PCJ – Chapter 41 Release

“Mom, that Weasel looks so pitiful. Can we save it?” Zhang Jiaohua looked at the Weasel shedding tears continuously, feeling sour in his heart, and tugged at his mother’s hand.

“No.” For Liu Qiangye, her child was the only thing she needed to consider.

Zhang Youping walked over. “Let Jiaohua go.”

Although he didn’t want others to look at his child with strange eyes, after all, Jiaohua was different. But Zhang Youping also felt that it might not be bad for Jiaohua to be different. At least he wasn’t ordinary.

“But…” Liu Qiangye looked at the man somewhat puzzled.

Zhang Youping nodded to his wife. “Let him go.”

“Mom…” Zhang Jiaohua looked at the pitiful eyes of the Weasel pinched in Grandpa Ji’s hands, feeling an irresistible urge to save it. It seemed like one of his playmates. Zhang Jiaohua could even recall the day of the accident, when his playmates kept calling out to him in his dreams. If he had woken up that day and called the villagers to save them in time, maybe the outcome would have been different.

Since that day, in a short time, Zhang Jiaohua matured a lot and began to understand what death meant. Those playmates who had been with him just a few days ago were different now. Zhang Jiaohua seemed to feel the same look in the eyes of the Weasel at this moment, perhaps similar to the last look of those playmates that day. They hoped so much that he could be their savior.

Liu Qiangye let go of her child’s hand and said softly, “Go.”

Liu Qiangye always obeyed the man’s decisions, although she might still feel that the man’s decision this time might not necessarily be correct. But she always hesitated to embarrass the man in front of others.

Zhang Jiwang had been waiting for Liu Qiangye’s words. He didn’t want to be the executioner of the Weasel’s final fate.

“Yuping, Qiangye, you’ve made up your mind. Don’t blame me when something happens. I’m already old. If these Weasels dare to do something extreme, I won’t mind risking my life.” Zhang Jiwang said in a low voice, his hand involuntarily exerting more force.

Hearing Zhang Jiwang’s words, the Weasel suddenly shrank its neck and trembled.

“Grandpa Ji, let me handle it. My parents agree.” Zhang Jiaohua ran to Grandpa Ji.

Zhang Youping and his wife also nodded.

“Alright. Jiaohua, be careful. When a dog is anxious, it bites people. If this thing is provoked, it dares to bite.” Zhang Jiwang reminded.

Zhang Jiaohua took the Weasel from Zhang Jiwang’s hands, and surprisingly, the Weasel remained still in Zhang Jiaohua’s hands.

Zhang Jiaohua put the Weasel on the ground, and it didn’t immediately run away.

What happened next was even more astonishing. The Weasel actually stood up, its two front paws making a bowing motion, looking just like a child.

“What’s this?” Zhang Jiwang stared blankly at the scene before him.

The villagers were all amazed. They didn’t expect a Weasel to have such intelligence. At the same time, they became more convinced that Zhang Jiaohua was the kind of person who could communicate with spirits. People who could communicate with spirits could communicate between the yin and yang, and with spirits. Ordinary people revered spirits but never wanted to interact with such spirit communicators.

“You can go now. Don’t come back to the village again.” Zhang Jiaohua said.

The Weasel turned around, took a few steps, then turned back to bow to Zhang Jiaohua. Then it disappeared into the woods.

Zhang Benrui and his wife moved out of Zhang Jiaohua’s house that day and went to his brother’s house. Each household in the village donated some money to help Zhang Benrui’s family. In the countryside, when a family suffers a disaster, the villagers never stand idly by.

Llife is too fragile in nature. Vulnerable groups must learn to help each other to survive in any difficult situation.

The reason why Zhang Benrui and his wife left Zhang Jiaohua’s home so quickly was not because they were afraid of causing trouble for Zhang Jiaohua’s family, but because they were afraid of Zhang Jiaohua. He could easily drive the possessed spirit out of Ma Jinxiu’s body. Even the spirit communicator Huang Shulang was so afraid of Zhang Jiaohua.

The resolute attitude of Zhang Benrui and his wife leaving surprised Zhang Youping and his wife. This was completely inconsistent with Zhang Benrui and his wife’s character. Could it be that they had changed after experiencing this ordeal?

The next day, Zhang Jiaohua received even more severe criticism from the villagers at school.

Although they didn’t dare to say anything in front of Zhang Jiaohua, it didn’t stop them from gossiping behind his back.

Zhang Jiaohua was used to playing by himself. Sometimes, he would catch a grasshopper in the mountains behind the school and count how many pairs of wings it had. He would open an anthill and study why ants, which were the same species, could be so different. Sometimes, he would pick a few flowers and wear them on his ears, seeing if butterflies would mistake him for a flower…

Meizi Village Elementary School was also a very important relay station for information dissemination in Meizi Village. As an important member of this relay station, Gong Ziyuan’s information channels were naturally very smooth. During lunch in the cafeteria, the new teacher, Gong Ziyuan, learned about Zhang Jiaohua’s legendary story from several local private teachers in Meizi Village.

As a deeply rooted materialist, Gong Ziyuan always had a disdainful attitude towards such rumors. But many times, when a person says something, it might not be believable. But if countless people keep saying the same thing in your ear, there won’t be too many people who can remain calm. Gong Ziyuan began to doubt. He wanted to investigate this matter thoroughly. So Zhang Jiaohua appeared in his office.

“The whole school is talking about your story now. Tell the teacher, is it true that the weasel turned into a spirit? Gong Ziyuan asked.

“I don’t know,” Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head, feeling sorry for the teacher, but his mother didn’t allow him to tell the truth.

“You don’t know?” Gong Ziyuan felt somewhat at a loss. “Didn’t the kids in your village say you used magic to save your neighbor?”

“I don’t know,” Zhang Jiaohua was also embarrassed. His mother didn’t allow him to tell the truth, but she didn’t tell him how to lie either.

“Then why did you let the weasel go?” Gong Ziyuan felt powerless. If the child had said something mystical, perhaps he could have analyzed Zhang Jiaohua’s words better, but since the child wasn’t playing by the rules, what could he do?

Zhang Jiaohua almost said “I don’t know” again, but as the words were about to come out, he suddenly realized that he could answer this question. “That weasel looked so pitiful. I even saw it shedding tears.”

“I see,” Gong Ziyuan nodded. It was just a case of misinformation. The world truly operates on materialism.