Misfortune ghosts are the most ill-omened beings.
If they enter a household, disasters are sure to follow endlessly!
Little Nuobao was just wondering why two such ghosts were in their home when the pitch-black "misfortune ghost" also noticed her and drifted over, wanting to sniff this little milk dumpling.
But as soon as it drew near, both ghosts were so terrified they spewed black mist.
Wuwu… isn't this the one worshipped by the Mystic Sect…
Why is she pretending to be a little sprout? Must be a trap! Scared the ghosts out of us!!
Seeing the two ghosts convulsing in fright and darting about frantically to hide, Little Nuobao threateningly raised her tiny foot and took a big chomp at them.
Behave, or I'll bite you to death!
Soon, both misfortune ghosts wilted in fear, and Little Nuobao easily discerned their origins.
It turned out these two ghosts had been drawn in by the second branch of the family. They were formed from the resentment of a beggor beaten to death by Jiang Dahe and should have haunted the second branch.
But who would have thought that a few years ago, Old Lady Jiang had sought a Taoist priest to resolve this. Using the method of installing new roof beams and building a new house, he sealed the ghosts here, trapping them for a hundred years.
Before leaving, the Taoist priest had repeatedly warned that this house must not be inhabited. Yet Old Lady Jiang, fearing that without someone to bear this karmic burden for the second branch, her second son's fortune would be ruined,
deliberately gave this new house to the third branch to live in, so that Feng Shi's family would suffer all the misfortune meant for the second branch.
At the same time, she could use the property deed to control them, ensuring that even after Jiang Dashan had divided from the family, he would still have to keep working for the first and second branches.
And from that time on, Feng Shi's household faced constant setbacks.
First, they lost Jiang Dashan. Then, Feng Shi's third son, Jiang Fengze, was seized by soldiers on the street and conscripted as a laborer—his fate remains unknown to this day.
Later, the eldest daughter-in-law, Sun Chunxue, fell in the fields and miscarried a five-month-old fetus.
All these misfortunes stemmed from Old Lady Jiang…
After understanding her family's plight, Little Nuobao clenched her milk teeth so hard they nearly ground audibly.
How could anyone bully others like this?
That Old Lady Jiang is even more black-hearted than those people from the Shen Manor!
Having suffered herself, Little Nuobao naturally wanted to stand up for her family.
She puffed out her little cheeks. Thankfully, she was here now. From now on, such wicked schemes would never enter their home again.
Little Nuobao extended two fingers and swiftly gestured at the "two ghosts." Suddenly freed from the roof beams, the two ghosts whooshed out of the house.
The next moment, a pained scream rang out from outside!
"Ahhh! My arm!"
Jiang Dahai was raising a pickaxe, intending to smash the door, when his strength suddenly faltered. The pickaxe in his hands inexplicably swung toward Jiang Dahe beside him.
The blow landed heavily.
Clutching his broken arm, Jiang Dahe's eyes nearly bulged out of his head: "It hurts, it hurts so much, ahhh! Big brother, are your eyeballs just for decoration? Why did you hit me!"
Blood streamed down his arm without stopping. The broken bone pierced through the flesh, revealing a large, gaping wound.
The intense pain twisted his face, and his wails echoed throughout the entire village.
Jiang Dahai broke out in a cold sweat, staring bewildered at his hands: "…What just happened to me? That shouldn't have… Second brother, I really didn't mean to."
Old Lady Jiang spat at her eldest son in fury: "Are you blind, eldest? Do you want to kill your mother with anger! Second son, let Mother see quickly!"
She hurried toward Jiang Dahe, but suddenly her feet slipped. Already unsteady on her legs, she took a heavy fall.
"Mother!" The eldest son and his wife reached out to support her.
But it was already too late.
With a loud "thud," Old Lady Jiang's head hit the pig trough in the yard. Her eyes rolled back, and her body began to convulse violently.
A large pool of dark red, sticky blood gushed from her head, emitting a foul, fishy odor.
The eldest son and his wife were terrified out of their wits. They dropped Old Lady Jiang to the side and collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably.
"Mother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your son like this…"
Feng Shi was momentarily stunned by the sight.
But she quickly regained her composure, sneered coldly, then put away the sickle in her hand and called Jiang Fenghu over.
"Tiger, you run fast. Go quickly and call people from the village. Tell them your grandmother bullied the orphaned mother and child, and now she's possessed by a ghost, trying to take the lives of her two sons!"
"Alright!" Jiang Fenghu replied cheerfully.
In truth, Feng Shi was just making it up on the spot, taking advantage of their misfortune to let the whole village witness their disgrace.
If that old hag were to die right then, at least it would provide some entertainment when the whole village gathered for the funeral feast.
Inside the house, Little Nuobao giggled happily, sucking on her fingers and blowing two big bubbles of drool.
This mother is so clever—even making up a wild story, she managed to get most of it right.
Listening to the growing commotion in the yard and the increasing number of villagers gathering to watch, Little Nuobao knew that her mother and brother would not be bullied again tonight.
Satisfied, she patted her little belly, and a hint of drowsiness appeared on her fair, tofu-like face.
"Mmm… so tired from all the shouting today~" Little Nuobao yawned, then quickly curled up under the covers and fell into a deep sleep.
The Jiang Family continued to make a fuss until late into the night.
When the villagers heard that Old Lady Jiang, the old troublemaker, had gotten into trouble, none of them were worried. Instead, they felt that heaven had finally opened its eyes.
They had long pitied the plight of the Jiang Family's third branch.
Now, they eagerly brought sunflower seeds and small stools to come and watch the spectacle.
Feng Shi left her suffering mother-in-law to her fate, focusing instead on sharing the good news of her newly acquired daughter with the villagers she usually got along with.
"My precious baby is so beautiful. I'll bring her out for you to see during the day," Feng Shi said with a smile, holding a handful of sunflower seeds.
"Daughters are different from sons. Stinky brothers are nowhere near as sweet as little sisters! I don't dare bring her out for everyone to see—what if you all try to snatch her away?" Jiang Fenghu picked up a pot of cold boiled water and white porcelain bowls, pouring water for the uncles and aunts one by one.
In the end, after everyone had chatted until they were tired, it was the Village Chief who, fearing a loss of life, arranged for an ox cart to take Old Lady Jiang and Jiang Dahe to the medical clinic in town.
As for the eldest son and his wife, they couldn't bear the villagers' pointing and whispering. Red-faced, they sneaked back home.
After seeing off the villagers, Feng Shi stood with her hands on her hips, feeling immensely satisfied.
When she entered the house, she saw her daughter sleeping soundly with her little mouth pouted, and her heart felt even more at ease.
"You're truly Mother's precious treasure. Ever since you came to our family, everything has been so much smoother," Feng Shi said, tucking Little Nuobao into the covers and gazing at her adoringly.
Just then, Chun Ge'er, squinting his eyes, tried to burrow into his grandmother's arms.
Feng Shi promptly lifted Chun Ge'er out of the covers. "Go on, you little bed-wetter. What if you pee all over your little auntie in the middle of the night and wash her away? You'd better wait and cuddle with your father."
Chun Ge'er opened his little mouth, sucking on the air with a pitiful, aggrieved expression.
Alas, he hadn't even had a drop of milk all day—what could he possibly have to pee out…