deltrittennovels #580 - Flower Dew
#580 - Flower Dew
The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the gaps in the leaves and fell on the ground. In Tang Yin's mind, a thought about spiders suddenly flashed. One of the guardian beasts of the Thousand Bright Gods should be a spider, right? He remembered Wang Lina mentioning that the Hualu family was the house of spiders.
Hualu stopped and looked up at the gradually darkening sky, her voice carrying a hint of mystery: "The aura of the Yellow Springs will flow from the river of divinity into the human world, eroding the human spirit."
She turned around, her moon-like clear eyes staring straight at Tang Yin: "To protect the dreams of the villagers, the Hualu family has always been responsible for keeping watch at night."
Tang Yin nodded thoughtfully. In that case, the duty of the Hualu family is somewhat similar to modern police night patrols. No wonder even today, the Hua family still maintains a non-negligible authority in the village.
Looking at Hualu's swaying gait, Tang Yin couldn't help but ask: "Is it because you always fall at night, so you changed to patrolling during the day?"
"Oh oh oh..." Hualu responded hesitantly, her eyes darting around.
Tang Yin looked at her like this and couldn't help but worry. Then he thought of another question: "By the way, do those who are now called elders all have similar inheritances?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Hualu's eyes: "Yes, you know a lot."
Tang Yin coughed lightly, pretending to say casually: "...I came from Baifeng Village, the Qin family...that, looks very powerful."
"The Qin family is the house of apes, the fire keepers of the water field." Hualu's tone suddenly became serious.
Water field! This word made Tang Yin's spirits lift. He tentatively asked, "Is it because of the rule prohibiting fire, so you can only use it secretly?"
"Yes, legend has it that the water field is just a disguise, and the apes are actually handing over the fire to humans there..." Hualu's voice was soft, as if telling an ancient legend.
Tang Yin suddenly understood, which explained why the Qin family was able to control the entire diet of Baifeng Village, and thus hold great power. He also thought of the people he met before: "Are the Qian Jin family, whom I met just now, also elders?"
"The Qian Jin family is the house of crows, the carrion eaters of the flying eaves." Hualu's voice was calm, but her words carried a strange meaning.
"...I don't understand." Tang Yin frowned.
Hualu blinked and explained, "Confirming whether the corpse is a Yellow Springs person."
Coroner? Tang Yin thought, this duty doesn't seem very important.
But Hualu's next words changed his mind: "Actually, they are also pharmacists. Aconite, also known as wolfsbane, can only be used by their family."
This sentence reminded Tang Yin of what Tong Xiaoliang once said: "After all, the Qian Jin family is the house of pharmacists." So that's how it is, a family that controls the right to use highly poisonous drugs, its status is naturally not to be underestimated.
As night deepened, the evening breeze gently brushed Tang Yin's face. He carefully chewed on the information Hualu had just revealed, and everything seemed to become clearer. Autopsy technology, as a branch of medicine, coupled with the privilege of exclusively controlling the use of poisonous herbs, it's no wonder that the Qian Jin family can gain such a lofty position in this land.
Under the moonlight, Tang Yin's eyes sparkled with the light of knowledge. He asked softly, "Is that so...then what about the remaining family?"
"The Zhao family." Hualu's voice was as light as a cicada's chirp.
Tang Yin nodded slightly, this was indeed the last family he had not yet met. Just as he was thinking, Hualu continued: "...Snakes are the guardians of the warehouse."
"...Food warehouse?" Tang Yin asked subconsciously.
Hualu shook her head, the moonlight casting a faint glow on her slightly pale face: "No, the warehouse here means watchtower."
"Is that related to military affairs?" A trace of vigilance flashed in Tang Yin's eyes.
Hualu quietly gazed into the distance, as if recalling something: "No, in the past, they built watchtowers to observe the stars, formulate calendars, predict the weather, and guide farming." She paused and continued: "Their functions were enough to inspire awe, and later they naturally became the priests of the Thousand Bright Gods."
"--I see." Tang Yin suddenly understood.
Isn't this equivalent to modern meteorologists? He thought to himself. In ancient times, astronomy and meteorology were inseparable from divination. The ability to predict the future and avoid harm was undoubtedly regarded as a supernatural power at the time.
