Lan Xiang led the autumn equinox and the winter solstice into the courtyard, startling the two of them. The two hurriedly separated, each found an object at random and held it in their hands, and posed as if they had nothing to do. Zhenshu also called the names of the babies too enthusiastically, asking here and there, to hide his panicked expression.

Lan Xiang was born with a pair of sharp eyes, and she already understood the thoughts of the two. She also pretended not to know anything, wandered around the yard blindly, left the baby cub, and hurried away.

The old couple of Zhenshu looked at each other and couldn't say anything.

Xylophone is cooking dinner. The freshly renovated pot house was steaming hot, and the screeching sound of a shovel hitting an iron pot could be heard from time to time. Maosheng squatted at the gate of the West Courtyard with Zhong'er in his arms, playing with sour dates. Jing'er circled in front of her and behind her, playing the game of hiding cats alone.

Lan Xiang stepped into the pot house. Through the hot air, Xylophone thought that Maosheng had come in, so he said casually, you send the food to Uncle Sour Jujube, and come back to eat.

Hearing a chuckle, Xylophone looked up and saw that it was Lan Xiang, so he smiled and said, Why did you come in quietly. I thought it was Maosheng. Hurry up and give up your seat.

Lan Xiang hurriedly said, you are busy with yours. I'll come back later.

Muqin guessed that she was in a hurry at this time, and there must be something urgent, so she said that the meal was also ready, let him eat it. Let's go into the hall and talk.

Immediately, she brought the food for the sour jujube to the door of the West Courtyard, and asked Maosheng and Jing'er to go to the pot house to eat. She and Lan Xiang went into the hall and sat down, and poured another bowl of water.

Lan Xiang was unexpectedly cramped. She sat there honestly, not knowing what to say for a while.

Xylophone asked strangely, what's wrong, is there something wrong. Seeing that she still didn't speak, Xylophone asked several times in a row, but Lan Xiang still didn't say. Xylophone was a little anxious, thinking that something big had happened. She asked, what the hell is going on, I'm dying in a hurry.

The corners of Lan Xiang's mouth squirmed for a long time, and she replied hesitantly, I wanted to pull with you a long time ago. When I fought with Jin Lian last time, I wanted to pull, but I always felt that it was inappropriate, so I kept it in my heart. These days, seeing the baby's grandmother suffering day and night, they are not allowed to let outsiders know, for fear of making a big mess. That's going to kill someone. I'm so bored that I want to tell you about it, and ask you to help me get an idea, and see what to do, and I don't dare to make trouble.

Lan Xiang recounted in detail what she heard and saw, and finally cursed and swore, I don't dare to lie. Otherwise, let Lei Gong thunder and bombard me today. As she spoke, she began to sobble with excitement.

The xylophone had nothing to say for a while. She believed that Lan Xiang didn't make up the story and lie. Moreover, she is still her own concubine, she will never splash such dirty water on her family out of nothing. However, this kind of thing is very tricky to deal with. If you can't catch the current situation and have no evidence, you are framing good people. The sin is going to be great, and it will not only affect the affairs of one or two people or one or two families, but it is likely to affect the families of both parties. Even if you get stuck in the house and grab the bed, what can you do? They were sent to the commune and marched in the streets for adultery or corruption of social morals. If that's the case, the social atmosphere will get darker and darker, not to mention, the people of Xinghua Village will also be criticized. The whole family has no light on their faces, and the person concerned will be saddled with a lifetime of shameful infamy. Besides, this kind of private matter between the two has nothing to do with the entire social atmosphere.

Lan Xiang finally poured out the words that were suffocating in her chest, and her heart was a lot more relaxed. Seeing that the xylophone was silent for a while, her heart slipped to her throat again. She asked nervously, what do you say? This matter is also known to the baby's grandmother and the baby's father, and then it's you. They didn't dare to say or move when they saw the sky, and they couldn't discuss a good way. Please, give me an idea.

Xylophone pondered for a long time before saying, don't be too impatient about this matter. Outsiders can't interfere, and you can't interfere either. If you want me to see it, let my aunt find a proper time to talk to Jin Lian, communicate and communicate, and see if there is anything hidden inside. If such a thing is done, there must be a reason. It's like the Quartet is lazy when he goes home, and he doesn't care enough or something. You also know the things between the two of you, and you won't say it lightly. Moreover, this matter must not be publicized. must be solved secretly at home, just break up the two and stop interacting. Don't let outsiders see the joke, leave a handle.

Lan Xiang suddenly got an idea. She said, yes, yes, I'll tell the baby about his milk. After that, he didn't even have time to say the word "thank you", turned around and went straight to Zhenshu's house.

At this time, Mao Sheng saw that Lan Xiang was gone, so he whispered to Muqin, is it for the affairs of the Quartet family.

Xylophone asked vigilantly, what are you talking about, what is the matter of the Quartet family.

Mao Sheng laughed and said, "Hide it from me." There are rumors outside that Xigui and the Quartet family are getting better.

Xylophone replied casually, talking nonsense, men are also like women who are talking nonsense about their wives' tongues, which is really shameless. She immediately diverted the topic and asked Uncle Sour Zao if he was still worried and sad.

Mao Sheng said, yes. Since the death of the cow, he has no heart to make a fire to cook, and when he sees the sky eating cold cakes and drinking cold water, his spirit is poor.

Xylophone said, you often go to comfort and comfort him. It's not always a way to live alone. I'll have to find him a home again.

Mao Sheng said happily, Okay, I'll go and talk to him, and the root of his illness will be removed. With that, he got up and walked happily to the west courtyard.

Xylophone said urgently, don't worry, I just have an idea, and I can easily find it anywhere.

Mao Sheng didn't seem to hear clearly, and the hurried figure disappeared in a flash at the gate.

Jing'er was still crazy in the west courtyard, and Zhong'er also slept quietly on the bed, and the room suddenly fell silent. Muqin recalled the words of Lan Xiang and Mao Sheng, and was worried about Jin Lian. It seems that this matter will not be solved so easily, and there will definitely be a big chaos waiting for it. Now, in the face of such a situation, there is nothing she can do.

She thought, when she finds an appropriate opportunity, she must talk to Jin Lian. Whether she listens or not, she still has to make the great conflict clear. Let her weigh it herself and end the matter as soon as possible. After all, she has a little prestige among women, and they all treat her as a confidant. If she comes forward to speak, maybe Jin Lian will still be able to listen. It's been a long time, and something is bound to happen. At that time, I'm afraid that Jin Lian's fate will be miserable.

It's early winter, and the weather is suddenly cold.

A chill invaded from the northwest mountain pass and stayed in the huge mountain pass. Slowly accumulating, precipitating, wandering between every corner of the ditch large and small.

After a autumn of dyeing, the original colorful colors of the mountains and slopes were ruthlessly peeled off layer by layer by this sudden chill, leaving only the dark branches and crumbling dead leaves in the dense forest. The mountain seemed to have shed its flowery clothes, revealing its black-brown rugged bones, and straightened its chest tremblingly in the cold wind that swept in the four fields, resisting the increasingly strong frost. The trees that resemble body hair also shiver with the cold wind, making bursts of "whirring" sighs. The rocks that used to be hidden in the shade of the greenery also poked their heads out one by one, revealing their iron-blue faces with teeth and claws through the cracks in the fine branches.

On the hillsides, between the ravines, there are no green or gray crops in the fields. Bare and exposed gray-white skin, let the cold air inhale lightly, helplessly waiting for the ravages of winter. Eventually, it will be injected into the energy bag that reserves life for the hearty release of the next spring.

There is a solemn atmosphere in the whole col. Suddenly intense, suddenly low, but not tragic or desolate, but stoic and anticipating. Endure the loneliness of a long winter, looking forward to another appointment.

At the foot of the North Mountain, far from the village, a few red flags stretched out in the slightly pale sunlight. Standing at the entrance of the village, looking up to the north, the first thing that catches your eye is a little red in the gray bush. Then, you will hear the sound of the wind drifting from there, like joy, like laughter, like the sound of ramming, like thunder. At first glance, it can be faintly heard, but when you listen closely, there is no trace.

There are few people in the village. Occasionally, a figure swayed, and an old man with a hunched back led a child who could not move independently, leaning on his house or in front of his house, basking in the sun. Or there are naughty young children who refuse to accept the reprimand, break free from the old man's dry hands, and run to the dead branches and leaves in front of the hospital to check something. Immediately, he followed a faltering figure and dragged the delicate child back to the warm door. After a while, this will happen again.

The Xinghua Village Brigade Headquarters is located in the middle of the village.

On a large flat plateau, there are rows of nine houses, all of which are low houses with stone walls and straw. The doors and windows are dilapidated, the light is low, and the inside is slightly darker. It is surrounded by a courtyard wall made of rocks forked together, and it is not glued with mud and water. Some of the wall stones are stacked, some are scattered, like a long, straight pile of stones, wrapping the house around this flat ridge.

Although the house is low, the yard is large enough to accommodate five or six ordinary farm yards. Inside, there are some wooden sticks, ox carts, ploughs and other common production tools, and Chen Heng is in the dead grass that will reach people's waists under a few tall apricot trees. The doors of the houses were nailed with small wooden planks three inches wide. The names of offices, accounting offices, warehouses, etc., are written in ink, all of which are written by Zhenshu.

The light in the room is dim, but the furnishings are still visible. Against the north wall is a large conjoined table, the size of two tables, which can sit opposite the east and west sides. In addition, two wooden row chairs occupy nearly half of the entire room. Such desks can be found everywhere in communes and village teams. There is a row of cupboards against the east wall, which contain the relevant account information of the village team and the bits and pieces of common household belongings.

Sour Apricot was napping alone on a row of chairs.

The day before yesterday, he went to the commune for a meeting, and he happened to meet Quartet on the streets of the town. The Quartet insisted that he go to his place for dinner after the meeting. Sour Xing went, and in the Sifang dormitory, he drank some wine with Sifang. Before leaving, there was no one in all directions, and he secretly took out two shriveled ** sticks from under his bed. Leaving one for himself, he wrapped the other one in newspaper, and hurriedly stuffed it into the bag that Sour Xing carried with him. He whispered, it was the donkey's whip. Anyway, regardless of Sour Xing's reaction and humility, he forcibly sent him out of the hotel gate. Although Sour Apricot was a little embarrassed on her face, she was actually happy in her heart. Along the way, he thought, this kid from the Quartet is so good at living, so he put all his effort into getting here.

When he returned home, he originally wanted the woman to cook and eat it that night, but it didn't work. Mao Lin and Zhenfu came together to report the progress of the dam construction site at the foot of Beishan, but he didn't dare to show it. After the two of them left, the dinner was over.

He put the bullwhip in the "angry cat" and saved it for later. This "angry cat" is the local people's collective name for the basket hanging high on the roof beam. It means that good things are put in this basket, and it is useless to let the cat die of hunger. I can't go up, and I can't reach it. Don't you know, Sour Apricot didn't make her cat angry, but she made herself angry enough. During the night, the rat sprinkled joy and gnawed off half of the donkey's whip.

The sour apricot didn't dare to keep it anymore, so she let the woman cook the whole wine and drink it. Sure enough, the strength was so strong that the two of them didn't sleep well in the middle of the night. When I woke up this morning, I felt tired, my eyes were blue, and my eyes were sleepy. I think it was because I was too energetic last night and didn't have a good rest. He also got a good number of women, saying that he was old, old, and not serious, so that the babies and cubs knew, how could he have a face.

As usual, he had already laid down in bed at home to catch up on sleep. If he doesn't make up for his sleep, he will definitely not get out of bed. However, even if he was killed today, he didn't dare to squat at home anymore.

According to the arrangement of the commune meeting the day before yesterday, in the next few days, the commune will supervise and inspect the progress of the winter water conservancy construction projects of the major brigades. No greetings, no fixed dates, spot checks anytime, anywhere. Check it out, hold an on-site meeting, set a typical example, and be praised. Check it, write it for inspection, and report criticism. If it is serious, it is necessary to investigate the responsibility of the main leaders. Suspended, demoted, or dismissed, etc., are nothing more than the usual tricks of cat and mouse, ruthlessly scaring the village officials who are getting more and more slippery.

Sour apricot is dreaming. He dreamed that he was ** up, squatting in a house full of donkey whips and bullwhips, nibbling on the tender donkey whips one by one. The donkey's whip writhed, like an eel in a river, and refused to enter the mouth of the sour apricot. It made him so anxious that he didn't swallow a few. From time to time, he skimmed his crotch, not only did he not see the majesty, but he was as soft as mud, loosening into a puddle of black ash, and he did not see a trace of anger. Suddenly, a donkey whip as thick as an arm was tightly held in the hand by the sour apricot. He was about to nibble when the other end of the donkey's whip went around his back and gave him a few gentle strokes on his back. He awoke suddenly, and saw several people standing in the room. Director Du of the Commune Revolutionary Committee was patting him on the shoulder with his hand.

When Director Du saw that he was awake, he was dissatisfied and said, what time is it, and he dares to be lazy and slippery here.

The sour apricot stood up with a spirit, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and his whole body was cold. He hurriedly nodded and gave up his seat to the leaders of the commune, and said casually, "Hey, hey, Director Du, my personal leader." If you kill me, I won't dare to be lazy and slippery here. Last night, I discussed things on the construction site, and I almost stayed up until dawn. I was just about to take a nap, and I told you to catch me.

Director Du interrupted him and said, whether you are slippery or not, go to the construction site to see it. If you dare to lie, I will not rely on you. After that, Director Du immediately went out of the house and asked Sour Xing to lead the group and go straight to the construction site.

The construction site of Xinghua Village is mainly located at the foot of Beishan Mountain. It was to cut off the small river that did not dry in winter and summer, and build a dam on the terrain to build a small pond to water the hundreds of acres of cultivated fields scattered in the col in the dry and rainless season. The construction site has been spread out for more than half a month and has gradually taken shape. All the people in the village who could work went into battle, even the women and the half-cubs.

At this time, the people on the construction site are resting. Without the noise of people turning their backs just now, the construction site is not deserted. People are giggling and laughing. This lively place is on the section of the drainage channel under the responsibility of the women's group under the embankment.

In the beginning, the fatigue of the construction site dragged people listlessly. When I took a break from work, there were people lying crookedly everywhere. Occasionally, a man laughed at a woman and said a few boring words, and the whole construction site seemed lifeless. Men can fall on all fours to rest, but women don't. They can only get together in a bunch of east and west, and talk about some short gossip about the east and west. Or if you have a long tongue to cause trouble, you will intentionally or unintentionally decorate some unpleasant incidents, causing a series of small contradictions and small bumps.

Xylophone is tired of such trivial matters, and it is difficult to explain and unclear. I thought it would be better to motivate the women in the workplace and engage in some recreational activities. There is no idle time to tear up gossip, and the fatigue caused by labor is eliminated. She knows that there are a few women who have good voices and can sing some new songs and old dramas. Especially Jin Lian and Xue'e, the tone they sang was particularly lingering and beautiful. So she encouraged them to take the lead in singing so that others could sing along.

At first, no matter how much she instigated them, the two of them just didn't sing. The two of them blushed with shame and buried their heads in the crotch of their legs, twisting them so badly. The xylophone had no choice, so he sang it first. Don't you know, her voice is loud, but when she sings, she is as straight as a cow, and she is always out of tune. It caused men, women and children to laugh and cry out that their stomachs hurt. The two of them didn't care when they saw the xylophone being laughed at, so they were eager to try**. Coupled with the xylophone vigorously agitating, the two of them squirmed and sang along. In this way, a few younger ones were brought to sing. The women's construction site became a little lively, attracting onlookers from the villagers. Slowly, some people recommended the men to sing the lyrics, and coaxed and pestered him to sing. When he was forced to be helpless, several men also sang. Therefore, when it comes to labor, people always look forward to work breaks. With hope, time flies and fatigue goes quickly. Zhenshu also brought his own Jinghu and accompanied the people who could sing old operas, making it look like a stage on the construction site.

Before Sour Xing and his party arrived at the construction site, there was a sound of Jinghu and the joke "Yi Yi Ya Ya" from a distance.

Director Du frowned and said, Lao He, what are you doing.

Sour Xing scolded these bastards in her heart. If you don't rest early or late, you have to work and rest at this juncture. is still making jokes, not dropping potions into his eyes. With a fine sweat on his forehead, he replied nervously, it was work break, and they had nothing to do, so they would have fun or something. Rest assured, I will definitely put a stop to this unhealthy trend. Work is like work, rest is like rest, and it will never be so messy again.

Director Du didn't reply, pushing his "national defense" brand broken bicycle that didn't ring all over except for the bell, and hurried to the construction site.

Sour apricot's heart is like fifteen buckets of water. He thought, this is the end, let himself say the sky, and he won't be a problem. Because of this, he secretly hated xylophones. This crazy woman, what's wrong with it, you have to do it here, you want to fall on my table. If you don't rectify it this time, you won't be able to go to the sky next time.

When I came to the construction site, I saw people gathered around the construction site and squatted around the dam body that was about to take shape, watching a pair of men and women singing old plays. From time to time, the crowd erupted in a burst of shouts of goodwill.

