The ghost is not gone
I, Lin Ruoxuan, am the daughter of a rich family, and I have been pampered since I was a child, and I have no worries about food and clothing. However, I fell in love with a poor scholar, Zhang Zimo. Although he came from a poor family, he was talented and of good character, and I fell in love with him at first sight. My father was against it at first, but I couldn't bear to insist on it, and eventually I had to compromise.
In the autumn of that year, I married Zimo as I wished. Our wedding was not luxurious, but it was full of warmth and love. On the wedding night, Zimo held my hand and said affectionately: "Ruoxuan, I will be good to you for the rest of my life and live up to your affection." "I snuggled up in his arms, full of happiness.
After we got married, we were very close to each other, and although we lived in poverty, we both firmly believed that there would be a day when we would be reunited and rich. Zimo studied hard day and night, hoping that one day he could be named on the gold list and bring me a better life. I also try to take care of the housework and try to make him as worry-free as possible.
However, the good times were short-lived. My rich relatives were not used to seeing me marrying a poor scholar, and they felt that it was a shame for the family, so they began to plot against us.
It was a stormy night, and there was a sudden knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw a beggar in rags kneeling in front of the door, claiming to be a distant relative of mine, begging all the way to this place because of the disaster in his hometown, hoping that we would take him in. I looked at his pitiful appearance, and I couldn't bear it, so I invited him into the house.
Seeing this, Zimo was a little displeased, but he didn't say anything. After I had settled the beggar relative, I went to the kitchen and prepared some hot food for him.
A few days later, the relative suddenly offered to leave. Although our husband and wife were living in poverty, we still tried our best to prepare some coils for him. Unbeknownst to us, he secretly poured a packet of medicinal powder into our well when we were not looking.
That night, Zimo and I both felt unwell, nausea and vomiting, and unbearable abdominal pain. We lay in bed, snuggling up to each other, our hearts filled with fear. I know we're being calculated by our relatives.
Zimo held my hand tightly and said in a weak voice: "Ruoxuan, if you hold on, I will definitely find someone to save us." I nodded with tears in my eyes, but I felt my life passing by little by little.
Just as we were dying, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. Then, the door was slammed open, and a tall figure walked in. It turned out to be Lang Zhong from the village, who heard that we were poisoned and rushed to treat us overnight.
Lang Zhong quickly applied needles to detoxify us, and left some herbs behind. After a few days, we finally survived the dangerous period and gradually recovered.
However, that relative has long since disappeared without a trace. We are angry, but we are helpless. This incident makes us see the sinister nature of people's hearts, and it also makes us cherish each other more.
After recovering, we decided to leave this sad place and find a new home. Before leaving, we expressed our deep gratitude to Lang Zhong. He smiled and said, "You can survive because of your will and mutual support." There is still a long way to go, and I hope you can continue to walk hand in hand. ”
We said goodbye to Langzhong with tears and embarked on a new journey. On the way, we have experienced hardships, but we have always relied on each other for our lives. Whenever we encounter difficulties, we will think of that stormy night, think of Lang Zhong's entrustment, and then hold each other's hands tightly and move forward bravely.
Finally one day we came to a beautiful and peaceful village. The people here are warm and welcoming, and we decided to start a new life here. We used our savings to buy a small house and start our new life.
However, we can never forget the relative who once wanted to kill us. Whenever night falls, we unconsciously recall that terrible night. Our hearts were filled with fear and uneasiness, as if the shadow of that relative had been hanging over us all along.
In order to dispel the gloom in our hearts, we began to work hard to integrate into this new community. We help our neighbors build houses, cultivate fields, and share our knowledge and experience with them. Gradually, we won the respect and trust of the villagers.
One day, a grand celebration was held in the village. We sang and danced with the villagers, and laughter echoed throughout the village. During the event, we got to know a kind old man. He told us that the village had been plagued by outsiders in the past, but they came together to drive out the bad guys who tried to destroy their homes.
The old man's words deeply shocked us. We realize that only by bravely facing the shadows of the past can we truly free our hearts. So, we decided to let go of our resentment and hostility towards that relative and start a new life.
