A boy walks along the village path.
He was wearing a blue shirt, and it seemed that he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and his skin was weak and pale. The body is also slender and thin, but the expression is calm and calm, clearly dressed in shabby clothes, the village trails are not smooth, and there are even cow shit and chicken shit, but it makes him walk out of a sense of leisure.
It was spring ploughing, and everyone was busy plowing the fields at the moment, and hardly anyone could be seen on the road in the village. Occasionally, someone's mother-in-law was working in the yard, and when she saw the person walking on the road from a distance, she took a few eyes to recognize who this person was.
"Dog, where is this going?"
Xue Tingxiang looked at the woman who was talking to him, smiled and said, "Auntie, I'll just walk around."
It was just a casual sentence, and the woman didn't talk to him any more. She turned around and went into the room to get something. The mother-in-law in the room asked her, "Old third daughter-in-law, who did you talk to just now?"
"The dog in the second room of Xue Lianxing's house. Hey, mother, you're surprised. He just came in front of the door, but I didn't recognize him for a while. It always felt like a different person."
Her mother-in-law disagreed: "What can he become, and he can't change his body, I remember that the kid was not sick recently."
The daughter-in-law said: "I see if I plan to go to the back mountain." There is a mountain behind Yuqing Village. The villagers in the village are buried there, and the ancestral graves of the Xue family are also there.
Hearing this, her mother-in-law sighed: "Don't mention it, it's a pity that even the second child of the Xing family has left, leaving a poor baby."
This was just a commonplace gossip between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and while they were talking, Xue Tingxiang had already brought Heizi into the back mountain.
Back Mountain is called Back Mountain, the mountain behind Yuqing Village.
This mountain has no name and is not high, but it is very deep. Anyway, so far, no villager has been able to walk back and forth from this deep mountain and old forest, and most of them are activities outside the mountain.
The Xue family's ancestral tomb was built on a hill not far from the village. This Xue family is not only Xue Tingxiang's family, but the ancestors of the entire Xue clan are buried here.
There is a huge hill, and in the middle is the line of the patriarch, and the branches spread out. The line of Mr. Xue is at a place near the foot of the southwest mountain.
Because the second family and the couple both died young and Xue Qingsong died in another accident, they were buried on the edge.
When Xue Tingxiang arrived at the place, he began to pull the grass around the tomb.
There were not many weeds. He had just cleaned them up during the Chinese New Year. He gathered these grasses and put them on the ground at will, and sat down in front of the grave.
A piece of mountain land, two small graves, and in front of the graves stood a small bluestone tablet, on which the names of the two families and the couple were written crudely.
This monument was originally erected by Zhao'er himself.
Nowadays, there are three kinds of people who cannot erect monuments when they die: they die suddenly, die prematurely, and have no successor. Xue Qingsong belongs to death.
Although everyone didn't say it, people who consciously died had grievances after death, which was not good for the feng shui of ancestral tombs, so no monuments were erected. I also want him to forget who he is, so as not to cause trouble for his ignorance.
But at the same time, there is also a saying that if you don't erect a monument, you will be a lonely ghost, and you will not be able to stand the incense of future generations.
At the beginning, the funeral of the second family and the couple was organized by the Xue family, and they defaulted to doing it according to the old custom. At that time, Xue Tingxiang was still young and didn't understand this at all, but Zhao'er understood.
She told the Xue family about building a monument, but was blocked, and the Xue family took turns to persuade. Later, Zhao'er didn't tell anyone, so he used the money to find someone to make these two simple monuments and set them up in front of the grave.
By the time the Xue family found out, it was too late. They couldn't demolish the monument in front of the villagers.
The villagers were surprised when they saw the monument, but they could understand how the second child of the Xue family died.
Therefore, Xue Qingshan also lost a good name. He would rather fight to ruin the Feng Shui of the family, but also erect a monument for his brother. It is really benevolent and righteous.
With all kinds of thoughts spinning in his mind, Xue Tingxiang took out a cloth from his arms and slowly wiped the tombstone.
The words on it are still written by him, and the brushstrokes can be seen to be immature. In the end, people can still distinguish what is written on it.
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Today is Father Zheng's death day. Zheng Hu brought his two sons to the grave to worship.
The country people are not so particular, they just prepared some steamed bread, wine and meat, etc. The father and son burn the paper money in front of the grave, and this incident is forgotten.
