The vast majority of rural areas do not have such a thing as a cemetery.

Everyone's ancestral grave is buried in whose land, and it has been the case for decades.

The cemetery of Xiaowuzhuang has set a precedent in Shili and Eight Townships.

Wu Jun contracted all the land of Xiaowuzhuang to engage in sunshine greenhouse planting.

If the previous scattered burial form is retained, it is obviously not suitable.

In the high-end atmospheric and high-grade sunny greenhouse, a few graves suddenly appeared, and the painting style was obviously not right.

To this end, Wu Jun specially planned 100 acres of land in the north of the village as the cemetery of Xiaowuzhuang.

The cemetery in Xiaowuzhuang is a real cemetery, and there are no messy expenses such as management fees.

The cemetery is in the north of the village, not far from each family, so you don't need to manage it at all, just sweep the snow in front of the door.

On the one hand, the fact that the grave relocation can be carried out smoothly is due to the fact that the old village chief has done a good job in the ideological work of the villagers.

On the other hand, the compensation given by Wu Jun is very good.

Regardless of the new grave or the old grave, the relocation fee of 10,000 yuan for each grave.

Wu Jun paid for someone to dig the tomb, and the coffin and tombstone were also fully reimbursed.

In general, the villagers of Xiaowuzhuang were quite cooperative in the relocation of the grave, and there was no trouble.

Wu Jun and Ma Dongmei stepped into the snow and came to the cemetery.

The entire cemetery was covered with snow, and the snow on the tombstones looked like more than ten centimeters.

The first snow of 20202 came earlier and more violently than usual.

Wu Jun held a broom in his hand.

After finding the joint grave of the grandparents, sweep away the snow from the tombstone and clean the tribute table in front of it.

Ma Dongmei knelt in front of the grave with a reverent face, while pulling something out of her pocket, and chanting words in her mouth:

"Mom and Dad, thank you for bless Xiaojun safe and sound in the spirit of heaven, the weather is cold, I made you some cotton clothes for the winter, and money, you remember to get it. ”

"Now that the conditions at home are good, what is lacking, don't grieve yourself over there, buy what you want, and burn it for you when the money is not enough. ”

“......”

Ma Dongmei spoke, and a bunch of sacrifices had been taken out in front of the grave.

Bundles of coins with a face value of more than 10 billion, large yellow paper, cotton clothes made of colored paper, gold and silver ingots, etc., etc., etc.

Wu Jun watched from the side for a while, how high the inflation should be in the world of grandparents!

Ma Dongmei looked at her son and urged: "Why are you still stunned? ”

After going to the grave, she has to go to the temple to make a vow, Ma Dongmei's plan today is very thorough, and she already has a travel plan before going out.

Wu Jun turned his head to look around, and joked, "Mom, igniting a fire in the wild won't detain me, right?"

"If you don't dare to light it, give me the fire, I'll light it, and if you want to detain me, you will detain me. Ma Dongmei stretched out her hand to ask her son for fire, and said indignantly, "Anyway, you and your father will only be angry with me at home, I might as well stay in the detention center, at least quietly, no one is angry with me!"

"Mom, you are my own mother, can't I light this fire, don't you say these words again, so that the neighbors will hear it and think how unfilial your son is. Wu Jun instantly raised his hand in surrender, hurriedly took out a lighter from his pocket, and squatted on the ground to help light the fire.

When the sacrifice encounters the flames, it is quickly lit and begins to burn.

Ma Dongmei pulled the sacrifice with a small stick, glanced at her son and said: "Where are you filial? ”

Wu Jun joked: "Is it okay for granddaughter?"

"Of course it's okay, as long as it's yours, grandchildren and mothers like it!" Ma Dongmei had a smile on her face and a look of longing, she didn't have the idea of patriarchy.

Wu Jun prevaricated on the side and said, "There will always be this day." ”

Ma Dongmei glanced at her son, and said with words in her mouth: "Parents, you bless Xiaojun to get married and have children as soon as possible, so that our old Wu family will inherit the ancestry!"

Wu Jun: "......"

Comrade Ma Dongmei's desire to hold her grandson is too strong......

After going to the grave, the two left the cemetery.

All the way north.

Under the heavy snow, the world is covered in snow, and only the "legs" are left in effective transportation.

The cemetery is already the northernmost part of Xiaowuzhuang.

Not far from the cemetery, I entered the boundaries of other villages.

The village that borders Xiaowuzhuang is called Niujia Village.

Although the two villages are neighbors, they are not the same township.

Xiaowuzhuang is the township of Beiqi, and Niujia Village belongs to Wanggou Township.

With the official landing of the Hongfu agricultural project in Beiqi Township.

The villagers of Beiqi Township are like celebrating the New Year, lively and vigorous.

