Northeastern Wild Fairy Tales Record

  Late autumn night, all sounds are quiet, the frogs and birds that used to make noise have long since disappeared, every household in Yangjiatun has lit their lamps with the sunset.

  The east end of Yangjia Village was unusually lively at the home of Yang Lao Er, for no other reason than that he had seen a yellow weasel (also known as a yellow mongoose) in the grass while out cutting grass during the day.

  This yellow fox looks like it's got some age on it, with a small patch of white fur on its head and a coat that's deep autumn in color but still shiny and glossy.

  Less than three feet long, the entire waist was extremely soft, crouching in the grass nest and sleeping soundly, but was cut open by Yang Lao Er's sickle, cutting through the entire waist. Under the pain, Huang Pizi let out a sharp cry and disappeared rapidly from Yang Lao Er's sight.

  Yang Lao Er originally thought that the wild grass in this area was tall and lush, so he could cut more to store for burning in the winter. Who would have thought that unintentionally, one swing of his sickle would cut down Huang Pizi.

  At that time, Yang Lao Er saw Huang Pizi being cut into that state, his heart was straight hair, originally in the Northeast, Huang Pizi belonged to hiding and not coming back. Now it's been hurt by him, if this really became a spirit, then he would have a bad year this year.

  When he was hesitant in his heart, looking at the large area of wild grass in front of him, Yang Lao Er's heart was thinking of cutting them all down and then going home to ask someone for advice. However, after cutting two bundles, his heart felt uneasy, so he put away his sickle and headed back home.

  Yangjiatun has a formidable figure, leading a brothel, claiming to be a fox fairy. When I was playing around, I took a glance and saw that the entrance of the brothel worshipped Hu San Tai Nai.

  In the Northeast, wild immortals are divided into five categories: fox, yellow, white, willow and gray. However, some people are used to saying that now there are only Hu Huang Chang Yan in the Northeast. The two immortals of Bai and Hui have already become rare and are on the verge of extinction.

  But to be honest, the White and Gray Immortals still exist, they have just slowly faded out of people's sight in the secular world, so people don't often see them, that's why they say the White and Gray Immortals may have disappeared.

  The formidable figure inside Yangjia Village is a relative of mine, just not within the five degrees of mourning anymore, but I'm no longer too concerned about it. However, since we live in the same village, we often run into each other, so I still frequently call him "Second Uncle" (my father's older brother).

  The Second Master's name is Zhou Shuhuai, and he has the reputation of being a divine doctor from the Hu family. He is known as Hu San Tai Nai. When it comes to diagnosing illnesses or predicting fortunes, he is extremely skilled. Whenever someone in the village falls ill with an unknown disease that no other doctor can cure, they usually seek out Second Master Zhou. And indeed, Second Master Zhou is highly effective, and most of the time, his patients recover from their illnesses.

  So Yang Lao Er hastily returned and went straight to the Second Master's house.

  In the courtyard, I saw Er Ye's wife and hastily asked: "Er Sao, where is my second brother?"

  Liu Guihua, the wife of Second Master, was a straightforward rural woman. However, over the years, being with Second Master had made her more aware of things. Seeing Yang Lao Er's appearance, she roughly knew what was going on in his mind.

  Because Yang Lao Er and Second Master usually have nothing to do with each other, although they live in the same village, but also distinguish between far and near, kinship and estrangement. When Second Lady saw Yang Lao Er coming, she knew that her family must have provoked some unclean things at home. (Unclean things, in rural areas, refer to fox spirits, white willows, gray mist, and clear wind, etc., Clear Wind refers to lonely souls and wild ghosts.)

  "Second brother, something happened at home. Your second brother has left and won't be back until tonight." Erniang stopped what she was doing and said to Yang Laoer.

  As soon as he heard what his second wife said, Yang Lao Er immediately started pacing back and forth on the spot, rubbing his hands together and saying: "What can be done about this? Second Brother is not even at home."

  "Alright, second brother, how about this: when your second brother comes back, I'll tell him to go find you at home. You should head back now." Second Aunt saw the anxious look on Yang Lao Er's face and felt helpless in her heart.

  Today the second master went to visit an old friend, tonight is also coming back and drinking again, can't say if it's still manageable or not, now can only first send Yang Lao Er away.

  Yang Lao Er also saw that I was of no use at my second uncle's house, and he was still thinking about that yellow-skinned kid in his heart, worried that something would happen at home.

  Since I couldn't find my second uncle and continuing would be useless, the wild grass on the mountain can't be beaten either. It's better to go back early.

  Thinking of this, I opened my mouth and said to my second aunt: "Sister-in-law, when the second brother comes back, you must let him go on a trip. I'll wait for him at home."

  "Alright, don't worry, Second Aunt is handling it, you're still not at ease? Hurry back home and take a look, don't be anxious." My second aunt glared at Yang Lao Er with feigned anger.

  Yang Lao Er walked out of my second uncle's house and took three steps as two steps on the way home. But on the way back, I don't know if it was because of a guilty conscience or a real presence, but he always felt like something was following behind him.

  But Yang Lao Er frequently looked back and glanced around, but still didn't see anything.

  It's probably because he himself was too nervous, and it can't be blamed on Yang Lao Er for being so nervous.

  To know that he cut was a yellow-skinned monkey with white hair on its head, if it were all yellow, then it would be easier to say. I heard from the old man that the yellow-skinned monkey with white hair on its head is already a fairy who has become a spirit. Moreover, the yellow-skinned monkey has a good memory and a small heart, offending them will not bring any good results.

