When Zheng Yang got out of the train station, he saw a relatively strong man, who was waiting at the exit early.

Zheng Yichen, his second uncle, the village chief of Dongling Village, was admitted to Peking University that year, but in the end he returned to his hometown and became a legendary figure of a small village head.

"Second uncle, why are you here. Zheng Yang said very unexpectedly.

"Your mother is not worried about you, let me pick you up. Zheng Yichen smiled faintly.

Zheng Yang nodded, and followed his second uncle home, from Lanhai City to Dongling Mountain, Qinglong Town, there was still more than an hour's drive, through the tunnel, when he walked to Dongling Village, Zheng Yang suddenly felt that the air was fresh.

On one side of the mountain road, you can see the endless sea with the sea crashing against the beach, and on the other side there are high mountains, strange rocks and green forests complement each other. This is my hometown, backed by mountains and facing the sea in the east, except for the inconvenient transportation, I can hardly find a flaw.

After a while, the car entered Dongling Village, the people in the village are very familiar with this car, but whenever there is something in any family, Zheng Yichen will drive the car to send people to the Qinglong Town, this place is the most mountain road, a total of those buses, very inconvenient.

Zheng Yichen pulled down the car window and greeted passers-by, the people in the village were very curious to look at the young man beside him, he rarely came back after he was eighteen years old, and the people in the village probably didn't remember that the fifth child of the Zheng family had such a grandson.

Passing through this village, reaching the halfway point of the mountain, eight stone houses appear in sight, the hillside road is piled with stones, the road surface is very neat, a big bell is placed at the entrance, on the hill behind the stone house, there are some ancient locust and poplar trees, between those ancient locust and poplar trees, there is also a sheep intestine path, all the way to a mountain pass.

This is his home, the car stopped, and the big bell was ringed by an old man, and two old men stood behind the old man, silently watching the slowly approaching car.

Zheng Yang smiled faintly, it was his eighth grandfather who rang the bell, every child of the Zheng family who was out of the house, when he got home, the head of the family rang the bell, signaling the alarm bell to ring for a long time, don't forget the rules of the family.

His family arose in the Ming Dynasty, doing overseas smuggling, but doing things low-key, this has lasted for so many years, if there is any outstanding figure, it is Zheng He, a member of the side branch.

Zheng Yang opened the car door, walked to the big bell, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times to the big bell, this big bell is already a little old, older than Zheng Yang's dead grandfather, Zheng Yang kowtowed to it, and did not suffer at all, this is also the rule of the family.

Kowtowed three times to the three old men again, Zheng Yang's eighth grandfather knocked on Zheng Yang's head, and after the salute, Zheng Yang stood up.

"The third master, the fourth master, the eighth master, my grandson has said hello to you. Zheng Yang bowed very respectfully.

Zheng Yang's third grandfather Zheng Mingjun, the fourth grandfather Zheng Mingqi, and the eighth grandfather Zheng Mingtang, the three of them are brothers, their own grandfather is the fifth, and their grandfather has a total of nine sons, only four have descendants, and only three are still alive now.

The second uncle Zheng Yichen is the second son of the fourth grandfather Zheng Mingqi, and the eldest son is named Zheng Yijun, who is engaged in politics all the year round and does not often go home.

Zheng Yang's third master, Zheng Mingjun, has a son, Uncle Zheng Yilei, who is a famous brewing master in Shili Bazhuang.

The eighth grandfather, Zheng Mingtang, also had a son named Zheng Yihe, but he became a monk in Dongling Temple on the top of Dongling Mountain, and cut off the affairs of the world.

Zheng Yang's eighth master said: "I have been practicing outside for so many years, and I have grown a lot. ”

Zheng Yang's eighth grandfather is a famous old Chinese medicine doctor in Shili Bazhuang, because his second uncle is a monk, and the eighth grandmother died early, so the father and mother take special care of the eighth grandfather, the home is close, always eat together, the eighth grandfather and his grandfather have the best feelings, and they love themselves the most.

