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Curse of the Fertility Doll
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As soon as Mother finished her confinement, she used yellow clay to block my sister's mouth and nose.
The clay was too dry, and my sister cried until she could hardly catch her breath, her face turning a shade of purple.
Her legs kicked wildly, trying to grasp something, unable to complain or find her way home.
I curled up in the corner, watching my sister's cries gradually weaken until she could no longer make a sound.
Mother looked at her with disdain. "Crying, crying, all you do is cry. I might as well send your sister to the Infant Tower!"
My sister lay on the kang, her body turning blue, with not a breath left in her.
Mother turned over and fell back asleep.
I leaned closer and whispered, "Sister, don’t blame me. It was our mother who sent you there."
I took out the garment I had sewn for my little brother and put it on my sister.
Mother immediately opened her eyes and slapped me. "That’s for your brother! You little Compensation Goods, what are you wearing it for!"
I touched the mark on my face and looked at my sister on the kang.
She seemed to move slightly.
"Mom, it looks like Sister isn’t dead!"
Mother rolled her eyes. "Stop talking nonsense!"
"But Sister really moved!"
I turned and ran outside to call for Father, while Mother cursed as she got up from the kang.
"Dad, it seems like my sister isn't dead."
My father, who was eating egg noodles, immediately darkened his expression when he saw me.
"Get out of the way! Can't you see I'm eating? I served your mother for ten months and still couldn't produce a son!"
After he said that, my mother covered her face and began to cry.
"Why is my life so miserable? Why can't I give birth to a son?"
In the end, the task of taking my sister to the Infant Tower fell on me.
I grabbed her by the back of her collar and brought her to the Grave Circle on the back mountain.
This is where all the children who died young are buried.
They never grew up and don't know the way home, so they gather here together.
I secretly pulled my sister out from behind a haystack on the back mountain.
Her little face was frozen red, and she was covered in mud.
I took out a handkerchief from my pocket and carefully wiped her face clean.
That handkerchief was given to me by Grandma Li.
Grandma Li loved these little children the most during her lifetime.
I dressed her in that Little Jacket and wrapped her tightly in a tablecloth.
I dug a shallow grave and placed her inside.
I imitated Grandma Li and placed a few stone on the tip of the grave.
Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through.
The surrounding dry grass rustled, sounding like the laughter of children.
"Sister, you take care."
After saying this, I went home.
The atmosphere at home had been quite tense these past few days.
Dad sat at one end of the kang, smoking his dry tobacco, while Mom sat at the other end without saying a word.
I was left on the sidelines, too afraid to speak.
"Why don't you visit Aunt Chen?"
Mom finally spoke up.
"Maybe she has a solution?"
Dad flicked the ash from his cigarette and sighed deeply.
"Alright, I'll go."
"We still have a hen that doesn't lay eggs; take it with you."
Mom said with some concern, "That's our only egg-laying hen."
Dad shot her an irritated glance. "What use is a hen that doesn't lay eggs?"
Mother dared not speak any further.
Father stood up, put on his coat, and turned back just before leaving.
"I see this chicken isn't very fat; it probably won't sell for much. I'll go borrow some money from Aunt Chen."
Mother nodded eagerly.
"Borrow ten yuan. Aunt Chen said that giving your sister Mercury will preserve her. We just need to be careful, and we'll definitely have a son in the future!" Father replied and then left.
Immediately, Mother’s expression changed, and she sharply ordered me.
"Throw away your sister's basket! It's bad luck to keep it in the house!"
I remained silent, simply carrying the basket outside.
"What are you standing there for? Do you really think that dead girl's things are treasures?"
"She is your own sister!"
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