The stars twinkled in the night sky. Tang Yin looked up at the sky and suddenly understood why the Zhao family was able to obtain such a lofty position. In this land based on farming, the harvest of crops was related to the life and death of thousands of households. Those who could accurately predict the weather and guide farming would naturally become the leaders of mankind.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Yin said from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you for telling me these things. I didn't expect the history of this land to be so long. I should fall in love with this place."
Under the moonlight, a trace of surprise flashed in Hualu's eyes: "...Is that so? It's the first time I've heard someone say that." Her voice carried a hint of imperceptible tenderness.
"Really? But this place is really interesting." Tang Yin said with a smile, his eyes revealing a sincere look.
Hualu lowered her head, as if thinking about something: "I haven't said these words to people outside Baifeng Village."
Hearing this sentence, Tang Yin's heart moved. Last time his question was politely rejected by her. Now that he thinks about it, it was indeed the right decision to sneak in here. The night breeze gently blew, bringing the faint sound of insects in the distance, as if witnessing this special moment.
Hualu's figure standing in the moonlight was particularly cold, but with an unspeakable sense of intimacy. Tang Yin looked at her profile and suddenly realized that he seemed to have touched the deepest secrets of this mysterious land. As night deepened, the stars twinkled, and this quiet night seemed to be revealing more unknown stories to him.
The path shrouded in the night was winding and twisting, and Hualu's figure looked particularly ethereal in the moonlight. She suddenly stopped and turned to Tang Yin and said, "We've walked all this way, this is it."
Tang Yin looked around. Unknowingly, they had indeed walked a long distance. "We've indeed walked quite a distance." He responded casually, his tone carrying a bit of banter.
Hualu's cheeks suddenly flushed red, and her voice was so soft that it almost dissipated in the night breeze: "...No, we didn't do anything strange."
Tang Yin was speechless for a moment, and sighed inwardly that this girl's brain circuit was really unpredictable. She always managed to understand the topics he casually threw out in completely different directions, as if hitting an ordinary curveball into another dimension. This kind of unconstrained imagination was truly amazing.
Under the moonlight, a wooden hut stood quietly in front of them. The architectural style was similar to the houses near the square, simple and full of the traces of time. Although it was old, the overall structure still looked solid, and the wooden structure showed the craftsman's exquisite craftsmanship.
"Actually, most of the land in Baifeng Village is privately owned by the Qin, Qian, and Hua families." Hualu's voice broke the silence of the night. She paused and continued: "Actually, the entire Baifeng Village used to be privately owned by the Zhao family. So the village chiefs of all generations are from the Zhao family."
Tang Yin nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "In other words, this is your land, Hualu?"
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh..." Hualu suddenly made a series of meaningless sounds, leaving Tang Yin at a loss.
"...Ah, sorry, I shouldn't have called you so intimately." Tang Yin realized his rudeness in calling her by her first name.
Hualu lowered her head, the moonlight casting fine shadows on her hair: "...No, it's nothing, this land is indeed mine." Her voice gradually calmed down, "Until a while ago, someone still lived here."
The air suddenly became heavy. Tang Yin asked softly, "Has he passed away now?"
"Yes, he died of old age." Hualu's tone was flat, but it shocked Tang Yin's heart. In this strange Mist-Hidden Village, being able to peacefully complete the last journey of life may also be a rare kind of luck.
"...Do you mind? The room has already been cleaned up." Hualu's voice carried a hint of probing.
Tang Yin struggled inwardly. It would be a lie to say he didn't mind, after all, this used to be the residence of a deceased person. But in the current situation, it seems that he can't be too picky. "Let's take a look first." He thought to himself.
Pushing open the creaking wooden door, the scene inside the house gradually became clear. Although the interior decoration was dilapidated, and the surface of the wood was covered with scars left by the years, the whole room was unexpectedly clean and tidy. There was no garbage accumulation, and no traces of dust could be seen.
The grass mat on the ground was as new as ever, although Tang Yin thought it would be best to replace it. He carefully looked at the floor, and was glad to find that there were no strange human-shaped marks that often appeared in horror movies.
