Because of Wang Dahu's head injury, he was held on the kang by the old lady for half a month without getting off the ground.
It was not until today's "Xiao Nian" that he was finally liberated.
"Bang bang bang..." The old lady was busy in the kitchen early in the morning, chopping vegetables and chopping meat.
"Dahu! Are you tired? Go into the house and rest, don't cut your hands." The old lady looked at her grandson who was sitting in the stove and throwing firewood inside, and said kindly.
"Grandma, I'm not tired but you. You've been busy all morning. Let's rest!"
Listening to the heart-warming words of the eldest grandson, the old lady's eyes were moistened. Since the child fell from the tree, he has become a lot more sensible, and he is not as naughty as usual. He also knows how to care about others. Top boy.
"Grandma is not tired. It's a new year, and I have to send the Stove Lord to heaven in a while. I have to prepare all the tributes, or the Stove Lord will blame me!"
Wang Dahu couldn't help grinning when he heard this.
In the rural areas of Northeast China, this kind of traditional festival is very important. Those who should be well prepared are much more interesting than those who have dealt with it in the city.
The whole day was spent in this kind of preparation, busy chattering past.
It wasn't until after four o'clock in the afternoon that Wang Dahu's grandfather led him to kneel in front of the portrait of the Stove Lord.
Because of the custom that men do not worship the moon and women do not worship the stove, there are only their grandparents and grandchildren in the kitchen.
A brightly colored portrait of the Stove Lord hangs on the smoky black wall.
Four fruits and four cakes are placed on the rectangular altar.
The old man muttered devoutly for a while, then picked up a chopstick and dipped the brown syrup in the bowl.
"Boy, go and apply honey to the Stove Lord."
Wang Dahu snorted, stood up, took the chopsticks, and wiped the red lips of Stove Lord on the portrait. This is a custom in the Northeast. They believe that honey is smeared on the mouth of the Stove Lord so that he cannot speak ill in front of the Jade Emperor.
Because Wang Dahu has been a ghost and experienced such an incredible thing as rebirth, he has a lot of "respect" for these gods and so on.
After spreading the honey finely with the tip of chopsticks, the grandparents and grandchildren bowed devoutly to the statue before entering the house.
The old lady had already set the dining table on the kang, and on the square table were five or six plates of round-bellied and thin-skinned dumplings, which were so fragrant that one would want to bite their tongues off.
"The tiger must be hungry! Eat it quickly, it won't taste good after a while!" The old lady picked up a dumpling and put it in the porcelain bowl in front of him.
Wang Dahu grinned, not in a hurry to eat, but reached out to touch the flagon on the table.
In the eyes of the two elders, he poured a cup for each of them, and poured himself a glass of big white pears.
Then he raised his glass with a smile and said: "Grandpa, grandma, and Du Hu wish the two elders a happy holiday, good health and all the best."
After speaking, he took a huge sip and dried up the 50 cents bottle of drink in his hand.
"Good grandson!" Wang Shoumin said happily, seeing how good his grandson can talk, he must be promising in the future.
The old lady was even more happy to pat him hard with her hands. The precious grandson has them in his heart, and the pain is not in vain.
Wang Dahu has been a man for two generations, plus he himself is used to being able to talk, and within a few minutes, the two old men, old ladies, and coaxing smiles, he will soon lose his way.
Just when the family happily ate delicious dumplings.
Suddenly, a dog barked outside the house.
At that time, every household in the countryside had a dog that could only guard the house, and his black-backed one was so powerful that it would bark whenever anyone approached the yard.
"I'll go and have a look, maybe someone is coming!" The old man put on his padded jacket and went down the pit.
After a while, he hurried in.
"What's the matter?" Seeing that the old man's expression was not good, the old lady hurriedly asked, and Wang Dahu listened with his ears still.
"Hey! Li Changgui did it again. He dragged Xiumei and beat him in the yard. It was a big mess. I have to go and have a look."
Wang Shoumin is the village head of Xingye Village. When something happened in the village, he was the first to come to find him.
"It's a hell! It's a good day, but it has to be so noisy all day long. Sooner or later, Xiumei will be beaten to death by that lunatic." The old lady sighed and said: "The most pitiful thing is that child, with such a father, alas!"
"Boom..." Like a thunderbolt, Wang Dahu's eyes were filled with golden stars.
Ran, ran, which ran
Without waiting for him to think too much, Wang Shoumin at the other end lifted the curtain and was about to go out: "I'll go and see, your grandson and grandson will eat first."
Wang Dahu quickly jumped off the kang and shouted: "Master, I'm going too!!"
The old man didn't want to lead him at first, but he couldn't bear Wang Dahu's lingering, so he grabbed his chubby hand and hurriedly walked outside.
Grandfather and grandson plus an aunt who came to call for help, the three of them hurried to the east of the village.
After walking for a long time, I saw a lonely and dilapidated thatched house.