"Your grandfather has been the most attentive to you since he was a child, and in the past few years, have you put down the Zheng family's fist. The third master asked with a faint smile.

The third grandfather is the eldest in the family, and he has been weak and sick since he was a child, so he was forced by the old grandfather to practice Zheng family boxing, you must know that this Zheng family boxing is inherited from Tai Chi, the most self-cultivation, and now the third grandfather is full of strength, and people in their seventies, it seems that it is no problem to live for another ten years.

"As I said, Zheng Yang kid will definitely be the most promising. Zheng Mingqi said.

His fourth grandfather, Zheng Mingqi, had fought with the chairman in the early years, went to the Korean War, participated in the Vietnam counterattack, served in Beijing in the early years, and now retired and returned to his hometown.

"The three grandfathers laughed, your grandson and I were dumped by my girlfriend, so I came back stupidly. Zheng Yang smiled faintly.

The three of them laughed when they heard Zheng Yang say this, then waved their hands, turned around and left, seeing that the three old guys were gone, Zheng Yang smiled indifferently, the fourth grandfather is very well-connected, and he must know what he has done in Wuxi over the years, it seems that these three old guys want to see if they have suffered a blow and are in a state of collapse.

Zheng family ancestral temple, located in the west of the Dongling Mountain Valley, over the Zheng family stone house behind the mountain pass to walk a section of the road, on the edge of this valley, looking to the east, there is a big lake in the distance, surrounded by mountains, the water quality is extremely clear.

In the ancestral temple, there are thirty-three tablets, all of which are the elders of the Zheng family, Zheng Yang came to the ancestral temple, worshiped the ancestors, burned incense, and walked out of the ancestral temple, standing on the waist, looking at this beautiful valley.

Looking at this not too deep valley, Zheng Yang's eyes suddenly lit up, in his mind, there was a method of farming and farming, coupled with his magical tears, why not in this valley, with this method of establishing a life, to seek some future for himself.

Thinking about it, the idea in Zheng Yang's mind gradually became clearer, and he also had plans for the future.

However, this plan still has to be discussed with his father and mother, after all, doing these things in front of the ancestral temple, if it disturbs the ancestors, it will be bad.

Moreover, the ten acres of orchards in the valley have always been the economic pillar of his family, and if he wants his father to take care of this orchard by himself, he still has to waste his tongue.

With a long sigh of relief, Zheng Yang continued to follow the mountain path towards the top of the mountain, and after a while, a small temple appeared in Zheng Yang's sight.

This small temple is extremely compact, there is a very old mountain gate at the entrance, after passing through this mountain gate, looking back, you can see the endless sea, on the top of this mountain, you can vaguely hear the call of seagulls, this small temple is the Dongling Temple.

Entering this small temple, Zheng Yang saw a monk with a broken arm, sitting next to the stone table, holding an ancient book, looking at the book, there was a tea set on the stone table, the tea in the teacup was still steaming, and the courtyard was full of dead leaves, which had accumulated a thick layer.

This monk is his second uncle Zheng Yihe, the son of his eighth grandfather Zheng Mingtang, who broke off the affairs of the world in the early years and became a monk in this temple, with the law name Mingjue.

"Master Mingjue, my nephew has come to see you. Zheng Yang said very respectfully.

Monk Mingjue was happy to see it, and when he heard the familiar voice, he put down the book, saw that it was Zheng Yang, smiled faintly, and said: "I still felt uneasy some time ago, it turned out that you kid came back." ”

Zheng Yang smiled faintly and sat down at this stone table, the family didn't know why, they didn't want to follow Monk Mingjue, but Zheng Yang was following Monk Mingjue since he was a child, he liked the collection of ancient texts very much, and he studied Chinese language and literature in college and was also influenced by Monk Mingjue.

Don't look at him now that he is a monk and a monk, his third master once said that this enlightened Zheng Jiaquan has reached the point of perfection, and he was a warrior monk in Shaomu Mountain in the early years, and he absorbed a lot of the essence of Shaolin martial arts.

