The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

In the early winter of her thirty-third marriage to her husband, Jiang Muxia was lying on a recliner in the yard, covered with a thick wool blanket, basking in the sun with her eyes closed. Tang Zhongbai was handling official business in the government office. Since he was promoted to Minister of Justice five years ago, he rarely stayed at home with her. Most of the time, she accompanied Mei Zhao and Liu Xuer to stay in Maoye Village for a few days.

They were all old, and their children had all started their own families. The three of them handed over the household chores to their daughters-in-law and took some time off.

That day, after Jiang Muxia sent her sisters away, she asked Qinghong to move the lounge chair under the sun and sent her home.

Qinghong's daughter-in-law had just given birth and was still in confinement. As a mother-in-law, she had to support her at all times. Jiang Muxia was worried that she couldn't handle it alone, so she asked a maid in the courtyard to go with her.

Nanny Jiang was old, so the couple advised her to live a healthy life and arranged a room for her in Maoye Manor. Living under the same roof with Chu Ruo and Zhang Yi, she was quite happy.

When the four maids, Platycodon grandiflorum, Ophiopogon japonicus, and others reached the age of marriage, she had sent them out to get married. Now she was surrounded by young maids who were carefully selected by her eldest daughter-in-law, and they were ordered by her to take care of the flowers and trees in the yard that would be moved into the warm room.

She half closed her eyes, thinking about how she and Tang Zhongbai had many children and grandchildren, and how they would spend their lives together. Now that her children were happily married and living a good life, the corners of her lips could not help but rise. The gentle sunlight shone on her, warm and cozy, her eyelids became heavy and she gradually fell asleep.

When she fell asleep, she seemed to have entered another world.

In this world, she witnessed the entire process of her previous life and Tang Zhongbai from childhood to separation.

The two were from the same village, one lived at the head of the village and the other lived at the end. The parents of the two families were good friends, and the two had played together since they were young. They were childhood sweethearts, and he always protected her, and she followed him and called him, "Brother Ping'an."

In this life, her name is Yang Liu and his name is Ping An.

Ping An has three brothers, and he is the second oldest.

Seeing the deep affection between the two children, the parents of the two families decided to marry them. Ping An had protected Yang Liu since he was a child and would not tolerate anyone saying anything bad about her.

As a bystander, Jiang Muxia watched the two grow from children to young boys and girls in the blink of an eye, one was graceful and elegant, with calm eyes, and the other was tall and graceful, with a bright and beautiful appearance.

The villagers all said that the two were a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman.

When the girl reached the age of marriage, her parents put their marriage on the agenda.

The scene changed, and a tall woman with a mean face was seen pulling a matchmaker straight into her house.

After a while, the girl's mother beat her out with a broom. The matchmaker came out in a panic, apologized to the girl's mother with a forced smile, and then shook off the woman's hand and left angrily.

The tall woman stood at the door of her house with a stern look on her face, jumping up and down and cursing at the girl's mother, using foul language, which attracted the attention of the neighbors.

Jiang Muxia, who was outside the world, understood that the woman was proposing to the girl for her son, and the girl's mother told her that her daughter had already decided on the marriage and the wedding date had been chosen.

The woman said, "It's not difficult. Just withdraw. My son is a genius. If he hadn't specifically asked to marry your daughter, how could a vulgar girl like her be worthy of my son?"

This sentence angered the girl's mother, who picked up a bamboo broom and drove the two away.

The woman was indignant and felt that she had been violated and insulted, so she jumped up and down and started swearing at the girl's mother at the door of her house.

When the neighbors heard the whole story, they all accused the woman of being unreasonable. Some villagers who had a good relationship with Yang Liu's family picked up weapons and surrounded the door of the house.

When the woman saw that the villagers were pointing their spears at her with unfriendly faces, she became frightened and ran away cursing.

The farce only caused a little disturbance in their lives. Fortunately, neither family was afraid of rumors, and the two got married soon.

