There is no car to Sangjia Village in Qingniu Township, and the only way is to walk on two legs.

Shi Xiaofeng inquired about the way to Sangjia Village, and several villagers shook their heads, saying that Sangjia Village is the most remote village in Qingniu Township, and it is extremely rugged to climb over two mountains, where are you going to do it as a foreigner?

Shi Xiaofeng smiled and walked towards the mountain. He had even been to an isolated place like Crescent Village, and what place he didn't dare to go.

The mountain road was indeed extremely rugged, but his feet were like flying, and it took two hours to complete, and the villagers said that they would have to walk for most of the day.

In front of me is Sangjia Village, which is actually a small mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers and picturesque scenery, which has a bit of the flavor of Crescent Village.

Villagers came in and out of the village, and everyone was surprised when they saw Shi Xiaofeng, obviously very few outsiders in the village came.

Sang Xiaomei has told Shi Xiaofeng that her father's name is Sang Yihai. But Shi Xiaofeng inquired about this name, but no one knew, everyone shook their heads, saying that they had never heard of a person named Sang Yihai in the village.

He inquired about the white-haired ghost again, and everyone didn't know what to do. Someone pointed him out to the old village chief, saying that the old village chief might know who you were looking for.

He found the old village chief's house, and the gray-haired old village chief smiled and said, "You are the right person, no one in this village knows who Sang Yihai is except me." ”

The old village chief asked Shi Xiaofeng to sit down and listen to him speak slowly.

Due to its remote location and inconvenient transportation, there have always been very few outsiders who marry into the village, and the young people in the village can't bear the loneliness and go out to make a living. Now there are only about 30 families in the whole village, with a population of more than 100, and most of them are surnamed Sang.

Sang Yihai was the playmate of the old village chief when he was a child, he was resourceful since he was a child, and he was the child king of the village. But when he was 11 years old, his family suffered a great change, his parents both died of a plague, and Sang Yihai became an orphan overnight.

After the plague, a distant uncle came to Sangjia Village to pick up Sang Yihai, and he had been gone for more than 30 years.

One day, a middle-aged man in his forties came to the village with a little girl doll in his arms, and no one knew who he was. He found the old village chief's house, and the old village chief learned that he was a childhood friend he hadn't seen for more than 30 years.

According to Sang Yihai himself, he has experienced ups and downs in the past 30 years, and has also had some adventures and learned some special skills. But when the old village chief asked him what his profession was, he always flickered and refused to say it explicitly, only saying that he was middle-aged and had a daughter, and he wanted to take his daughter back to his hometown to see it, so that his daughter could know where her parents' roots were.

When the old village chief finished speaking, he remembered to ask the guests for their intentions.

Shi Xiaofeng took out the urn from the bag and said: "I brought Sang Yihai back, he can't return to his hometown in life, and he hopes that Ye Luo will return to his roots after death." I was entrusted by his daughter to bring his ashes back to the ground. ”

The old village chief never expected that Sang Yihai was no longer alive, so he was stunned for a moment, took the urn, and felt a little sad in his heart.

Soon, the old village chief raised his head and said: "We have nothing else in this poor ravine, but we have a lot of land, and the village has practiced burial for hundreds of years, and there are no procedures for using the land, so I will arrange for someone to bury the urn tomorrow." ”

Shi Xiaofeng said: "Old village chief, I came from afar, the purpose is not to simply bury a box, I hope to build a decent tomb for Sang Yihai, and use a good stone as a tombstone." ”

He learned Sang Yihai's acupoint stunt, which is equivalent to his next-generation disciple. I also feel that the white-haired ghost is a generation of martial arts monsters, and he died unexpectedly, so he should be buried thickly.

The old village chief was in trouble and said: "The conditions in the village are poor, and the burial is usually a simple grave, and your request may be ......."

Shi Xiaofeng said: "Old village chief, I am not afraid of spending money, but I hope that the cemetery is built satisfactorily, so that future generations can have a place to mourn." I'm a foreigner, and I'm not familiar with anything, so I can only ask you about this matter!"

The old village chief said, "Well, I'll do my best." According to what you said, the selection of better granite and marble has to be transported into the mountain from the outside, not to mention the time-consuming, how can this material be processed for more than 10,000 yuan......"

Sangjia Village is closed and backward, and the villagers live a simple life, for them, more than 10,000 yuan is already a lot of money, and the old village chief is afraid of scaring the guests.

Shi Xiaofeng said: "That's it, I'll pay 30,000 yuan, and you can build the tomb in the fastest time!"

The old village chief was surprised and delighted, and said, "I can't use it, I can't use so much money......"

Shi Xiaofeng said: "There are many, even if I donate it to the village." I can't stay in Sangjia Village for long, I just want to finish it as soon as possible. ”

He took out 10,000 yuan in cash from his bag and put it on the table, saying, "I will pay a deposit of 10,000 yuan first, and then 20,000 yuan when it is finished." ”

The old village chief made up his mind and said, "After I have lunch, I will take people down the mountain to buy stones and hire workers." Two days, two days at most, guaranteed completion!"

Shi Xiaofeng said: "Okay, I'll wait for two days." Old village chief, is there a place to live in the village?"

The old village chief smiled: "My house has a lot of rooms, if you don't dislike it, you can live in my house." ”

Shi Xiaofeng said: "That's the best, I'll cause you trouble." ”

The old village chief put out the wine and food, and wanted to have a few drinks with Shi Xiaofeng. His woman and children went back to their parents' house, happy and quiet.

"The bad wine brewed by the people in the mountains, the distinguished guests come from afar, I am not well entertained, and I ask you to bear with me. The old village chief enthusiastically poured a full glass of wine for Shi Xiaofeng.

Shi Xiaofeng raised his glass and drank it all, this wine did not taste good, but he didn't like wine, and he couldn't taste the quality of the wine. I sandwiched a piece of bacon and put it in my mouth, but it was fat but not greasy, thin but not firewood, fragrant and refreshing.

Shi Xiaofeng had a great appetite, and frequently clinked glasses with the village chief, eating a plate of bacon and a plate of wild vegetables cleanly. The old village chief was very happy to see the guests eating and drinking.

After collecting the table, the old village chief immediately called a few young men and went down the mountain to do business. Shi Xiaofeng was drunk, and he fell asleep when he entered the room.

When I woke up, it was getting late. After waiting for a few more hours, the old village chief finally came back, saying that he had gone to Qingniu Township in the afternoon and invited workers, but the stone used had to be purchased in XL County. The next morning, workers will go up the hill with stones and tools to work on the spot in the village to ensure that the project is completed in one day.

During dinner, the old village chief drank a few more glasses, was happy, and called Shi Xiaofeng brothers.

He said with confused eyes and a big tongue: "Brother Shi... You... You and Sang Yihai are not related, and you have traveled thousands of miles to send his ashes back for burial...... This kind of righteous act is really admirable......"

Shi Xiaofeng said: "Mr. Sang and I have a teacher-student friendship, and it is really not worth mentioning that the younger generation does this little thing. ”

The old village chief said again: "Sang Yihai is the same year as me, and he is not too old...... He, why is he so early... And went?"

Shi Xiaofeng pondered for a moment, thinking that this matter was a long story and involved too much, so there was no need to say it explicitly. Then he said: "Mr. Sang is riddled with old diseases, and the long-term treatment is ineffective. Alas, it's a pity. ”

The old village chief drank a glass of wine and sighed for a while.