When the seedling guards stood in the line, the people who fished on the other side of the river stopped their movements and looked inwardly.
With so many people coming, the fishermen in Old Liushu Village will naturally not fail to see. The huge team of adults and children who say it is not attractive is fake.
The people in Lao Liushu Village didn't know what the so many people were planning. At first they thought they were passing by, but later saw everyone stopped at the bridge pier, guessing that they were going to cross the river.
"Grandpa San, they want to cross the river. What about the planks we removed on the bridge? Don't any children fall down." One of the fishermen who was one year old looked at the person next to him.
In fact, he meant to help, he knew where to put the board.
The person called the third grandfather is the village Masaru and the head of the entire Liu family. He is also the only person in the village who has the status of being a juror. He is stubborn and has a big xenophobic mind. The young man is worried that he will not agree.
The facts are just as he guessed. The old man didn’t show any intention to help. He heard the words: “I’ve built a shed for the chickens, and I can’t get it out. Those people don’t know how to find a place to hide from the rain and bring a group of children to fool around. Know who they are? Maybe it's the kid who kidnapped the baby, go get someone, fuck you guys, not everyone in the old Liushu Village can come to harm."
"Grandpa San, I look at them not like bad guys." The young man meant that he didn't want a conflict.
"What? They got lettering on their faces? Go ahead." The old man was obviously angry.
"Hey!" The young man agreed, turned around and ran towards the village, but the old man's voice came again after less than thirty steps out.
"Hold on, wait a minute, take a look, oh, where are the people from? Evil."
Hearing the order, the young man stopped and turned his head to look, and he was also stunned.
But seeing the people on the other side walk out of the three rows, each of the two rows is about to advance with one hand on the rope, the free hand is pulling the middle row of people together, the three rows are carried across the bridge, to the bridge, the team stops at the head, the team The tail is tight.
Another loud girl's voice sounded: "Protect left and right, get down in the middle, it's time to protect the seedlings."
The three rows of teams moved immediately, leaning on a single iron rope with their left and right backs, with their forearms slung together, and the middle row was close to each other, lying sideways on the iron ropes.
For a time, the left and right sides form a wall, and the middle is a road.
Then the people fishing in Laoliu Village saw the little children wearing hats and walking towards the river on the road paved by the people themselves, giving them the feeling that the bridge at this moment is actually more stable and trivial than the wooden paved. It is not slippery, and the wind is hard to penetrate.
"Grandpa San, look... It doesn't look like a kidnapper..." The young man walked to the side of the old man Cunzheng and said with an incomprehensible expression.
The old man was speechless, and his small eyes narrowed even more. When the first child walked across the bridge and was settled by the person who came here first, he sighed and murmured: "Hey! The storm is shaking. Suo Dang replied, Ao An was sincere and sincere. Hongnong's heaven... has changed."
"Wh... Where has it changed?" The young man raised his head.
"The people from Wang Zhang's family are here, the one in Sanshui County, hurry, hurry back to the village to make room for people, hurry, second son, you go." The old man in the village instructed another young man to return to the village.
The first young man hadn't figured it out yet: "What? Grandpa Third, how did you know Zhang Xiaobao was here?"
"I don't know, I only know that the seedling team is here. Didn't the girl shout before, protect the seedlings and seedlings, the ones who protect the seedlings are the children. I really thought they were protecting wheat seedlings and rice seedlings? Let me go. welcome."
The old man Cunzheng greeted him and hurried to Qiaotou first.
The young man followed, muttering as he walked: "It's the Zhuozhuang Miaoer Team."
The body of the seedling protection team here is strong and physically strong. They don't care about the uncomfortable feeling of the iron cable under them, and they don't care about the pain of the children stepping on them, and let the team of children walk through them.
When the nine Beckhams also walked across the bridge, the old man from Lao Liushu Village came to the bridge at the same time.
It was confirmed that the different patterns of rice seedlings on Xiaobei's and guard's clothes proved their identities. In Datang, no one dared to use rice seedlings as a label except for Zhang Wang's family in Sanshui County.
Otherwise, even if the Zhang and Wang family do not object, the merchants and the yamen will not agree. The rice seedling mark represents strength and credibility. Is it an ordinary thing to confirm the identity
The old man looked at Zhang Xiaobei and the others, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he spoke from his mouth with a missing front tooth.
"Sure enough, except for the seedling guards, no one else is willing to lie on the cold chain and let a group of children who are not their own step on it."
"Who said that? Brother and sister said that there is a country where there is a regular army that can be pulled out, not to mention the iron wire, even if it is a steel knife, they should be lying down, just like in a war. Just like urging in the drum, if the drum keeps going, you can’t stop it. Grandpa, are you...?"
Beckham disagreed with the old man's statement, and only after rebutting did he remember that he still didn't know the identity of the other party.
The old man didn't care about it: "Since it is Xiaobao and Juanjuan who say yes, it must be there, and Lao Gu Nian is Lao Liu Shu Cun Zheng."
"Ah, it turned out to be Grandpa Curamasa. Long Yang... For a long time, Grandpa Curamasa, I finally saw you. Don't gossip, and quickly help arrange the children. It's time to be cold."
Beckham, who just wanted to be polite, made Xiao Yuan pull twice and quickly changed his words to discuss business.