"Master Mingjue, it's time to sweep the dead leaves in your yard. Zheng Yang smiled faintly.

Monk Mingjue smiled silently and said: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform. ”

Zheng Yang pursed his lips, the only shortcoming of his master is that he likes to play Zen and pretends to be a virtuous monk.

After chatting with Monk Mingjue for a while, Zheng Yang went down the mountain and returned to the valley, Zheng Yang glanced at this familiar valley again, and his heart was silent.

The little life I have been longing for may be realized one by one in this secluded valley.

Thinking about it, Zheng Yang turned over the hill, saw that the light was on in his house, and smiled faintly, his mother had already returned.

Entering the house, Zheng Yang saw that his mother was eating in the kitchen, and his mother's hair was much grayer, which made Zheng Yang look at it, and his heart ached.

Zheng Yang clenched his fists tightly, he was already so big, it was time to pick up the burden of this family.

"Xiaoyang, are you back, have you gone to see Monk Mingjue?" Zheng Yang's mother smiled faintly, her smile was always so warm, maybe her father was able to fall in love with her mother, because of her mother's smile.

Zheng Yang smiled and stepped forward to hug his mother, who pushed Zheng Yang away with a smile and said, "Don't let the oil stains splash on your body." ”

A simple farmhouse meal, after a while, my father also came back, smelled the fragrance, and said with a smile: "Mu He has made my favorite potato box again, not bad." ”

Zhao Muhe looked at Zheng Yang's father and said with a smile: "Your father and son both like this food, if I don't have this skill, how can I do it." ”

Zheng Yang's father smiled faintly, and then saw that Zheng Yang was busy helping his mother serve the food, and said with a smile: "Boy, when do you plan to leave when you go home this time?"

Hearing what his father said, Zheng Yang smiled faintly and said, "Dad, when I come back this time, I don't plan to leave." ”

Zhao Muhe was a little surprised when he heard his son like this, and then glanced at Zheng Yang, he had suffered a lot outside over the years.

"Then what are you going to do?" asked Zheng Yang's mother a little worriedly.

Zheng Yang smiled faintly and said, "Let's talk about it after eating." ”

Hearing Zheng Yang say this, Zheng Yang's father smiled faintly, it seems that his son also has new plans for his future.

At the dinner table, Zheng Yang and Zheng Mingtang ate a lot of potato boxes, and drank two glasses of uncle's home-brewed wine, and the father couldn't wait.

"Well, what's the plan. Daddy asked.

"Farming. Zheng Yang said.

Hearing Zheng Yang say this, Zheng Yang's father and mother looked at Zheng Yang with some surprise.

Father Zheng Yang said: "Boy, this is really your plan, do you plan to farm?"

Zheng Yang smiled faintly, he had gone out to study for so many years, but now he was going home to farm, which made his father unacceptable for a while.

"It's a good way out to go to the medical hall in that town and learn from your eighth master for a few years, so why bother doing this work. Zheng Yang's mother said.

The eighth grandfather has a Mingtang medical hall in the town, relying on Zheng Mingtang's medical skills, his reputation in this town is still very loud, and Zheng Yang's mother also helps in the medical hall.

Father Zheng Yang took a sip of wine and said with a faint smile: "The child has his own ideas, three hundred and sixty lines, and he may be able to come up with some different tricks." ”

Zheng Yang picked up the wine glass and touched the glass with his father, who smiled and said, "Boy, where are you going to farm?"

"Isn't there still ten acres of land before the orchard, and the wasteland in front of the ancestral temple, which is enough for me to toss. Zheng Yang said.

Hearing Zheng Yang say this, Dad nodded and said: "That is originally our family's industry, you have the heart to do things, and the family supports you, so naturally it will help you, so you can toss it." ”

"I'm going to find your second uncle tomorrow, he is the head of our village, so he can naturally give you ideas. Father Zheng Yang smiled.

This book originated from reading books