Zheng Hu has always had a deep relationship with his father, and he was inevitably in a low mood, so he let his two sons go back first, while he sat in front of the grave smoking a dry cigarette while talking to his father.
After a while, he stood up and planned to go back.
There was still work to be done in the field, and Zheng Hu didn't want to waste time, so he planned to take a shortcut. When he was walking near the ancestral grave of Xue Lianxing's family, he suddenly heard someone crying.
There are graves on the two hilltops nearby, one with the surname of Xue and the other with the surname of Zheng. This kind of innocuous day is not like Zheng Hu's death anniversary, but no one will come to such a place.
In particular, there may be a lot of dead people buried here, the trees are dense, and sometimes the sky and day are gloomy. In this case, when he heard this strange sound, Zheng Hu was so frightened that his hair stood upright, and his legs were a little weak.
After all, he had lived for decades, and he listened attentively, and only after a while did he understand the voice of a boy.
Thinking about whose grave is here, he bravely walked closer, walked around a big tree, and saw a young man in blue clothes sitting in front of the grave with his back turned from a distance.
Next to him was a big black dog with a flapping tail.
It is the dog of Xue Lianxing's second room.
Zheng Hu breathed a sigh of relief, and the voice came into his ears again: "... Dad, what do you think I should do? The uncle wanted to send Brother Juncai to the school in the town, but I thought I could go too. ... But the aunt came to the house a few days ago, but she told me to let Brother Juncai, clearly before... "
The boy's voice was full of hesitation and confusion. Zheng Hu didn't expect to hear the private affairs of the Xue family in such a place. He was so amazed that the dry cigarette in his hand fell out without realizing it, until his foot was smashed by the cigarette pot, he didn't react, picked up the cigarette pot in a hurry and left.
He didn't know that the lonely boy in his eyes stopped crying after he left.
In the past few days, Xue Tingxiang has been thinking hard, trying to find a suitable opportunity, and somehow remembered Zheng Hu.
Zheng Hu's father, Mr. Zheng, died during the spring ploughing. It was not a happy event, but an accident. He was accidentally squeezed under the ridge by his own cattle and fell to his death.
Tian Gengzi was not very tall. Every year, countless villagers fell into Tian Gengzi, and Mr. Zheng died unluckily. There was a lot of buzz in the village at the beginning, so Xue Tingxiang remembered it very clearly.
Since it was the death day of the father, Zheng Hu, the son, would definitely come to the grave, and Zheng Hu liked to take shortcuts, so he would definitely pass through this area, so who else is more suitable than him.
The most important thing is that Yuqing Village doesn't seem to be big, but in reality, the surnames Xue and Zheng have been different from each other. Zheng Hu's uncle is Lizheng. He knows it, and Zheng Lizheng also knows it.
Xue Tingxiang didn't stay any longer, and soon returned home with Heizi the same way.
The yard was still silent. He found a tumbler and placed it in front of the door. He sat there quietly and basked in the sun, but he thought about the trick of going to the town.
Zheng Hu walked all the way, and went to Zheng Lizheng's house without even going home.
Zheng Li is the Lizheng of Yuqing Village and the patriarch of the Zheng family. The family's house is naturally the only one in Yuqing Village. If it can be compared, it is the house of the Xue Patriarch's house.
The blue brick house in Yishui, the courtyard walls are also made of blue bricks, the most conspicuous is the Zheng's ancestral hall, but this ancestral hall will not be opened until a certain time, the two black The paulownia gate is closed all the year round.
Going to the side is the courtyard of Zheng Lizheng's house.
The yard is huge. Unlike other livestock sheds, barns, stoves, etc., which are all in the front yard, Zheng Lizheng's front yard is a big empty yard, and only two plane trees are planted in the yard. Whenever there is a big event in the village, this yard will always be crowded with people.
There are three main rooms facing the face, and the east and west wing rooms are on the left and right. They are all blue bricks and black tiles, and they are particularly stylish.
When Zheng Hu arrived, only Zheng Lizheng and his mother-in-law Tian were at home.
As soon as Mr. Tian saw his nephew coming, he greeted him: "Huzi, why are you here at this time? Is there anything you need to do with your uncle?"
"Hey, something happened."
With that said, Zheng Hu hurried into the house. Mr. Tian shook his head, thinking that there was really something wrong, you must know that Zheng Hu has always been very stable.