The villagers of Wanggou Township could only watch dryly, their eyes red.

However, there are no capable people in the township, and I hate to immigrate to Beiqi Township.

There are mountains, rivers and temples in Wanggou Township, and during the Spring Festival temple fair every year, the villagers can earn a little extra money from tourists.

For many years ago, the villagers of Beiqi Township envied the villagers of Wanggou Township.

At this time, it has completely fallen out, and the villagers of Beiqi Township have become an enviable existence.

High salary, low work intensity, good benefits, timely salary, guarding home, etc......

It's hard not to be envied!

As a member of Beiqi Township, I am so happy!

Wu Jun and Ma Dongmei were talking and chatting, but they were not boring.

Wu Jun is actually quite willing to communicate with his mother more.

As long as she doesn't urge marriage, everything is easy to say.

Knowing her son Mo Ruo's mother, Ma Dongmei also knows her son's temper.

She just reminded him often, but she wouldn't recite the mantra to her son like Tang Sanzang.

Everything is too much, and urging marriage must also be mastered to a good degree.

Except for the fact that the son is not married, he is still very good in other aspects.

The two of them walked on the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, leaving behind them two series of footprints, one large and one small.

Donglin Mountain is more than 4,000 meters away from Xiaowuzhuang in a straight line.

In normal times, this journey would take less than an hour.

Today's extreme road conditions are conservatively estimated to take more than two hours.

This time, it's like going to work as an office worker.

Wu Jun meant to wait for the weather to clear up, and then drive the road to the temple to make a vow.

Ma Dongmei said that walking over in this weather is more pious.

Wu Jun can't resist his mother, so he can only obey the old one.

The two walked out more than 2,000 meters in one go, and Ma Dongmei's breathing rhythm was obviously not as stable as before.

Although she usually goes square dancing every day, her physical fitness is great.

But there is definitely no comparison with a young man like Wu Jun.

This reason is easy to understand, even if a car that is decades old is not as powerful as a new car that has just rolled off the assembly line, no matter how well it is maintained.

"Mom, are you tired? Wu Jun smiled and leaned over to his mother and grabbed her arm.

Ma Dongmei smiled and punched her son: "I will make your mother happy with clever words, just your small body, don't put you down." ”

"Look down on people, right, today I will challenge myself to carry you from here to the temple. Wu Jun said, squatted in front of Ma Dongmei, and beckoned his mother and said, "Get on the horse!"

Ma Dongmei looked at her son's emaciated shoulders, her eyes were red, and she had the urge to cry.

The son has really grown up, but he is willing to let him carry himself, and he will carry him by himself.

The scene in front of her triggered Ma Dongmei's memory of the past.

In the early years, it was not uncommon to see news of children lost in rural areas.

When Ma Dongmei and Wu Guangqiang went to the ground, they both took Wu Jun and Ma Siyu with them.

One person is tied to the other on his back, and the two children are more important than anything else.

In this flash, decades have passed, and my son has grown up and achieved great things.

"Hurry up, your mother is not old enough to let people walk on her back, let's talk about it when I can't walk anymore!"

Ma Dongmei reached out and wiped the corners of her eyes, patted her son's back, and continued to walk forward.

Wu Jun caught up with his mother and said with a smile: "Mom, don't be polite to me, don't wait for it!"

Ma Dongmei smiled angrily: "Who is polite to you, do you want to compare and see, see which of us goes to the temple first?"

"Compare, prepare, start!" Wu Jun said and walked forward quickly.

"Stinky boy, you ran away, start over!"

The two frolicked all the way in the snow, chasing all the way, and time seemed to flow back to the two.

There are too many similarities between this scene and the scene in the snow more than 20 years ago.

The difference is that Ma Dongmei is old and Wu Jun has grown up.

1:10 p.m.

Wu Jun and Ma Dongmei arrived in the Donglin Mountain area.

Fortunately, the temple where they were going to make a vow was at the foot of Donglin Mountain, not on the mountain.

Although the incense of this temple is really very good, it is said that it was built because of a prince.

According to legend, Tang Prince Li Chang (the word Tianshou) was powerless in the face of right and wrong in the court, and he didn't like the depressing and depressing life although he was dressed and fed, so he decided to travel.

When he came to the foot of the current Donglin Mountain, he liked the tranquility of this place, and practiced here, called "Master Yuanze".

As a result, there is Wanshou Temple, also known as Wanshou Temple.

It is said that there were more than 550 resident monks in the heyday of Wanshou Temple, and Wanshou Temple was also named a national temple in the Tang Dynasty, and Master Prince Yuanze was named a national teacher.

This statement is not groundless, there is a Tallinn at the foot of Donglin Mountain, and documents have been unearthed.