  Although Yang Lao Er did not kill Huang Pizi, he was indeed injured. If he had become a spirit, he would have to suffer for his sins. Provoking Huang Pizi would bring calamity to three generations, and Yang Lao Er's heart was anxious, his feet moving hastily.

  As soon as Yang and his wife returned home and reached the door, they loudly shouted: "Wife, wife..."

  "Don't call me a soulless mother, I'm not dead yet." At this time, a stout and robust Northeastern woman walked out of the house from Yang Lao Er's family.

  Yang Lao Er's wife gives people the first impression that she is a fierce and formidable northeastern old lady, but those who know her well would not think so.

  Yang Lao Er's wife was the kind of woman who looked strong on the outside but was weak inside. In recent years, she had been feeling unwell and had contracted a strange illness that caused her body to start gaining weight uncontrollably.

  At first, Yang Lao Er's wife was the kind of woman with a prominent front and back, a wasp waist and fat buttocks. The old men in the village liked to tease her from time to time, all secretly fantasizing about her in their hearts.

  But since becoming like this, Yang Lao Er's wife's figure has been getting worse day by day. If that were the case, it would be nothing to say, as farmers wouldn't care too much about looks. However, with her body getting fatter, Yang Lao Er's wife's health has also been getting worse day by day, not just her figure but her whole body, because she gets sick every now and then, and this has been going on for years, to the point where she is now taking medicine every day.

  When he heard his wife scolding him as usual, Yang Lao Er immediately put down the heart he had raised, and when he saw his wife walking out with a twisted *** , Yang Lao Er smiled foolishly.

  "What's wrong with you, yelling at the top of your lungs in broad daylight? You've finished harvesting, why are you back so early?" Yang Lao Er's wife asked irritably, feeling annoyed at his appearance.

  Yang Lao Er heard his wife's words and couldn't help but recount the previous events. After finishing, he saw that his wife's face was getting increasingly ugly, and finally she burst out scolding: "Are you blind? You can't even see such a big yellow skin. What else can you do every day? Even hitting grass can cause trouble. Didn't Er Sao say when Er Ge would come back?"

  "It's getting late, I'll be back around evening, I heard from Er Sao that you've gone out." Yang Lao Er didn't dare to talk back, and upon hearing his wife's question, he hastily replied.

  Just as he was about to rush over, he saw that Yang Lao Er's wife's face wasn't its normal rosy color, but rather a blood-red hue, like someone had pinched her neck and the blood had accumulated on her face. When Yang Lao Er saw his wife in this state, he too felt frightened, fearing that if he didn't invite Huang Pizi over first, his own wife would be scared to death.

  He hastily walked to his wife's front, and said in a low voice: "Wife, don't worry, it's not that there's nothing going on. Besides, second brother will be back tonight, and when the time comes, we can ask him and solve it. You mustn't get angry, if you get angry and something happens to you, how can I live in the future?"

  "How you spend your days is how you spend your life, if you die a day earlier, I'll be relieved a day earlier. Living with you, I've suffered for eight lifetimes, why did I marry such an idiot like you in the first place?" Yang Lao Er's wife was furious upon hearing his words, but deep down she was worried that this matter wouldn't be so simple.

  Shaking off Yang Lao Er's hand, she turned around and stormed into the house, while Yang Lao Er followed behind her with a huff, not daring to speak up. After entering the house, seeing that his wife wasn't speaking either, he found a spot at the cooler end of the kang (a type of heated bed) and sat down.

  I stood there speechless, and the sky gradually darkened. My second uncle also slowly returned home, as soon as he arrived, he saw my second aunt sitting on the kang, embroidering shoe soles, and said: "I'm back."

  "Something's happened at the Yangs', Old Second Yang came today, wants you to go take a look. I already agreed for you to go over there this morning." Erniang said with her head down, busy with the work in her hands.

  My second uncle sat on the kang, let out a sigh, this road has been walked enough to be tired, to tell the truth is really not wanting to move. So he said: "Wait a while, I'll rest my feet first, today didn't drink less, the wine is a bit intoxicating."

  At that time, the countryside was poor and there were no motor vehicles like today. No matter how far the road was, it basically relied on foot. If it was daytime, there would generally be horse-drawn carriages or ox carts, but if it was nighttime, then you could only rely on your own two feet to walk back home.

  But what my second uncle didn't know was that just as Yang Lao Er and his wife had finished dinner, something happened at home. A gust of wind blew by, and Yang Lao Er's wife, who had been clearing the table, suddenly seemed to go crazy, throwing the bowls and plates in her hands and on the table.

  She started throwing things wildly on the ground, scaring Yang Lao Er who fell to the ground with a thud. Cursing loudly, he said: "You good-for-nothing old woman, have you gone mad? I tolerated you all day, and now you're still causing trouble at night, is your skin getting too tight?"

  But Yang Lao's daughter-in-law seemed to have not heard it at all, and continued with her activities, making Yang Lao so angry that he really wanted to teach her a lesson. He stepped forward and was about to grab her, but who would have thought that his usually weak wife would dodge him quickly.

  At the same time, he threw a bowl at Yang Lao Er, scaring him so much that if it had hit his face, it would have been even better.

  Yang Lao Er's daughter-in-law turned her face around while throwing the plate, and Yang Lao Er almost peed his pants when he saw that face.

  Damn, that's still his wife's face, the whole thing is just a yellow-skinned face, the entire face looks like it's been squeezed into the middle by a big jar, looking like a living, breathing, human-shaped yellow skin.

  Yang Lao Er's mother suddenly shouted and hastily rushed out of the house, without even putting on her shoes, and ran straight to my Second Uncle's home.