The villagers who carried the food were very welcoming.

They all came to the writers.

"Guest, how is my old hen, just caught from home, rest assured, I raised it myself, and it is definitely not sick!"

"Guest, you see that my bacon is not bad, I have been reluctant to eat it. ”

"Look at my ham, it's delicious enough, let's have some!"

“......”

Many writers looked at each other, and were a little uncomfortable by the enthusiastic fellows.

I still remember how long I said at the beginning, for fear of being cheated, a writer asked weakly: "These... How much does it cost?"

The villagers were stunned for a moment, and then someone said, "It's all our own things, and we don't know the price, so let's look at it." ”

Look at the give? What's going on?

In this way, writers are more worried about being cheated, what if you run out of food and ask for a sky-high price?

"You have to have a price for your own things, and we can't get it for sure, and when the time comes, it's easy to cause misunderstandings and troubles, so you can estimate and give a price. ”

The fellows thought that this was indeed the case, so they quoted one after another.

"My old hen weighs 4 pounds, count you 20 pounds. ”

"My grass carp has 3 catties, 6 yuan a catty. ”

"Bacon 20. ”

"Ham 30. ”

The fellows have quoted one after another, and the writers have put down their hanging hearts, and the fellows are still very simple, and they are not asking for a price, on the contrary, they are very cheap.

You can buy 20 yuan a pound of pure domestic chicken, you want to buy bacon for 22 yuan, and you only buy ham for 30 yuan? This is all the cost price.

A writer felt that the villagers were selling it cheaply, "Fellow, you ...... the price."

The fellows were stunned, thinking that the writers thought it was expensive.

"Guest, is it expensive, then we can be cheaper, my old hen counts you as 18......"

"No, no. The writer who spoke waved his hand again and again, "It's not that we think it's too expensive, it's that we think it's too cheap, and you can't afford to lose money if you sell it like this." ”

Only then did the villagers understand, "Hey, what is cheap or not, these are our own things, chickens and ducks are raised by our own families, bacon and ham are also slaughtered by pigs and pickled, and fish are also beaten by the pond themselves, there is nothing to lose." ”

The simple villagers are very practical.

"Okay, that's all right, we'll all have it. ”

The fellows were overjoyed and happily responded, "Okay, okay, we'll take it to the kitchen for you to tidy up." ”

A group of people each carried their own things to the kitchen, and Yeguang and the others sat and waited.

It didn't take long for the aromatic dishes to be served.

They are all very simple farmhouse dishes, there are no various spices, but the advantage is that the ingredients are natural and delicious, but it makes everyone eat heartily.

A few fellows have been staying in the ancestral hall to watch the lively chat, the writers invited them to eat together several times, the villagers are particular, saying that it is for the guests, can not be served on the table to take advantage, but can not survive the repeated invitations of the writers and the temptation of food, and finally ate with everyone.

The old stubborn man was also there, and he also had a few sips of wine with a few fellow villagers who accompanied some good wine writers.

The wine is also the sorghum wine made by the villagers themselves, and the taste is mellow and not bad.

I didn't drink the glow in the night, and he basically didn't drink anything.

The dining table is a good occasion to open the topic, although the villagers are not highly educated, but they are also very good at drinking two sips on the table, and the meal is quite hot.

Some writers couldn't help but be curious, and asked why Murakami's white silk was hung on no one who died, as well as the candles on the altar and the brazier paper money on the ground.

The old stubborn man drank some wine, and the conversation box was opened, and it was not a confidential thing that could not be said, so he told the matter as it was.

"Today is Ding Yatou's death day. The old stubborn man looked sad and said, "Since the guests asked, I'll talk about it, Ding girl's name is Lilac, it turns out that a teacher from our village has been teaching the children in our village, that girl is well-behaved, sensible, and educated, and everyone in the village likes her." Speaking of which, this lilac girl is a hard-working child, and I don't know where she came from, and I didn't say anything clearly when I asked her, but I knew that it was a person from the north, and the yellow flower girl in her early twenties stayed in our village for seven years, and all the good youth was spent on these children in our village, good people. ”

The old stubborn said that there were tears in his eyes, and a few fellow villagers who accompanied the wine also looked gloomy, "It's because we can't live with people, we are in a poor and remote country, there is no place where you can go to school within a radius of ten miles, she can't bear to leave the children without anyone to teach, and it will take so many years." It's a pity, this good man doesn't take care of it, last year this girl suddenly had a serious illness, our big guy pooled money to send to the hospital, I can't find it, terminal cancer, a good girl, it's gone. ”

People are easy to be sentimental when they are old, the old stubborn said and choked old tears, "What a good child, what a good person, it's gone, it's gone, after the child is gone, we don't know where she came from, where her home is, and he can't do it to give him a letter to his family, so he was buried on the back mountain, everyone remembers her, today is her death day, so the big guys are hanging white silk on the door and window of the room, hoping that he can see it in the sky, knowing that we people are still concerned about her." ”

The writers listened to the old stubborn man choking up and telling about the lilacs, and they were also infected by his emotions, and they all looked a little sad.

Yeguang felt a little in her heart, a girl in her twenties, but she went to this small mountain village to be a teacher, stayed for seven years, and finally died in this foreign mountain village, there are really such selfless people in this world.

Dedicated his youth and his life.

The old stubborn man's words are still very simple, and he can't depict much, but a few paragraphs make Yeguang suddenly feel sincere admiration for this girl named Lilac in his heart.

"Today is the day of her death, and in the afternoon, all the men, women and children of our village will go to the mountains to see her, weed her grave, and add a handful of new soil. ”

Yeguang put down the chopsticks in his hand, he hadn't eaten too much, but he was no longer interested in eating, "Uncle, can you take me with you in the afternoon?"

The old stubborn was stunned, "You're going?"

Yeguang nodded, "Yes, I want to go too, Teacher Lilac is a good teacher, worthy of admiration, I also regret what happened to her, I couldn't see him before I died, but I also want to go and see her and put incense on her." ”

There are writers who should also respond, "I'll go, I'll go." ”

"We all want to go. ”

Many writers responded, and they also wanted to see this selfless teacher and pay their respects at her grave.

The old stubborn man did not hesitate, and immediately nodded, "Okay, good, it's natural that you are willing to go to see that girl, I believe that the lilac girl will be very happy to see so many of you great writers go to worship her in the spirit of heaven." ”

A person with a noble personality will always be admired from the bottom of his heart.