The building of the house was stopped. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info people in the village all went to the sixth master's house to help manage Huzi's funeral. Huzi is still young, and the sixth master above is still there. According to the customs of Shaxi County, it cannot be put into the ground. I had to find a place to mound. The white-skinned coffin was brought out, and the whole village wept.

The sixth master walked in front of the funeral procession. He is the head of the village and the steward of the family. I don't know how many red and white ceremonies have been held. Today, a white-headed person sent a black-headed person. He was advised not to go, but he would not listen. His waist seemed to be bent even more, and his head seemed to be lowered to the ground. Walked in front of the coffin along the way, and did not let anyone help him. But Cheng Linghui understood that the sixth master still couldn't bear the ordeal of fate after all, and collapsed.

Huzi's daughter was still young, and she was carried and followed. Behind him is his daughter-in-law with a big belly and dressing him in linen and filial piety. This is said in Shaxi County. In Shaxi County, daughters-in-law generally do not give filial piety to their husbands. Huzi's daughter-in-law wore filial piety, indicating that she wanted to keep a festival for Huzi.

This little woman was unexpectedly strong. After crying at Cheng Linghui's house, she never cried again. However, the appearance of her holding back tears makes people feel even more sad.

After Huzi's funeral, she went to see the sixth master. I saw the sixth master sitting on the doorstep of his house. The whole person was haggard and slumped, looking very thin.

Cheng Linghui called out tentatively: "Sixth master." ”

It took a long time for the sixth master to turn his head and look at Cheng Linghui with cloudy eyes. It took a while to recognize her: "Oh, Sanhui." Come, sit. A withered, cracked hand patted the ground beside him.

Cheng Linghui sat beside him, and a breath of urine came to his nose. Her nose couldn't stop getting sour, the sixth master who had been the village chief for half her life, when had she ever been so sloppy?

"Sanhui? Something? The sixth master tilted his head sideways, and his voice was very loud.

Cheng Linghui said: "It's okay, I just miss you, come and see." ”

The sixth master didn't speak, and I don't know if he didn't hear clearly, or didn't understand. After a long time, he said: "Sanhui, you came just in time." I don't know who to give it to. As he spoke, he beckoned to his youngest son: "Bring me that crutch." ”

When the sixth master's youngest son heard this, he took out the sixth master's pair of crutches. This is not a crutch of crutches. This is the crutch of a shooting star. It is a weapon. The sixth master's housekeeping weapon. The sixth master motioned to his son to give it to Cheng Linghui.

Cheng Linghui caught it and asked, "Sixth Master, what are you doing here?" ”

The sixth master seemed to be talking to himself: "I don't have the poisonous eyes of the fifth child, I'm afraid the things left by the ancestors will be brought into the coffin." I'll give it to you. Chengjiazhuang's thing is not as good as a generation. You take it, take it, it's useless for me to keep it. ”

"How can this work?" Cheng Linghui wants to return the abduction. Chengjiazhuang's kung fu is passed on to men but not to women. Cheng Linghui's ability was taught by the fifth master. The fifth master has no descendants, he does not live in the village when he is there, and he does not enter the ancestral tomb after leaving. In fact, he was expelled from Chengjiazhuang. His teaching wisdom is quite reasonable.

The sixth master is different, the sixth master has children and grandchildren, and neither weapons nor kung fu should be passed on to Cheng Linghui.

The sixth master just shook his head: "One generation is not as good as the first generation, and the first generation is not as good as the other." "Ignore Cheng Linghui's stubble at all.

The youngest son of the sixth master said: "My father will give it to you, you can take it." Anyway, no one in our family is going to use that stuff anymore. Keeping it is also a fire. ”

He's telling the truth. Now that it is peaceful today, among the young people in Chengjiazhuang, there are very few people who still insist on learning kung fu. Even the older ones mostly wasted their efforts. Otherwise, there would not have been an incident of overturning and injuring people.

In the past, a person as young as Huzi was at the right time. Before the car could roll over, the man jumped to the side. From the beginning of Cheng Linghui's memory, the village overturned because of the difficulty of the road, and the most serious one was that the leg of the animal was broken. I've never heard of anyone in trouble.