Zheng Hu went in and turned to the east house.
Sure enough, his uncle Zheng Li was sitting cross-legged on the big kang in the east house smoking dry cigarettes.
"Why, in a hurry."
Zheng Hu sat down on a pier under the kang, gasping for breath, unable to speak for a while.
Zheng Lizheng looks in his sixties, with a long face and a pair of eyes that are not too small. From the appearance, he is just an ordinary old man of Zhuanghu, even the clothes he wears are ordinary. Only the unmoving composure, at first glance, is a time-honored man.
With the cigarette holder in his mouth, he pushed the teapot on the kang table forward. Zheng Hu was not polite, stood up, poured a bowl of tea, and poured it down.
"Uncle, let me tell you, I encountered something today."
"What's the matter?"
"Today is not my father's death anniversary, I took it with me early in the morning..."
Halfway through Zheng Hu's speech, Zheng Lizheng sat up from the kang and looked like he was listening seriously.
When he saw his uncle like this, Zheng Hu knew that he was right. After hearing the cry of the only son of Xue Lianxing's second house, he realized that this was an opportunity to suppress the prestige of the surname Xue in Yuqing Village.
He spoke in more detail, repeating almost word for word, while Zheng Li was smoking a dry cigarette and his eyes narrowed.
Zhao'er didn't come back until the second half, and when he came back, his face was not very good.
Xue Tingyan looked at the basket behind her. In the past, every time Zhao'er came back, the basket was always full, but now he saw that there was nothing in it.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao'er was thinking about it, when asked by the little man, he was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's nothing, I brought you meat buns from the town, and I'll give you some hot food later."
How could there be nothing, there is obviously something.
Xue Tingxiang glanced at her face, but since she didn't want to say more, he didn't want to ask.
Zhao'er went back and forth to town, covered in dust, she went to the stove to boil water, and brought it to the bath room to take a bath. The Xue family had a special room for bathing, in the vegetable field in the backyard. The house is not big, three meters square. The floor is covered with bluestone slabs. There is a water outlet in the corner of the house. The bath water can flow directly into the vegetable field along the mouth.
Taking off his clothes, Zhao'er rubbed the soap horns on his body, but a burst of melancholy came to his heart.
In fact, something really happened, but she didn't say it because she was afraid that the little man would be worried.
The way she finally found the money was robbed.
The person who grabbed it was none other than the owner of the embroidery workshop who received her finished embroidered shoes.
In fact, Zhao'er is quite clever. He bought rags from the owner of this embroidery workshop, but the finished product was not sold to this one, but to another one. It's just that she didn't expect the two bosses to be relatives, and she didn't know how the other party knew. When she went again this time, the other party was unwilling to sell her rags.
Not only does this embroidery workshop have no rags, but the owner of this embroidery workshop also ordered people to buy all the rags from other embroidery workshops. Zhao'er came to know about this after going to many embroidery workshops.
She has already made plans to pay for the little man to study in the town. She asked about the Qinghe Academy, and the annual light beam repair cost fifty taels of silver. Among them, because many students live too far, they can choose dormitory. If it is a dormitory, the monthly meals, accommodation, etc. will be added together, and another one or two silver will be needed.
In Zhao'er's heart, she wanted Xue Tingxiang to study at the dormitory. She felt that Xue's house was not a good place to study. There were too many troubles at home, which meant that she had to prepare six taels of silver to send the little man to the school.
She had thought that she could make enough money by doing this business twice, but who would have thought that such a thing would happen.
In her thoughts, Zhao'er had already taken a bath. She wrapped her hair in a handkerchief and put on her clothes before returning to the house.
Xue Tingxiang was sitting on the kang reading a book, and he could read the only book "Young Learning Qionglin" that he had. Seeing her coming in, he looked up at her and said, "It's still cold, so quickly dry your hair."
Hearing this, Zhao'er's heart warmed.
These days, the little man has changed a lot compared to before. This change is naturally good, so she couldn't help but smile even though she was worried.
She climbed onto the kang and took out the cloth towel from the kang cabinet. Xue Tingxiang sat on the edge, and she had to turn sideways to make way for her. When she passed by, a fragrant scent mixed with saponin penetrated into his nose, he couldn't help moving his nose, and his eyes fell on her who was close at hand.
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