At this time, the houses in Liuwan Village were almost repaired, and every family basically settled down, whether good or crooked, and peace gradually returned to the village. Zhuanghu people have always liked two things, one is to watch a play and make a social fire, and the other is to burn incense and worship God.

Worship God, worship the gods with words, can make the confused heart get even temporary comfort, is the so-called worship of the Buddha, extinguish the sin and eternal sand.

As for watching dramas and making social fires, it was originally an entertainment thing. But the original stage and temples in the village, such as the Land Temple, the Dragon King Temple, the Guanyin Temple, the Laojun Temple, and the pagodas and temples on the mountain, were all lost in the looting of the devils, and most of the houses collapsed. For now, people can only worship in place.

It was raining this day, and in the second half of the morning, a few people were sitting and chatting in the village. Fanwa said: "Do you want to repair the second floor of this city gate tower?" Mingwa answered: "Oh, it looks like it's overhauled, the head is flat and it's good, just lay a layer of bricks." "Ah, yes, you can save it. Sheng'er also said. "What about the city wall?" "Ah, it doesn't matter for the time being. Fengwa answered.

Fanwa said again: "According to the forehead, we have to get this table first." Mingwa said: "Ah, the Japanese have surrendered, and it should be lively." "Hehe, are you going to sing?" Fengwa said. "Hey, it's called liking drama when you're born. Jiang'er said. "You like to play, everyone watch it. Sheng'er said.

"Say, just move the Laojun Temple platform to the village, anyway, it will blow up the heavy cover, yes. Mingwa said. "Where?" "That's it, tear this down, and that's all that's left anyway." "Demolished, where do we put the village department?" "The village department will be put under this temple (referring to the original Bodhisattva temple on the west bank of Chibo), and there is no Bodhisattva in it anyway. "Hey, that's not a bad idea, it's all in the village. ”

"Hey, Sheng'er, what's your big brother doing now?" "Who knows, I used to say that I was in Kenanpo, but now I don't know where it is." "General, where is your Yong'er now?" "I don't know, I followed the troops. "Oh, well, I used to listen to him so hard that I felt like that. "Haha, it's also a good thing, there is another one in the village. "Hey, hey. ”

In this way, a few people talked about it, and then they dispersed. Since then, the village has started to prepare to move the big stage of Laojun Temple to the south of the big temple square on the west bank of Chibo, that is, the original village here. As for the village department, the house of the original Bodhisattva temple was repaired and moved inside, and anyway, the big temple has been destroyed by the devils. I heard that among the money spent on the relocation of the big stage, there were Liu Family Temple and Xing Family Temple.

You also said that Mingwa's idea is really not crooked. Entering from the village gatehouse in Liuwan, an avenue leads straight to the east, and you can see the village in front of two locust trees in the distance. Behind the village is a large pond. In front of the village is a square connected to the main road. On the south side of the square, there is a large stage facing north, and the people here call it a stage.

The elderly people in the village said that the platform is close to the pond and has the effect of amplifying sound, and it is true. No, a few months later, the big stage was moved, and the village had to sing for two days, which was regarded as a warm-up for the Lunar New Year performance. At this time, there were no loudspeakers or loudspeakers, but the dialogue and singing on the stage could be heard from afar, and the timbre sounded crisper and better.

Today, Liuwan is singing, but the performance has not yet started, and several scenes on the stage are still tightly stretched; the audience is full of people, adults and children, men and women, people from other villages in the village, and there is a square.

The people who sold rock sugar gourds and jugglers walked around the crowd, doing small business. The business of selling haggis is also good, and from time to time there are old people who bring their children to eat. Sitting on the small Maza, put it on the small table, talking and laughing with hot air in the mouth, a peaceful atmosphere.

"Hey, old man, let's do a hexagram. A man in his thirties came to the hexagram stall and said to the fortune teller while unfastening the buckle on his chest and wanting to take out something. It's no wonder that this person is dressed in shabby cotton clothes, but the smock and pants are cleanly washed and neat.

After hearing this, the fortune teller wearing a melon skin hat and a black robe unhurriedly picked up the disc glasses hanging on his chest, looked at the small note handed over by the person, pinched his fingers and counted it with words, and looked at the person's expression while calculating, and then said slowly: "Well, according to your forehead, you have not been crooked in the first half of your life." ”

"What?" "Not crooked?" "Oh, you're a fool." "A blind man can see it, haha. The people around him sneered and asked rhetorically. And what about the man, he looked up at the fortune teller, but he didn't squeak.

"Hehe, don't believe it, people are not crooked in the first half of their lives. The fortune teller said calmly. "Hey, old man, are you going to count on the hell?" someone mocked from the side. "You're in a hurry, you haven't finished yet. The fortune teller said unhurriedly. The man remained silent.

"Judging from your eight characters, the first half of your life is indeed not crooked. It's just that...... It was only a few years ago that it was killed. The fortune teller said as he smiled and looked at the man's expression. "Huh?" said the people around him. But the man still didn't say anything.