Since then, we have worked hard with the villagers to build this beautiful village. We grow crops, raise poultry, and protect this homeland together. Whenever we encounter difficulties, we will remember the words of the old man and face the challenges bravely.
As time goes by, our lives get better and better. We have children of our own who are growing up happily in this loving village. And the shadow of that relative has gradually faded from our lives.
However, on a quiet night, we suddenly heard a quick knock on the door. When I opened the door, it was the same relative who had tried to harm us. He stood outside the door in ragged clothes and with a haggard face, his voice trembling and begging for our forgiveness.
Looking at his dejected appearance, the resentment in my heart instantly vanished. I let him into the house and prepared him a bowl of hot food. After devouring it, he told us about his fate with tears streaming down his face.
It turned out that he had been living a life of exile since he left us. He begged everywhere for a living, but was repeatedly looked down upon and bullied. He gradually realized his mistakes and sins and began to regret what he had done. Eventually, he decided to come back to us, confess to us and ask for forgiveness.
After listening to his story, we sighed deeply. Although his actions have nearly cost us our lives, we also understand that life inevitably makes mistakes. We decided to forgive him and help him become a new person.
Since then, that relative has become a member of our village. He strives to make amends and make up for his past mistakes with his actions. And we have learned from this experience and cherished our current lives and our feelings for each other even more.
When night fell, our family sat around the warm fire, telling stories of the past and dreams for the future. And those fears and anxieties of the past have slowly dissipated into the air with the passage of time, turning into beautiful memories and motivation, inspiring us to continue to move forward and meet a better future.
However, the calm days did not last long. One day, a group of vicious bandits came to the village, and they robbed houses and did all kinds of evil. The villagers panicked and went into hiding. Seeing that the village was about to be ransacked, I suddenly remembered the relative who had tried to kill us.
"He might be able to help us. I thought to myself. So, I found him and told him about the situation in the village. He didn't say a word, and immediately organized a group of young people to prepare to fight the bandits to the end.
In the fierce battle, that relative took the lead and fought bravely to kill the enemy. His heroic performance inspired the villagers to fight, and everyone worked together to finally repel the bandits. The village was saved, but the relative was mortally wounded and dying.
I stayed by his bedside and said gratefully, "Thank you, you saved our village." He smiled and said weakly, "This is what I should do, I owe you too much." With that, he closed his eyes forever.
The villagers held a solemn funeral for his bravery, and his tombstone was engraved with the words "Heroic Rescuer of the Village". Whenever someone passes by his grave, they stop to pay their respects and feel his greatness and sacrifice.
His story has become a legend that has been passed down from generation to generation in our village, inspiring generations to face difficulties and challenges. Although that relative had made mistakes, he ended up defending the safety and peace of the village with his own life. His transformation and sacrifice have become an eternal memory and pride for our village.
After the death of that relative, the village was once again quiet. However, we know that this peace will not last long, after all, the world is difficult, and in the midst of troubled times, where is the true place of peace?
After discussing with Zimo, we decided to strengthen the village's defenses in case of further bandits or other uninvited guests. We began to organize the villagers to build walls and dig traps to make the village an easily defended fortress. At the same time, we have strengthened our ties with the surrounding villages to jointly defend against foreign enemies.
Thanks to our efforts, the village's defense capability has been greatly improved. The villagers have also become more united and united with the outside world. However, this calm did not last long, and a sudden disaster shattered the tranquility of the village once again.
It was a sunny afternoon, Zimo and I were working in the fields, and suddenly the sky changed drastically, dark clouds, lightning and thunder. Immediately afterward, a rare torrential rain poured down for three days and three nights. The rain was pouring in, flash floods were blowing, and the whole village was plunged into a sea of water.
Together with the villagers, we fought hard against the floods, but the floods were so strong that many houses were washed away and crops were submerged. Seeing their homes destroyed, the villagers' hearts were like knives. However, in this catastrophe, we also see the brilliance of humanity. Everyone helps each other, faces difficulties together, and gets through difficulties together, regardless of you and me.