Sour Xing ran over first and shouted loudly, stop, stop, shout soul. The leader comes to inspect the work, and let's go to work quickly.

The crowd was stunned for a moment, and then they got up again to go to work.

Director Du hurriedly shouted, don't stop, don't stop, and continue singing. That's good.

Thinking that the people of the Commune were talking back, they hurried to find their tools and ran away. Immediately, the sound of pickaxes hitting stones was heard on the construction site.

Director Du asked Sour Xing, who led the way. Sour Xing hurriedly said that it was the women's leader xylophone. He shouted the xylophone again and again, telling her to hurry up.

Muqin rushed over in a panic, saying that this was all his own leader, and it had nothing to do with the village cadres or the members. If you want to deal with it, just deal with myself.

Director Du laughed and said, what to deal with, it's too late to promote this method. He asked again, you don't think you're a local, do you?

Sour Xing interjected, it was from Maosheng's family, and he returned from Nanjing, and he didn't know much about the rules here. Leaders are all to blame.

Director Du ignored the stubble of the sour apricot. He just asked the xylophone some things, such as how old he is, how many babies he has, what kind of culture he is, why did he think of taking the lead in this activity, what are the benefits, and so on.

In the face of Director Du's series of questions, half of them were answered by Muqin himself, and he immediately said that this matter was picked by himself, and there was no responsibility for the village cadres. How the commune dealt with it, he recognized it. Half of them were answered by the trailing woods. He also added some words of affirmation and praise for the xylophone's work.

In fact, Mao Lin didn't know the fright and despair in Sour Apricot's heart. He also thought that the leaders of the commune appreciated such activities, and specially asked the initiator xylophone to introduce his experience. Not to be left behind, he squeezed forward, said more good things, and showed himself more in front of the leaders of the Commune. So that they know that there is a credit to my Maolin here, and it is also to deepen the impression of the commune leaders on the production captain of Xinghua Village. If he understood the sour apricot's fear, he would have smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped into the crowd, and he wouldn't be called to find the ghost.

Sour Xing's heart was happy for a while, thinking, you stinky boy is too shrewd, and you ran to this troubled water. It's good, the top is investigated, we are two grasshoppers tied to a rope, we can't jump on me, we can't run away from you, let's die in a bunch.

A few people were talking, and someone shouted a xylophone on the canal construction site at their feet, saying that Zhong'er had woken up and wanted to feed. This shout not only caused another layer of fine sweat on the sour apricot's forehead, but even the xylophone looked panicked.

Xylophone explained in a hesitant way that the child was small and unattended, so he was brought to the construction site. However, there was no delay in labor.

Director Du asked softly, how old is it?

Xylophone replied honestly, seven months old.

Director Du was silent for a while. He pondered for a moment, then turned to the people with him and said, "Look, look." Let's see that we complain about busy work and high pressure, so let's compare. What else can I say about it? He also instructed a young man with glasses, "You are responsible for sorting out a typical material for the cultural and entertainment propaganda carried out on the construction site in this village, and report it directly to me." I think it's nice to have a live meeting here. The project can be seen and touched, and new things are also readily available, which is worth promoting.

As soon as she heard this, Sour Xing's heart almost jumped out, and the fright just now suddenly turned into infinite surprise. This momentary drop made him wonder if there was something wrong with his ears and he had heard it wrong. He stood dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

An accompanying leader pushed his shoulder and teased, Lao He, why are you confused again. Director Du wants to give you a typical on-site meeting for the village tree.

Sour apricot sobered up and knew that she had heard it right. In his nervousness, he didn't know how to speak, just grinning innocently. The two mouths almost hung on the two ears of the wind.

Director Du said to himself again, Lao Hu saw that Tian'er complained to me like a fart, saying that a basket of wood in Xinghua Village could not cut a wooden bar. The ready-made one is here, and I'm still anxious.

Sour apricot's heart flickered. But because the surprise just now came so suddenly, he didn't go deep into it, and he didn't have time to think deeply. He hurriedly ran back and forth to accompany Director Du and his entourage to carefully check the construction situation on the construction site, and took out a crumpled small notebook, and carefully noted down the leaders' adjustment opinions on several small places. After that, Sour Xing sent the commune leader Gong out of the construction site. It wasn't until he couldn't see the shadow anymore that he raised his arm and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, which he didn't know whether it was cold or hot.

He asked Zhenfu to call Zhenshu over.

Zhenshu ran over and asked, and the leader was gone.

Sour apricot should be on the road, walking. I whispered again, I had a dream at night, and I dreamed that I was squatting naked in a room, nibbling on the ** stick that would move. You can explain it, is this dream good, or is it bad.

Zhenshu replied, okay, it's a good dream. In the dream, it is said that the man's life is good, and it is said that it is good to be naked and lucky. It's just that the ** stick will be active, and you will have to eat, and you may have a scare. Nor can it be fully believed. A good dream is always a good dream, and it's nothing if it's a little bit worse.

Sour apricot casually said, yes, yes, I'm just asking. So he sent him to continue his work. But he thought in his heart, this dream is really accurate. I wasn't almost scared to death, but I almost died of joy.

In this sudden change, in addition to the sour apricot and xylophone, Mao Sheng was the most frightened.

He saw a broad-shouldered man who had been interrogating his woman, and the people around him were honestly listening. The sour apricot's face was long and bloodless. I knew that the big cadres of the commune came because they thought that their women were acting recklessly and caused a big disaster to the brigade and themselves. He was absentmindedly doing his work, and nervously watching the movements of the group of people on the side of the embankment, all the while beating the drumsticks in his heart. He thought that the public society would not take its own women away and hold a criticism meeting. If that's the case, how can you do it? He complained about the woman's troubles, and lamented his own powerlessness. There is only anxiety, but there is no way.

After finishing work at noon, people rushed to their homes in piles of threes and fives, still talking about what happened during the work break. Some said it was a good thing, and the people who didn't see the commune had a smile on their faces when they left. Some say it's a bad thing, you look at the sour face, it's too late to cry, and you have the idea of kneeling. The more he said this, the more anxious Mao Sheng became, and his heart kept in his throat.

As soon as he entered the house, Mao Sheng began to complain about the xylophone, saying that we would not dare to make trouble in the future, and scare everyone to death. If there is really a good one, let the commune hold a criticism meeting, who will rescue you.

Xylophone comforted him and said, it's not so serious. Isn't it just singing a song and humming a song, and it doesn't delay labor and destroy production, why will there be a criticism meeting?

Mao Sheng instructed with palpitations, it's better to be careful, but don't dare to make any more mistakes.

As he spoke, Mao Lin came in with a shovel. It seems that he didn't have time to rush home before he made a beeline for here.

Mao Lin said, congratulations to my sister-in-law, who added color to our village's face in front of the commune leaders. The commune is also preparing to hold an on-site meeting in our village, which is the first time that our village has opened up a world.

Maosheng hurriedly asked, is it going to be a criticism meeting for Jing'er Niang. After listening to Maolin's explanation, the heart that had been hanging in his throat for half a morning finally fell to the ground. He said repeatedly, this is good, it's okay, don't cause any trouble.

Mao Lin came in such a hurry, because he said that he didn't have to go to the construction site this afternoon, and went to the brigade office to discuss the preparation of the commune meeting. In particular, how to make the cultural and entertainment publicity activities in the workplace more prosperous and lively.

After sending Mao Lin away, the wood family hurriedly made a fire to cook, and Mao Sheng was watching and coaxing Zhong'er in the yard. The sour jujube went to herd the cattle, and he didn't come back at noon, and it was quiet in the west courtyard. Jing'er had nowhere to go, so she played around Maosheng and teased Zhong'er.

At this time, the footsteps of Zhuo La sounded outside the door again, and Zhenfu's wife entered the courtyard with her teeth open. She said hello to Mao Sheng, arched into the pot house, chatted with the xylophone for a long time, and left happily. Before leaving, she also said to Maosheng, the eldest nephew is really a good fate, and it is difficult to find someone with a lantern, so you can meet you, and I don't know which life it is a blessing. He also said that the two babies look like their nephews and daughters-in-law, and they must be characters when they grow up.

After sending Huoyazi away, Maosheng asked the xylophone in a daze, what is wrong with Huoyazi, which makes people confused. Xylophone laughed and said it was a good thing.

Huoyazi rushed over in such a hurry, and it was assigned by Zhenfu.

The object of the bank, vanilla, is going to visit home tomorrow. Zhenfu had already asked Huoyazi to find a good candidate to accompany him, that is, Xue'e, Lanxiang and Full Moon, who went to the supply and marketing cooperative's hotel to accompany the blind date last time. However, today's incident on the construction site made Zhenfu immediately have a new understanding of xylophone. He felt that the person who accompanied him had to add a xylophone. Without her presence, this face would not have been upgraded, and the value would not have gone up.

Zhenfu has always been confident in his judgment. He saw clearly that the xylophone was by no means a hen that could only lay eggs and hold babies, but a phoenix in the hen's nest. Once she flies into shape, I'm afraid this small apricot blossom village won't be able to hold her.

When he was walking home, he calculated that he must let Xylophone participate in the occasion of the bank's housekeeper. In this way, not only does it look good on the field, but if you think about it in the long run, there are only benefits and no disadvantages. He hurriedly sent his mother-in-law out of the house, and sat at home anxiously waiting for a reply, worried that the xylophone would not agree and would not give him this face.

These days, Sour Apricot has been in extreme depression and anxiety.

The sour apricots seen by outsiders are busy running around at home and outside the village as always. It's like a tireless spinning top, spinning around without stopping. Sometimes, he squatted in the office of the brigade and convened meetings of cadres large and small to study production. Sometimes, they hurriedly walk on the crossings in and out of the cols, or weave through the narrow streets of the village, which crisscross like spider webs.

Most of the time, he always has a simple smile on his face. When I met the elderly, I always said hello from afar. When I saw the baby, I also had to step forward and tease me for a sentence or two. Even guarding a group of people, facing a male cub who is only five or six years old, he will take advantage of his unwillingness to coldly tear off the rope cloth that binds the baby's waist, pinch the little ** in the crotch of the cub's leg with his hand, and say that the big dog bites people at night. It made the child scream and run away with his pants in his hands.

This is the sour apricot in the eyes of the villagers, honest and honest, respecting the old and loving the young, being dedicated, steady and easy-going, and being able to mingle with everyone. However, the calmness and composure on the outside cannot replace the boredom on the inside. The sour apricot that stepped out of the door of the house is the sour apricot that people see. Once the sour apricot enters the threshold of its own home, it is the real sour apricot. His face is dull, his expression is melancholy, his heart is heavy, his food is not sweet, and he does not sleep soundly.

The first to notice this change in sour apricot was his woman. The virtues of the women of the Song family are the same on the outside. In the village, no one dares to compare her with their own family. Even if it is compared, it is a shame. Women understand their man's inner torment best. She is always kind and careful, doing her best to relieve the pressure on the man's heart. She also knew that it was all in vain, and no one could relieve him of this worry.

The first thing that made Sour Apricot feel aggrieved was a collective matter.

The commune's winter water conservancy project construction site will be held as scheduled, but not in Xinghua Village, but in Beishan Village, where the commune is located.

Before the meeting, Sour Apricot got the news that the on-site meeting would not be held in Xinghua Village. He once quietly asked Yang Xiande, saying that Director Du said that he would hold an on-site meeting in our village, so why did he say that he would change it. We used all the strength of the milk to make the embankment look like embroidered shoes. He also specially organized people to arrange several literary and artistic propaganda programs, which were better than the commune's New Year performances. This is what Director Du appreciates the most.

Yang Xiande smiled and patted Sour Xing's slightly haggard shoulder, and said, Beishan Village has a large number of people, and the scale of the project is several times larger than that of your village, which is more representative and convincing. Besides, Beishan Village is still the point that Director Du personally grasped. If you don't drive there, you can move it anywhere. Besides, your village is enough to show its face. Director Du personally examines and approves the typical materials of your village, and also publicizes and promotes your village's experience and practices with great fanfare at the conference. You're not satisfied.

Sour apricot blushed and said, this is not as good as opening in our village.

Yang Xiande said again, the one in your village is called xylophone, but he is a powerful character. As I told you, she should be nurtured well. You just don't worry. I heard that Director Du specially asked Lao Shen and Lao Hu to go to your village for inspection in the past two days, and asked her to be the women's director of the village.

Sour Xing's eyes widened and said, yes, yes. He hurriedly changed his tone and said, I was also about to report to the commune, and after the on-site meeting was over, I immediately helped her to the position of women's director. Apart from her, there is indeed no more suitable candidate now.

Yang Xiande urged, what are you waiting for, hurry up and report.

Sour Xing couldn't help but run to Lao Shen, a member of the organizing committee, and Lao Hu, director of the Women's Federation, and said how capable and good the xylophone was. The village team has long discovered such a talent and has been paying attention to her. Now that the fire is coming, the village unanimously agrees to let the xylophone be the women's director. Please go to the leaders to investigate and audit, solve the big problems that have been hanging for several years in the village as soon as possible, and let the "half the sky" hold up a whole piece of the sky as soon as possible.

Lao Shen and Lao Hu said, fortunately, you came, otherwise, we would have to run more than ten miles of mountain roads to find your counterpart. In that case, let's not go on this trip. It just so happens that a few of us are here, so let's fill out an approval now and let Secretary Yang stamp the official seal. You take it back, hold a meeting to announce it, and ask the xylophone to take office immediately.

While talking and doing, a reply stamped with a bright red official seal was pinched in Sour Xing's hand.

Sour Apricot stared at the paper dumbfounded, thinking to herself, this is a sure thing. He hadn't figured this woman through yet. However, he would never dare to say that he was not sure about the xylophone yet, and that he had to wait and see how it was safe. He hated and said in his heart, he usually does a little trivial thing, either push it today or drag it tomorrow. This time, it was a neat one, and even the procedure of going to the village for inspection was waived. The leaders have a stinky fart, and they smell better than meat.

On the way back to the village, I was already depressed because of the change of points at the on-site meeting, and I added a deeper layer of worry.

Since she took over as the leader of the women's group, she has put forward a series of reform proposals, and Sour Xing instinctively has a hidden concern about her. What he was worried about, he couldn't tell for a while. However, this hidden worry always occupies his heart. As the women gradually came together and went to work on time and obeyed the rules, his worries gradually expanded in his heart like a shadow. Out of instinctive self-protection, he did not take Yang Xiande's words seriously, but deliberately looked at the xylophone lightly, so as to relieve his overly sensitive nerves. He wanted to find out the heart of the xylophone and find out the reason for his unwarranted worries before making a decision. Who knows, the scene will not be able to fight for it, not to mention, he is self-defeating, and he is confused to let xylophone become the women's director so quickly. I can't tell if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Walking alone in such a sullen way, I felt that the road was long and the time was slow. When I stepped into my yard, I felt that my legs were weak, my back hurt, and my heart was in a panic, and I wanted to find something as an introduction to vent. After thinking about it, I still didn't dare to do it. After all, one's own affairs can only be handled by oneself, and you can't complain about others. Besides, the old lady was lying in the West House. I didn't dare to let her see what had changed, and she was anxious for herself.

Sour Xing has been a well-known filial son since he was a child. His father died early, and after he got married, he served and took care of his wife wholeheartedly with his wife, and never complained. This is also an important reason why the villagers respect him.

The old lady's illness is also the most sour apricot anxiety thing in this time.

In recent days, Sour Apricot Niang has been unable to get out of bed and move.

For most of the year, her body has been very boneless, coughing, wheezing, chest tightness, and her lower limbs are gradually swollen. I can't sleep well all night at night, my spirit is poor during the day, I don't bother to swallow food, and I don't want to eat tea. Talking several times more than usual, he kept nagging on his own. But his speech is slurred, and outsiders can't understand it. Only the sour apricot couple and the sour jujube can understand.

What Sour Apricot Niang said the most is to recall the past when she was a child and a young man. Most of them are in their parents' days, what they have said and done. When it comes to interest, when he is happy, he giggles and snickers, and when he is sad, he is so aggrieved that he sobs and tears, and he is a real old naughty boy. Sometimes, she also said in a matter-of-fact manner that when the old man came, he leaned against the door of the house, still wearing the blue cloth coat he wore when he left. When he was told to come in, he did not dare to enter, saying that a god was blocking the door and would not let him in.

Most of these times are at night. The adults didn't feel anything, and they all said that the mother was in the yin. The babies couldn't, and they were so frightened that they stood up and urinated. At night, they all hugged into the east room, and they couldn't get up in their parents' bed. He also covered his head with a quilt, and he was so sweaty that he didn't dare to show a single gap. Even in the daytime, the cubs did not dare to easily step into the west courtyard. When the adults said that they had to go, they also made an appointment to go together. After listening to the order, or finishing the work, he left without looking back. The two of them have been accompanying the old lady in the West House, squeezing and sleeping on the beds of the babies.