Three days before the wedding, Ping An secretly found her and put an exquisitely crafted jujube wood hairpin into her hand.

His cheeks blushed slightly, and he said embarrassedly, "I..., I can only afford..., I will definitely work hard and give you a white jade hairpin in the future, okay?"

She blushed, held the hairpin carefully in her palm, nodded gently, and said "hmm".

After getting married, the couple worked together, the man farmed and the woman wove. During the slack season, Ping An picked up a saw and plane and walked the streets doing carpentry business. The couple's lives became better and better.

Jiang Muxia watched them give birth to four children in a row, three boys and one girl, just like her and Tang Zhongbai.

But with the birth of children, a discordant voice appeared in their lives.

My eldest brother and his wife had five daughters. My mother-in-law showed more care for her grandchildren, which caused dissatisfaction among my eldest brother and his wife. In daily life, they often made sarcastic remarks to each other.

Yang Liu naturally knew the reason. On the one hand, her sister-in-law was jealous of her for giving birth to three sons, but the main reason why her sister-in-law disliked her was that her younger sister did not marry her husband smoothly.

Fortunately, the mother-in-law was reasonable and scolded the girl before she could react. This made the eldest sister-in-law even more dissatisfied and she took her anger out on the eldest brother, which in turn caused discord between the eldest brother and his wife.

The parents-in-law made a decisive decision and divided the family after their youngest son got married. They rebuilt a house at the entrance of the village and moved back with their second son and his family.

The leaves in front of the door turned yellow and then green, green and then yellow. The jujube tree planted when we moved to the new house also grew from a seedling into a towering tree.

The children are all grown up.

But the world has changed.

One evening, four or five soldiers broke into the house from nowhere and took away my father-in-law, Ping'an, and three boys in their teens.

Overnight, the village was filled with women, scholars and children.

There were flames in the village and constant wailing and crying.

At dawn, I learned that all the men in the village and men over ten years old had been drafted and sent to the border overnight.

Only the mother-in-law, daughter-in-law and granddaughter were left in Yang Liu's family. The old lady lived in sorrow every day. First, she cried until her eyes were blinded, and then she collapsed and was bedridden. In less than half a year, she died.

Misfortunes never come singly. One night a year later, five thieves broke into the house. She hid her daughter under the bed and rushed out alone to stop them.

The thief didn't find any valuables in the house, and in frustration he wanted to attack her.

The knife was raised, the cold light was blinding, and she subconsciously stretched out her arm to block it. Suddenly, a man in coarse linen rushed out and blocked the knife for her, and the warm blood splashed all over her head and face. Her screams rang in her ears, and the man smiled at her, tilted his head, and died.

At this time, the neighbor next door and a woman came running over. When they saw the scene, the woman screamed and fainted.

The two were distant relatives of the neighbor's sister-in-law. They came to visit relatives yesterday. As it was getting late, they stayed at home for one night. The man went to the toilet in the middle of the night and heard some unusual movements here, so he ran to check. Unexpectedly, he encountered such a misfortune.

After daybreak, she realized that the woman last night was the same woman who had come to propose marriage with a matchmaker many years ago. As she thought about it, she felt a chill down her spine.

The woman cried and cursed in her home for three days, and Yang Liu asked someone to report to the government. After the government investigated, it was determined that it was thieves who did it. The village chief ordered the neighbors to forcibly send the thieves away, and the matter was settled.

Time passed, five years later, the war was won, and the able-bodied men who were captured in the village returned one after another.

But the five men in her family seemed to have disappeared and were never seen again. Later, her daughter got married. She was the only one left at home. The daughter was worried, so she brought her husband and children to live at home to accompany her.

She couldn't believe that her father-in-law, husband and three sons all died, so she stood under the jujube flowers at the door every day, gazing into the distance, rain or shine.

She waited every day from the sunrise in the east to the sunset in the mountains, from her hair being black to her hair being gray, until her granddaughter grew up to be a young lady and got married.

