Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

On the first day Lang Yue and Jiang Han went back, his aunt prepared delicious meals and homemade rice wine. But when he sat down at the table, he did not see his aunt and two cousins. The only ones who could sit at the table were his uncle, his five-year-old cousin, and a few village elders invited by his uncle.

His aunt and two cousins ​​were eating in the kitchen. He went to see them and saw that they had only picked some vegetables and a little bit of meat. His aunt didn't eat anything herself and gave it all to her two daughters.

He asked them to eat together, but his aunt was unwilling to do so. She didn't speak Mandarin, and he couldn't understand the dialect there. It was difficult for the two of them to communicate. Jiang Han came over to translate for them, but in the end his aunt didn't sit down, and neither did his cousin. Every time they ate, they hid in the kitchen.

Later, Lang Yue learned from Jiang Han that when there were guests at home, women were not allowed to sit at the table to eat. This was a rule passed down from generation to generation.

There were many rules in that village that he did not understand. For example, women were not allowed to enter the ancestral hall, visit graves, or participate in the division of land and mountains. If there were no male members in the family, the family was equivalent to non-existence and anyone in the village could bully them.

Therefore, my uncle was particularly obsessed with having a son. He and his aunt gave birth to seven daughters before they had a son. But there were only two daughters in the family. Langyue thought that the first five were studying outside, but he learned the truth later and was horrified.

Jiang Han took him to see a well in the village. The well was covered, but even so, Lang Yue still felt a chill emanating from the well, which made him shudder.

Jiang Han said that he had three cousins ​​who were in this well.

The eldest and second cousins ​​got married at the age of 16. Compared with the three younger sisters, they were lucky because they were able to grow up safely.

The third, fourth and fifth children were thrown into the well by their uncle as soon as they were born. The well cover could not even cover the babies' crying.

"Once it gets dark, there are often cries coming from this well. People in the village don't dare to come here for fear of getting contaminated by dirt."

When Jiang Han said this, his face was full of sarcasm and coldness.

It's ridiculous that executioners are afraid of the people they kill!

Lang Yue was frightened by the well. He was not afraid of the so-called dirty things in the well. What he was afraid of was that those seemingly amiable men in the village were actually cruel executioners.

Including his polite cousin, he killed his three biological daughters, so why can he still live as if nothing happened?

And my aunt, her daughter was killed by the man she was sleeping with, why did she still serve the murderer so diligently and without complaint?

From then on, Lang Yue felt that everyone in the village was hideous. Behind their gentle smiles were fangs and blood. He couldn't stay there for even a second, so he left the village with Jiang Han the next day and never went back.

"Jiang Han said that this bad habit cannot be changed overnight. I hope that one day, the girls there can be treated fairly."

Talking about the past, Langyue's mood became worse, and the delicious duck feet no longer smelled good.

He wanted to help those poor girls, but Jiang Han stopped him.

"There are many villages like this across the country, some even more backward than my hometown. You and I cannot change it. Only the progress of national civilization can change these bad habits. All we can do is respect every woman and not become accomplices of this bad habit."

Lang Yue sighed and told Xia Qingqing what Jiang Han had said.

"Jiang Han is right. One or two people can't change anything. It's enough for us to do our best."

Xia Qingqing agreed very much. The situation in Jiang Han's hometown was not an isolated case, but a common one. It could only be changed with the help of the country.

She changed the subject and asked about Jiang Han's art exhibition.

"On the twelfth of next month, you can all go and see it then!"

When Jiang Han was mentioned, Lang Yue suddenly became lively and beamed with joy.

Next month's art exhibition will be Jiang Han's first large-scale exhibition, which is of great significance. If this exhibition is successful, he will also hold it in other cities, which will quickly increase his popularity.

"I will definitely go."

Xia Qingqing agreed with a smile. Her daughter Xiaoyu's paintings were also on display, and she would rush there even if the exhibition was held in other cities.

"Let me take your pulse."

Xia Qingqing was a little worried, so she took Langyue's pulse. The pulse was very strong. Although the asthma was not completely cured, it had not occurred for a long time.

"You'd better carry your asthma medicine with you. Just because you haven't had an attack doesn't mean you're better. It's safer to carry it with you." Xia Qingqing reminded.

"I have it with me, along with the medicine you prescribed."

Lang Yue took out two kinds of medicine from his pocket. He was very concerned about his life.

Xia Qingqing smiled but was very confused. Excluding suicide, Lang Yue was most likely suffering from an asthma attack and was not treated in time. However, he had a good habit of carrying medicine with him, so this situation should not have happened.

What was the cause of his death?

It was getting dark, and Song Chunlan was still in the kitchen preparing meals.

"There are so many dishes, can't you just live like that?"

Xia Qingqing made a joke.

Eight-treasure duck, pickled pork with preserved vegetables, braised pork with preserved vegetables, braised pork knuckle, stewed meat with thousand-piece knots, gluten stuffed meat, crystal shrimp, swimming crab rice cake, hairy crab, boiled chicken, etc. are all staple dishes and fill up a large table.

"Yingyue called and said that Public Security Zuo was coming to dinner, along with Doctor Si and Mr. Pei, so I cooked a few more dishes."

Song Chunlan's face turned a little red, but Xia Qingqing didn't suspect anything and thought she was red from the stove fire.

"Today is such a good day. So many people have gathered together. Is Pei Aihua here to buy insoles again?"

Xia Qingqing asked casually.

Pei Aihua has a special liking for the insoles embroidered by Song Chunlan and comes to buy them every now and then. However, Song Chunlan is busy with work and has no time to embroider the insoles. It just so happens that Zhuang Hongye specially sent someone to her hometown to purchase the insoles for export, which are especially popular with foreigners.

So, the insoles Pei Aihua bought later were basically embroidered by women in her village, as she hadn't embroidered them herself for a long time.

"No, I just came to eat."

Song Chunlan explained in a low voice, her face turning even redder. She didn't dare to look at Xia Qingqing and turned around to cook.

"Wow, these are all my favorites."

Xiao Yingyue's voice was heard outside. After she went to college, she came back once a week. On weekends, she had to go to Grandpa Xiao's place to practice martial arts. She was very busy.

Mr. Xiao came back in October, and Pei Aihua was living in the villa. Because they had signed a three-year contract, they couldn't evict him. The old man originally wanted to rent a house outside. When Pei Aihua found out, she took the initiative to invite the old man to live in her home.

After the old man and Pei Aihua chatted a few times, they became close friends regardless of age difference. From then on, Pei Aihua fell in love with Kunqu Opera again. If he were not so old and lacked talent, he would definitely have chosen the old man as his disciple.

"Why did Zuo Gongan get together with my Yingyue?"

Xia Qingqing teased deliberately, with a meaningful look in her eyes.

"We met halfway, what a coincidence...haha."

Xiao Yingyue avoided his gaze and it was obvious that she was lying. Xia Qingqing was too lazy to expose her. Men should get married when they are old enough, and women should get married when they are old enough. Xiao Yingyue was already 19 years old, so it was normal for her to fall in love.

Besides, Xiao Yingyue's elders are still alive, so she has no right to interfere too much.

Besides, Zuo Yang is a very good person, so it wouldn’t be a big deal even if these two were really together.