Seeing that it was too hard for his brother and sister-in-law to serve his mother day and night, he insisted on replacing them and told his brother and sister-in-law to rest. The sour apricot woman smiled bitterly and pointed to the only two beds in the West House, one bed was lying on the mother, and the other was where they lived at night, where was there any free space. The sour jujube comes early and leaves late, so as to leave time and let the brother and sister-in-law take care of more inside and outside the house, and take care of themselves. Especially so, it also dragged a large family to exhaustion, and they could not afford to fall into bed one by one. However, the family is still gritting their teeth and holding on. Sour Xing also asked Maolin's brother Mao Qing to drive the team's ox cart to the town, and specially invited his long-time friend, Dr. Yao, an old Chinese medicine doctor from the commune health center, into his home.

Dr. Yao is a Chinese medicine practitioner in his fifties, and his ancestral medical skills are good. He also went to Nanjing to study in the science and college, and was the pillar of the commune health center, which was well known to everyone in the Quanbeishan commune. Even if people from other communes have intractable diseases, they will travel far and wide to ask Dr. Yao to see a doctor.

When Dr. Yao entered the door, he smiled all over his face, stepped forward to take the old man's hand, and asked here and there. He focused on asking the old man about his urine and urine, checked the old man's dark purple lips and tongue, pinched the pulse points on his wrist for a while, and used the stethoscope to pound the front and back of his chest. Then, he said to Sour Apricot Niang, it's okay, it's okay, the body is strong. I prescribed Chinese medicine to eat, and it was well in no time.

At first, the sour apricot family really thought that they were all happy and happy as Dr. Yao said. Even the sour apricot lady herself believed it to be true, thanked Dr. Yao vigorously, and asked the sour apricot woman to cook for the doctor quickly, and said that she had come from so far away, and she must entertain the guests well. When I'm ready, I'll go to the commune to thank Dr. Yao.

Sour Xing happily let Dr. Yao to the East House. Before the tea could be poured, Dr. Yao spoke. He said that the old man's illness was dying, and he had cor pulmonale disease, which was already in an advanced stage. You have to be mentally prepared.

Sour Xing's heart suddenly froze.

Dr. Yao was relieved that the old man was also in time. The children have done their best, and they have no regrets. Then he said, "I'll prescribe the medicine again, and then I'll tell the person who sent me to take it and try it." It's good to see, it's burning high incense. I'm afraid that if I don't do anything, I should treat a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Then, he took out a small notebook from his coat pocket, and opened a prescription in a hurry:

Peach kernel 12g, almond 12g, Guangdilong 15g, kelp 15g

15 g of whole oak root, 15 g of graders, 3 g of amber, 6 g of sandalwood

Sea pumice 18 g

Dr. Yao instructed that this Chinese medicine should be decocted with water for three consecutive days. If it doesn't work, let's think about arranging the aftermath as soon as possible.

A few potions of decoction went down, like small pebbles thrown into the pond in front of the village, and there was no movement. The symptoms of the sour apricot Niang are still the same, and they are even getting more serious. The sour apricots understand that although the old lady is seriously ill, it is by no means the main reason. The key thing is that the old lady is old, and it is time for the melons to ripen. Accompany me for a while, and I will finish my last filial piety.

In the past two days, the old man has reached the point of delirium, sometimes sober, sometimes confused. All day long shouting that I was hungry and wanted to eat and drink. No matter what you catch in your hand, you just shove it into your mouth. While coughing and panting, he chewed with relish, showing a look of satisfaction. It seems that the time of the sour apricot girl is running out, and she only needs to exhaust the remaining energy in her body. Like a dried oil lamp, it waits for a gust of wind to come and gently extinguish it, and the people go away with the wind.

While the family is serving the elderly all day and night, the aftermath of the sour apricot girl is also quietly and nervously.

The sour apricot woman invited a few women such as Huoyazi and Lanxiang to gather in the east courtyard and busily rushed to make the longevity clothes worn by the old man, such as shoes, hats, trousers, skirts, etc. While doing it, he muttered about the good things of the old man. Emotional, sighing.

Sour apricot arranged Maolin and found someone to make longevity materials, which is the coffin used for the funeral of the elderly. Maosheng inherited the unique genes of his grandparents, and he understood carpentry work at a glance, and as soon as he did it, he also joined the team to prepare for the funeral of the elderly.

They climbed mountains and mountains, found thick trees everywhere, dragged them to the courtyard of the brigade, and sawed them into planks. In order to prevent the fresh planks from getting too damp, a fire was lit in the yard and smoked repeatedly throughout the day. After the board is slightly dry, it is then clinked to form a coffin. Mao Qing went to the town to buy paint and painted the coffin a dark red. He also invited Zhenshu to write a neat and big word "Shou" on the baffle in front of the coffin.

In doing these things, people appear very meticulous and patient. Always compare and correct repeatedly, for fear of a slight omission. People who still go to work during the day, after getting off work, also take the initiative to gather over, take a helper, and find something to do as much as they can. At this time, everyone is very energetic, and they are doing it seriously from the heart, and they are not putting on a show for sour apricots or others. They were all taken out of their mother's belly by the women of the Song family. For this kindness, the villagers take it very seriously. Therefore, when the old man is about to die, try to exert as much effort as possible and return a piece of affection.

The order of the xylophone was announced to the crowd on the morning of a work assembly. Sour Apricot did not come forward to announce it in person. First, the old man's illness disturbed him with no master, and second, when he thought of the process of the paper being baked, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he deliberately did not touch it. The villagers unanimously agreed that it was the old lady's illness that made Sour Xing unable to announce it to the public in person. This is also reasonable, and the villagers do not have any doubts and speculations. So, in terms of production, Sour Apricot was fully handed over to Zhenfu and Xylophone to be responsible for the division of labor, Maolin ran back and forth at both ends, and he devoted himself to the trivial affairs of preparing for the old lady's funeral.

Seeing that the shroud and coffin have eyebrows, especially seeing that the villagers are consciously and voluntarily doing some practical things, Sour Xing felt very comforted. He secretly thought about it, it is better to be kind, to be fair, to do things fairly, to be managed, and to help in trouble.

Taking advantage of the night, he hurried to Zhenshu's house and said to Zhenshu that his mother had said many times that he did not want to be buried with his father in the tomb where he was lying now, and he was afraid that the pulse was not right. Otherwise, the jujube would not have suffered such a big change. I want to ask my brother to re-survey the tomb for my mother. In case the old lady has a mistake, they will be buried together when they are buried. He said again and again that he shouldn't have taken the lead in doing this. But my mother has worked hard all her life, and she asked for this when she left. I can only do it, and I have fulfilled my mother's last wish. As he spoke, old tears flowed down.

Zhenshu didn't dare to slack off, and immediately agreed. He said that the cemeteries in our village are concentrated on the hillside of the road leading to the town in the south of the village, and it is better to find a piece there. Feng Shui is not to mention, no matter who goes to the grave to burn paper, they can't forget to give a share to their uncle and aunt.

So, the two agreed to secretly go to investigate early tomorrow morning. After the acupuncture points are determined, the work will be started immediately to dig the acupuncture points and build the happy tomb. In doing so, you may be able to rush away bad luck, and your mother's illness may be cured.

It is a custom in the village that a grave is built before a person dies, which is a happy grave. It can rush the evil spirit, block the evil god, and have a hundred benefits and no harm to the elderly and their descendants.

When Sour Apricot returned to her Westinghouse, it was already late. There are also two people in the house, two people in Maolin, two people in Maolin, sour dates and Maosheng. The xylophone's baby is too small. After the day came, Mao Sheng didn't ask her to hug her at night, for fear of colliding with the evil spirit.

At the time of sunset, Sour Apricot Niang's condition suddenly improved. She didn't cough or breathe, her face was ruddy, and her spirit was so good that she was several times stronger than usual. Mao Lin and a few other younger people said happily, the aunt is a good man, she must be making longevity clothes and longevity materials, washing away the evil and the disease.

Zhenfu replied gloomily, but he didn't dare to say that. I think it's like a return to the light. It seems that this is tonight. You have to bring in the shroud and get ready. In case it doesn't work, put it on right away. Don't wait for your body to be hard before you wear it, it's not easy to get it.

Although a few people did what he said, they were still thinking about the good in their hearts. People who can't be so energetic will not be good if they can't say it well.

At this time, the sour apricot girl had already opened the conversation. She spoke clearly, saying things that were frightening and frightening.

Sometimes she pointed out the door and said that the old man was standing in the courtyard. Why don't you dare to enter the house, it's because there is a ** statue hanging on the wall of the house. She said matter-of-factly, ** His old man is the Bodhisattva in charge of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods in the heavenly realm. Whoever saw him was terrified. He also said that our village is so peaceful and peaceful, and it is protected by the gods. This deity is a fire fox, with thousands of years of Taoism, living in seclusion in the ancient cave of Beishan to practice. If you go out and have someone find you, you will be angry, and you will bring disaster and punish the wicked. In the early years, there was a strong wind in the village overnight, and how many houses and trees were destroyed. It was someone who collided with the gods, provoked them to anger, and brought calamity.

The old man's remarks frightened the people in the house. I want to listen but don't dare to listen, and there are contradictions left and right. What they are afraid of is not the gods and ghosts, but the reactionary rhetoric that is as reactionary as it is. Not to mention the spread of feudal superstitions, the great leader ** chairman is still alive and healthy, and he actually said that it is the Bodhisattva Nether. It's not reactionary.

Zhenfu listened and told the people in the house over and over again, we must not dare to say this, even if we open a criticism and fight on the street, we dare not admit it.

Everyone nodded yes.

When Sour Xing entered the door, the old man seemed to be tired and exhausted, and his head was resting on the quilt at the head of the bed. If you look closely, you can see that the old man is breathing slightly slowly.

Sour Xing told everyone to go back to rest, saying, I'm tired, go back and sleep for a while. I'll shout again when something happens.

Zhenfu said, women should go back first, there are still babies at home. Men stay a little longer, and then talk about it. I always felt like I wouldn't be careless tonight.

As soon as Huoyazi and Xue'e stepped out of the courtyard door, they heard the sound of chaos in the West House, mixed with the sound of eager talking. The two turned around and ran into the West House, and saw Sour Apricot Niang gulping out, her stiff eyes scanning around, and her mouth made a "sizzling" sound. It seems to be saying something, but it is completely inaudible. Even sour apricots and sour dates are ignorant.

The sour apricot woman seems to understand. She hurriedly pushed the hand of the sour jujube to her mother-in-law. The sour apricot girl held the second son's hand tightly, staring at it without blinking, her mouth slightly open, as if she was about to say something urgently, but she didn't say anything.

A few minutes later, the sour apricot Niang shook her body sharply a few times, and her throat and eyes "gurgled" a few times. Then the old man opened his cloudy and gloomy eyes and passed away suddenly.

Heart-rending cries rang out in the room. Like a bitter gust of wind, it swept through the entire house, penetrated the small courtyard, and quickly covered the sky above the mountain village, and spread in the night-soaked mountain col.

The respected and beloved old man of Xinghua Village, in this moonlit night, rode the gust of cold wind, swayed away, and returned to the west. Just left silently, with a belly full of worries and regrets, and gently disappeared, missing the light of life. The hundreds of lives that she has personally accepted into the world are still shining brightly. The gloomy and shriveled body carries a bright luster, unfinished expectations and a desire for life.

Everyone in the room was crying, not only to mourn the loved ones, but also to convey the unfortunate news to the unknown.

The sour jujube suddenly fell silent, and his body slowly tilted. At the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, Mao Sheng hurriedly supported him.

The sour apricot woman cried and counted down, Mother, you go miles. I know why you can't close your eyes, it's for the second brother's family affairs.

Mao Sheng said urgently, don't say it, you know it. It's important to get down to business.

Zhenfu saw that the scene was chaotic and no one could stop it, so he shouted loudly, don't cry, it's not time to cry yet. I want to cry, sometimes I cry. We have to hurry up and put on the birthday clothes of our ancestors.

At his urging, the women rushed forward and scrubbed their bodies with warm water. According to the custom, the old man was dressed in a brand-new shroud. The men also put away their tears and moved all the furniture in the west room to the east room. And he brought in the straw and spread it thick on the floor of the house.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the streets around the house. I think it was the crying in the house that woke up the people who were already resting nearby. They hurriedly dressed and got out of bed, stumbling along the narrow and dark paths. The heavy soles of the feet beat against the dry and hard street in a panic, making a dull "thump" sound. In the cool and transparent night of the mountain village, it is particularly clear and amazing.

The night had just faded, and the mountains and ravines gradually woke up.

The four fields are no longer silent, and the unique silence of the mountain village at night is unconsciously broken by the gradual noise. From time to time, there is a long and slow sound of birds and birds chirping from the rather deserted four fields, and then quietly falling, scattered into the dense branches and dead leaves, and there is no trace. The mountains are still green and undulating. Shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, standing in two tight and thick rows, from the north of Xinghua Village, along a mountain road that curves like a streamer, all the way to the south, to the Tandang Pingchuan outside the mountain.

The morning air was unusually cold, wet and cold. Take a deep breath and feel the coolness of "whooshing" in your lungs. Wisps of gray-white smoke floated in the coolness of the room, and at the same time, you could smell the smell of tobacco burning wood. There are the barking of dogs, the barking of chickens, ducks, cows and pigs, the ** sound of grandmothers calling their children and daughters, and the sound of opening the door to carry water, all of which are mixed into the morning song that has just been played, forming an ink painting scroll of the first awakening of the mountain village.

On the roadside hillside a mile south of the village, two figures swayed. The two of them were covered in frost flowers, and their mouths spit out white mist one by one. It was surrounded by a jumble of large and small raised mounds, covered with withered artemisia grass and covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost. Under the reflection of the twilight, a crystal brilliance is scattered everywhere.

Holding a compass in his hand, Zhenshu wandered among the disorderly graves on the slope, looking around. He walked forward and backwards, his eyes fixed on the small earthy yellow compass in his hand. The sour apricot followed closely behind him, and also moved back with the front. His eyes were vigilantly watching the movements around him, especially the movements of people. He left behind the busy people at home and secretly ran to the cemetery with Zhenshu, just to find a good tomb for his mother.

Since the misfortune of beating her younger brother's sour jujube family, the mother and son have been blaming the cause of their misfortune on their father's cemetery. The mother and son felt that it was the poor location of their father's tomb that led to the disaster of their younger brother's family, which was the result of the ancestors' lack of protection. For a long time, Sour Apricot forced the idea of re-surveying the ancestral tomb in her heart, and did not dare to act rashly. With his current identity, if one accidentally leaks out of the wind, the consequences can be imagined. Not only is the position of the party secretary not guaranteed, but I am afraid that even the party vote will have to be torn up. The officials of the commune did not have the heart of a bodhisattva with compassion. They will never allow their subordinates to take the lead in engaging in feudal superstition and sabotage the new trend of socialism. Now, the opportunity has finally arrived. In order to fulfill the old man's last wish, in order to completely change the difficult fate of his younger brother, he was willing to take political risks, ruthlessly, and without hesitation to do this important thing that was closely related to his family's interests.

I originally wanted to build a happy tomb when the old lady was not angry, so that the old lady could leave with peace of mind after knowing it. Now I don't need it at all, I can do it in one go. For the sake of caution, he and Zhenshu sneaked out of the village before dawn and stayed until dawn.

Zhenshu finally stood in a clearing in the northeast corner of the cemetery, moving the compass repeatedly and adjusting the angle. Finally, he pulled out the dry grass under his feet, then gently put the compass on the ground, and said, This is it, not to mention other acupuncture points, Xiangkou is directly facing the Manling Ridge on the top of Nanshan Peak. It is the appearance of Gen Mountain, stable, full of strength, and it can be used more vigorously for the future baby.

Sour Xing followed Zhenshu's gesture and carefully compared, and after being sure that it was correct, she also felt that this tomb was well chosen. It looks comfortable, and when it looks pleasing to the eye, it relaxes. He laughed and said, "It's all up to you." When I go back, I'll call someone to come here and start a cave. When the day after tomorrow is buried, the father will also be buried together. Then, he told Zhenshu with a serious face, you know this matter, and no one dares to talk about it.

Zhenshu replied, Zhili, it's illegal for me to do this business, can I still push myself into the dung pit.

As they spoke, they quickly left the cemetery. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Zhenshu tucked the compass into his arms, took a detour to the west of the village, and hurried back to his house. The sour apricot also patted the frost flower grass clippings on his body, and returned to his own courtyard where the wailing continued.

The funeral of Sour Apricot Niang touched the hearts of the whole village. Even the ignorant baby cub ran over, hiding behind the adults, looking into the west courtyard with fear and curiosity.

Outside the courtyard of Sour Apricot's home, there are crowds of people who are running for funerals and sending paper and incense. In addition to doing some trivial chores, most of them waited for the mourners to come and arrange their own work.

Sour Xing said, I have received the wishes of the old and young masters, but I can't delay production just because I am busy with personal affairs. Here, let's leave a few people to help. Everyone else goes to work on time and comes back to help in their free time.

Subsequently, he asked Zhenfu to take care of trivial matters such as funeral reporting, procurement, and accounting, and asked Maolin to take a few people to build a tomb. He completely entrusted the production to the xylophone, and said, xylophone, you bother to bear more. What should be arranged, let it be arranged with the heart. If there are men who don't obey, come and tell me. Something went wrong, I will stand up to Maolin and take your shoulder. Don't worry.