Her daughter advised her not to wait any longer, but she acted as if she heard nothing and continued as usual.

It was another winter morning. She opened the gate and stepped out of the yard. At first glance, she saw a bald monk lying in the firewood pile outside the door. His eyes were closed, his face was purple, and his body was frozen stiff.

Yang Liu hurriedly called her son-in-law, carried the man back into the house, heated the kang, and fed him some fine rice porridge, only then did she pull the man back from hell.

The monk was a wandering eminent monk who had not eaten or drunk anything for three days. One night, he passed by a village and his vision went dark. He fainted in a pile of firewood.

When the monk learned about her family's plight, he said, "Your son is still alive, but he is trapped and cannot return home. Your father-in-law and husband are no longer alive, so there is no need to wait any longer."

The woman's body stiffened and tears fell silently.

The monk added: "Don't worry, lady donor. You and your husband have a three-life bond. He will be waiting for you."

After the monk had a good rest, he said goodbye. Yang Liu made a pancake with the remaining flour in the house, wrapped it up and stuffed it into his arms.

Yang Liu, along with her daughter and son-in-law, built a cenotaph for her father-in-law and husband, and continued to stand at the entrance of the village waiting for her sons to return home.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the woman with silver hair becomes hunched over.

Her gray-haired daughter brought a chair for her and placed it under the jujube tree. Her little grandchildren played around her. She forced a smile on her wrinkled face and looked at the children with kindness. She slowly closed her eyes and her skinny body slowly slid off the chair and onto the ground.

In her hand she tightly held the jujube wood hairpin her husband gave her when they got married, with a faint smile on her lips.

The daughter came out of the house with a thin blanket in her hand. When she saw her mother lying on the ground, the blanket slipped from her hand and tears fell silently.

The scene in front of Jiang Muxia changed, and she came to the room where Tang Zhongbai and Yin Yusheng performed magic in her previous life.

She clearly saw that when Yin Yusheng fell into the fire and was about to disappear, Tang San picked up the copper basin at the door and poured a basin of water over to him. Yin Yusheng's whole body burst into golden light, which spread to Tang San, knocking him to the ground and spitting blood.

Blood from Tang Zhongbai's wrist kept dripping onto the ground as he lay on the wooden board, forming a groove that flowed toward the cushion where Yin Yusheng was.

When the golden light burst out, it was stained with his blood and suddenly rushed out of the sky.

Jiang Muxia's eyes were stung by the golden light and she raised her hands to cover her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Tang Zhongbai, with gray hair, sitting beside the bed and staring at her eagerly. Seeing her wake up, he was very happy, sitting up straight, holding her hand tightly against his chest, with stars in his eyes.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes and smiled, "What's wrong?"

Tang Zhongbai buried his head in her arms, her eyes darkened as she recalled the scene in her dream.

It turns out that they have been in love for three lifetimes, and the current life is their third life.

In other words, their fate is about to end and they will never meet again.

She felt a tightness in her chest, and a sense of loss overwhelmed her. Looking at his gray hair, she felt very reluctant to let him go.

If she guessed correctly, their love in three lives would never end well. The old monk she saved in the first life was reborn as Yin Yusheng in order to repay her kindness. In the second life, he was beaten into a cripple in order to help her. He fell into the temple and was taught by the master. He learned about his past like her.

Then he gave birth to a spirit to help them realize their dreams and help them live a fulfilling life.

Her mind was clear. It turned out that God let her dream about her past as a warning to her that her days were numbered.

She smiled helplessly and forced herself to sit up. She felt blackness in front of her eyes and a sharp pain in her chest. She gritted her teeth and suppressed the pain without changing her expression.

When my feet touched the ground, my body felt light and floating, as if I was walking on cotton.

She staggered, and Tang Zhongbai stepped forward to hold her up.

She turned around and smiled, her voice a little hoarse, "It's okay, I'm old and my legs and feet are not so flexible anymore."