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.