Although there were no daily necessities in the house, bedding and other necessities should be able to be borrowed. Looking at the room that was about to become his temporary residence, Tang Yin's mood was complex and subtle. The moonlight shone in through the window lattices, casting mottled shadows on the floor, as if telling the story of this small house.
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In the hazy moonlight, Tang Yin stood in the simple wooden house, his eyes swept across the mottled walls, thinking about the most basic living problems: "For bathing..."
Hualu stood by the door, the moonlight shining through the window lattices and casting fine shadows on her fair face. She replied softly: "...I think the gas has probably been removed."
"That's not good, it'll be troublesome if it's foggy." Tang Yin frowned. In this strange village, keeping clean seemed to be a problem.
Hualu tilted her head, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall. She pointed to the corner: "...Washing? There's a bucket there, just fetch some well water and wipe your body clean." Her voice was soft, with a hint of uncertainty.
"Is that okay?" Tang Yin asked in surprise. Having lived in modern society for so long, he found it difficult to accept such a primitive cleaning method for a while.
"Yes, I heard that Baifeng Village never had the habit of bathing." Hualu's voice carried a hint of nostalgia.
Tang Yin suddenly understood: "...Ah, that's right, after all, only the water field can make fire." This closed mountain village seemed to retain many ancient ways of life.
"That's how it is." Hualu nodded, her silhouette looking particularly soft in the moonlight.
Tang Yin calculated in his mind that it seemed that the basic living problems had been solved. He turned to Hualu, his eyes filled with gratitude: "Can I really use this small house?"
Hualu's eyes lit up: "Yes, it's not in vain for my usual cleaning."
"...Hey, did you do it yourself?" Tang Yin looked around in surprise, no wonder the house was old but clean and tidy.
Hualu's expression suddenly became serious: "...Purifying pollution is also one of the Hua family's missions." She paused, her voice lowered, "And, moving your hands more can also change your mood."
"Do you have any worries?" Tang Yin asked subconsciously, and then realized that he might have crossed the line.
Hualu fell silent, the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
"...Sorry, I said too much." Tang Yin quickly apologized.
"...It's okay, it's nothing big." Hualu shook her head, "Just a little uneasy about what's going to happen in the future."
She turned to look out the window, her eyes piercing through the layers of night, staring at the deep canyon. No, rather than looking at the mountains, it was as if her gaze was fixed on the canyon itself, and the winding river valley of divinity.
Tang Yin watched her profile and suddenly thought of a question: "...You just said that the Zhao family are the guardians of the warehouse, are they still doing weather forecasts now?" Although this question might be a bit abrupt, he couldn't help but be curious.
Hualu's voice carried a hint of mystery: "...Festivals are held in spring and autumn, and they will still offer sacrificial dances and chant prayers, praying for a good harvest." She continued: "It is said to be imitating ancient rituals, but fortunately, there hasn't been a serious drought or famine for a long time."
"...I see, then in a sense, this ritual can be said to be foolproof." Tang Yin said thoughtfully.
"Granny Rong knows a lot about these things. If you ask her, she will be very happy." Hualu suggested, a hint of warmth flashing in her eyes.
As night deepened, Tang Yin looked at the time: "...Okay, it's almost time, Hualu, I'm really grateful, I will repay your kindness."
"Hē ō ō...No, I should be thanking you. Thanks to your help for that embarrassing accident before." Hualu suddenly became uneasy, her cheeks flushed.
Tang Yin's heart tightened. Could it be that she was still minding what happened before?
"...Although a lot of things have happened, please continue to guide me in the future. If you need any help, you can come to me at any time." He said sincerely.
"Mr. Tang Yin..." Hualu's voice carried a hint of shyness.
"Ah, by the way, I'm not a big shot, don't be so restrained, just call me by my name." Tang Yin said gently.
"Hē ō ō ō ō ō." Hualu suddenly made a string of meaningless sounds.
"Tang Yin, no no, Mr. Tang Yin, that, please feel free to call me as well." She stuttered, as if caught in some kind of chaotic state.
Tang Yin was stunned, wondering if he had inadvertently triggered some kind of terrible flag. Under the moonlight, Hualu's flustered appearance actually added a bit of warmth to this strange night.