Rebirth: I Have a Spiritual Spring

Chapter 6 The spiritual spring appears

Zhang's mother handed the keychain to Zhang Wanwan, "I'm going to fetch water. You open the house first and fold the gold and silver to one side. Don't get in the way here."

Zhang Wanwan: "."

Due to Zhang's mother's request, Zhang Wanwan pinched her nose and went to open the door resignedly. All eight rooms in total were locked, so she simply tried one by one and opened all the doors.

Zhang's mother brought the evening water and had just pulled off a dry rag to clean the stone bench when she discovered Zhang Wanwan's stupidity. She laughed and scolded: "I asked you to open the two rows of houses in the hall and kitchen, why are you going to open the door of the room? If you have nothing to do, go to work quickly and don’t waste time!”

Zhang Wanwan looked strange when she saw the room she lived in when she was a child. She was yelled at by her mother and had to run back to the yard to work. She didn’t know where she found two or three large baskets covered with dust. Zhang Wanwan sat in the bathroom. He folded gold and silver on the stone bench he passed.

The sound of wood banging came from the room, and Mother Zhang's figure came in and out. Before Zhang Wanwan finished folding a basket, Mother Zhang had already laid out the items for ancestor worship. She lit incense and immediately called Zhang Wanwan to go over and worship. Wanwan looked at her hands covered with silver shavings and ran in without even bothering to wash them. She bowed respectfully to the ancestors of the Zhang family three times. Mother Zhang took the incense from Zhang Wanwan and bowed a few more times while mumbling something. .

Zhang Wanwan went out to continue working. After Zhang's mother paid her respects, the two coins she threw showed one head and one tail, so she immediately went to burn the gold and silver.

Zhang Wanwan also breathed a sigh of relief. The gold and silver they bought could not be packed into these three large baskets. It would be dark if they had to fold them all.

The place where gold and silver was burned was just outside the sacrificial room. There was thick smoke and heat waves. Zhang's mother asked Zhang Wanwan to go away. Zhang Wanwan wanted to help. She held the basket tightly and came closer from time to time. She didn't know if it was right. She was so nervous that after the gold and silver were burned, she realized that her finger had been scratched by the sharp edge of the basket.

Mother Zhang looked at her hands, frowned and said, "I'll go to the village canteen to buy Bundy. You go and wash your hands."

After saying that, Mother Zhang turned around, opened the door and ran away.

Zhang Wanwan frowned slightly and washed her hands obediently. Thinking that Zhang's mother wouldn't be back soon, she simply ran into the room and rummaged around. In her memory, her grandfather always kept tapes. In the past, people in the village were injured. Just stick it with tape and it will be done. There is no need to use Bondi or anything else.

No one has entered this room for many years, and it is so dusty that the original color of the furniture cannot be seen. The familiar Babu bed is empty, except for the bed board. There is an old-fashioned table next to it, which can be seen from the style. Seeing that it was from the Republic of China period, Zhang Wanwan casually pulled out the top drawer and found that there were still some things in it, but most of them were used by his grandfather during his lifetime. They were worthless and no one would deal with them.

In order to find some tape and avoid getting some dust, Zhang Wanwan could only pull out the entire drawer. There are four drawers on the table. The bottom is a two-door cabinet that can be opened and closed. Generally, some larger objects are placed. Things like tape are definitely Not inside, Zhang Wanwan didn't even open it, just stared at the four drawers.

"Huh? What is this?"

There were only a few small things in the antique drawers. What surprised Zhang Wanwan was that the innermost surface of one of the drawers was actually carved with a lifelike landscape painting. The gurgling spring water in the mountain stream seemed to be alive, and Zhang Wanwan was fascinated by it. Stunned, she blinked her eyes fiercely and looked over again. She realized that it wasn't her eyesight, but that the painting was really weird. If she looked closely, she could see that the wood on which the landscape painting was carved was different from the others, as if it was specially sticky. As if going up.