Sour Apricot's disposal arrangement has a foresight that others cannot reach and the foresight to perceive potential crises in the midst of chaos. It laid a solid foundation for him to successfully escape from the relentless pursuit and interrogation of the town's joint investigation team. It also provides a righteous and awe-inspiring excuse for the xylophone to stand up for reason in the future, and finally save the defeat for the sour apricot who is about to fall. At that time, in the eyes of the villagers, it was just a concrete embodiment of Sour Xing's consistent work style of attaching importance to the overall situation, production, and collective interests, and there was nothing to deceive the revolutionary masses and resist the ugly face and guts of the iron fist of the dictatorship of the proletariat.

People are all according to the proper arrangement of sour apricots, and they have gone to do their own work. The crowded courtyard of the He family suddenly loosened a lot.

Sour Xingniang's maiden family is Beishan Village, and her relatives are scattered in the villages around the town. The descendants of the He family were assigned to kowtow from door to door to report the funeral. Maolin took Shiki and a few other male laborers to dig the tomb at the site surveyed by Sour Axing and Zhenshu, and designated that everything had to be guided by Zhenshu.

The funeral in the mountain village is solemn and complicated. It is necessary not only to conform to the ancient etiquette and customs in a decent manner, but also to embody the good customs of changing customs in the new socialist countryside. You have to take care of both, and you can't give up either. It's not that the policy doesn't allow it, or it's afraid that the villagers will see it as a joke, and it will be difficult for the person in charge of the affairs.

This funeral is very special, the mourning is the most respected and loved woman of the He family in the village. No matter how grand it is, it will not be excessive, nor will it make people make irresponsible remarks. However, the mourner is the village party secretary. From the perspective of work and influence, it is too grand to be decisive and unworkable, and it is difficult to grasp public and private, and it is difficult to grasp between emotion and reason. Zhenfu once asked Sour Xing for advice and asked how to handle it. The sour apricot is not accurate, coupled with the heavy filial piety, and he has no intention of thinking it through. He pushed two, six, five, and said, you can do it if you look at it, just do it, as long as you make a mistake.

This is equivalent to not saying it, which makes Zhenfu even more worried.

Zhenfu wanted to hurt his brain, but he didn't come up with a complete solution. He suddenly thought of the xylophone, and secretly said to himself, this woman is highly educated and knowledgeable. From her taking over the women's production group, to spontaneously organizing the literary and artistic propaganda of the workers, to the promotion of the whole commune, to the appointment of the commune as a women's director who no one has been able to pick up for many years, in this series of changes, she has shown her superior courage and courage everywhere. It seems that if this matter is to be safe, it must be discussed with her.

So, he ran outside the village in a panic and found the xylophone that was busy directing the members to tidy up the fields. dragged to no one's place, he quietly discussed with her how to get the specifications and scale of this funeral.

Xylophone smiled and said, Uncle Zhenfu, aren't you chasing ducks to the shelves to make it difficult for me. I don't know the customs of the village.

Zhenfu said seriously, you can't say that. Although you don't understand customs, you can hold on to this policy matter. Besides, the opinions we discussed, that is, the opinions of the village collective leaders, can only be explained internally and externally.

Seeing Zhenfu's serious appearance, Xylophone knew that he was not looking for her to idle casually. She pondered for a while, and then replied, "Do you think this is good?" The higher authorities asked the funeral to be simple, so we will do the funeral and resolutely implement the policy of the superiors. However, the old man's funeral should not be too sloppy. The whole village was holding back their energy to send the old man away. This hot heart can't be cold, it's all a piece of everyone's heart. During the day, except for a few who were left to help the deacons, the other laborers who should go to work and those who should work did not have to gather in the village. Not to mention that the nest work is in the way, the impact is not good. At night, if you want to do your filial piety, you can go as you like. Even if you stay in the spirit house all night long, it's not a big deal. The etiquette procedures for funerals are still handled according to the old rules, just don't be too public. Some customs that can't be reached on the table are quietly engaged in avoiding human eyes. If the movement is larger, if it can be slowed down, it will be slowed down, and it will be done as much as you want. The time of burial is best chosen at noon. If you are willing to send the old man on his last journey, it doesn't matter how much you go. It is equivalent to holding a grand memorial service for the elderly, which will not cause any negative impact. In this way, you can have a good explanation to your superiors and villagers. Uncle Zhenfu, look at it.

Zhenfu nodded frequently like a chicken pecking rice. He said, "Your opinion is the most appropriate, and it is exactly the same as I thought." Let's do it.

Zhenfu hurriedly ran back and told Sour Xing. He repeatedly said that he thought about it for Sour Apricot for a long time, and felt that it was most appropriate to handle it this way, so he asked Sour Apricot for his final opinion.

After hearing this, the sour apricot was in the middle of it. He said repeatedly, okay, okay, just like this. Bother you. I will always keep this affection in my heart.

On the surface, this funeral, which seems to be a positive response to the call of the superiors to get rid of bad feudal habits and be diligent and thrifty, is handled in accordance with the old traditions and customs to the letter. Although the scene was much smaller and not very lively, all the etiquette procedures were basically out of shape.

According to the custom in the mountains, after a person dies and is buried, he is placed in the mourning house. It should be parked for three days, burn paper all day long, incense will not stop, and always accept the worship of those who come to mourn. The deceased's maiden relatives and Benmen and other cadres had to honestly sit in the mourning house to guard the spirit during the two full nights when the spirit was suspended. Be with the deceased as your companion and accompany her through the last days of the yang world. Filial sons and grandchildren should send soup three times a day, morning, noon and evening, that is, to send food to the deceased soul and carry water to drink. The living must eat and drink, and of course the dead must eat and drink.

The so-called soup is a clear soup that is half-cooked with millet. The clear soup water is scooped into a kiln jar and delivered to an open field at the foot of the north mountain behind the village. The soup was then sprinkled on the ground, meaning that the soup formed a great river on the ground, blocking the way for the deceased to return home. From now on, the dead will have to wander around in the land of Hades.

This vacant land originally had a land temple. In the early years, when the "four olds were broken", the small temple had been flattened. But in the minds of the villagers, it is still a place where the gods of the land can call the wind and rain to bless the well-being of their families. It is said that after death, the soul stripped of the body has nowhere to settle for a while, so it temporarily resides with the Lord of the Land. After the three days of the delivery of the hurry, that is, the cost of the journey, the deceased will either ride a horse or sit in a sedan chair to report to the underworld in the realm of Tai'an, and apply for reincarnation.

This soup delivery is also particular. The first time you send soup, you have to show the way first. It means to tell the deceased that you are no longer alive and have become a ghost in the underworld. After that, they will live and work in another world, and receive the worship of their children and grandchildren on time.

The team guiding the way is composed of the deceased's uncles and aunts, relatives, filial sons and grandsons, and other cadres. Filial sons should all wear white robes and coats, hats on their heads, hemp ropes tied around their waists, and barefoot or straw sandals made of hemp straw. The accompanying people are the ones who only wear filial piety hats from their own families, and the relatives wear filial piety hats and waist belts, and they form a long procession, and the filial piety belts flutter all the way and gather in the open space in front of the land temple. Then the man in charge took a pole with a bunch of incense tied to the tip and handed it to the eldest son of the deceased. The eldest son of the deceased received it in his hand, stood on a pestle, raised the flat pole high in the southwest direction, and shouted loudly and unmistakably in his mouth: Mother, the west is clear, use money in times of suffering, and settle down with money. This tongue twister-like sentence has to be shouted three times in a row.

When giving directions, it is forbidden to cry. When you cry, you will make the dead cry confused, and you will think that you are still a living person panting. In this way, there will be incidents and disturbances for no reason. Commonly known as apparitions, they will frighten the living. After pointing the way, the official soup must be sent to the filial sons, and they must cry vigorously. In order to show off how strong the deceased was during his lifetime, how grandiose the momentum was, and how popular he was.

The soup delivery scene of the sour apricot girl should have been grand and lively. According to Zhenfu's original plan, the whole village may come to participate. Coupled with the people from other villages who came to mourn, it is conservatively estimated that there will be several hundred. However, Zhenfu, who has made a decision, will never be so stupid as to show his ability and ability, and even ignore the policies and social influence of his superiors. He reduced and reduced the queue to deliver the soup, leaving only the sour jujube with the sour apricot woman and a few nephews and nieces. Neither did he cry, nor did he make a fuss, but borrowed the cry in the spirit house, went secretly, and returned quietly. This guidance should have been the matter of the eldest son, Sour Xing. At this time, he hid outside under the pretext of an excuse, pretending not to know, ignoring it, and letting his second brother sour jujube take the He family to make trouble.

In the evening of the second day of the wake, the dish is to be delivered. It is to give the deceased a lot of travel expenses, so that she can ride a horse and ride a sedan chair to Tai'an Hades to report for registration, so as to strive to arrange for her reincarnation in the next life as soon as possible. This scene should be very grand, and it is the biggest attraction of all the funerals, just like laying the road at the head of the village on the day of the burial.

At this time, the guests who came to the funeral, that is, the daughters and sons-in-law of the deceased, were the key figures in Dingding. In the open space of the Land Temple, they had to teach individual soldiers one by one, and kowtow to the papier-mâché spiritual positions one by one. There are many kinds of famous names for this kowtow, and there is one and three kowtows, that is, one kowtow and three heads. What else is the three knocks and nine knocks, the four diligent and four lazy knocks, the big knocks, the small knocks, the three eight twenty-four bows, and so on. At this time, the guests will be manipulated by people at will, and then they will be manipulated to become the object of judgment. Wise people are more cautious and follow the rules, hoping to make a good impression and make onlookers admire. People who are a little confused, inattentive and perfunctory, will be judged as a mess, leaving a lifetime of talking handles, and making people laugh and talk after dinner. Even after decades, this bad impression cannot be dispelled.

In view of the special circumstances at that time, the policy of the higher authorities did not allow it, and Zhenfu changed this procedure after discussing with Sour Xing. Miscellaneous people are not allowed to go to watch. Among the guests, only Uncle Sour Xing, the younger brother of Sour Apricot Niang, was asked to go to check and inspect. Still from the sour jujube brought the sour apricot woman and a few other relatives and grandchildren. He burned the paper, kowtowed, and hurried back quietly, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the sour apricot still hid out, and when she saw that the person who sent the dish was finished, she appeared in the spiritual courtyard and beckoned the guests to go to the banquet. He apologized again and again and said that he originally wanted to handle his mother's funeral clearly according to the old rules. However, the state has policies and regulations, and it is no longer allowed to engage in these nonsense feudal superstitions. We have to listen to the party and keep in line with our superiors.

All the guests said, understand, understand. When someone died in my village, that is, when the brigade gathered at work, they gathered people together and said a few words, even if it was a memorial service. Subsequently, it will be over when it is buried, how can there be a board here.

Sour Xing replied in a loud voice, you have to do this, you have to do this.

Originally, there would be no mistakes or mistakes in such painstaking scheduling. However, there are unforeseen circumstances, and the sour apricots did not expect that the night before the funeral, an unexplained and unexpected change occurred. This change not only changed a person's fate, but also had a profound impact on the future days of Xinghua Village.

Just after dinner, it was pitch black outside. There was a heavy amount of moisture in the air, as if it was going to rain.

The guests were sitting in the mourning house in the west courtyard, smoking and drinking tea, teasing and chatting about some boundless anecdotes. The women who took the initiative to help kept shuttling around the courtyard and outside the house like water, cleaning up the dishes, chopsticks, plates and plates, and boiling tea and refilling.

At first, no one cared about Jin Lian's abnormal behavior, and they were still busy with their own hands or mouths. Jin Lian was supposed to burn the fire in the pot house, but at some point, she also entered the spirit house in the West Courtyard. The mourning house was filled with relatives from outside the village and people from the village who wanted to keep the spirit. They are all talking about things in full swing, mourning the old man's incomparable noble character and extraordinary life experience. At the same time, they also made friends with each other by the way, and shared their hearts.

In the middle of the bustle, in the shadows behind the coffin, a woman's cry sounded leisurely. The cry trembled, slender and desolate, piercing the ear drums, irritating people's scalps to tingle and stand on end. The commotion in the house suddenly disappeared. A kerosene lamp on the coffin faltered to extinguish. The dim light reflected on the blurred figures of the people, flickering and dimming, revealing the horror and strangeness in the spirit house. It was as if a cool breeze swirled gently with the cry, and instantly blew in front of everyone, making people shiver unconsciously. In my heart, there was a strong ** that quickly pulled out his legs and fled.

With the strength of the crowd, everyone was bold, and everyone tried their best to suppress the urge to escape, and quickly found the person who was crying, that is, the golden lotus who suddenly appeared in the spirit house without knowing it. Before this, Jin Lian had never stepped into the threshold of the West Courtyard at once. She is timid by nature, and she is most afraid of the dead. Even on the day of death, when he went to the ancestral grave to burn paper and worship, he stood far away and never stepped forward. For this reason, Zhenshu once complained behind her back in front of the Quartet, saying that people go to the grave to protect the left and right, and your daughter-in-law is troublesome, and she acts as a spectator like an outsider. The Quartet turned around and told Jin Lian. Jin Lian also scolded, that old dead ghost wants to harm me, I don't know that I am naturally timid, so I am afraid of here. Today, she scared a lot of men and women.

Jin Lian was still crying sadly. But the tone of the cry was not hers, like the cry of an old woman, weak and lingering, and desolate and weak.

The sour apricot woman said in surprise, oh, why is it my mother's cry. She then came to her senses again and shouted screaming, baby father, baby father, mother possessed the body and manifested the spirit.

Suddenly the people came to their senses, and they were no longer as frightened as before. Several men helped Jin Lian to the bed in the east room. Several elderly women gathered around, coaxing or persuading, trying to stop Jin Lian's strange cry, but it didn't have the slightest effect.

Someone shouted, "Go and tear up the branches of the peach tree, and whip her to drive away the evil spirit."

Immediately, someone ran up, broke the branch of the peach tree, and handed it over quickly. An elderly woman grabbed a handful of peach tree branches and slapped them on Jin Lian's body, counting what she said. Meaning, you old lady is too unreasonable, treat you well and settle you, are you still not satisfied, what kind of evil is it? My nephew and daughter-in-law have been busy serving in the past few days, and they have to be tossed for no reason, who can you handle, and so on.

Jin Lian suddenly stopped crying. She sat firmly on the bed, pinched the placket of her clothes with her hands, looked up and smiled at the people on the floor of the room, and looked like a sour apricot girl before her death.

Someone asked her if she had anything to say.

Jin Lian was silent, still smiling.

Again, this funeral was also done with all your heart, aren't you happy?

Jin Lian Dao, also known as Xinli, is an animal without rushing feet, and I can't walk.

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Yes, according to custom, when a woman dies, she asks for a paper-tied cow. When a man dies, he asks for a paper-tied horse. When the tray was being wound, a fire was burned, even if the deceased was prepared for transportation to report to the underworld. When the sour apricot family was handling the funeral, they just didn't dare to tie these papyrus that provoked right and wrong, and there were no cows, horses, cornucopias, and the like. It seems that this ghostly and godly thing is not all arranged and fictional, it must have its root source.

Everyone sighed, and they all said that this old lady's gods are too big, what age are they, and they dare to possess the spirit to ask for it here and there.

Jin Lian was silent again, still smiling and grinning.

The sour apricot woman cautiously stepped forward and knelt down and answered, Mother, don't scare these people. They're here to see you off. If you want to talk about this papyrus, if the government doesn't tell us to do it now, we don't dare to do it. Besides, today's traffic is good, as long as you have money, you can go wherever you want, fast and stable. If you have to ride the ox, we'll tie you up after settling down. It's great to have a big, strong cow that can ride and work.

Jin Lian suddenly said again, if the villagers do evil, they will cause trouble. Be careful.

Someone asked urgently, what is the trouble, what is the trouble.

Jin Lian seemed tired. She yawned and said, "I'll go." With that, his eyes closed heavily, and he stopped moving.

After waiting for a while, Jin Lian opened her eyes again. Seeing that the room full of people were stretching their necks and tilting their heads, staring at herself tightly, she asked in surprise, what is this, what are you looking at? He said, "Why am I lying on the bed, and there is still a basin of dishes and chopsticks that have not been cleaned?"

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Okay, good, really go." As he spoke, he exited the east house and hugged into the spirit house in the west courtyard.

After sitting down, everyone talked about this strange incident, and everyone rushed to express their opinions. Some say that there are really ghosts and gods in the world, and some say that Jin Lian deliberately pretends to be a god and scares people.

Uncle Sour Apricot is very serious, and this matter is not false. In the early years, an old lady died in a family surnamed Guo in my village. The children were so poor that they didn't have the last meal, and where did they have the strength to buy a plate and wrap the soup, so they used reeds to sweep the reeds and dig a soil pit to bury them. After more than half a year, a little daughter-in-law in my village who had just passed the door had never seen this old lady, and she actually asked the old lady to possess her. The general demeanor, the general crying tone. Counting the unfilial piety of the babies and cubs, they didn't send the plate to entangle, forcing her to measure it with her little feet and report to the Tai'an Hades. I didn't have any money for the gatekeepers, so I couldn't enter the netherworld, so I had to limp back, and my feet were full of blisters. The babies were so frightened that they hurriedly tied paper cows to make paper horses and burned them, and this strange thing was no more. Although the little daughter-in-law said that she had never been happy all her life, she had not given birth to a boy and half a girl, and now she has no man, but she is also living a good life, and she has never seen any evil things provoked again. I've seen it with my own eyes, so can I fake it?