One of the towers is the Yuan Ze Master's Death Tower, and the tombstone records: Prince Yuan Ze passed away here at the age of 125.

There is also a legend that after the prince took refuge in Wanshou Temple, the Tang Emperor visited many times to persuade the prince to return to the dynasty, and the last time the Tang Emperor visited, he wanted to take the prince back to the capital, and Li Chang, who was already 125 years old, had no choice but to climb the top of the mountain and fall off the cliff Nirvana.

When Wu Jun thought of this legend, he always had the urge to laugh......

Others falling off the cliff is called falling off the cliff, and this Yuanze mage falling off the cliff is called Nirvana......

There is also a 125-year-old climber, which is a real cow beer!

666！

Wu Jun is so big, he hasn't climbed Donglin Mountain yet!

"Hey, Xiaojun, look, someone has gone up the mountain in front of us. ”

Ma Dongmei couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw two well-shaped footprints on the road.

Wu Jun also saw the footprints: "It's true, there are still people coming to this small broken temple in this kind of ghost weather." ”

"Bah, bah, blah, don't blame the Buddha, children are talking nonsense. Ma Dongmei muttered and glared at Wu Jun, "When you get to the front of the mountain, you are not allowed to be foolish." ”

"Yes. Wu Jun covered his mouth and was unconvinced.

"Let's go, hurry into the temple and return the wish that we will go home well, it's getting dark late. Ma Dongmei greeted and led the way in front.

The two walked for more than 20 minutes from the front of the mountain to the gate of Wanshou Temple.

The gates of Manjuji Temple are only open during the fair, and the gates are usually closed, and there are hardly any visitors.

Unless it's a devout believer like Ma Dongmei who comes to make a vow or something.

Wu Jun and his mother entered the temple through the small door, and the two sets of footprints on the snow in the temple were still there.

In the distance, Wu Jun saw a bloated woman pacing back and forth at the door with a quilt in her arms.

Moreover, this woman gave Wu Jun a sense of déjà vu.

Ma Dongmei also saw the woman, turned around and said to Wu Jun: "Come first, come first, let's wait here for a while, and then we will go after the people are finished." ”

"Oh. Wu Jun agreed, but his eyes were still waiting for the woman pacing at the temple gate.

Ma Dongmei followed her son's gaze to see the woman at the door, and teased her: "Look, what? Want to have a baby?"

Wu Jun was speechless: "How can you get involved with having a child for no reason......"

He just felt that the woman was a little familiar, what did it have to do with having a child!

Ma Dongmei glanced at her son and said, "Silly boy, what is not a child in the swaddling clothes she is holding in her arms!"

"Huh? That's a swaddling thing...... I thought I was hugging the quilt!" Wu Jun looked suddenly enlightened.

The swaddling thing was too unfamiliar to an unmarried man, and Wu Jun didn't think about it at all.

After Ma Dongmei's prompt, Wu Jun connected the things in his parents' arms with the legendary swaddling clothes of the child!

No wonder the women kept pacing in front of the door, it turned out that they were coaxing the children!

Sure enough.

As soon as Ma Dongmei's words fell, a loud baby cry sounded in the courtyard.

Ma Dongmei couldn't hear the child crying the most, and after hearing the child's crying, the expression on her face became a little concerned.

"One by one, don't cry, don't cry, Mom came out soon. The woman continued to circle the doorway, gently patting the swaddling clothes and calling the child's name in her mouth.

"Huh......" Wu Jun felt very familiar after hearing the woman's voice, and a person automatically appeared in his mind.

Li Yueling!

Before, he felt that this woman was familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere, but he thought that she was like Li Yueling, the live-in nanny of Angel's family.

Hearing the voice of the woman speaking at this moment, the image of Li Yueling resurfaced in Wu Jun's mind.

The image and voice are matched, and Wu Jun feels that this woman has a 90% chance that she is Li Yueling.

The remaining ten percent uncertainty is because Wu Jun clearly knows that Li Yueling's family does not have a child as small as in her arms.

"Don't cry, don't cry. ”

The sound of women coaxing children came again, and the image of Li Yueling became clearer and clearer in Wu Jun's mind.

Ma Dongmei tugged at Wu Jun's sleeve and said anxiously: "Is the child hungry, why is the child's mother still not coming out." ”

"Mom, why are you in a hurry......" Wu Jun looked at his mother, crying and laughing.

The child's cry seemed to have penetrating power, and it was painful to hear. Ma Dongmei frowned lightly and said, "How do you feel that this child is different from other people's children's crying." ”

"Isn't this someone else's child......" Wu Jun was speechless.

Ma Dongmei insisted: "This other person's child is different from other people's children. ”