After the floodwaters receded, we were faced with the daunting task of rebuilding our homes. Zimo and I took the lead in donating money and materials, calling on the villagers to work together to build a new home. With the joint efforts of everyone, the village has gradually regained its former vigor and vitality.
However, the good times did not last long, and a new crisis quietly came. One night, we were awakened by a sharp knock on the door. When I opened the door, it turned out to be a young man from the village running out of breath and telling us, "Run!
Zimo and I were nervous, but we didn't panic. We quickly organized the evacuation of the villagers to safety and prepared for the battle. As expected, it didn't take long for a group of vicious bandits to storm the village.
They burned, killed, looted, and the villagers were furious but helpless. Seeing that the village was once again in disaster, Zimo and I decided to come forward and negotiate with the bandits.
We took a few daring villagers to the bandit leader and tried to convince them to leave. However, the negotiations did not have the desired effect, but angered the bandit leaders. He threatens to wash the village in blood and make everyone pay!
In the face of such a ferocious enemy, we knew that we could not fight hard but outwit, so I discussed a strategy with Zimo: use the terrain and architectural characteristics of the village to set up an ambush to lure the bandits deep and then wipe them out!
We quickly organized the villagers to set traps and ambushes at key locations, waiting for the bandits to take the bait, and when night fell, the bandits arrived as promised, and they were confused by the illusion before them, thinking that the village was empty, and swaggered in.
At this moment, we gave an order, and the villagers who were lying in ambush suddenly came out, catching the bandits by surprise! After a fierce battle, we finally wiped out this group of evil bandits!
While the villagers cheered and celebrated the victory, they could not help but feel emotional: It was unity and wisdom that enabled us to defeat a powerful enemy! From then on, we cherished each other's friendship and trust even more, and jointly guarded this beautiful homeland.
However, just when we thought we could enjoy peace, an even more serious challenge lay ahead of us. The imperial court was corrupt, the war was raging, and the powerful and powerful in various places rose together, and they divided one side after another. Our village will inevitably be affected.
One day, an army suddenly attacked our village, menacing and well-armed. We resisted hard, but we struggled to resist their attacks. Villages were looted and many innocent villagers were killed.
Zimo and I watched our homes destroyed, and our hearts were filled with endless grief. However, we know that life has to go on and we can't let it go. So, we decided to leave this sad place with the surviving villagers and look for a new home.
On the way to escape, we went through countless hardships and dangers. Sometimes we had to deal with hunger and cold, and sometimes we had to hide from our pursuers. However, no matter how great the difficulties were, we always maintained our firm faith and determination.
Finally, one day, we came to a remote valley. With its beautiful mountains and fertile land, it is an ideal place to live. We decided to rebuild our home here and start a new life.
Thanks to the joint efforts of everyone, new villages were gradually built. We reclaim wasteland, grow crops, raise poultry...... Life was hard but hopeful, but the peaceful days didn't last long.
It was early in the morning, and when the first rays of sunlight shone into the valley, we spotted a group of strangers approaching outside the village. They rode horses, armed with swords and guns, and at first glance they were not of the good kind. Zimo and I were nervous, and immediately organized the villagers to prepare for defense.
As expected, the group of strangers quickly rushed into the village. They burned, killed, plundered, and did all kinds of evil. Zimo and I led the villagers to resist hard, but the other side was outnumbered, and we gradually fell into disadvantage.
Seeing that the village was about to be looted again, I suddenly remembered the battle I had fought against the bandits. So, I had an idea and shouted loudly to organize the villagers to use the terrain and buildings to fight back.
After a fierce battle, we finally pushed the strangers back. Although the village suffered some damage, the surviving villagers were unharmed. Everyone hugged each other tightly and felt the power of unity and wisdom.
Since then, we cherish this hard-won home even more. We have strengthened our defenses, heightened our vigilance, and are always ready to respond to external threats. At the same time, we are also actively developing production, improving living conditions, and making the village more prosperous and powerful.
As time passed, our village gradually became a rich and beautiful place, attracting more and more people to settle down, and Zimo and I spent our happy and fulfilling lives here.