The young cubs secretly pursed their lips and sneered. The elderly all nodded yes, saying that they couldn't fake it, they couldn't fake it.

With this night's vigil, people are no longer as sleepy as they were the night before. Around the topic of ghosts and gods, I talked about a tsujuku with relish. It wasn't until the sky was already bright that they fell into a state of exhaustion for a while. Then they hurriedly got up and went about their day's work.

The time of the old man's burial was chosen after lunch when the team had not yet gone to work. This is the time of burial unanimously recognized by Sour Apricot, Xylophone and Zhenfu. The reason for this is known only to him.

Zhenshu also found a sour apricot for this reason, saying that the best time for his aunt's burial is at four or five o'clock in the evening.

Sour apricot prevaricated, the production task in the team is so heavy, we don't dare to occupy the time of the members to work. Besides, guests from other villages also have to go home early. Otherwise, you'll have to travel back at night.

The old man's funeral was simple and solemn. When the coffin was carried, the whole village was densely clustered around the courtyard of the sour apricot house, and occupied the narrow road hundreds of meters away from the courtyard. The wails of the sour apricot family led to the dull crying of the black oppressive crowd. There was a sincere expression of sorrow and regret. Tears burst out of his eyes, covering the hard-working and kind faces of the old and young, outlining a dirty but clear and emotional face.

Along the winding path, the funeral procession grows a long stream of people, down the mountain, slowly flows to the intersection in the south of the village, and then accumulates into the ancestral forest. Except for a swarthy human head, there was no longer the originally deserted and desolate grave.

Before the burial, a brief memorial service was held on the spot, presided over by Mao Lin. It briefly reviewed the hard and bumpy life of the old man, and praised the noble quality and exemplary spirit of the old man and the kindness and pleasure of others. Then, in a cry of loss, the old man sank into the ground steadily, and finally stopped her difficult journey through life.

At this time, the sky, which had been cloudy since last night, began to rain lightly. From the initial drizzle, it gradually turned into moderate rain. Countless lines of rain like silver beads hung down from the sky and sank into the dry and hard earth. The clear and bright sound of rain is like a silkworm baby devouring the fat mulberry leaves, giving birth to a new beginning.

People scattered in all directions, rushing back to their warm and dry courtyards. While changing clothes, he was still talking about Jin Lian's strange behavior and the grand funeral scene of the old man. For a long time, such chatters were still heard everywhere.

More than 20 years later, at Sour Xing's home, Zhong Er, who was already teaching in the county, took his fiancée home to visit his relatives, and by the way, he came to visit Sour Xing, who had only one leg left and walked on crutches all day.

At Zhong'er's request, Sour Apricot tasted the new green tea he brought, while recalling the old things that had long passed. As he spoke, he re-mentioned the strange incident of Jin Lian, saying that Jin Lian was able to come to the point where she lit a cigarette and asked God today, all of which were buried from that time.

Zhong'er explained that it was not strange that such a strange thing could happen. The scientific explanation is that everyone has an electromagnetic field, and although the life characteristics of the entity disappear, the electron cluster surrounding the magnetic field will not disappear for a short time, and will continue to exist in a specific space for some time. Once this surviving electron cluster meets another person's electromagnetic field, and that person's own electromagnetic field energy is weakened too much due to physical or psychological reasons, it will be controlled or captured by the remaining strong electron cluster in space. The inertia of their thinking and controlled manners will be manifested in the living people, and there is also the theory of ghost possession.

Sour Xing didn't understand what Zhong'er said. He was still unconvinced, so why did she want to be here and there like a living person, and she was still talking about it.

Zhong'er thought for a while, and replied with a puzzled face, I have never seen such a scene, and I can't tell it clearly for a while. However, the theory of ghosts is really illusory, and it cannot be explained scientifically. If we explain this according to the principle of electromagnetic fields, it may be reasonable.

Sour Apricot no longer argues with him. He smoked silently and sipped his tea loudly. Zhong Er knew that he only cared about talking according to his own understanding of the way of thinking, which was a bit against the old man's mind. He immediately stopped talking, not daring to pick up the conversation again.

Xylophone is leading the women in the field to repair the ditch. A half-grown child came to say that Mao Lin had an urgent matter in the brigade office and asked Muqin to hurry up.

Xylophone put down the shovel, briefly explained, and hurried to the brigade office.

The courtyard of the brigade office was silent, and there was not a single figure. Only a flock of sparrows flew up and down in the yard, looking for the corn kernels left behind in the autumn on the ground. As soon as the xylophone stepped into the gate of the courtyard, the sparrows sprang up like bombers, flew up to the branches of the roof, and chattered and screamed.

The door to the office was unobscure, and it was impossible to see the movement of the figures inside. Xylophone asked casually, is it in the house. Then he pushed open the rickety door panel.

Mao Lin was the only one in the room, as if he was waiting anxiously. Seeing the xylophone come in, his eyes flashed brightly and said, You can come back. The commune correspondent has just arrived on his bicycle and sent an urgent meeting notice, telling you to pack up and go to the commune for a meeting.

Xylophone took the notice and looked at it carefully. The notice of this meeting came in a hurry, and the urging was also urgent, and the women directors of the major brigades were ordered to rush to the commune before dark this afternoon to attend the meeting organized by the commune to exchange experiences in other places. The session will last for three days, and no lateness, substitution or absence will be allowed. The base money of the notice was the Revolutionary Committee of the Commune, and it was stamped with a dark red official seal.

Xylophone suddenly became worried. She thought that the meeting period was so long, and her child was still breastfeeding, how could she do it at home. If you take it with you, it will be inconvenient, and I am afraid that the leaders of the commune will not allow it.

As he hesitated, he heard a heavy wheezing sound behind him, like the short, deep voice of Mao Sheng during intercourse. At the same time, I felt the exhaled hot breath spray onto the skin on the back of her neck, warm and moist and slightly itchy. Muqin was shocked, and before he could turn around to see who it was, he was hugged tightly by the person behind him. Immediately the incoherent voice of the forest sounded in my ears: xylophone, xylophone, I want to die. I want to eat, and I want to tear up with you in my dreams. Please, please. Tell me to hug you once, kiss you once, and get better. Just once, I didn't come to this world unjustly when I died. It's not in vain that I helped and took care of you in the past.

Mao Lin confessed while reaching into the placket of the xylophone, grabbing her bulging ** and rubbing it. At the same time, he squeezed his already arched crotch hard against her round hips, writhing wantonly.

Maolin has been longing for such a moment for too long. Since he first entered the door of the xylophone, his ** has been contaminated with the feelings of the xylophone all of a sudden. Whether it is urging ** during the day, or venting on Xue'e's body at night**, his mind is always shaking the figure of the xylophone. No matter how sensible you are, you will always linger. Even the more I want to expel it, the clearer the shaking shadow, the more anxious and urgent, unforgettable, and unable to do it myself. Sometimes, when he was torn apart with Xue'e at night and his lower body was about to weaken and fight, he thought hard about the xylophone. Imagine lingering with her**, and the lower body must be swollen with its head held high. took advantage of the situation and smashed Huanglong, thus completing the duties and obligations of a man.

This morning, Mao Lin sat alone in the office of the brigade and lazy, reading a few newspapers indiscriminately. In addition to the spirit of the editorial document, which he had been tired of studying, he couldn't recognize half of the entire text. He was bored, so he put down the newspaper and thought about it. Thinking about it, I aimed my mind at the **, and naturally thought of the xylophone. I fantasized about how to get close to her when I was alone with the xylophone, how to kiss her, how to get into the dry and warm quilt with her, and it seemed that I really had sex with her. His hand involuntarily reached into the waistband of his pants, rubbing the pile of accumulation in his crotch. The lower body is as hard as a hot iron, and there is liquid flowing out, making the crotch sticky and slippery.

At this time, the commune messenger arrived in a hurry. Pushing the door, Mao Lin shivered with fright. Fortunately, he handled it calmly and well-mannered, and the messenger was a hairy boy who didn't understand people, so he didn't show his feet and made an embarrassing scene.

During the period when he temporarily caught a baby cub to deliver the letter, the delusions that he had been holding in his head for more than half a year suddenly burst out. He naively pondered that if the xylophone can make today's progress, there is no link without his Maolin's support and care. Xylophone is a very intelligent person and will definitely be full of gratitude to himself. Even if it is gratitude and reward for him, in the face of his own request, he will not shirk it. Even if he shirks and resolutely refuses to do it, he will not do anything to him. After all, this kind of thing is poked out, no matter who it is, it doesn't look good. So, at the moment when the xylophone was greedy for the notice, the confused Maolin finally dared to carry out the long-planned action.

The xylophone was hugged tightly by Mao Lin's chest, and his brain was "buzzing" and he was stunned. She never thought that someone would beat her idea, and it turned out to be Mao Lin, a person who had helped her a lot and who treated him as his own family every day. This moment of sluggishness allowed Maolin to take advantage of the void. His hand directly touched the **, as if he had grabbed two newly released fine flour steamed buns, and kneaded them vigorously. Xylophone felt a tremor and horror that it had never felt before. The shivering and frightened made her feel suffocated, and her brain went blank. She instinctively tore at Maolin's strong and powerful arm that she stretched into her arms, and exclaimed, Maolin, you are crazy, what are you going to do.

Her resistance and reminder did not stop Mao Lin from losing his mind in the slightest, but only aroused his crazy possessiveness and conquest even more. Maolin's offensive became stronger and more urgent, and the xylophone was crushed on the row of chairs.

In the face of Mao Lin's powerful attack, in the panic, he caught a glimpse of his purple and distorted face and bloodshot eyes, and for a moment, Xylophone suddenly had the idea of giving up. The intensity of the struggle also got out of control all of a sudden. It was only a matter of a moment, and Mao Lin borrowed the moment when the xylophone resisted and slowed down, and he was about to unbutton the xylophone. Suddenly, the lioness who woke up like a xylophone bent her knees and slammed into the crotch of Maolin. At the same time as Mao Lin screamed, Xylophone freed his left hand and slapped him in the face fiercely.

Everything happened unexpectedly, and then came to an abrupt end in a stormy fight. It's like having a nightmare, in the moment of fear and horror, I suddenly woke up with my eyes open, and I didn't even believe that such a strange thing could happen.

There was a very short silence. Except for the two of them snorting and gasping, the room was quiet, and there was no sound at all. The two looked at each other, unable to believe what they had done. Or the thinking of the two has temporarily stopped, and there is no slightest thinking judgment. After their thinking worked for a while, the two of them suddenly realized that a real and unbearable scene had indeed happened just now.

Xylophone hurriedly buttoned his clothes again, gritted his teeth and asked, Maolin, what do you want to do. How can you do something like a pig and a dog?

Mao Lin covered his sore cheek with one hand and his crotch with the other, and was stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing that he had fallen into a catastrophe. The confusion on his face just now was suddenly replaced by horror. He knelt on the ground, buried his head in his hands to his chest, and said tremblingly, I ...... I'm not human, I'm ...... It's a brute. I think you're crazy...... I wanted to go crazy, so I did this...... This matter. You fight, scold, even kill me...... It's up to you. After that, he began to cry again.

Xylophone tidied up his messy clothes and hair with his hands, and slowly calmed down. Although there was still a strong revenge in her heart, she knew that any irrational behavior would push her into an embarrassing situation. Whether it is for work, for family, or for everything that will be faced in the future, it will leave an inexplicable shadow and hurt. She needs to think calmly in order to properly deal with this kind of emergency.

Xylophone was silent for a while, and said categorically, Maolin, I know that you are thinking about it for a while, and you have made yourself lose your mind. But, do you know how serious the consequences of doing so can be. You like me, I don't blame you, but you can't do such a shitty thing. We are all village cadres. If this gets out, what good will it do you, to me, to my job, and to my family? Besides, I have a man in my life, and I am already content. Other men, whatever they are, I'm not uncommon.

Mao Lin nodded hurriedly, like a chicken pecking rice. He answered, yes, I deserve to die, I deserve to kill. If I still have such thoughts in the future, I will castrate myself, and I will let God thunder and split.

Xylophone sighed and said, let this matter pass today, as long as it didn't happen. How to do things in the future, or do it as usual. If there is any more, I just don't want to be like this, and I will send you to the commune and the police station. With that, he slammed the door and left the house.

The experience exchange meeting of women cadres organized by the Beishan Commune was rare in the history of the Beishan Commune because of the tight time and the long duration of the meeting.

Yang Xiande, the secretary of the commune, complained while helping the organization, this old nonsense is crazy, yesterday he was like a flower butterfly wandering around, and today he is rushing up and down like a ghost. It's a meeting in the field again, and it's still some girls with children, so where can I find a car.

When Lao Hu, director of the Commune Women's Federation, heard this, he explained to Yang Xiande that he couldn't blame me. The county women's federation only came this morning by phone to inform them that the women cadres of the whole commune should be organized to hold an on-site meeting in Shipai Village, the county seat. I'm also overwhelmed. My good leader, let's find a way to find a car. You can't tell a group of us women to go forty or fifty miles to the county seat.

Yang Xiande frowned with a bitter face and called the head of the tractor station. The other party immediately complained bitterly, saying that the cars were sent out, and we are still looking for cars everywhere.

Yang Xiande said, I don't care. If you steal, you'll have to steal a car for me.

After a while, the head of the tractor station came running profusely sweating. He said pitifully, Secretary Yang, I can't steal it. Otherwise, I will organize all the remaining men to come and carry the women to the county seat.

Yang Xiande said angrily, thinking beautifully. I still want to carry the women on my back, where is it your turn to stinky pigs?

The other man smiled evilly and said that I promise that no one will dare to plant secretly. Even if there is, it must only be a high-quality seed for you. After laughing, another serious piece of information was revealed, saying that the tractor that Beishan Village had just bought was still idle in the courtyard of the brigade. The family is like marrying a new daughter-in-law, and no one borrows it.

Yang Xiande said, even if it is offered, what is the use, you can only be treated as a widow. So far, I haven't been able to find a tractor driver who can be used for a while.

The head patted his chest and said, I have oh, a lot of old and young, anyone can choose, all of them are good players. I went to them this morning to borrow it, and by the way, I also gave them compulsory training to train tractor drivers. Who knows, they would rather be idle and look at the ornaments, and resolutely refuse to let go. That branch secretary Lao Guo is dead. Even if you dig out his, you won't find a scum.

Yang Xiande patted his thigh and said, you send a good hand, and you will come to the commune to wait. I'm going to have to turn this old ghost's over and take his to the end.

He immediately asked the correspondent to go to Lao Guo quickly, and said that Director Du was going to call his tractor for a total of three days. If you don't agree, go to Director Du to explain.

The head added, "I use it for ten days, and I happen to use it too."

Yang Xiande glared and said, Get out!

In the afternoon, before the sun set, all the women cadres of the commune had arrived. As the saying goes, three women in one play. These dozens of women gathered together, and the commune compound suddenly seemed to open an oil pot and threw it into a lump of noodles. The chirping and noisy talking are like sparrows in the courtyard.

Yang Xiande covered one ear, and the other ear was close to the telephone microphone, and shouted loudly, you turtle grandson, what about the driver who sent **, why don't you hurry up and find the widow. I'm all boiling oil here, and if I don't hurry up, I'm going to be fried into oil cakes.

Throwing down the phone, he shouted Lao Hu again and again, and shouted loudly, can you tell these women to shut up, my head is going to crack.

Lao Hu replied, as long as the car comes, you just want to hear it, but there is no more.

Until the sun was about to set, the tractor that had just been ** finally rumbled into the compound. Immediately, it caused another scuffle for getting on the bus.

Because the xylophone was holding Zhong'er in his arms, he was specially arranged into the cab by Lao Hu. In addition to an old bald driver in the cab, there were Lao Hu and Shen Yuhua, the women's director of Beishan Village. Shen Yuhua followed Murakami's car, sat in the cab and never dared to get out of the car. She was afraid that if she got out of the car, she wouldn't be able to sit in the cab.

When night fell, they rushed to the county guest house. Before the women could even see the county seat, they were driven into the restaurant for dinner. After the meal, he was arranged to live in the county government hall where the shop was temporarily opened.

The berth of the xylophone happened to be close to Shen Yuhua. Grandma Sour Apricot's house is from a village in Beishan, although the people are gone, but this affection is still there. The relationship between the two has become much closer, and their speech is naturally much more casual. The two of them started a family affair with each other.

Shen Yuhua asked, when my aunt and grandmother died, it was really haunted.

Xylophone replied that I was not there at the time. I only heard from the villagers that they had noses and eyes, and I couldn't tell them clearly.

Shen Yuhua leaned close to the ear of the xylophone and whispered, this has really happened. A widow in my village has been torn apart by ghosts. I saw it with my own eyes.

