Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn
Chapter 141 - 85: The Little White Jiao’s Abilities (Part 2)

Chapter 141: Chapter 85: The Little White Jiao’s Abilities (Part 2)

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More than half a year later, Xiao Xian finally understood from one of Wang Chunhua’s roundabout scoldings that her grandfather was allowed to live in Ge Village to recover from illness because of his old age. He was still burdened with crimes; otherwise, he would have remained in prison. It was Qian Yongcai who had gone to the city and smeared Zhu Shijun, alleging that after obtaining medical parole, he was still not behaving in the small mountain village, inciting the villagers and disrupting the village’s election affairs.

The police station specifically came to take a statement and required Zhu Shijun to report to the station every month.

"Master Shanyin, what is a corrupt official?" After hearing about the incident, Xiao Xian asked several people, but neither Uncle San Gouzi nor the village chief could give an answer. In the end, Xiao Xian had no choice but to ask the Great Monk in the temple.

"Corrupt official... bad," Taohua, who had begun to babble, spoke unclearly, and who knew if she still retained memories from her past life. Little Taozhi was learning to walk and talk earlier than other children her age, with her little face chubby and pink, like a plump dumpling.

"Taohua, don’t talk nonsense," Master Shanyin was a monk, which did not mean he was unaware of worldly affairs. The embarrassing status of Zhu Shijun was known among the Han people. If he did not clarify it to Xiao Xian, she would probably rack her brains endlessly.

"Buddhism teaches that we must not covet. Your grandfather is a good man, but even good men can make mistakes," Master Shanyin tried his best to explain. This problem was even more difficult than the most complex Buddhist scriptures.

"Corrupt official...good," Little Taozhi was still trying hard to speak on the side.

"Master, you are wrong," Xiao Xian shook her head, "My grandfather is a good man, he is not a corrupt official."

"Let bygones be bygones, Xiao Xian, one must not cling too doggedly to matters," the Great Monk said with his hands clasped together, shaking his head.

Little Taozhi shook her head as if a bobblehead doll.

"You little fence-sitter," Xiao Xian said with a mix of frustration and amusement, pinching Taozhi’s little nose, "Master, you are wrong again. My grandfather said that in anything we do, we must persever. Right is right, wrong is wrong, and one must always be clear-headed."

This time, Little Taozhi did not shake her head; instead, she opened her little mouth wide and started clapping her hands.

Master Shanyin couldn’t make Xiao Xian understand the meaning of a corrupt official, but Xiao Xian summarized it for herself. People like Qian Yongcai, his brother, and Qian Duoduo were corrupt officials, who preyed on the villagers and did not serve the people; even coming to Ge Village to help plant rice was not enough to redeem them.

The weekend following the discussion about corrupt officials with Master Shanyin coincided with Zhu Shijun’s reporting day at Guiyang Police Station. Before leaving, the old man specifically asked Xiao Xian if there was anything she wanted to buy. Worried about Xiao Xian staying alone at night, he made a point to ask Sister-in-law Lian to keep her company.

Sister-in-law Lian agreed and spent the day watching over Xiao Xian, refusing to leave the entrance of the room. Xiao Xian pretended to do homework, exchanging occasional words with Sister-in-law Lian. In the afternoon, Xiao Xian said she was going to visit Miao Village as Yezi had been gone for over half a year to broaden his horizons, and he should be back by now. If she played too late, she would not come home to sleep tonight.

After hearing this, Sister-in-law Lian inevitably nagged, saying that Yezi was a boy and Xiao Xian was a girl; it was fine now that both were still young, but once they grew up, it would be improper. Before Sister-in-law Lian could finish imparting this "enlightenment education" about propriety between men and women, Xiao Xian had already slipped away without a trace.

"This kid, how can she hop faster than a rabbit. But that child is also pitiful. Every time the old man comes back from the police station, he looks gloomy; surely he must have been interrogated by the police. May Buddha bless him and not let the old man be taken back to prison," Sister-in-law Lian murmured, locking the doors of the Zhu Family’s house.

After leaving home, Xiao Xian didn’t head straight for Miao Village but stopped above White Dragon Pond. Yezi had said he would be gone for a year, and since it was now spring, he surely hadn’t returned.

The rope bridge leading to Miao Village had been repaired. The newly fixed bridge was very sturdy, reinforced with steel frames in addition to wooden planks and metal nails. Running across it would not cause any shaking. Speaking of the bridge, Xiao Xian recalled a funny incident; it was funded by people from Miao Village.

Not long after the bridge was fixed, Qian Duoduo couldn’t wait to charge up to Miao Village to settle his score with the Great Wizard, but before he could get close, he got lost and hit the ghost wall. Getting struck by the ghost wall, he disappeared entirely, and it wasn’t until his mother Wang Chunhua couldn’t find her son and begged the village chief of Miao Village like praying to a Bodhisattva that they let her son out.

Qian Duoduo, who emerged from the maze of the ghost wall, had lost over twenty pounds, with sunken eyes, as if he had been bewitched, constantly claiming to have seen ghosts. It wasn’t long before Wang Chunhua moved out of Ge Village to the town to take care of her son, and who knows if his madness has healed or not.

This incident also confirmed a principle: offend anyone, but never offend a woman.

Reaching the middle of the rope bridge, Xiao Xian looked around to make sure there were no villagers or Miao people chopping wood or farming nearby, "Dumplings, it’s your turn to do some work."

First, ripples appeared on the pond, and then those ripples churned into several splashes. As the splashes rolled up, a wronged-looking White Flood Dragon appeared above the water, "Little Master, could you please not call me dumplings? I am clearly a mighty White Flood Dragon."

"When you cultivate into a dragon, you can change your name. Show some spirit," Xiao Xian commanded as if she was directing the world, "Speaking of which, I forgot to ask you last time, can you fly?"

"Little Master, how could you insult me? Have you ever seen a dragon that can’t fly?" Little White Jiao was very dissatisfied.

"Watch your words, you’re an out-and-out jiao. So you can fly, can you carry someone?" Xiao Xian’s words were relentless. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your monthly and recommendation tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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