Chapter 10 Life in a Moment
The green reed marsh is surrounded by a circle of lush reeds, but the land inside is barren and full of dirt and gravel. Only a few shrubs and some scattered grass grow sparsely.
To my surprise, there was a plum tree growing beside a pile of gravel in the east, with thick green leaves and strong branches. After the first lunar month, the bright red flowers bloom for two full months.
The vitality of this flower is so powerful.
From now on, all the dead children I take will be buried in the green reed swamps.
I hope that these poor children will see the light of day in the next life, and can withstand wind and rain like this plum blossom. Although they are small, they are proud and eye-catching, and they can thrive even if they grow in the most barren places.
The Feng Shui of Green Reed Marsh is also very good. Nestling against Miaoqing Mountain is like nestling in mother's arms. A small stream ran across it, nurturing them like milk...
Feng Chuchen was sad and moved at the same time. People like Auntie are the most admirable no matter what era they live in.
There were too many diaries. Even though Feng Chuchen had only read a few, he could still see how precious this set of notebooks was.
Among the experts among the people, not to mention Yinshen Acupuncture and Shishengxiang, my aunt is definitely a top expert in pediatrics and is also good in gynecology.
In the future, I will learn slowly and combine my previous life experience to benefit the people like my aunt.
Feng Chuchen quickly flipped through one page after another, stopping at the page in the middle with only two rows of characters.
On the seventh day of the sixth lunar month in the first year of the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was raining and the flowers were blooming on the other side.
Sleeping together for a day and a night, each of us is cold.
Feng Chuchen was baffled by this poem without beginning or end. He didn't know who his aunt wrote it to.
Feng Chuchen searched in his memory again. Apart from her sick husband, my aunt has no lovers, not even male friends.
With this question in mind, Feng Chuchen continued to read.
On the third day of August in the first year of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the clouds collected their summer colors and the crape myrtle began to bloom.
My name was recorded in the Imperial Hospital, and from then on I was recognized by the imperial court as a stable mother-in-law. Mr. and Mrs. Qiuen and I went to Quan Yixiang Restaurant in Beijing to eat roast duck. This was our first time eating in a restaurant...
Seeing this, Feng Chuchen was happy for the two siblings.
She paid special attention to Jianzhang's diary for five years and wanted to see the records when she found the original owner. But there is not a single word in the records in this regard. There are only eight records this year, all of which are about midwifery and medical skills.
She continued to look through it.
On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month in the tenth year of the founding of the Constitution, there was a storm and snow, and the winter plum blossoms were in full bloom.
I dreamed of my grandfather last night. He was sitting under the eaves, looking at me and smiling. When I woke up, my pillow was soaked with tears.
Life and death are uncertain, and suddenly he has been away from me for more than 20 years.
The gentle voice seems to be in my ears: Live like an ant, but you should have the ambition of a swan. Life is as thin as paper, you should have an unyielding heart.
Miss him.
Feng Chuchen put down the note, and in the dim light he seemed to see a thin and elegant old man teaching a little girl how to write.
My aunt also has her weak moments.
So how did a man like the breeze and the bright moon find a woman like Fan?
No matter how bright the moon is, we still need to eat to support our family.
The elders asked him to marry the capable Fan family.
Fan did support his family, but he used those methods to support his family, and finally got involved in the entire family and descendants...
Feng Chuchen was lost in thought for a while, then he flipped through it briefly and reached the last article.
In the 19th year of the founding of the People's Republic of China, on June 14th, the red sun was scorching and the flowers were in full bloom.
Within four days, I was given Yinshen acupuncture on both infants. I felt obviously physically weak and my energy seemed to be drained out. I'm not afraid of death, but I can't worry about Buji and Chuchen.
Chuchen hadn't gotten engaged yet, and Buji was just six years old.
Last night I dreamed of my grandmother. Her hair was disheveled and she was covered in wounds.
She cried and told me, "Thank you, granddaughter. You helped my grandmother pay off her sinful debt. My grandmother can leave the eighteenth hell and be reincarnated. You don't have to suffer anymore, and you can survive without illness..."
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When I woke up, I knew my time had come.
After forty-three years in this world, I have come to suffer and repay my debt.
It’s paid off and it’s time to go. Chuchen already knows how to administer Yinshen needles and can support himself. Be sure to warn her that a man's character is more important than money, and it is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.
She must also be allowed to go to the green reed swamp regularly to recite the Purana Sutra and pray for the children buried there.
As my successor, this is her obligation...
The family has some property, and with Chuchen's help and Aunt Wang delivering the baby, Buji can be raised to adulthood. When he got well, he studied medicine with his sister. He had no luck with the Yin Shen Shen Acupuncture. He wanted to learn something else and live a pure life...
I also want to tell them that after I die, I will be buried in Jiupoling behind the green reed swamps, where I can continue to look at the babies.
Over the years, I have buried a total of eighteen babies in the green reed swamps. Thirteen of them died due to the umbilical cord being wrapped around their necks, and the cause of death of five was unknown.
No matter what the reason is, it's because my medical skills are not good, and I feel sorry for them.
In addition, there were 356 dead children and 25 adults buried in the green reeds.
Even though I didn’t know them, I still recited sutras for them. This is fate.
Life is just a moment, nothing more.
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If there is reincarnation, I still want to be a human being in the next life and be able to improve my medical skills and save pregnant women and infants who I have not been able to save in this life. If there is another life, just be a bird flying freely in the sky...
Feng Chuchen's heart felt so clogged and his tears couldn't stop flowing.
The contents of the notes are trivial, piecing together the life of my aunt. There is the helplessness and sadness of being coerced, but also her own persistence, and maybe there are secrets that she doesn't want others to know.
She started by delivering babies, and then burned her life out because of delivering babies.
Aunt Feng's life was too miserable.
How could such a good person die like this...
Feng Chuchen selfishly thought that he had lived two lives. If his previous life was as miserable as his aunt, he wanted to become a bird in his second life, so why wait until his third life.
Feng Chuchen also made several discoveries.
One is that except for the last piece of clothing and purse, my aunt never grew flowers or embroidered anything.
But every entry in her diary will write about flowers, and her maiden name is also flowers.
From this point of view, she loves flowers and beauty very much, but real life makes her reject all beauty.
She almost harshly forced herself to just deliver babies, save babies and pay off debts. She refused flowers and also refused all temptations...
The second is that, except for her sick husband, she never mentioned the four years she was away from Baima Village. I don’t know from whom she learned the craft.
Apart from her, I haven't heard of anyone else in the Great Yan Dynasty who would use the Yin Shen Needle.
Her master must know it, but I don’t know why her master has never used it. Such a magical needle will definitely spread once it is used...
Three are, who are those two poems written to.
It was definitely not written to the sick husband.
Sleeping together means that two people live in the same world, not between yin and yang.
Her sick husband died long ago.
The words "mian" and "quilt" are quite ambiguous.
Maybe, there is another man who makes my aunt's heart flutter, and the talk of joy is just an excuse?
If this is the case, my aunt should expect to spend her second and third lives with the man she loves.
If you don’t marry him in this life, you will have no expectations in the next life...
Then there is only one possibility, this man failed her...
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