Muqin hurriedly asked, I also heard Jing'er's father say, there is a widow in your village, there is no man, and there is no baby, is it true.

Shen Yuhua said, why not, there is no man after thirty. She has no children, and now she is in her early forties, and she still lives alone, pitiful. It is said that no one dares to marry the Kefu Xianger she was born with.

Xylophone immediately told the family changes of the sour jujube from beginning to end. The consciousness is that I want to ask her to talk about the matchmaker and help her make a family, so that both of them will be miserable.

Shen Yuhua said, as long as that man is doing his job properly, has a good heart, and doesn't dislike her, he is poor. As soon as I got back, I hurried to go. If the man doesn't have any opinions, this will be done.

Xylophone said happily, but okay, let's settle this matter. went back and grabbed the match, and tried to pick up the two of them together after the New Year, and also had a heart.

Shen Yuhua said with a smile, seeing that you are in a hurry, it is as if you want to do a happy event. However, we have to handle it, and we have to do it according to the rules of the country, and we can't just finish it in a sloppy manner.

The xylophone replied, that is, that is.

In the next three days, the xylophones were nothing more than to visit and study in Shipai Village, where the county seat is located, and listen to the introduction of experience. Then I went to the county government auditorium for a meeting and listened to the leader's speech and make a report. After a few free screenings, the tractor sent them back to town with a bang.

The biggest gain brought to Xylophone from this trip to the county was that he got acquainted with Shen Yuhua. And through her, she found a good thing for the sour date. Xylophone felt unusually relaxed and happy. The anger and unhappiness caused by Mao Lin had long been left behind by her, and a trace of shadow and smudge had disappeared.

Shen Yuhua is an acute woman. A few days after returning to the village, she asked someone to tell her that the widow also agreed, but she didn't know what the sour jujube was like, and she wanted to meet and decide.

After Xylophone returned home, he was eager to implement the spirit of the county meeting, but put the matter aside. No one bothered to say anything, even Maosheng was still in the dark. As soon as he received the reply, Xylophone hurriedly said to the sour apricot woman first.

The sour apricot woman said happily, you have done a great thing for us. When the mother-in-law was dying, she didn't close her eyes, because Uncle Wa Cub didn't have a place to go. You see when we handle it.

Muqin said, at dinner, I have to find the second uncle and listen to his opinion. If you want to do it, strike it while the iron is hot. If it doesn't work, let's help Zhang Luo inquire again. You can always find a suitable master, and you won't just live alone.

The sour apricot woman was so happy that tears flowed out. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said vigorously, bother, bother. How can my family repay you for your kindness?

When he got home in the evening, he hurriedly lit the fire and cooked. She said to Mao Sheng again, if you eat tonight, she will also call Uncle Sour Jujube over to eat together. Since we came back, he has been covered by the sanitation outside the door, and he has also helped take care of Jing'er and the door. We never invited him to our house for dinner.

Mao Sheng said, please. He just can't come alive, for fear of bringing his bad luck to our family.

Muqin smiled, this time there will be no more bad luck. Then, she told the letter from a village in Beishan, saying that tonight we will sum up together, if Uncle Sour Zao is willing, I will call back to others tomorrow, and I will worry about it if I do it early.

Maosheng grinned widely. He said, why don't you talk about it earlier? I'm going to look for him, and I guess it's time to get home by now.

, he didn't avoid the baby cub next to him, and patted the xylophone on the ass affectionately. He picked up Zhong'er with one hand and Jing'er with the other, and hurriedly went to find sour dates.

Since the death of the "old man", the sour jujube has been very depressed for a while. Talking less and less, he was bored all day doing the work in his hands. The flesh and blood of the "old man", he didn't move a finger, but asked Jing'er to get it to Maosheng's house. The xylophone cooked the broth and asked Mao Sheng to send it over, but he returned it in full. He really couldn't swallow the bone broth. Mao Sheng once told him that Xylophone had the idea of finding him another wife. He blindly smiled bitterly and said, who would be blind and look at a poor man who didn't even have a house grass. still has a bad luck, and no one can stick to it.

As usual, the sour jujube drove the cattle and walked slowly towards home. Everyone else is in a hurry to rush home, and he has no home, so he has no idea of going home. It's just that it's dark, and one can't spend the night in the wild. When the Maosheng family first came back, the feeling of home in their hearts was swept away by the "old guy". He was back in his old state of mind, numb and sluggish.

Before he arrived at the West Courtyard, Sour Zao saw Maosheng's anxious appearance and thought something was wrong. He asked, what's wrong, what's the matter?

Mao Sheng smiled and said, there are good things. Hurry up and settle the cows, and come to me to eat. Let's eat and chat.

The sour jujube shirked and said, I won't go. What's going on, I'll talk about it here, it's the same.

Mao Sheng couldn't wait to tell the story again. Letting him go over to eat is actually trying to plan with him and strive to complete the good deeds.

After listening to the sour jujube, he said happily, whether it is successful or not, it will make you two worry about it. I've got to wash the smell off my body, so I don't stain your house."

He hurriedly settled the herd, washed his hands, face, and feet with soap, and went into the house to change into a freshly washed coat.

Jing'er shouted happily, why don't you shave, it's longer than my hair.

The sour jujube suddenly blushed with shame. He tugged at the placket of his shirt and said, "Another day, another day."

It was the first time I stepped into Maosheng's house, and I felt strange and restrained. The east courtyard is no longer a barren cowshed, but a neat and comfortable farmhouse courtyard. The hostess in the courtyard was busy stir-frying and cooking. The thick smell of tobacco and the smell of stir-fried vegetables filled the farmer's courtyard, giving him a long-forgotten atmosphere and atmosphere of home.

Faced with the xylophone greeting hotly, the sour jujube was at a loss. He was as nervous as a baby, his feet not knowing where to go, and his hands not knowing where to go. The xylophone beckoned him to drink some tea first, and he waved his hand again and again, no, no. Asked him to smoke, he shook the empty cigarette pouch in his hand and replied in a panic, no, no. provoked the xylophone to laugh but didn't dare to laugh in person, so he had to hold his stomach and run into the pot house and laugh non-stop.

As soon as the meal was put on the table, Mao Sheng took out a bottle of wine from under the bed and said, drink some and go to the cold. Before the cap was opened, the old couple stepped into the yard.

The sour apricot woman has been here many times, all of which were in the period not long after Zhong'er gave birth. She came to visit the xylophone and check on Zhong'er's care. She has an indescribable love and concern for Zhong'er. Or because Zhong'er was born in the wild, and it was the first time she delivered in the wild, she was extraordinarily dedicated.

Sour apricot is the first time to enter the door of the xylophone. He looked around at the neat and tidy courtyard, nodded his head frequently, and said, "This family is like a person's clothes are changed." Diligent people always make people feel comfortable. Lazy people, you just built a western-style building, and he can still confuse it into a cowshed and pigsty.

Mao Sheng and his family hurriedly put the two of them to the dinner table. The sour apricot woman said that she had already eaten. He resolutely refused to sit down at the table.

Sour Xingdao, if you don't sit, don't sit, go home and bring the bottle of Yanghe Daqu under the bed. I hid it for several years, but I didn't want to drink it. I was happy today, so I drank it.

Mao Sheng said busily, such a good wine, it's a pity that we drank it. It's better to keep it for big things, pomp and circumstance.

Sour Xing replied, today is a big event, how can there be anything bigger than here. I bought this wine secretly when I visited and studied in Jiangsu. It is said that this liquor is a strong aroma type liquor, with a history of thousands of years, sweet in the mouth, soft in the mouth, refreshing in the tail, and fragrant in aftertaste.

Xylophone Dao, the uncle is still a wine connoisseur, and he can say a set of professional words.

Sour apricot smiled, where is it. I think about it every day, and when I'm idle, I take it out and look at it, and I memorize all the words on the bottle. Everyone laughed.

The sour apricot woman had quickly taken the bottle of baby wine. When the lid is lifted, the rich aroma of wine fills the room. Mao Sheng said in a loud voice, good wine, fragrant.

After a few glasses of wine, the topic gradually turned to the happy event of sour jujubes.

Sour Xing said that the old lady did not close her eyes, thanks to the fact that she was worried about the xylophone, it was easy to have hope again. My family has to thank you. You do it with peace of mind. The right is to find a daughter-in-law for your family, and everything is up to you to decide. What conditions the woman has, we will agree. The important thing now is that there is no nest. It doesn't matter, so I will clean up my west courtyard and let my second brother marry there. The babies and cubs are crowded into the east courtyard, and they can live openly.

Maosheng said busily, your family has a large population, and it is not a long-term way to squeeze one piece all the time. Let's let the second uncle live in the west courtyard of my house temporarily. Let's build another cowshed on the west side of the courtyard wall, and take care of it day and night. Wait for the second uncle to slow down, and then think about building a house. My baby is still young, so I'm not in a hurry.

Xylophone also said, so arrange it. I'll reply tomorrow, and I'll be relieved that it's settled as soon as possible.

Sour Apricot's gratitude is beyond words. He drank so hard that after drinking the bottle of wine he had brought, he also dried the bottle that Mao Sheng had touched. Maosheng and Suan Jujube were already drunk, sitting on the stool and shaking all over. The two of them were talking inarticulately, and no one could understand it. Sour apricot is still a long way from being drunk, and she is still full of interest.

During the conversation, Xylophone talked about his trip to the county seat and watched a few free movies. Jing'er shouted next to her, I want to watch a movie, I want to watch a movie.

Xylophone asked Sour Xing, why haven't we seen a movie in our village. Didn't the Commune have a film team.

Sour Xing said that she also let it go, but it was two or three years ago. The people of the film team thought that our village was remote and did not want to come. Besides, when I came, I was entertained by eating and drinking, and I had to send a car to send someone to pick up and drop off the bunnies. They still think it's not good here, and they don't think it's enough there. I was so angry that I didn't pick them up. The turtle grandchildren also borrowed stubble and didn't come.

Xylophone Road, let's still contact us, isn't it just to send a car once a month. When people come, how should they be entertained, or how should they be entertained. If they don't come for some reason, let's go to the commune and scare them on the line, and see if they dare to do it.

Sour Xing nodded and agreed, when you go to reply to the letter tomorrow, stop by the movie team to contact them and see what they say. If it doesn't work, let's go to the commune and hand over a black note, so that they also know that Lord Ma still has three eyes.

Walking out of the door of the xylophone, Sour Apricot kept thinking about what kind of woman the xylophone was. She always does everything without leakage, thinks thoughtfully, does it steadfastly, has accurate judgment on everything, and has a certain degree of foresight. I always have a kind of indescribable hidden worry about her, but I never understand. And everything xylophone does is for the sake of public and private, and it can stand on and off the court. He had some doubts about the judgment and insight with which he had always been proud. In any case, this sour jujube incident has really brought the relationship between Sour Apricot and the xylophone family closer.

Sour Xing temporarily let down her guard and let the xylophone do her career.

At the same time that the sour jujube was nervously preparing for the blind date, the marriage of the eldest son of the Zhenfu family, the bank, was also in full swing.

Since the last time they met in the supply and marketing cooperative's hotel, the old people on both sides have been asked around by someone to investigate, and they are very satisfied. Each of them also recognized this family business in their hearts. Zhenfu urged him to get married soon.

At first, the woman's vanilla father didn't agree to let his daughter pass through the door so quickly. He said, I have guarded such a girl and a boy in my life, and the people in the house died early, and life is tight. Now that the boys are still young and can't help much, I count on Vanilla to earn me a few more years of family business. When her brother is older and wants to get married, she will have some savings.

Zhenfu knew that the woman wanted a bride price. So he asked someone to give him a bride price, and he counted it. If it goes too far, this family business will be pulled down. If I don't believe that my bank is separated from her, she will be beaten for the rest of her life. If it makes sense, I'll want people in the first month. He spoke so hard that he didn't even have a little room to maneuver.

In fact, Zhenfu had already seen through the other party's intentions. It's just that I want to make a fortune by marrying a girl. If he hadn't taken a fancy to the courtyard of the old Li family, no matter how the old Li family stammered, he would not have let go, let alone hold on so untightly.

Sure enough, after satisfying the bride price proposed by the woman, Vanilla's father finally agreed to send his daughter to marry after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. At the same time, Vanilla's father proposed that I pull the vanilla up with a handful of and urine by myself, and it is not easy to be as easy as it is, and I almost even took my old life. Now the family is so tight that it almost can't open the pot, and the vanilla's dowry has not yet been settled. If the Li family has to marry in such a hurry, I'm afraid that the Li family will have to bear this dowry for a while.

Such a request is a bit excessive. provoked Zhenfu to squat at home and scold, smash jars and bowls. He asked people to reply and say that my old Li family owed him all his life. If your daughter's family dares to send her daughter smoothly, I will dare to return her smoothly. Let's see whose old faces are lost.

In this case, naturally no one dares to take it.

On a cold winter day, there was a bunch of blisters on the bank's lips. He didn't dare to squeak in front of Zhenfu, so he secretly wrapped his teeth. Niang Huozi was also beaten to death and didn't dare to speak in front of Zhenfu. She was in a hurry and ran to her brother Li Zhenshu to ask for advice.

Zhenshu saw that the two families were going to fall out because of the marriage, so he found Zhenfu and persuaded him, let's worship for twenty-four miles, and this is still a trembling thing. As long as people enter this door, no matter how much trouble the old ghost makes, let's ignore it. Can he still run here and there? That's it. In the future, if there is a big or small affair, he also wants to stick the light of the root grass stick again.

Zhenfu forced down this sulking and put the burden of the entire marriage on his shoulders. At this point, the two in-laws have lost their harmony and hurt their feelings, and they rarely move around each other.

The day of the wedding was set on the eighteenth day of the first month.

In order to check this auspicious day of the zodiac, Zhenshu looked through the books for two nights in a row. The Zhenshu woman nagged distressedly, this kerosene is exchanged for eggs, and the two eggs are not enough. Zhenshu taught that a woman's family has long hair and short knowledge, and one or two eggs hurt her heart. As long as he can do his best to handle the marriage of the Zhenfu family, he can take care of us less in the future. The woman closed her mouth.

On the morning of the wedding, the villagers rushed to Zhenfu's house to help. Women are busy setting up the furniture in their new house, or they are sitting in the pot house to help wash dishes and stir-fry. Some of the men cleaned up, and some squatted outside the entrance of the village waiting to welcome the bride.

The bank's new house is located behind the old house of Zhenfu and is a four-room layout. There are three main hall houses, one west side house, two small pot houses against the east wall, and a pigsty and latrine in the southwest corner. All the houses, along with the courtyard walls, were made of stone, and the roofs were made of dried red grass. The whole courtyard is square, crisp and cool. Whoever sees it, they all give a thumbs up, praise Zhenfu for governing his family in a good way, his family is well-off, and he is the style of a big family.

The new house is also bright and shiny. Of the three rooms in the hall, the east two are through the house and the west one is a dark room. Entering the door is a brand-new table of eight immortals, with a pair of large jujube red wooden boxes lined up against the east wall, and two large iron locks hanging on the nose of the lock, leading people to guess how many good things are hidden in the boxes. There is a ** statue hanging on the north wall of the front, and the surrounding walls are covered with colorful New Year paintings. The roof was covered with newspapers. This is a new thing that has never been seen in Xinghua Village, and it provokes the whole room to stretch their necks and look up until their necks are sore. People are still rubbing their necks and "tsk" straight lips. There were even a few half-grown children scurrying around the room, pointing to the pictures on the newspaper on the ceiling, and playing games to find the pictures. On the front is a shiny table of eight immortals, as well as a few pestles and chairs.

The west room was blocked by a partition wall, and a curtain door connected the east and west rooms. Facing the door was a large maroon wooden bed. Even if you sleep with three people at the same time, you won't worry about you squeezing me and I crushing you. The bed is covered by a large saffron bed with four new flower quilts stacked on top. The top of the wedding bed is covered with a red reed mat, and the center of the mat is made of dark red reeds to weave a large red double happiness character. The bank's younger sister is a clever girl. She hooked a few pieces of cloth with white thread, which happened to be surrounded on three sides of the wedding bed, which showed the neatness and festivity of the wedding room.

The bride's vanilla arrived at about nine o'clock in the morning, more than an hour short of the time Zhenshu had checked. This can't be blamed on the vanilla family either. After all, this road is too far, and it is still a mountain road of more than ten miles.

When the bride gets married, she hits the threshold of her mother's house, and this foot can't stick to the soil on the road. No matter how far the road is, if you want to go directly to your in-law's house, you must step on the land of your in-law's house. If not, it will be unlucky, and the Lord will be in danger of remarrying in the future. Therefore, the vanilla was replaced by the mother's family all the way and pushed in a small cart. This mountain road is difficult to walk, and several people are so tired that they shout that their waists hurt, their legs and stomachs turn.

At first, Zhenfu was angry. The main reason is that the two in-laws are screwed, and all the things that don't go well are indiscriminately pushed on each other. He thought that the bride was late and missed the auspicious day. When he saw his daughter-in-law who married into the door, Zhenfu was also secretly surprised. I've lived so long, and I've never seen such a good-looking person. I just thought that if I knew that my daughter-in-law was so handsome, even if the old ghost made some rude and domineering requests, it would be worth it. He was also happy for the bank. is a stinky boy with a nest, and such a beautiful blessing, it is really a blessing given by the ancestors of the old Li family, so that the bank can afford it. Thinking like this, the bulging stomach gas disappeared unconsciously.

