"In order to prevent the boar from remembering that incident, someone came up with a method, saying that they would kill and eat the newly born female piglets,"

This way, not only does it stop the boar's thoughts, but you can also eat the meat.

"That way, the little pigs became fewer and fewer, until there were almost none left."

"That person's mother-in-law raised pigs for many years, she seems to know some things."

Once again, it gave birth, and when the little piglets were taken away as usual, the sow bit the man's pants leg to prevent him from leaving.

"I heard that the sea in their eyes flowed out tears..."

The male homeowner, of course, ignored him and wanted to leave. The sow then bit the male homeowner.

“The male owner was immediately enraged, grabbing a hammer and smashing it into the sow's head. Perhaps his strength was not well-controlled, and the sow died.”

After hearing Lao Mo's words, Yang Ruqing frowned.

Damo's eyes welled up, "That pig woman understands what's going on, she's so pitiful. How could that man do this to her!"

The old mill sighed, "There's more to this story."

After that, if anyone in our village had a girl baby, they would just throw her away and it wouldn't be a problem.

“If any family is unwilling to give up their daughter, that family will suffer one misfortune after another.”

“The pillar of the family is dead, the son is dead, if he doesn't die crippled, he will be disabled, sick, half-dead and dying…”

Later, there were also rumors that someone had seen the dead pig demoness in a valley at the back of the village.

"It is said to be a human body with a pig's head, who every noon carries a bucket and comes out to feed the little pigs..."

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After hearing the old miller's words, Yang Ruohua was stunned.

These kinds of things, like mountain spirits and goblins, she definitely wouldn't have believed before.

Now...this world is full of strange things, many things we don't know about. The unknown realm is vast and boundless...

“Because those families who are willing to raise their daughters have been plagued by misfortune, while those who abandoned their daughters seem unaffected, people think this is the revenge of the Pig Demoness?” Yang Ruqing asked.

The old man nodded.

Yang Ruqing fell silent.

Da Mo thought of something and asked Lao Mo, "Brother, I have a question for you. Please don't get angry, okay?"

Old Mo glared at Little Mo. "You know that question is meant to provoke me, yet you ask it anyway?"

Da Mo sighed, his mouth contorting in pain. The sigh caused a twinge of pain at the wound.

“Don’t ask, I can’t hold it in.” he said.

"Brother, sister-in-law is about to give birth. If she gives birth to a boy, there's no problem."

"If it were a girl, what... would you do about it?"

"Could it be... that he's like the black mule, accidentally killing his own daughter with his own hands? Brother, could you do that?" Damu asked.

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When Lao Mo heard this, he glared fiercely at Da Mo.

“What are you asking about? You're stirring up trouble where there is none!” he said.

He sat there smoking a dry pipe, ignoring the question directly, but the tangle on his face was impossible to hide.

Da Mo saw the situation and didn't dodge or ask anything.

He glanced at Yang Ruohong, and Yang Ruohong shook her head at him secretly.

Da Mo didn't ask any further, stood up and said, "Brother, let's all rest."

The old mill grunted.

Da Mo had just taken two steps when he suddenly said, "By the way, brother, what are your plans tomorrow? If you have nothing scheduled, I'll go hunting in the mountains with Xiao Tang."

The old grinder waved his hand and said, "All the peanuts are dug up, you guys go now."

That night, Yang Ruqing did not go out to supervise Tuoba Ling.

Instead, he lay in bed tossing and turning, his mind filled with the image of the Black Mule raising the little baby girl above his head, about to smash her to the ground.

This matter had quite an impact on her.

This village, in fact, most of the people can't marry wives. Poverty is one aspect.

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The most important point is their bad attitude towards women.

Yang Ruoheng is a person, not a god. She can't change the whole village's way of thinking.

Especially these concepts in the village are passed down from generation to generation, deeply rooted.

She was just thinking, if the black stallion truly couldn't accommodate the little girl, could she take the little girl away?

Children are innocent; she has just arrived in this world and hasn't had time to do many things.

No one has the right to deprive her of her power.

Even one's own father wouldn't be allowed to do that!

There's also Tang Aya, she hasn't come over for a whole day and night.

Something must have happened at his place, otherwise he wouldn't miss this.

Changping Village.

At this time, it was bedtime, and many households in the village had fallen into a deep sleep.

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But Yang Ruqing and Luofengtang's courtyard was brightly lit.

In the main hall, Lu Tiejiang was held down on that reclining chair by Lao Yangtou and Lao Suntou Wang Hongquan and several others. They wouldn't let him get up, insisting he drink a bowl of red sugar water first.

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On the sidelines, Wang Cuilian, Sun Shi, and several other women were all there weeping.

Tuoba Xian wasn't in the main hall; she had gone to the small Buddhist shrine in the backyard. For both day and night, she spent her time there.

In addition to these people, there were others in the hall.

Yang Ruolan, Xiao Yaxue, Guihua Doyun Zhao Liu'er, all came.

　　They all looked very unwell, each with a worried expression on their faces.

Mrs. Sun was even crying so hard her eyes were swollen.

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"My god, Chen'er is lost! If the baby gets lost again, when my wife Qing'er comes back, how am I going to get over this hurdle?"

Mrs. Sun cried, her whole body trembling violently. She looked as if she were about to collapse.

On the chaise lounge, Luo Tiejiang struggled to get down and was about to kowtow to Mrs. Sun to apologize.

"It's my fault. I took the baby to town for the market, and when my eyes blinked for just a moment, the baby was gone..."

"Let me go find the baby! If I can't bring it back, I will die to atone for it!"

The blacksmith Lu Tie was emaciated, his face sunken with deep eye sockets and prominent cheekbones. His beard had grown wild around his mouth.

Under the weight of anxiety, worry, deep self-blame and remorse, his whole face turned red.

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Whatever he looked at, it all seemed annoying and made him impatient. All he could think about was going to find Lao Bao.

But as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy and everything went black. He fainted.

The house was once again in disarray.

“Hurry, hurry, pinch his center.” Someone in the crowd said.

When he pinched Luo Tiejiang's center of the forehead, he woke up. After waking up, he continued to blame himself, feel remorseful, and slap himself in the face.

Wang Cuilian hugged Luotiejian's hand, and she too cried like a tearful person: "Don't be like this, Tang Ya Zi and the others took all the young men from the village to look for him, our baby is lucky, he will definitely be found!" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

The blacksmith still cried.

“It’s been a day and two nights, my child has been missing for a day and two nights now, there's still no news, where are you my granddaughter?”

"Grandpa, I'm so sorry!"

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The room was in disarray again.

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Despair and anxiety, like an invisible fog, hung over everyone.

People even wondered why Heaven would torment Qing'er and Tang Yazi like this.

Having lost a son, it was such a joy to finally raise a daughter who is now over five years old. She's both lively and intelligent, and everyone loves her.

If such a good child were lost, Qing'er would probably go crazy. These families would be ruined too, oh dear!

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