"Grandpa Liu, I'm Zhang Xiaohai, and I have other important things to ask." Xiao Hai was afraid that his sister would be happy, so he forgot the key things and stood up and said.
The old man from the village was taken aback, and hurriedly said with a serious face: "Mo Yan asks, whoever asks the King Zhang and his family must be a matter of the Tang Dynasty, and the blood of the Tang Dynasty will be the same. How can you shrink back? Is there something in the county? That's me. You just need to tell, and I will devote myself to doing it. You have a bedroom for a child, and I have no ambiguity in Datang."
"Grandpa Liu is a good person at first sight, oh, he is also a good person if he doesn't look at it. My name is Zhang Xiaobei, and Grandpa Liu calls me Xiaobei." Xiaobei did not expect to meet such a vigorous old man in a small village. When the identity is confirmed, it means that the old man should not be worthy of the official position, and some people should be respected.
Old man Liu was dumb and boasted with a smile: "The old man's jealousy of the immortality of the King Zhang family is not for him, but for his descendants, and he doesn't know how to teach. It’s okay for a young man, this is filial piety."
As soon as the nine children of Xiaobei heard Grandpa Liu mention their elders, they immediately raised their heads and leaned forward to show etiquette. Don't think they like to mess around. When they need to reflect the family's temperament, they are not vague, even if compared The children of the royal family are worse than others.
Xiaoyuan replied: "In fact, we have not done enough. The true filial piety is not pleasant to others, and only laughs often."
The young man behind the old man, Cunzheng, became confused, not sure what they were talking about, and looked at Grandpa San suspiciously.
Old man Liu was even more helpless after comparison. While leading the crowd towards the village, he whispered to his juniors: "Xiaobei meant that there was no need to talk about official positions, but they really wanted to talk about official positions. They had a bunch of official positions added to them, the youngest. People are also older than my village, I am older, they respect me, so I praise them sensible.
What the little boy said later was that they were not happy because others praised them for their filial piety. The thing that really made them happy was that they could often see the smiles of their relatives, hey! These babies are all refined. "
"Who is so good? Teach them like this?" the young man said jealously.
"Why don't you say how they are so good? Others can teach it?" The old man Murata gave the young man a look.
The young man bowed his head sharply and did not dare to make a sound.
The old man Curamasa no longer continued to compare the young man with the nine Beckhams. He also knew that it was not on the same level, so he ordered the young man:
"When I return to the village, immediately arrange for someone to lay the bridge with wooden boards. Many children come. No one knows the importance of the Zhang family to the children. A lot of things will surely be delivered. Tie it tightly on the iron rope with wicker, even more so on the left and right, to prevent anyone from sliding down."
"Tie? Too hard." The young man could imagine the difficulty of actual operation.
"It's harder to build a bridge with cement than without money?"
"People do that."
"We just eat plain rice? On the willow weaving, the old Liushu village in Guozhou is the first one to blow it out? Should we do it, and wait for others to transfer the zhengzheng building to pave the board, and see outsiders later, I lie down, you sit on me On the head."
"How dare I, what am I doing sitting on your head?"
"Tell others that you don't need to look at my old face, you will know what the people in Old Liushu Village look like."
"Don't, I'll go, I'll go right away, you always don't be angry, otherwise I can't sit even if I want to sit, and my butt will have to be smashed by my father with wicker." The young man was frightened, spread his legs, and took the road. The mud idea disappeared from the team's field of vision.
Xiaobei looked at the leaving figure with a finger in "contemplation". After being photographed by his brother Xiaohai, he rubbed his arm and said: "The road is not easy to walk, so I have to arrange for someone to repair the concrete."
It happened that two teenage children ran out of the village. Hearing what Xiaobei said, they seemed to know how to build a cement road, and reminded: "You can't build a cement road on rainy days."
Beckham's eyes turned into crescent shapes, and she smiled: "Others can't fix it with cement, but our family can fix it. Not to mention it rains. If necessary, it can be repaired with a knife."
"Why repair?" The children in the village were not convinced.
"First use a charcoal fire, set up a shed to protect it from the rain, then pour cement, lay a grass curtain, and bake it while pouring water." Beckham said the way.
The two children obviously did not think that it could be wasted in this way. They were surprised and continued to ask: "Doesn’t it feel uneconomical to spend a lot of money?"
"It's not cost-effective. It depends on the result. I think it's cost-effective to build a cement road now." Xiaobei obviously has the temperament of a rich second-generation.
"Prodigal." The two children said at the same time.
"I'm not. I went to a restaurant to eat. I didn't throw away the remaining buns. I didn't throw away my clothes if they were too small. The coat can be changed into a waistcoat." Xiaobei showed his diligence and frugality, so the old Liushu village repaired the cement on rainy days. Road projects are put on the agenda.
The villagers who became very talkative because they knew the identity of the other party warmly received Zhang Xiaobei and his entourage, and safely handed the children to Xiaobei's team to take, organize the adults, and set off with various tools to the county.
The seedling team began to build sheds, and there were not so many houses in the village for people to live in.
Trees were cut in the rain and the branches were tied up. By the day of the next day, houses built of materials from willow trees stood tall in the village.