention to what Lu Huishi and Lu San said. He even said a joke to Lu San before taking off the copper cap of his brush and dipping it in ink to write a prescription: "Have you ever heard of what this disease is called? Put it on both ends."
"Hua" Lu San noticed Mr. Leng's flirtatious tone and felt completely at ease. Mr. Leng smoothed the tip of his pen in the ink cartridge, then wrote the prescription in one breath on the hemp paper, and gave it to Lu San to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine.
When Lu San helped the woman out, Mr. Leng added another instruction: "Get some raw persimmons, burn them and eat them a few times." When Lu San returned home, he borrowed a casserole and found three bricks to prop them up on the steps outside the mansion.
Next, tear off a cage of wheat straw, pour a packet of Chinese medicine into the casserole, add water, put it on the bricks and light the wheat straw to simmer. The dry tablets and medicinal noodles gradually swell after being soaked in water, and the clear water gradually turns yellow and turns into soil.
Red, then turned purple-black; a bitter smell of Chinese herbal medicine filled the small courtyard. The youngest son Tuwa secretly picked off two bags of green persimmons, pierced their eyes with a thin bamboo stick, and stuffed them into the path between three bricks.
The green persimmon was simmering; white juice flowed out from the pierced eyes of the green persimmon, which was filled with bubbles and squeaked. The green skin quickly turned yellow and burnt black. Lu Huishi lay on the kang, looking through the open door
Xiawumen looked at the scene of the father and son squatting in front of the wheat straw fire and concentrating on each other, and a terrible phantom suddenly appeared in his heart. If he died, the father and son would burn a pot and light the stove. Lu San used a chopstick.
He blocked the medicinal residue in the casserole, poured the soup into a small earth-yellow bowl, and served it to the woman to drink when it was warm. As soon as he turned around, he heard a loud noise, and Lu Huishi straightened his neck and trembled all over.
He spat out the soup he had just drank. The rabbit child handed the cooked and softened persimmon with the charred skin peeled off to his mother. Deer Huishi ate one and then spit it out, so he had to stroke the fur on his son's head and put it down.
The persimmons were eaten. For three days and six days, the three doses of Chinese medicine all hit Lu Hui's stomach, and then spurted out to the ground like a rebound. The whole room was filled with a strong smell of Chinese medicine from morning to night.
There was a bitter smell. Lu San picked up the woman who was already a little lighter and put it on the wheelbarrow. The bright skylight outside suddenly illuminated the bright green color on Lu Hueishi's face, and an ominous dark shadow suddenly passed through his heart. Mr. Leng pinched it with his fingers.
He checked her pulse, looked at Lu Huishi's face, and gestured to Lu San to lift up her back. He pierced her spine with a large steel needle, and a stream of black and purple sticky liquid slowly poured out.
Blood. He looked at it, wiped off the mucus on the steel needle with hemp paper, wrote a prescription, and said to Lu San: "If you don't look back after taking these three medicines, let's prepare for the funeral."
Lu Huishi could no longer vomit or pass anything, and her belly was completely empty. When she pressed her belly with her hands, her fingers could clearly touch the garlic-like joints on her spine. A green color kept flowing out of her mouth.
The mucus kept vomiting towards the feet and the floor until the cheeks were numb and the lips were incontinent. Green mucus flowed from the corners of the mouth and soaked the chest. On the seventh day of the disease, Lu Hui made a cry and said she was
He couldn't see anything anymore. Lu San grabbed her hands that were stretched out in the air and looked at the two sunken eye sockets. His heart was twisted, and he held her hands for a long time until the cold
The fingers were warm in his hand. She tilted her head feebly and rested her head on the rolled-up tattered cotton pants and calmed down. The two of them stayed in silence for a long time and accepted the disaster inflicted on them by the ghosts and gods in the underworld.
After midnight, Lu Huishi miraculously sat up, groping in the dark with his fingers to comb his messy hair. Lu San hurriedly lit the oil lamp, and asked with luck: "Are you feeling better?" Lu Huishi said.
He turned his head and did not answer his question. He stared at his blind eyes and asked calmly: "It was you who stabbed Heiwa's wife to death." Lu San was shocked and stayed on the kang. Lu Huishi didn't wait for him to answer, and continued
Said: "You poked it with the tip of the spear, it was from the back of the heart." Her affirmative tone and calm demeanor prevented him from making up a lie. He just asked: "When did you hear who did it?"
You said it." Lu Huishi's hands stopped combing her hair and stayed on the braid on the back of her head: "Xiao'e just told me. She let me see the bloody hole in the back of her heart." There seemed to be chaos in the room.
A sound stirred up a dark wind, and the flame of the clear oil lamp flickered violently twice and almost went out. Finally, it straightened out and burned quietly. Lu San's hair stood up straight, and his whole body tightened, like a basin of cold water flowing down it.
His spine fell down. Lu Huishi slumped down and held Zhuan'er's arms, leaning back and falling. Lu San hurriedly stretched out his stiff arms to hug the woman. Lu Huishi looked up at his chest and mumbled.
Said: "How could you be so cruel as to kill our baby's wife..."
After Lu Huisi fell down, he washed his face and wiped his body with the help of the women in the neighborhood, and put on his shroud. The three shrouds with cotton inside and outside were made by Lu San after listening to Mr. Leng's advice.
After giving the advice, he carried the woman on his back and sold the grain, pulled off the cloth and asked the women of the clan to sew it. The next day, people went to the relatives' homes to report the funeral. At noon that day, the burial was carried out. One by one, men and women in white and mourning were entering the White Deer.
The coffin was made of a very thin poplar board called Twelve Yuan, which Lu San had prepared for himself. According to past and actual experience, men in the original land lived shorter than women.