"According to the forehead, it doesn't matter, in the next two years, it will be relieved. Moreover, your luck in the future will not be crooked. "Hey, I can't feel it. The man shook his head and spoke. "I don't believe it, but this is nine out of ten, hehe. "Oh. ”

"But ......", "What?" the people around him leaned over curiously. "It's just...... Hehe, forget it, I'll send you a sentence: the flowers bloom and the spring is cold, and the seeds fall thousands of miles away. The fortune teller said mysteriously to the man. "What do you mean?", "Hehe, I'll know when the time comes." "Oh, this old man is still selling Guanzi. The people around him said with a smile.

"Hey, yes, listen to his nonsense. I don't know when a stunned young man came and interrupted You'er's hexagram. "Hey, listen to the old man's words. You'er smiled and said to the young man. "Well, I don't believe it. The young man squeezed over and continued: "Hey, old man, do you know how to count?" You'er saw this posture, so he put down a few small coins and left the hexagram stall.

"This baby, it's not easy for an old man, it's a cold day, what's the matter with teasing people. A middle-aged man persuaded the young man. "If you can't do it, what are you doing with this stall?" said the fortune teller, glancing at the young man. "Hmph, the hexagram just now is 108,000 miles away. "Haha. As soon as he heard this, the people around him couldn't help laughing.

"Oops, it can't be. The fortune teller said confidently. "Oh, the sparrow is dead until May and June: the whole body is thin and the mouth is hard. The young man continued to tease. "You're talking about a fool. ”

"Not yet. Then, let's calculate the amount and see when you will get rich?" The people around laughed again. "There are times in life that must be there, and there are times when there is no time to force it. The fortune teller smiled at the young man. "Fate, if you don't have it, you still give it to others?" the young man asked rhetorically.

At this moment, a man in his fifties wearing disc tea glasses, a scarf around his neck, and a robe and horse coat came over and interjected, "Hey, you are teasing the old man." Uh, let's ask something. "Fortune or children?" said the fortune teller with a smile.

"Hehe, I don't care about wealth, and I don't care about my children. The man said slowly. "Haha. Everyone around laughed. "Then what do you ask?" "Just ask this chaotic soldier, who is the real dragon emperor." "Haha. "There's a meaning. "The people around me are happy.

"After talking for a long time, you are counting this. The fortune teller said with a smile of disdain. "Yes, Sheng'er, even if you do this, that's what makes it interesting, haha. "Hehe, what is this old man? The people around him came over to tease the fortune teller and said. "Haha, don't you have a hard mouth this time, do you?" Sheng'er sneered scornfully. "What's so hard about this? "Then you count. ”

"He wears an octagonal hat and an eight-gown coat. The fortune teller said mysteriously. "What do you mean?" "Eight coats, and an octagonal hat?" "What do you mean?" asked the people around him, puzzled. "Don't even understand this?" "Oh, you just say it." "Hehe, the secret of heaven must not be revealed. The fortune teller said with a smile. "Haha, this old man has a meaning. Sheng'er smiled and left the hexagram stall.

As soon as the words fell, the big drama on the stage started, and the fortune teller put away the hexagram stall to watch the play. Naturally, he also returned to his seat to watch the play with his family, but occasionally looked back at the fortune teller, and seemed to have something on his mind.

After watching the play, it was already the second half of the day, and everyone in the village went home for dinner, and You'er's family also dispersed with everyone. Bypassing the big photo wall, along the north bank of the pond to the east to the end, there is a big earthen gate open on the earthen wall.

Out of the earth gate, it is the big slope leading to the north ditch to the east. Walk along the slope to the north ditch for a short section, then fork out a path to the north and go to Dongping, at the end is a small chaimen, this is the child's home.

This courtyard is four or five zhang lower than the village lane, the yard is not big, and along the edge of the ditch is a circle of loess rammed walls. The kiln on the east side is only equipped with a large window but no door, and the kiln on the west side is a window and a door, and there are small holes between the two kilns to form a suite that combines the inside and outside.

It seems that this cave is some years old, the mud on the walls of the kiln is a little peeled off, and the furniture inside is very simple and very shabby.

After eating, You'er lay on the kang and couldn't fall asleep for a while, and remembered the words of the fortune teller during the day, half-believed, tossed and turned, and fell asleep after a while. In the haze, it seemed that he put on a long shirt and a top hat again, went out, called a rickshaw, and went to talk about business...... But when I woke up halfway through, I realized that it was just a dream.

Ever since he had calculated the hexagram that day, some old man felt that the village was talking about his family's past affairs, and he felt a little uneasy, and occasionally said to himself: "Alas, this is not the case, what kind of hexagram is it to calculate well?

Early the next morning, You'er opened his eyes, saw that the window paper was already bright, hurriedly put on his clothes and got off the kang, and walked to the door of the kiln, but he pushed the door but did not push it open: it turned out that there was a heavy snowfall last night, and the door was blocked by snow.

It looks like the Chinese New Year is approaching, and it still snows so heavily, which is rare in previous years.