My Life: Narrative of Chu Ma Xian

In 1958, in Kaoshan Village, Heilongjiang Province, I, Li Xiulian, was said to have "immortal bones" at the age of six - she would see a fairy when she had a fever and could hear the crow of chickens, but the people in the village poked her "evil nature" into her spine. When the criticism meeting was staged, it was Brother Jianjun who rushed up to protect me; secretly helping people find children and relieving disasters, Grandma Wang taught me "Don't be greedy for money, don't harm others"; on the day when the church was established, the word "" fell out of the incense ashes, slapping all the doubters in the face. From the adobe house to the brick house, from the disliked "weird girl" to the trusted "Aunt Lian" of the people in the village, I abide by the rules of the Xian family and protect the people of the black land. The grandson's little fingerprints on the hall table, Yadan's kowtow after taking the cinnabar box, and the melon seeds that Brother Jianjun peeled in the palm of my hand - I have never been rich and powerful in this life, but Huang Xian remembers it and the people in the village remember it, it's worth it!