.In the year that just passed, Lu San came back from carrying grain in the mountains. He gritted his teeth and used a bucket of grain to replace the panels of this coffin in Bailu Town. Now he laments the original plan even more. Lu San is busy with funerals.
All the large and small matters, such as digging graves, scouring for grain and grinding flour, buying wax, incense, paper, vegetables, etc., there was not even a chance to kneel before the coffin and cry bitterly, until the coffin bearer grabbed the cypress silver with an ax in his hand.
When the nails were about to be nailed to the coffin lid, he was grabbed by the arms by the two stronger brothers of the clan and pushed to the coffin, asking him to look at her again and say a permanent farewell; for fear that the survivor would lose his mind and even throw himself into the coffin.
The coffin goes to the underworld with the deceased, so a man or a woman usually carries the immediate family members of the deceased to hold this farewell ceremony. Lu Sangang walked to the open coffin and saw a glowing green light on Lu Huishi's face, and the lines on his spine
It's like pouring a stream of cold water on her. Before she could cry out, the lid was closed with a bang.
The Lu San people were so popular that almost all the adult women in Bailu Village came together to this yard with only broken earth walls less than two days before the coffin was released, and cried in front of the coffin table under the temporary mat shed.
; Almost all adult men participated in the burial ceremony: young and strong young men carried the coffin, and the rest of the men who could not carry their hands carried shovels to the burial; after the burial, everyone gathered in the courtyard to eat white rice. Although
There were no musicians or loudspeakers, but the villagers unanimously praised Lu San for being able to achieve this level. That night, Lu San returned to Bai Jiaxuan's house and said to the owner: "Now... I have to go back and leave the rabbit alone."
It's not working in the house." Bai Jiaxuan had already expected: "Ask the rabbit baby to come over, live here, eat here, and do whatever work you can." Lu San said: "This...
My father and I both rely on you to support us...it's not easy." Bai Jiaxuan said angrily: "Third brother, why do you say such things? You are eating what you have earned so hard. How can I be the one who supports you and your son?" Lu
When San was still hesitant, Bai Jiaxuan said passionately: "How can you bear it now that you are alone in the house when you go back... I can't stand it even if you leave..." Lu San and his son stayed at Bai's house.
Only three days after Lu Hui settled on the soil, a middle-aged man at the east end of Bailu Village and an elderly woman at the west end broke out in vomiting and diarrhea almost simultaneously. The only difference was that the man at the east end "put flowers on both ends" while the west end
The woman just had loose stools and "put flowers on one end". The two of them were pushed into Mr. Leng's traditional Chinese medicine hall by their family members in a wheelbarrow at almost the same time. Only then were they surprised to find many mats parked inside and outside the door of the traditional Chinese medicine hall and under the shade of the locust tree.
There was a wheelbarrow covered with quilts. They came from villages near and far in Bailuyuan. They all suffered from the strange disease of having flowers on one or both ends. Mr. Leng's courtyard showed a bustling atmosphere. This middle-aged man and an old woman
After going through exactly the same treatment and development process as Deer Wyeth, he died quickly; he also lost his eyes first, then held his breath, and his face showed a frightening fluorescent green color. In the few days before these two people were buried,
Here, another unmarried young man in Bailu Village started to plant flowers. The scope of the disease suddenly expanded from middle-aged and elderly people to teenagers. No one dared to take any chances anymore, and the whole village fell into terror. Lu Hui died in a fashion
The entire village of men and women mourned the funeral with enthusiasm and sincerity. Later, the solemn and lingering traditional nostalgia was no longer reproduced. Until later, it was impossible to organize a funeral ceremony, so the host family had to call in a few relatives from the same clan.
People hastily dress the deceased, hastily dig a pit, hastily carry it and bury it. The death of anyone cannot cause too much shock and too much sorrow, just like the death of a person during the epidemic of chicken plague, swine fever and rinderpest.
A chicken, a pig and a cow only added to the terrifying atmosphere. Mr. Leng's traditional Chinese medicine hall was bustling for a while and then fell into neglect. The prescriptions he prescribed could not even save the life of a single patient, so he had to sigh: "
No matter how good the medicine for relapse syndrome is, you will vomit after drinking it... If the soup doesn't come in, it's hard for the gods to stretch... You can't stretch it anymore." So, incense suddenly flourished in every village on the plain, and all the temples in all villages were dancing with incense sticks mounted on wax paper.
Flames and paper ashes flying everywhere. In the Sanguan Temple, where incense is most popular, the clay statues of Guanyin, Guan Gong and Yaowang are covered with red and yellow silks donated by the prayers. Every day, the monks peel off one layer and then put on another layer.
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The first family to die in Bailu Village appeared in Bailu Village, making the atmosphere of terror even more intense. This was a family of six members with the surname Bai. The last person to die was the head of the family. She and her old grandfather
After burying her husband, she and her mute brother buried the old grandfather, and then buried their betrothed daughter, and then buried their youngest son. Finally, she alone organized and invited brothers from her own clan to build a tomb for her mute brother.
On the night when Bi's mute brother was buried, she lay alone on the hot bed in the empty house, exhausted and speechless. She did not wake up after dawn the next day... People were surprised to find that people can't get sick from any disease.
Those who can die. What people are quietly calculating is no longer which family has died, but which family has not. The number of intact families where no one has died is shrinking day by day, down to only Lu Zilin and Bai Jiaxuan.
When we were at home, people couldn't help but whisper whether it was the wealthy people with strong ancestral roots who had a prosperous family, so why did the God of Plague find it difficult to get in? Or was it that the God of Plague also protected wealthy families until Bai Jiaxuan's female fairy grass began to bloom at both ends? These are not unreasonable.