I don’t know if it’s because Li Xuan was instilled too much last time, which caused him to not fully digest it, or he was imprisoned in the palace again, to be a good son who studies hard and makes progress every day. , Li Yi never saw him in Ruyifang again.
Wan Ruoqing was rehearsing Huapi's new play with those actors, and the Goulan that Li Yi often went to hadn't opened for several days, only the girl Xiao Zhu who liked to climb the wall occasionally popped her head from the other side of the courtyard wall and asked him some detailed questions. After asking clearly, he quickly jumped off the wall and disappeared for a long time.
Fortunately, these days he is not idle and bored. When he has nothing to do, he writes out the story scripts that will be used in the future, and hand them over to them when the time comes. He doesn't have to worry about the future.
In the era when there were no copiers and printers, there was only one way to copy by hand, and it could only be copied by himself, and there was no possibility of finding someone to write it for him.
Writing with a brush is much more tiring than using a pencil ballpoint pen. Long novels like "Journey to the West" and "Legend of the White Snake" are not within the scope of Li Yi's consideration for the time being. "Liao Zhai" is relatively more suitable. The story is not long and the content But it is very attractive, and there are many classic stories in it, more than enough to support a fence.
He would write a few stories every day. If he was tired of copying, he would walk around the yard and do some less violent movements. Ruyi would occasionally come over to give pointers. Of course, the daily zhenqi physical therapy never fell behind. The recovery speed of his body is extremely fast, it is almost mid-November now, if he maintains this speed, his body can recover before the end of the year.
"Tomorrow is the day of my father's death. Ruyi and I are going back to the stockade to pay homage. My husband has not recovered yet, so we stay here with peace of mind. I will let Uncle Fang come over tomorrow." During the meal, Liu Ruyi said to Li Yi.
Li Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Although he hasn't recovered yet, it doesn't hurt to walk a little more. I'll go back with you."
On the anniversary of the father-in-law's death, as a son-in-law, he should go back to pay respects.
What's more, if I stay in such a small place all day, I'm afraid the old injury is still not healed, and I have to hold back a new illness. I haven't been back to Liuye Village for a long time, so it's good to go back and have a look.
"The mountain road is difficult, so let's go with Ruyi." Liu Ruyi looked at him and said.
"It's all right, don't believe me." Liu Ruyi still had doubts about his physical condition. Li Yi had already stood up, patted his chest, twisted his waist, and walked around the house quickly, signaling that the mountain road was against him It's just a trivial matter.
Seeing Li Yi's insistence, Liu Ruyi could only nod helplessly.
"Uncle, don't you eat?" Xiaohuan asked suspiciously seeing that Li Yi stood up and didn't sit down again. There was still a lot of food left in the bowl.
"Uh... wait a minute, I seemed to have twisted my waist just now..." Li Yi put one hand on his waist and said with an embarrassed expression.
As a human being, you still can't get too carried away, or it's easy to twist your waist.
This time, Ruyi massaged him for a long time with her unique technique, and the pain gradually disappeared.
She had a beautiful dream, and in the morning of the second day, she closed the store, rented a carriage at the car dealership as usual, got off at the foot of Luliu Mountain, and went straight to Liuye Village along the mountain road.
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The process of paying homage to the father-in-law was very simple. No Taoist priests were invited to open the dojo, and no monks were invited to recite sutras. The two sisters cleaned up the grave and the nearby weeds one by one, burned some paper money, and used up a jar of spirits produced by Ruyifang After falling down in the soil in front of the grave, Li Yi stepped forward and kowtowed respectfully, then went back with Xiaohuan first, and sister Ruyi would stay there for a while.
When passing through the village, when they met members of the Liu clan, they would come over and ask eagerly. When he was in Ruyifang, they would occasionally bring something to look at, put down the things, and ask a few words. The little one stayed for a while, got up and said goodbye.
No one will bring up the previous grievances now, at least on the surface, it looks like a beautiful scene of neighborly harmony.
"Uncle, are you feeling better?" When they reached a certain place in the village, an old man with gray hair ran out of the yard.
"Hehe, there is no serious problem now." Han Bo had an indirect life-saving grace for Li Yi. When he saw him, the smile on Li Yi's face was much warmer than before.
"That's good, that's good." Han Bo heard the words, and the wrinkles on his face blossomed.
The uncle and the lady have always been very helpful to him. The rice, noodles, meat and vegetables at home have never been broken. A few days ago, the lady came to the house and left a lot of money. He wanted to refuse, but the lady was firm and he could only accept it. Down.
Knowing that the gadget he made last time helped my aunt and has been favored by others, what can I do for my aunt, he felt very relieved.
"Boy Han, has my chair been repaired?" An old voice suddenly came from behind. Li Yi looked back, and saw a hunched old man walking slowly towards this side with a cane.
"Second uncle." Xiaohuan greeted hurriedly.
In Liuye Village, there is only one person who can call Han Bo that way, and no one has the qualifications except for the old and strong second uncle.
"Second Master." Uncle Han said with a smile on his face, "It has been repaired, and I will send it to you today."
The second uncle nodded in satisfaction, then set his eyes on Li Yi, smacked his lips, shook his head and said, "Scholar, it's good, but the physique is too weak. I think your grandfather was good at both civil and military skills..."
After a while, the old man finished his long speech, patted Li Yi on the shoulder, and said: "In the future, I still need to spend more time practicing martial arts, don't let cats and dogs bully you..., what do you understand? Ask your wife for advice..."
After such a warning, the old man waved his hand and walked away slowly.
Seeing the old man taking a few steps, his body hunched, how it looks like half of his foot has stepped into the soil, I really can't imagine how he picked up the solid rocking chair with one hand last time, on the way back, Li Yi was curious He asked the little girl: "Did Second Uncle know martial arts when he was young?"
"I don't know..." The little maid shook her head in a daze, "When Xiaohuan and Miss were young, Second Uncle was like this..."
Xiaohuan said that when he was a child, it was almost ten years ago. Li Yi couldn't help but be amazed. The second uncle's vitality is really tenacious.
The bucket-waisted woman stood at the door of her house, watching Li Yi and Xiaohuan walk into the yard with extremely complicated expressions on her face.
Wu Ying died. He tied up Ruyi's son-in-law and wanted to snatch the formula of Ruyilu, but in the end he died in an internal fight with other gangsters.
She had clearly seen Wu Ying's unruly intentions before, but she didn't remind her in time. She didn't expect that he would actually do that kind of thing.
Wu Ying's parents died early, and she has taken care of her nephew a lot since she was a child. When she heard the news of his death, her feelings were complicated and unspeakable.
This kind of complexity became clearer when he met Li Yi.
Although he deserved what he deserved, in the end, he was also her own nephew!
After a long time, Second Aunt Wu sighed, turned around and walked back into the house.
At the same time, in the Anxi county government, Li Mingzhu frowned as she looked at an official document from the Ministry of Punishment in her hand.