Zhang Wanwan stretched out her hand curiously, trying to brush off the dust on it. A dazzling light flashed past. She was so scared that she subconsciously retracted her hand and looked at the painting again. This time, it didn't have that lifelike feeling, as if it was a painting. A pair of plain landscape paintings are carved above the drawers.

"What a ghost!" Zhang Wanwan murmured, suddenly feeling a little cool in the house, and quickly put everything back in place. She couldn't find the tape and wiped a hand with dust. Looking at her fingers that were still bleeding, she really wanted to cry without tears. When I went out, I locked my grandpa’s room. Not long after, Zhang's mother came back. When she walked in, she had a transparent plastic bag in her hand. At a glance, she knew it was two packs of instant noodles and two duck eggs.

"Mom, is there Bundy in the canteen?" Zhang Yuanyuan waved her paw in front of Zhang's mother.

Mother Zhang took a breath of air and cursed angrily: "I told you to wash your hands, but have you gone to dig coal? You are so old and yet you are so worried!"

Zhang Wanwan sniffed, with a depressed look on her face, and waited for Zhang's mother to bring up another bucket of water before she came over and explained aggrievedly: "Mom, I washed it, otherwise the water you just left for me wouldn't be used by me. After running out, who would have thought that it would be like this after just one trip to the room!”

"Okay, okay, it's not like you didn't know the house was uninhabitable and you went inside, who's to blame?" Zhang's mother scolded her while tearing Bundy apart. She waited for Zhang Wanwan to wash her hands before applying them to her. After looking for a long time, she couldn't find the wound. "Where's the injury?"

"Here!" Zhang Wanwan handed her index finger to Zhang's mother, and then she realized that there were no traces on the tip of her finger except water drops, let alone a wound.

Zhang Wanwan was stunned. Zhang's mother thought Zhang Wanwan was joking with her, but she could really see her daughter's fingers bleeding just now.

The mother and daughter were both stunned. Mother Zhang was a cheerful person. She breathed a sigh of relief when she couldn't find the wound and said with a smile: "I guess the bleeding has stopped. You can do it yourself. I'll cook for you."

Zhang Wanwan was dumbfounded. Post? There must be a wound before it can be applied! Where should she stick it now? After thinking about it, I realized that Bundy had torn it open anyway, so I might as well stick it directly on the injured area without worrying about it.

It has to be said that both mother and daughter are extremely generous in this regard.

The kitchen still uses the big wood-burning stove, and the dishes and chopsticks are all in the cabinet. They can be used after cleaning them with dish soap. Mother Zhang casually cooked instant noodles and grabbed two duck eggs for their lunch. .

It was only past one o'clock in the afternoon after lunch, and they had to rush back to Pushi without stopping.

After a day of tossing like this, Zhang Wanwan was completely exhausted when she got home. She lay limply on the bed and fell asleep listening to the noise Zhang's mother made in the kitchen.

In her dream, Zhang Wanwan found herself entering the landscape painting. The gurgling spring was less than twenty meters away from her. There was also a stone tablet standing on the shore, with words engraved on it that Zhang Wanwan didn't recognize at all. Fortunately, every time There were small explanations in traditional Chinese characters next to the words. It was probably marked by someone later. Based on those traditional Chinese characters, she roughly understood the spring water.

This spring is a spiritual spring. A drop of spiritual spring water can revive dead trees and make people live longer and free from all diseases. However, the spiritual power of the spiritual spring water is too strong and needs to be diluted before use. However, the spiritual spring water does not have the effect of immortality. The first owner was a carpenter during the Republic of China. After the carpenter died, the contract between him and Lingquan was terminated. Lingquan was directly attached to a landscape painting carved by the carpenter, waiting for the next person. I don’t know who used the woodcarving to make a drawer, so that it took almost a century for it to remain. She didn't even get to see the light of day, and some combination of circumstances took her advantage.

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