A few more days passed. The woman's health had barely improved, yet she insisted on personally bringing Hu Xiaocao to worship the Mountain God.
She even brought along the eggs the Household had been reluctant to eat.
The woman devoutly knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times. "Thank you, Mountain God, for blessing my Xiaocao and helping her turn danger into safety."
Whether other people believed or not, she certainly did. Besides, Hu Xiaocao chattered about it at home every day, describing everything as wondrous and miraculous, which made the woman even more convinced.
Perhaps there was also a psychological reason behind it. She knew she did not have long to live, and when medicine and science could no longer save her, what else could she rely on mentally if not superstition?
At that moment, she could not help feeling fortunate. When she had first learned that Hu Xiaocao worshipped and made offerings to the Mountain God, she had not believed in such things, but she had not stopped her either.
Hu Xiaocao's worship, rain or shine, was probably why the Mountain God had taken notice of her and chosen to protect her.
Otherwise, she might not have been able to see Hu Xiaocao again. The woman could not imagine it. If Hu Xiaocao disappeared, she was afraid she would not be able to go on living either.
Hu Xiaocao followed along with her mother. Just as the two of them were devoutly making offerings, they heard footsteps coming from nearby.
When they opened their eyes, they saw that it was several dozen villagers. Some were carrying iron shovels, while others were hauling cement, bricks, and tiles.
The woman was stunned and did not know what they intended to do. "Is someone building a house?"
She remembered that no