At this time, there were quite a few villagers standing around the house.
Wang Dahu was anxious, he shook off his master's hand, and squeezed in forcefully relying on his small size.
In the yard, a slovenly man in his thirties was holding a kitchen knife in one hand and pulling a woman in the other hand, "clang clang clang..." dying.
"Don't hit my mother, don't hit my mother..." A childish voice like a cat's meowing screamed, his small body hugged the man's trouser legs desperately, his face was full of tears.
Wang Dahu only felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and he could recognize that face even if it turned to ashes.
The man's face was full of madness, he raised his foot, kicked the child's chest, and kicked the child far away in one fell swoop.
Wang Dahu yelled loudly, his eyes turned red instantly. Like a cannonball, it slammed into the man's arms in an instant, and the little calf's body knocked the man over in an instant.
"Fucking bastard, who are you hitting!" Wang Da raised his small fist on the man's neck as if hitting the man's face. Although he was small, he was too small to die, and he beat the man in a short while. Nosebleeds. Wang Shoumin, who was on the side, came to his senses at this moment. Fearing that his eldest grandson would suffer, he ran over in a few steps, kicked the kitchen knife that fell to the side away, and then shouted: "What are you looking at, what is Li Changgui?" If he gets sick, don’t bring a rope and tie him up.”
The village head spoke up, and everyone naturally had to follow suit. After a while, the sloppy man was tied up, and some aunts in the village went to help the beaten woman on the ground with bruises all over her face.
"Of course, but... How are you, are you okay?" Wang Dahu knelt beside the child with limp legs, half-embracing his bruised little body and shaking it gently.
"Mom..." His heart was kicked, Li Qingran curled up tightly in pain, his little face was red and purple, but he still called mother stubbornly.
Wang Shoumin glanced at it, sighed, and asked someone to take the mother and son to the health station in the village, and Wang Dahu naturally followed them regardless of the obstruction.
On the cart, he hugged his extremely weak body, feeling as uncomfortable as if someone had strangled his heart.
Even though he was about the same age as him, he was so skinny that he could only touch his bones. He was wearing patched clothes, which were small and thin, and his exposed wrists and ankles were all sores from the cold. How could he suffer so much and suffer such a crime
Wang Dahu couldn't help but shed big tears.
Hot tears hit Li Qingran's small face, making him weak and slowly opened his eyes, looking at the child who was hugging him tightly, he frowned suspiciously.
"Of course, does it hurt? Hold on, we'll be in the hospital soon! It won't hurt when we get to the hospital!" Wang Dahu tightened his body, coaxing in a gentle voice.
Li Qingran looked at his nervous look, and the guard in his eyes gradually disappeared a lot.
He thought: Who is this person
The health station in Xingye Village is actually three big tile-roofed houses, in which there is a doctor who is about fifty years old, and a young nurse.
It is said that the doctor was sent to labor camp here at the beginning of the year. Although he was rehabilitated later, he did not return to the city without children. Instead, he became a doctor in the village. He has excellent medical skills, not only giving injections to see a doctor, but also doing some research on Chinese herbal medicine. Last time Wang Dahu had a big bump on the back of his head, it was the sub-herbal ointment prescribed by Dr. Xu that was applied to the wound. Tian Nabao disappeared, so people in the village love to look for him when they have any headaches and fevers, and he is very popular in the local area.
Li Qingran's mother, Kong Xiumei, was seriously injured this time, and passed out when she was carried over.
The whole health station was chaotic and noisy for a while, and finally Dr. Xu sent a message to drive out all the onlookers. Wang Shoumin was going to drag the tiger away, but his precious grandson seemed to be caught by a demon. He insisted on staying with that kid from the Li family. There was no other way, Wang Shoumin had no choice but to leave Duhu behind, and he still had to inform Kong Xiumei's natal family.
On the hospital bed, Li Qingran was holding a bottle, staring blankly at the ceiling with his big dull eyes.
Wang Dahu fetched a basin of hot water, picked up a towel hanging on the wall to soak it, and carefully began to wipe his face.
"Brother Duhu wipes your body, don't feel bad about it!". As he said that, he wanted to reach out to untie Li Qingran's clothes.
The child shrank suddenly, trembling in terror like a wounded little animal.
"It's okay! It's okay!" Dahu felt distressed, and quickly touched his little face: "Of course, be good! Let's stop wiping, don't wipe."
Sighing secretly, Wang Dahu only wiped the child's face, hands and feet with a towel.
Looking at the bruised limbs covered with frostbite, he sniffled sadly.
"Of course..." Wang Dahu suddenly leaned over, kissed the child's forehead, and said with firm eyes: "From now on, I will definitely protect you and never let you suffer any harm."
Feeling the moist kiss on his forehead, Li Qingran's whole body froze, but for some reason, something hot wanted to flow out of his eyes.