When the bride arrived at the door of the new house, she could not get out of the car first, but waited for the copper basin to be added. It is to put a new basin brought from the mother's house under the bride's feet and ask the mother-in-law's family to add money to it. The copper basin should be added three times in a row, which means that the young couple will become richer and richer in the future.

At this time, Zhenfu changed his fiery temper a few days ago. He obediently let the bridal person fiddle with it, with a happy smile on his face. Called Huoyazi and the bank were frightened for a while.

After adding the copper basin, the bank carried the herbs into the courtyard and held a ceremony to worship heaven and earth and worship in-laws. After the ceremony, the bank carries the vanilla to the new bed. Huoyazi brought a bowl of noodles and let the herbs eat. It means that the bride will spend the sun and moon far away in the mother-in-law's house from now on, and this etiquette will be over. Next, it is to invite the mother's family and the happy people of the same village to sit at the banquet, drink tea and wine, and reward the guests at the feast.

Because of the large number of people, Zhenfu is a flowing water seat. It is to finish eating a handful and leave a handful, and the people waiting for the table will hurry up and reopen the table.

The bride's family is a big guest, and the first group should start the banquet. The male guests are accompanied by several characters with heads and faces, such as sour apricots and Mao Lin. The female guests were accompanied by xylophones. Because it was Xue'e, Lanxiang and Xigui's daughter-in-law who accompanied them on a blind date before, they were invited to accompany them. After the guests were served and sent out of the village, the villagers were connected to the table. Immediately, the people who helped to run the hall and deliver food such as Four Seasons, Sixi, Maosheng, Maoshan and Xigui shuttled non-stop like flowing water.

Today's chef is Quartet. He was specially called back from the restaurant by Zhenfu, and led a group of women who picked vegetables and burned the fire, and was responsible for the steaming, frying, cooking and frying affairs of the entire wedding banquet.

On a cold day, the pot house of Zhenfu's family was as hot as a steamer. Sifang only wore an undershirt, a towel on his shoulder, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to ooze from his fat shoulders and forehead. From time to time, he wiped his sweat with a towel and asked someone to find a broken fan to stick on the belt behind his back. Stealing the air, he pulled it out and slapped it a few times, and then inserted it back in place.

Someone made fun of the Quartet for stealing good things and eating too much, and saving enough fat. If you lie down with the fat pigs in the pen, you can't tell which is the pig's head and which is the human belly.

Someone replied, it doesn't matter if others can tell the difference, I'm afraid that Jin Lian will make a mistake, and it's good to see Tian'er sleeping with a fat pig in her arms.

The Quartet responded, it's good to sleep with the fat pig in your arms, stick to the lard every day, and you won't have to worry about running out of oil and water when you stir-fry. Otherwise, I will also tell you to stick to oil and water tonight, and go home, my brother will definitely praise you.

- Okay, tonight, I'll just go and tell Jin Lian not to be jealous.

- Jin Lian is not jealous. She drank enough oil and water for miles, and when she saw lard, she was tired. She just wants to eat human flesh now, sleep white and clean, where is this fat meat in the Quartet.

Someone pretended to mysteriously lean on the root of the square ear and whispered, "Do you have oil and water on your head, but can you still get oil on your bottom?" Don't see the oil and be ruthless at the top, but dry the pot at the bottom.

This unintentional joke is poking at the hidden sore spot of the Quartet. The Quartet pretended to be puzzled, but was busy with the work in his hands.

Someone next to him said, "Quartet, you have to be careful." I won't see Jin Lian guarding the golden lotus at night, so that she can feed her muscles and flesh raw, and she will give you a green hat to wear. At that point, you won't be able to pick it even if you want to.

Then, there was a homeopathic coaxing, and answered, let's take a look, whether there is green hair in the hair of the Quartet. Otherwise, why be so good. Subsequently, it caused a half-truth and half-truth to grab the laughter of the stick.

The more the Quartet listened, the more he muttered in his heart. He thought, what are these crazy women saying in their mouths? It seems that there are words in the words, and they are all half-implicit and half-exposed. Thinking like this, my heart jumped "poo", don't be Jin Lian, what's really wrong. At this point, there were obviously fewer gags in the Quartet, and his face was cloudy and uncertain.

The women in the pot house caught a glimpse of the Quartet as if they were in love, and suddenly realized that they were talking crazy, forgetting that it was the man in front of them who was Jinlian. These words are too explicit. So, all of a sudden, the women all shut up their foul mouths and shifted the conversation to the short things in the parents. The pot house immediately lost its lively atmosphere.

The more this happens, the more the suspicion and consternation of the Quartet will be aggravated. He thought of his powerlessness on the **, and he couldn't see Tian'er guarding the golden lotus. Jin Lian is also an extremely greedy woman, she is too thirsty, and she is not allowed to let her heart burn her head and do something out of the ordinary. He secretly thought to himself, this kind of thing, he can't directly interrogate Jin Lian. If you wronged her, you would have lost your conscience and would not be able to live with your own woman for the rest of your life. Let's go ask my sister-in-law Lan Xiang first. My family pulls these things, so it's safe and convenient.

In terms of the relationship between husband and wife, the Quartet has always felt very guilty and feels sorry for Jin Lian. The big and small things at home and abroad, which one is not handled by Jin Lian alone, and she also single-handedly pulled a pair of cute children. Jin Lian has made great contributions to his Quartet, but he can't even meet the minimum requirements of a woman, is he still a man.

He couldn't figure out how he had gotten to this point. The previous greed raced the bull, and it was not enough to tear Jin Lian day and night, which made Jin Lian scream in a trembling voice. Since I went to work in the hotel, my body has swelled like bubbles, but the things in the crotch of my pants have become more and more difficult to see, and my ability to do so has become smaller and smaller. Later, it turned into a lump, and there was no trace of violentness.

He secretly went to the county hospital to check, took a bag of herbs and ate it violently, but there was no movement. Whenever he had the chance, he would also make some bullwhips and donkey whips or something, and eat them before going home. When I got home, it still didn't improve. The more this happened, the more afraid he became to go home. Sometimes, he doesn't come back for a whole month. He was afraid that when he saw Jin Lian's anxious appearance, he would also feel uncomfortable.

Perhaps, it is impossible to say that he left a lot of empty space and called a bad wild man to take the opportunity to ** a leg. Quartet pondered in his heart.

The wedding feast lasted until two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, the people who ran to help in the hall also had a chance to take a breath. They all sat down at the dinner table and drank and ate.

I don't know what happened, but just drinking wine, Shiji and Xigui actually fought and waved their old fists. The clothes of the two were also torn, and their faces were blue and purple, like two red-eyed bulls, rolling together on the ground. Even Sixi made a move, playing a stealing hammer on the side. The table in the room overturned, the dishes were smashed, the food was spilled on the floor, and the whole table was stirred up. Maolin and Zhenfu couldn't hold the scene, and Maosheng and Maoshan couldn't pull the shelf. It was still sour apricot who rushed over and kicked away one by one.

Sour Xing scolded, the cat has been filled with too much urine. What's the matter, I'll talk about it when people finish the happy event. If there is any pimple, go to the courtyard of the brigade to solve it. It's all about making a fuss here.

Afterwards, everyone present tried to recall the cause of the fight, but they couldn't say it clearly. It is said that it is because Xigui got up to toast, and the four seasons did not serve the wine cup. It is said that the four seasons drank too much, and quietly scolded Xigui for being a pig and dog, so that Xigui listened. Others said that the two have never been harmonious, and today they are angry with the strength of wine. In the answers, several people have several statements, and none of them are unanimous. In fact, everyone understands in their hearts that there is only one reason for the fight, and that is because of Jin Lian. It's just that no one will be stupid enough to reveal the truth. When he returned home, he became an observer again, analyzing the causes and consequences of the fight between the two of them.

The atmosphere in Zhenshu's house was so solemn that it was breathless. It's cold outside, and the air inside is unbearably cold.

In the house, there were only Zhenshu's two sons and three sons. Like a few clay Buddha statues, sitting with their heads hooked and silent.

After a long time, Zhenshu let out a long sigh and said, I can shame the faces of our ancestors today. It was ashamed, and there was a layer of figment cloth to cover it. Now, take off the figil leaf yourself. In the future, our family will live in the crotch of the face **, what else can you think.

He also said that he didn't want the Quartet to know about this matter, for fear that there would be a big mess if it didn't happen. I just thought about how to handle it safely and not leave a handle for outsiders. Now, since the whole thing has been shaken out, let's tell the truth. It also tells the Quartet to have a number in his heart, don't lean outside with pure death, and always go home to take care of his daughter-in-law. This woman has to let her man see the sky and nourish her, so that she can follow the sun and the moon with all her heart. Jin Lian is a good woman in her bones, but she has gone crooked for a while. It's not that it can't be saved, and the Quartet can think about it clearly.

Then, Zhenshu poured the truth about Jin Lian's possible affair with Xi Gui, whether it was heard or guessed by various signs, to the Quartet.

The Quartet's fears were finally confirmed. He trembled, and his eyes immediately became bloodshot. He stood up and was going to find Xigui desperately. Shiki and Sixi hugged him to the death and didn't let him out.

The Zhenshu woman cried and shouted, you are a fool, this matter is also heard and guessed. You didn't get to the bed, how can you tell if you go out? I also heard the words of Maosheng's xylophone, and she talked with Jin Lian beside her. Jin Lian insisted that there was no such thing, what else could we say. If this thing is not done well, it will cause death.

The sudden anger that sparked in the sky burned the throats of the Quartet. He said hoarsely, what do you say, just let them go down like this?

Zhenshu said, I also thought about it for a few days. When you go to your house, don't look for Jinlian's stubble, don't make trouble, and live the day in peace. Early in the morning, I hurried back to the hotel. Go to the leader and ask for it, and you must find something for Jin Lian to do. Even if he had nothing to do, he also asked to vacate a room, take Jin Lian, and raise it. As long as you don't let her smell fishy, she's still your woman. Otherwise, you'll probably not even have a home.

Four seasons also persuaded, third brother, you should listen to your father's persuasion. You can take care of this matter. Whether it's true or not, my second brother and I have to break Xigui's dog's leg, and we must be angry for you.

The Quartet was persuaded to go down. He wiped the tears rolling from his eyes and sat down helplessly. My mind was already blank, like a stupid child.

The blind date for sour dates went well.

After repeated matchmaking between Shen Yuhua and Xylophone, the two met at Shen Yuhua's house in a village in Beishan, and basically agreed. This family business is settled.

The widow of the Guo family proposed that in order to get married, there must be a courtyard first. The two of them can't squat on the street to spend the sun and the moon.

Xylophone replied with a smile, where can I be. My family has a west courtyard, and no one has lived in it for many years. You two will live there for as long as you want.

The widow immediately said, "You are the one who said it." But he didn't regret it when the time came, and he drove people out.

Xylophone happily replied, "What's the matter?" The eldest of my children is only a few years old, and the younger ones have not yet been weaned, and they have a dilapidated scenery in the courtyard. Besides, houses that no one lives in deteriorate quickly. Tell you two to clean up the house for me every day, and free me from labor costs.

And so everyone laughed. A small crisis with half-truths and half-truths can be dealt with.

Muqin knew in her heart that this widow was a tricky woman, accustomed to being alone, acting with small love, and having an empty and narrow heart. In the future, when we get along together, we really have to pay attention to it, and don't fly the hen that is so easy to throw into your arms with sour dates.

As soon as the family affairs of the sour jujube had a little eyebrows, the xylophone pondered how to poke the drum film team.

This movie team is completely offended by Sour Apricots. Otherwise, Sour Apricot wouldn't have pushed the xylophone out and hid to the side to pick it up. He was also afraid that he would knock people out of the village, and they would definitely not give him a good look. Not to mention inviting people back, I'm afraid that when I get to the film team, I won't even be able to ask for a bowl of hot water.

When Xylophone went for the first time, the captain of the film team had a face that was not a face, and a nose that was not a nose. The tea was served, but he spoke without mercy. He piled up all the old things on the table, such as how he treated the projectionist rudely at the beginning, how he didn't take the film team seriously, and so on. What he meant was to ask Xylophone to go back and send a letter to Sour Xing, so that the old thing would die of watching movies.

Seeing Lao Zhang harboring such an indignation, Xylophone didn't dare to disobey him for the time being. She said a lot of good things and apologized.

Lao Zhang was also embarrassed. He said, I'm not here for you, don't be weird. As soon as I heard the words "Xinghua Village", I didn't get angry. It's really telling your village to be so strict that I have sparks in my eyes.

The second time I went again, the xylophone was no longer as stupid as the first time, and it was rubbed by Lao Zhang. She moved Lao Hu, director of the Commune Women's Federation. Before Lao Zhang could open his mouth to speak, he let Lao Hu Ping Pong shoot like a machine gun, and suddenly lost his temper.

Lao Zhang shouted, my eldest sister Hu, don't go online again. I admit it, can't I take you? Director Mu of this Xinghua Village is quite capable, so it's not good to ask anyone, just move your old man's house out. No wonder I had a blind dream last night that a tigress swallowed me up after licking my.

The old man scolded, who cares about your stinky meat. Throw it on the street to feed the dogs, and even the dogs don't smell it.

Lao Zhang replied with a smile on his face, my wife is rare, and it is not enough to take me in her mouth all day long.

Lao Hu scolded more and more arrogantly, your wife is a standard slut. Talking nonsense, when are you going to show a movie? Thousands of people, young and old, look forward to the stars and the moon when they see the sky. Do you think people want to see your stinky mouth that specializes in squirting feces?

Lao Zhang said helplessly, I'm afraid it won't work this month, it's all full. Next month, I'll re-rank Xinghua Village. You also have to talk about that sour apricot, which is too unpleasant in his eyes. If he still treats the movie team like that, it will be the king of heaven, and I won't buy it anymore.

In this way, the affairs of the film team are finally settled.

Muqin went back to talk to Sour Xing, and Sour Apricot scolded, this dead old Zhang is a toast and doesn't eat and drink. With that, he walked away with ease.

The film team is finally here. It was Sour Apricot who asked Mao Qing to drive the ox cart to the town early in the morning to wait, and it was not until evening that he slowly wandered into the village.

The babies who had been waiting at the entrance of the village since lunch immediately jumped up. They were scurrying around the streets with their teeth and claws, and they were screaming and shouting, "Come on the movie, come on the movie."

The villagers also gathered in the courtyard of the brigade to help the projectionists erect poles and hang curtains. I haven't watched a movie for two or three years, and some people can't even remember how the movies were released.

At this time, the sky was gray and overcast, and some people were worried about whether it would snow. If the snow is heavy, the movie will not be able to be released. Immediately, someone picked up the road, why can't it be released. Tonight is the next shot, and I have to watch this movie.

Under the command of the two projectionists, the villagers consciously rushed forward, erected two wooden poles at the base of the south wall of the courtyard, hung a black-edged and white-faced curtain high, and tied a large square-shaped black horn box to the wooden poles. At this time, some babies hurriedly moved pestles, benches and other things from their homes and seized the open space in front of the curtain.

With a smile on her face, she asked the two projectionists to go to their house for dinner. The sour apricot woman copied four dishes. Ruthlessly, she killed another chicken and served a large pot of chicken soup. Sour Xing called Maolin and Zhenfu again to accompany the projectionist to drink.

Sour Apricot originally wanted to call a xylophone. The second son, the people, who went to call, came back and said that she had to cook and feed the children, and she didn't know how to drink, so she wouldn't come to accompany her. After that, he didn't even care about eating, so he picked up a chicken leg and put it in his mouth, picked up the bench and went to the courtyard of the brigade.

After the two projectionists had eaten and drunk, it was also dark. The two of them did not dare to slack off, hurried back to the courtyard of the brigade, set up the machine, poured the film, and ran to the back of the house to poke the generator and beat the drum. Suddenly the lights came on in the courtyard. The babies had rarely seen a light bulb, and they didn't understand how the little glass ball could glow so brightly. The cubs in the yard shouted like crazy, causing the yard to fill the yard as if boiling water.

At this time, fine snowflakes began to fall in the sky.

The projectionist asked for sour apricot road, whether to say a few words first. In other villages, before the film is released, the village cadres have to say a few words.

Sour apricot said, good, good.

When he took the microphone and blew twice, an earth-shattering sound suddenly came from the loudspeaker box. Not only did the audience startle, but Sour Xing herself was also shocked, and she forgot what she just remembered. He grinned with his mouth wide open for a long time, stunned and didn't remember what to say. He said to himself while putting on the microphone with regret, ", no, let's put it on."

Who knows, this foul word at the same time expanded from the speaker box to the earth-shattering sound. made the audience laugh and shouted stomach aches everywhere. Sour apricot made a big red face. He hurriedly slipped into the office behind him, not daring to come out for a long time.

Amidst the calamity, the movie finally began to be screened.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier that night. By the time the movie is over, the small snowflakes at the beginning have turned into heavy snow.

