Speaking of wrestling, everyone has something to talk about again.
One is that I'm old. I'm not afraid of anything else but the inconvenience of movement and the suffering. Once I lie down and can't move, my energy and spirit will be gone in two or three months.
Secondly, it is hard for the family to take care of the child. There are so many things to do inside and outside the home. The injured and sick people trip over their feet and cannot walk outside. They have to serve them at all times...
The one lying down suffers, and the one taking care of him also suffers.
This is the reason why there are no filial sons by the bedside of a long-term patient.
Everyone started chatting about this topic and expressed their regrets about age and health.
But Song Tan looked at them coldly. This group of old men kept talking, but those who should drink drank, those who should smoke smoked, and no one took health preservation seriously. He was really speechless in his heart.
Song Youde also drank a glass of wine. Thinking of the people younger than him who were gone, he sighed in his heart: "Sancheng, since you are going, go over after dinner and stay there to help them."
"Don't worry about coming back. We have people at home. Something happened at home, and they have people coming as well. We have to go."
This is the rule in the village. If you go to help someone else when they have problems, then others will also come to help you when you have problems at home.
Of course, if this family doesn't help others, then when it's their turn, naturally no one else will lend a hand.
There are many rules and regulations in the countryside, unlike in the city where you can get everything done with one-stop service as long as you pay enough money. Here, many things can only be done with the help of relatives and friends.
The people eating were also thinking: "People are leaving now, so we have to go up the mountain the day after tomorrow morning. We are all from the same village, and we have offered sacrifices before, so let's wait until tomorrow to go and pay our respects."
Yunqiao Village still practices burial. The custom of burial is to carry the coffin up the mountain early in the morning, but entertaining guests and performing rituals are all done on the second day after the person has passed away.
The man has just left, so we need to set up the mourning tent, invite a Taoist priest, prepare cigarettes, alcohol, tea and drinks, and invite a chef... there are so many things to do!
Song Shancheng couldn't sit still any longer, so he put down his bowl as soon as he finished his meal and went over: "I'll go check out the situation first."
The rest of the group continued talking and discussing, then went up the mountain with their tools.
I don't know where Zhang Yanping found the young man driving the excavator, but he is an honest man picked from thousands of people. Seeing that everyone had left, he thought about it and decided to go up the mountain to continue working.
If other experienced people were paid by the day, they would not be said to be slacking off, but they would definitely not work overtime.
Once he started moving, everyone else naturally became busy, and soon they forgot about the matter.
The village is full of elderly people, so it is normal for one or two people to leave.
Unexpectedly, within an hour, Song Sancheng went up the mountain angrily with a rake in his hand.
Song Tan also brought Qiao Qiao here to help dig out stones and broken wood. Seeing her father's angry face, she had to raise her voice as the machine roared:
"Dad, what's going on?"
You went to help others, why did you come back like this
Song Sancheng was furious: "Don't mention it! The three children of the Zhang family are nothing!"
When talking about gossip, several working gentlemen couldn't help but get excited and asked:
"What's going on? Is the child unfilial?"
One of them advised: "Hey, Old Song, you should be more open-minded. The children will fly away after they grow up. What can you expect from them?"
"That's right. We only see each other a few times a year. It's enough to keep it in good shape."
I wish it were true!
Song Sancheng was extremely angry:
"What do you know? This is not a matter of filial piety, this is just a matter of having a ruthless heart!"
Wow!
Song Sancheng is an honest man. Now that he is described like this, there must be something big going on!
I just heard Song Sancheng say:
"When I went there today, I heard his eldest son arrogantly talking to the funeral director on the phone. He said in a loud voice that he wanted to get the most expensive ones! He wanted good burial clothes, an iced coffin, and a grand ceremony..."
"I thought to myself, don't we old people care about dying with dignity? This child is fine too. Afterlife is also a matter, and face is also a matter, right?"
"Who knew that Zhang Wangjia would swing the hoe directly at his son's head. He was pushed away by the others, and then I knew what was going on!"
There are some lazy and idle people in every village, but Zhang Jiawang and Zhang Saozi are definitely not like that.
One of the couple has a slight limp and the other doesn't talk much, but they are both capable.
In those days, we had to endure famine, lack of food and clothing, and raise three children.
At that time, they got married early and had children early. The eldest child is 40 years old this year, and the youngest daughter is 31 or 32 years old. They all have families.
Although he rarely comes home, Zhang Jiawang is always full of pride when he mentions his children. Today he said the children called again, tomorrow he said the children wanted to eat the vegetables they grew, and the day after that he said the children bought something specially for him to visit...
As older people, don’t they all want their children to be filial to them
This is also the norm in the village.
But whether the days are hot or cold, only each family knows.
Last week, the day Song Tan went out to buy golden berries, the eldest son of the Zhang family called and said he wanted to eat the pearl flowers from his hometown.
Pearl flower is a local wild vegetable. When the branches just sprout buds, there will be leaves in clusters. They can be blanched, stir-fried with meat, or cooked with noodles. The taste is very unique.
Mrs. Zhang carried the basket and went up the mountain, but when she was going down the mountain, she was not paying attention and fell down, breaking her leg.
Because he didn't bring his cell phone, Zhang Jiawang didn't find him until mid-afternoon. He asked a neighbor to help him carry him into the house, and then he called his son. His son said impatiently:
"Mom, you are already a grown-up, why do you always run up the mountain for no reason? Is there anything we need to eat or drink at home?"
Then he added, "I'm at work right now, how can I have time to go home? It will take several hours to get home! Isn't my sister in town? Tell her to hurry up and find a car to take you to the hospital."
The call was transferred to my daughter again.
The daughter was not happy either, saying, "In this village, sons are the ones who support us. Mom, you can't just rely on me because I'm close to you. A broken leg is such a serious matter. You should call my brother and have him call 120."
Well, in their place, 120 is willing to come, but it costs 500 for one trip.
The one-way trip alone takes more than an hour and a half. It would probably take another four hours for the ambulance to go back and forth and get the person to the hospital.
Moreover, in the mountain valley, the elderly people cannot locate themselves, so when the ambulance reaches the fork in the road, Zhang Jiawang has to ride a motorcycle in front to lead the way.
Who can afford to wait for this
Finally, we found the driver of the village bus that connects all the villages, and then we quickly found a car to take the people away.
Halfway through the journey, the old lady's condition did not look good, and the driver was scared, so he quickly sent her to the nearest town hospital.