Cheng Linghui said goodbye to the sixth master, and her heart was heavy. These things of the older generation of Chengjiazhuang are probably really inferior to the next generation.

Unconsciously walked to the main road at the door of his house, looking at the Dongling on the opposite side, Cheng Linghui's heart was also like pressing a mountain.

Building a bridge is a big project, but it can't be done with eight hundred taels of silver. Most of her silver is still pressed in the granary of Kaizhou Mansion. During the severe drought, the villagers struggled to make ends meet. It's also unrealistic to ask the people in the village to make up some of it.

Holding the sixth master's crutch in her arms, she walked down the road to Donggou, and walked headless and disorderly between Dongling and the entrance of the village.

Chang Jiwen stood at the entrance of the village and looked at her figure, and finally couldn't help but go down, took her hand and said, "Can't you talk to me once if you have a problem?" ”

Cheng Linghui was stunned.

Chang Jiwen slapped it in the palm of her hand lightly and reproached: "Why don't you have a long memory?" ”

Cheng Linghui seemed to have just understood the meaning of his words, and said tentatively: "Are you willing to help me?" ”

Chang Jiwen's face sank, raised his hand, raised it high, and seemed to be about to hit her again. Cheng Linghui's neck shrunk and she didn't hide.

Chang Jiwen's hand fell, pinched her face, and said angrily: "You have to be angry with me." ”

Cheng Linghui smiled: "Don't dare anymore." ”

The two held hands and walked back. Cheng Linghui said: "I want to build a bridge that connects things and can run carriages side by side." ”

Chang Jiwen smiled and rubbed her hair.

For the current Chengjiazhuang, there is one more urgent thing than repairing the bridge, that is, the re-election of the patriarch. A big family like Chengjiazhuang who lives together. It is very important to pay attention to the inheritance of the patriarch's successor. When the sixth master was still able to do it, he had already begun to train the next generation. It's just that the chosen successor of the younger generation is not one. It's kind of like the candidates in the elections now. When the old patriarch leaves office, one of these chosen people will be selected to take over.

There are only two candidates for the patriarch of Chengjiazhuang. One is a cousin of the same generation as the sixth master. There are many adult brothers in the sixth master's generation, one hundred and twenty or thirty. This is the last in the ranking, and it is no longer possible to call it in the order of ranking. Because of the sea character in his name, the people in the village call him Haiye. Forty-somethings. There were six brothers of the same mother. He is the third in line.

Why do you talk so much about his brothers?

In the countryside, the power of the fist can often overshadow the power of morality. The more brothers there are, the greater the strength. The influence in the village is also great.

Why is it the third child who comes out?

There is a saying in Shaxi County, great diligence, two pimples, three diaozi, and four sons.

I don't know if it's because of the water and soil in Shaxi County, this third brother is always a little weirder than other brothers. In tongues, it is a thorn in the head. If a person is a thorn in the head, of course, he will appear everywhere. This Hai Ye is no exception.

The other candidate is called Cheng Bao. Early thirties. and Cheng Linghui are a generation. He is the eldest of four brothers in the family. The people in the village called him 'Dirt Leopard'. I have also read books and practiced martial arts. It's a standout among the younger generation. He is righteous for others. Compared with Hai Ye's prickly head, the popularity is much better.

Naturally, the patriarch will open an ancestral hall, and without anyone's call, the men of the whole village will consciously go to the ancestral hall for a meeting.

If it had been before, Cheng Linghui would definitely have joined in the fun. But now that she is older after all, she feels that it is not good to go to the place where the woman is strictly forbidden to set foot in the ancestral hall. Just stay home and wait for the results.

Mother, grandmother and children all stayed in Zhuanshui City. There are only two people in the new house, she and Chang Jiwen.

Cheng Linghui lit the lamp, and counted various matters such as the stones needed to repair the bridge under the lamp. Chang Jiwen sticks to her back, and from time to time says some of his own opinions.

Suddenly, there was a 'bang' knock on the door in the front yard, and a man's voice shouted: "Sanhui, go and have a look." There is going to be a fight in the ancestral hall. ”