Xigui carried the pillar in his arms, the full moon carried the bench, and the family of three rushed back to their warm house.

The Kigui family lived in the northeast corner of the village, in a courtyard of four houses. The walls are still good, and the inside and outside of the house are neatly tied. It shows that Full Moon is a neat woman, and Xigui is also the master of the family.

After being beaten by the Four Seasons Brothers at the bank banquet, he limped into the house and was hit head-on by the full moon. Obviously, the full moon knew about the good things that Xigui had done behind her back. She has been sitting at home for a long time, waiting for the arrival of this "flower thief". She drove the pillar away first, and then prepared a broomstick, a burning stick, a shovel, a spoon, and even a kitchen knife in her hand, and opened the posture to fight to the death with Xigui.

As soon as Xi Gui showed his head, the full moon didn't say a word, grabbed the family at his feet and greeted Xi Gui with his head and face. She beat and scolded, like an angry lioness, beating this thing that was not as good as a pig and dog who had lost her conscience. Xigui sat on the ground with her head in her hands, and she didn't dare to say a word when she whipped without a head. After fighting, Xigui actually shed tears. He was like an aggrieved child, choked up and his whole body convulsed.

At first, Full Moon thought he was doing it for himself, so he scolded harder and harder. Xi Gui's body, head, and hands were already scarred, and even the buttons on the placket of the padded jacket were flying. He remained still, weeping and sullenly enduring the full moon's almost irrational beating. After the fight, the full moon really had no strength, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his arms. It was only at this time that Full Moon realized that he had only cared about venting the anger in his heart, but he had beaten his man to the point where he couldn't make a appearance, and his heart immediately softened.

The full moon reached the ground and began to cry loudly. She cried about her life, and pulled this family like an old cow all day long. In the end, I can't even tie my own man, so how can I be a man. It's better to die to be clean. As she spoke, she got up and ran out.

Hee-gui couldn't sit still any longer. He hugged the full moon tightly and didn't let go, crying, I'm no longer human. When you've beaten and scolded enough, I'll die. Don't dare to ruin your reputation and let outsiders poke your backbone. You can't die. Zhu'er is still young, and she will become a bitter baby without a mother in the future. When I'm dead, you'll go find a good home. Zhu'er also has a place to rely on.

If a big man cries and says such a thing, any woman will be tempted. What's more, Full Moon was originally a kind woman, the embryo of a good wife and mother. She liked Xigui from the bottom of her heart, never quarreled with him, and blushed. If it weren't for today's trouble, even if she was killed, I couldn't believe that a man would leave himself to steal another woman. Her heart was completely softened, and it was so soft that it was a mess. She reflexively hugged Xigui tightly, for fear that he would also run to seek death. She scolded vigorously, you are a wrongdoer, how can I do it.

The two of them sat on the floor of the house in their arms, weeping opposite each other.

Until Zhu'er got hungry and ran into the house to find something to eat. When I saw my father and mother sitting on the ground crying, I knew that something big had happened in my family. He was so frightened that he cried, and ran to Xigui to pull his arm, and then ran to the back of the full moon and tore his collar, trying to make them stand up.

At this time, the two gradually calmed down and stopped crying. Full Moon wiped the tears from her face, got up and went to the pot house to cook for Zhu'er. Xigui hugged Zhu'er distressedly, and let Zhu'er's little hands keep wiping the blood oozing from his hands and face.

Although the two of them are still living under the same roof, touching the spoon in a pot, they just don't talk to each other. At night, one person covered a quilt and slept on his own. On several occasions, Xigui wanted to tell Full Moon how she had gotten into Jinlian's bed without helping herself. Seeing the full moon's cold face, his already weak heart was even more stunned for three points, and he couldn't speak. It wasn't until more than half a month later that Jin Lian was taken to the hotel in the town by the Quartet, and there were no more eyesores, and the mood of the two gradually improved. The full moon no longer waits for Xigui with raised eyebrows, and his face is much clearer.

Seeing that the family crisis had improved, Xigui found an opportunity to completely confess to the full moon what he had done. After all, the full moon is a peasant woman, and she can't do without the pillar of a man. Besides, she also knows in her heart that there is no man in the world who is not a gluttonous cat looking for fishy taste. Seeing the fishy anger, there are a few that can stand it. So, the full moon also forgave his man aggrievedly, and slowly accepted him again.

At this point, the knot between the two can be unraveled. The two of them returned to their old cheerfulness during the day, and closed a quilt at night.

These days, when he is idle and has nothing to do, Xigui carries an earthen cannon and goes to the North Mountain to hunt pheasants, rabbits and so on. On several occasions, the prey was also hit. took it home, and the mother and son of the full moon had a few hungry meals. As a result, the family's gluttony was hooked. Zhu'er pestered Xigui and asked him to hunt pheasants and hares again.

On several occasions, when Xigui was hunting on the North Mountain, he once met a red fox. When he returned home, he said to the full moon that the red fox was so good-looking, with two handfuls of white hair on its pointed chin, purple and black lips, a red tail, two small black ears, and a golden hair on its body and face, and not a single miscellaneous hair. From a distance, it looks like a flame, but up close, I know that it is a red fox, and I really like it. When the fire fox saw people, he was not afraid, let alone hidden, and walked around in the snow by himself. Sometimes, I even jump on the tree to play, just like the Hua Dan Wusheng rolling on the stage, which is even more beautiful than there. I saw that the thing only walked back and forth on one road, never forking the road. One night, I'll set up an earthen cannon on the road where it walks, and I'll make a padded jacket collar for you and the pillar, so that it's very warm.

Full Moon is worried, foxes are spiritual beasts, and they can't move.

Xi Gui said nonchalantly, what spiritual things are in front of the earth cannon, they are all a pile of mud and rotten meat, and they all have to give me Zhu'er to satisfy your hunger and warm your body.

This evening, when Xigui saw that it was going to snow, he said to the full moon that he was going to the north mountain to fire earth cannons. The full moon said, there will be a movie in the village tonight, don't you watch it. Xigui said, I'll set up the earthen cannon and go back, I can't miss it.

Sure enough, not long after, Xigui ran back coldly. He urged, hurry up and eat, I heard the courtyard of the brigade full of human voices, and it is estimated that the movie will be played.

When Xigui's family arrived at the courtyard of the brigade, they caught up with Sour Apricot saying that foul language, which made the two of them laugh and bend over. Back at home, the two took turns to learn the tone of the sour apricot, and it was another frolic.

Zhu'er was already asleep in Xigui's arms. Xigui gently put him on the bed, took off his cotton clothes for him, and covered him with a thick quilt. Full Moon carried the urine jar into the house, undressed and put into bed, and got into the warm quilt. When the full moon was still sunny in the morning, I took the quilt to the yard to dry for most of the day. The fluffy quilt exudes the warm smell of the sun. As soon as it sticks to the cold skin, there is an indescribable warmth and comfort.

Xigui bolted the door of the courtyard house, and couldn't wait to take off his jacket and pants, like a slippery loach, and burrowed into the quilt. He took advantage of the situation to hug the full moon's fair and plump body tightly, and kept rubbing it up and down vigorously. opened his mouth again, full of the soft ** of the full moon, licked and sucked greedily with his tongue, and made a "squeak" sound. Full Moon also took the initiative to respond to his actions, arching her body into his arms. Her hand slid down the bulging muscles of Hee Gui everywhere. After touching the messy hair under her abdomen, she hesitated slightly, then grabbed Xigui's lifeline and stroked it gently. Xi Gui's lower body rose proudly, flowing slimy body fluids, stained with the soft little hands of the full moon. Xigui also put his hand on the belly of the full moon like a cotton ball, and rubbed it back and forth for a long time. He reached into the hidden doors and windows of the full moon, which were already half-opened, and gently covered them, knocking and asking. Until the doors and windows are completely opened, the signal of invitation to enter spreads through every nerve ending around the body.

Full Moon moaned softly, making an ambiguous "oh-oh" sound of relief, and grabbed Hee Gui's shoulders and dragged her body hard. Hee Gui rolled over, hugged Full Moon's hair, sucked her delicate lips deep into her mouth, and used her wide and powerful tongue to harass the tip of Full Moon's tongue. Sweet saliva filled the mouths of the two of them, and it was quickly swallowed again. The bodies of the two have been glued together, torn together, and fused together.

They rolled and wandered wantonly, attacked and possessed wantonly. There is no you and me, no inside and outside, no heaven and earth, only strong love and happiness.

Time seems to have frozen, and the two of them have long lost the concept of time. Time seems to fly by, and before I can experience enough of the joy brought by **, everything collapses in an irrepressible way. There were only a few remaining fragments of memory, scattered in the two once gloomy and sunny hearts, floating around.

The two snuggled up tightly together, quietly recalling the momentary attachment that was almost confused and suffocating, and felt each other's indispensable existence. The two of them muttered silently in their hearts, praying. May they be forever torn apart and guarded together.

When the rooster crows three times, Hee-gui wakes up. He moved his body as if it was about to collapse, and carefully pulled his arm out from under Full Moon's neck. and tightly protected the warm body of the full moon with the corners of the quilt, and then gently got out of bed and dressed. He was afraid of waking up the full moon in his sweet sleep, interrupting a sweet dream that might be in progress.

Full Moon rolled over, a look of satisfaction on her face.

At that moment, Xigui must have a feeling of attachment and reluctance. As he opened the door to leave, he turned around again and kissed the full moon on the forehead. Finally woke up the full moon.

Afterwards, the full moon blamed herself over and over again, I woke up. I said, don't go. On a snowy day, the wind is cold, so let's go when the sky is bright.

Xi Gui stroked the full moon's dark and fine hair with one hand, and touched Zhu'er's red face with the other. He smiled and replied, "Well, that's fine." If I don't go to pick up the earthen cannon back, my heart is always uneasy. He also said, I will walk for a mile, but I must take care of the door, take care of myself and the pillar, and don't take the cold.

After saying this, Xigui pushed the door out without looking back, and there was no day to look back.

The dull sound of gunfire came at the hour of dawn, and several villagers who liked to wake up early said they heard it. However, they only bothered to sweep the thick snow in their yard, and they didn't think that something had happened to Xigui. Mao Qing also said, I wondered, who handed in the luck early in the morning and hit the mountain rabbit. And such a misunderstanding just inadvertently sent Xigui to a dead end.

Winter mornings are hurried and short. As soon as the morning dawns, every family has to hurry up to eat. Throwing down the rice bowl, he rushed to gather and go to work.

At this time, the sky was still overcast, and there were still snowflakes in the gray sky. It's much smaller than last night, but the snow doesn't stop yet. Because of the cloudy sky, the sky was dark, and the people in the village generally got up late because they missed sleep last night because they were greedy for a movie. This morning, they hurried to the assembly for roll call, and they did not dare to delay the start of work. The production team is not a nursing home, and will never allow absenteeism or tardiness just because of snow, let alone give you a credit for a day's work in vain.

Mao Lin stood in the courtyard of the brigade and began to take roll calls. He shouted his name as he sketched a thick roll call, carefully noting who was late and who hadn't.

A few people rushed to the ground with rolling belts, but they still didn't catch up with the moment when their names were called. Fortunately, it is considered to be in time, and it cannot be regarded as absenteeism. Except for Xigui, everyone else is there.

Mao Lin scolded, *** Xigui, it's all this day, and he still hugs his wife and sleeps without letting go. He turned to the eldest son of the Zhenfu family and said, "Go and smash his door and pull him out of the hot bed." If he didn't let go, he would be thrown into the snow to freeze-dry the meat.

Villagers began to clear the snow from the yard and the road outside the yard. The xylophone also came, waiting for the women to assemble for roll call.

At this time, the bank came running in a hurry. He opened his mouth and panted and said, The two of them are at home, waiting for Xigui to come home for dinner. Xigui went up to Beishan to start an earthen cannon before dawn, and he hasn't come back yet.

Mao Qing said, it's time to go back, the gunshot has already sounded an hour. I think he squatted on the mountain by himself to roast rabbit meat and eat it.

The xylophone is a thriller. She said, "I'm going to have to go and see what happens."

Mao Lin also shivered involuntarily. He immediately threw down the shovel and shouted to everyone, first put aside the belongings in his hands, and go to Beishan to look for the turtle species of Xigui. After shouting, he took the lead and ran out. The xylophone also followed out of the courtyard.

The villagers couldn't figure out what Mao Lin was doing. A few people followed, but most remained where they were, taking the opportunity to find a place to sit down and smoke lazily.

Mao Lin ran as fast as he could, leaving the xylophones far behind.

Since the last embarrassing incident with the xylophone, Maolin couldn't sleep for several nights. Sometimes I fall asleep, suddenly have a nightmare, and wake up all at once. In the cold weather, a layer of fine sweat broke out all over the body. He was afraid that Xylophone would tell this kind of ugly thing. Even if they don't say it, the two of them will have to work together in the future, and how will they face the xylophone then.

At night, Xue'e habitually wants to sleep with the housekeeping in the crotch of the dense forest. As soon as his hand touched it, he shivered in pain. Mao Lin lied that he accidentally let the pickaxe hit his crotch during the day, and now he is swollen. Shocked, Xue'e used salt water again, and urged him to go to the commune hospital quickly, worrying for several days. Fortunately, in the three days after the incident, Xylophone went to the commune for a meeting, leaving Mao Lin a chance to adjust his mentality and give him enough time to think about the aftermath. The result of this consideration is to avoid a little xylophone for the first time. In the future, I tried my best to accommodate and protect her at work, and showed her my determination to change my past mistakes everywhere. If the xylophone still doesn't give up, then you can only go with her. Those who admit punishment should be left to fate. Thinking about it this way, his mood was much more relaxed. The mentality has gradually recovered.

The xylophone returned to the village and devoted himself to production. When she saw Maolin, she greeted and talked about work as before, as if she had long forgotten about it, or didn't take it to heart at all. Maolin's anxious heart finally fell to the ground. At the same time, he also learned that the xylophone is bigger than a man's heart and the generosity he shows when dealing with delicate things. He was ashamed, and secretly said, in the long run, the sour apricot is not as good as the xylophone. Going forward, follow the xylophone carefully. When the sky falls, she tops it, and when the ground sinks, she supports it, and I'm still afraid of a ghost ball.

As soon as Xylophone was worried about whether something would happen to Xigui, Mao Lin felt a "chuckle" in his heart. A gut reminds him that something is really going to happen to Hee-gui.

Mao Lin ran to the root of the North Mountain, but there was no one to see. He let go of his throat and shouted, "What about Xigui, Xigui, are you on the mountain?" Shouting as he climbed up the mountain path.

As soon as I climbed a hill at the foot of the mountain, I faintly heard a low moan. However, the wind on the mountain was so loud that it was impossible to distinguish the direction. And there are snowflakes in the air, and the sight is not good. He burst open his throat and shouted a few times, and then listened with his ear sideways. Finally, I heard the sound not far ahead. Maolin knew that something had really happened to Xigui.

He scurried up like a rabbit, wading through knee-deep mountain snow, and scurrying forward desperately.

Under an old apricot tree, Xigui leaned back against the thick roots, his head hanging weakly. His mouth was screaming for help. His voice was hoarse and grew darker. His legs stretched straight, and dark red sticky blood continued to emerge from his bloody wounds. Behind him, there was a deep gully of snow that stretched from the far mountain to his beneath him. There was a blinding red blood mark in the snow ditch. I think he climbed all the way from the mountain, but he really didn't have the strength, and he stopped under the trunk of this apricot tree, and he couldn't climb anymore.

Maolin was stupefied. He hugged Xigui and shouted, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Xi Gui opened his eyes slightly. When he saw someone, his spirits suddenly lifted a lot. He cried, I went halfway up the mountain and set up an earthen cannon. Both legs were broken and could not move. Brother Maolin, save me.

Mao Lin hurriedly untied his shoelaces and stabbed the root of Xigui's thigh fiercely, trying to stop the bleeding first. However, he exerted so much force and nervousness that he broke the lace of his shoe. In a hurry, he tore off the rope cloth that bound his waist, and tied Xigui's thighs tightly. At this time, the people behind also arrived out of breath. Mao Lin shouted silently, carry him back quickly, he will die if he is too late.

When everyone picked up Xigui and trotted down the mountain, Mao Lin also picked up his pants and ran all the way into the village.

The Full Moon family gathered all the male and female laborers of the village and a group of babies, and everyone had a frightened expression on their faces. The full moon is already frightened. She just hugged Xigui's head and shed tears, but she couldn't cry at all.

Xigui asked for water and said, "Thirsty, thirsty."

Early in the morning, there was no hot water at home. Someone scooped cold water directly from the tank and fed it to him one by one.

Xi Gui licked the drops of water on his lips and said, I went to start the earth cannon, obviously it was set up under the apricot tree halfway up the mountain last night, but I couldn't find it. I went around the place and looked for it. I found it, and I traveled for miles in other realms at once. I called out to someone, but there was no response. I crawled back, but I couldn't climb up, and I waited there for miles to die.

Xylophone Dao, don't talk about it first, save effort. We have to rush to the commune hospital. How can you do it lying at home, the light and bleeding will also ruin people.