Chapter 1 Proposal
August 21, 1991, was a day that made me suffer all my life.
That was the day I was born, and it was also the death anniversary of my parents and eighteen villagers.
I was born in a remote mountain village in northern Henan. Although it is a remote and remote place, it is still in the Central Plains area. With the blessing of my ancestors, treasures are often dug out of the ground, and the lives of the villagers are considered nourishing.
That day my father mysteriously summoned more than a dozen villagers and said that he had discovered a deep cave at the bottom of Shetou Mountain more than ten miles away. It looks like a mine, and you can vaguely see some old machines inside.
Regardless of whether it was a large tomb or a mine, it was worth exploring, so the group of people set off quickly. Just a few hours after they entered the mine, there was a violent explosion in the cave, and soon Half the mountain collapsed.
Nineteen people, including my father, were buried at the bottom of the mountain. Even their bodies were not found. In the end, each family dug out some mountain soil and shaped them into human figures for burial.
Since the things done in the village were not brought to light, they were not reported to the official in the end. However, the victims' families directly pointed the finger at my family. They said it was my father who killed them. relatives.
What's more, they said that my father deliberately dragged those people to be buried with him. They said that my family knew Feng Shui and wanted to use the lives of the villagers to change the fate of my old Zhao family and exchange for prosperity in future generations.
Our Zhao family does know some Feng Shui mysticism, which has been passed down from generation to generation. Weddings and weddings in eight villages in ten miles, yangzhai and yin tombs, fortune telling, and divination all have to go through my grandfather's hands. This is also the reason why the villagers were willing to go into the mine with my father before, because my family does have the means to find dragons to share gold, and to catch pulses and tap acupoints.
But it is absolutely impossible to say that my father deliberately killed these people.
But they also lost their minds after losing their loved ones. Dozens of widows and old people surrounded my house, each carrying shovels and hoes, as if they wanted to bury my family with them.
My mother was only seven months pregnant with me at the time. If my grandfather hadn’t been protecting her and the villagers were afraid of my grandfather’s prestige, my mother would have been forced to death long ago.
But she was not spared in the end. Perhaps it was her father's death and the villagers' harsh words that made her grief-stricken. It was more likely that she knew that her grandfather's thin body could not withstand the villagers' anger. She suddenly hit the doorpost.
With blood flowing freely and one corpse and two lives, the villagers calmed down their anger and left angrily.
The strange thing is that after my mother passed out, my grandfather did not send her to the hospital immediately. Instead, he moved a blue stone out of the inner room. This stone was about the size of a maza and looked very simple.
I laid my mother half on the stone bench. After a while, although I could not save my mother, I was lucky enough to be delivered.
I was a premature baby, and according to custom, I had to have a rustic name that was easy to feed, so my grandpa named me Gou Sheng, Zhao Gou Sheng. Dogs naturally have a hard life after eating leftovers.
I have been weak and sick since I was a child, and the villagers regarded me as a thorn in their side and often resorted to shady means to harm me, so I did not have a decent childhood, but I had my grandfather to depend on me, and I was blessed by his means. Next, I finally grew up day by day while soaking in the medicine jar.
I don’t go to school, and I don’t have playmates. But my grandfather also taught me how to read and write. My only hobby is reading his extensive Feng Shui books.
I seem to have a photographic memory and can do ten lines at a time. But I am very forgetful. Many things I experienced on the first day were forgotten the next day. Because of this, the villagers often laugh at me as a stupid dog, and I don't bother to prove anything.
I thought that my contradictory life would continue in confusion, and eventually, after my grandfather died, I would die alone.
This is my life. It is a miracle that I survive. I dare not ask for anything.
I never thought that a wedding team from Luoyang would completely change the trajectory of my life.
I was eighteen years old that day, and that day Zhaojiatun, which had long since declined, drove into a domineering motorcade.
Four Land Rovers opened the way, with several tiger-headed vehicles in the middle, followed by a row of big Gs, and these vehicles all had the word "happy" on them.
The villagers had never seen this battle before. They were all chasing the convoy like crazy. They were curious about who was in the car and why they came to Zhaojiatun, a place where birds don’t shit. thing.
But no matter whose house this convoy is going to, that house is definitely smoking from the ancestral grave. This matter is worth talking about in Zhaojiatun for a lifetime.
In the end, this domineering motorcade stopped at the place where the villagers least wanted to see it.
That's my home. (End of chapter)