came to the house and talked to the three of them, and Ran'er and Qinglian realized that Grandpa Li had just met Yao Wenlin's father and son, so they made an appointment to come to Ran'er's house together. Seeing that the sisters were not there, Grandpa Li originally wanted to invite the father and son to his house for lunch, but Yao Shuangcheng was anxious to see what his son said about raising the yin acupoint, so they came to the pavilion by the pond together. Not long after they sat down, Ran'er and Qinglian returned.

Seeing that it was about to be noon, Ran'er asked Grandpa Li to accompany the Yao family father and son, and she and Qinglian began to work on lunch. Knowing that Yao Shuangcheng is here, it will definitely help her mother's affairs, and the sisters are very careful about this lunch. There are chickens, fish, and a lot of vegetables, and Qinglian specially asked Qinglian to go to the village to buy a few catties of pork, as well as shochu, snacks, etc.

After the meal, Grandpa Li drank tea, and because he was old and had to take a lunch break, he said goodbye and went back. Ran'er and Qinglian served Yao Shuangcheng to lie down in the west room for a while. Yao Wenlin let Ran'er lead him and came to the bamboo forest behind the house to take a look. Because last time, I ate Ran'er's sour bamboo shoots at noon today, and I think the taste is really good. There is a plan to acquire Ran'er's sour bamboo shoots. Ran'er is naturally willing, after all, Yangzhuang's Zhou's wine shop has been transferred to someone else, although the shopkeeper Zhou and the new shopkeeper have agreed, but Ran'er and Qinglian did not promise anything personally, if Yao Wenlin wants it, then sell it to him. The new shopkeeper of the liquor store can't say anything.

"Sister Ran'er, how many sour bamboo shoots can be pickled in this bamboo forest in a year?"

"In previous years, at the most, more than 130 jars could be pickled, each jar had about six catties, and a total of ten catties could be pickled. Last year, I discussed with Qinglian and wanted to expand the bamboo forest more, so I dug a lot less, and only pickled 90 jars, more than 50 catties. This year, there should be more of them, and they can be pickled for a hundred catties at most. ”

"It's still less, can you buy some fresh bamboo shoots from somewhere else?"

"We never planned to, so we're content."

"In this way, I am responsible for purchasing fresh bamboo shoots, Ran'er and Lian'er are responsible for pickling, and when the time comes, the price of fresh bamboo shoots will be deducted from the selling price."

"Then didn't our sisters make uncle's money for nothing?"

"We can't talk about that between us. If it weren't for Ran'er and Lian'er's sisters, Wenlin wouldn't know if there would be today. Besides, I just made some effort to buy fresh bamboo shoots, and I didn't suffer any losses, don't you have to go to the trouble of pickling the bamboo shoots that you collect? How can it be said that it is making money for nothing? ”

After the two of them finished together, they walked around the bamboo forest again, and when they came back, Yao Shuangcheng had already gotten up and was drinking tea made by Qinglian. Seeing that Ran'er was back, he motioned for the two sisters to sit beside him. Yao Shuangcheng put the teacup on the table and said to the sisters very solemnly:

"Ever since Wenlin said that there was a Yin Nourishing Cave here, I have been thinking about coming and seeing. This morning, in the pavilion, after watching carefully, Wenlin said that it was not bad. This place is indeed a rare cave for nurturing yin. Master Cao Mao has been obsessed with the study of Kanyu all his life, and he has not seen it until he is old, and he can't imagine being seen by me, which is really a blessing in his life. ”

"Grandpa Yao, we don't understand the cave of Kanyu, but Ran'er and Lian'er have always felt that their mother is by our side, and they miss their mother very much. If grandpa can do something for Ran'er and Lian'er, our sisters are willing to make cows and horses for Grandpa Yao. ”

"That's a big deal. Don't say that you have saved Wenlin, but there is no such thing, the cultivation of yin acupoints is a great attraction for everyone who is obsessed with feng shui. Since I've come across it, I'm going to do some research, and I'll do my best to do what I can. Ran'er and Lian'er just have to rest assured, just a little, don't say it to outsiders. If it is preached, the consequences are not something you can predict. ”

Ran'er and Qinglian both nodded cautiously.

"Wenlin will go back tomorrow, I'm going to stay here for a few days, and when it's over, I'll come and pick me up."

"How long is my father going to stay here? At the end of February, at the beginning of March, Wenlin would come here to deliver fresh bamboo shoots and bring back the pickled bamboo shoots made by Ran'er and Lian'er's sister. ”

"That's the best, I eat sour bamboo shoots well, and they should be sold for a good price when they are pulled to us. In that case, I'll just stay until the end of February, and I won't have to pick me up alone, just take the car that pulls the bamboo shoots back. ”

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Yao Wenlin drove away. Ran'er and Qinglian originally wanted to invite Yao Shuangcheng to live in the west room of the tiled house, in Qinglian's room. However, Yao Shuangcheng asked for a secluded room. Ran'er and Qinglian moved the wooden statue of their mother to the west room where Qinglian lived, and invited Yao Shuangcheng to live in the east room of the grass house. For the first ten days, Yao Shuangcheng didn't do anything, just went to the pavilion of the pond every day, sat quietly, and outsiders seemed to be watching the bamboo forest and pond. Ran'er and Qinglian didn't bother him, they served three meals a day carefully, and they would go to the grass house to greet Yao Shuangcheng in the morning and evening.

After the second day of February, Yao Shuangcheng asked Ran'er for ten pieces of white cloth, one foot long and half a foot wide. and a one-and-a-half-foot-long ten-finger-thick bamboo pole, and asked Ran'er and Qinglian to sew white cloth on the bamboo pole to make ten small flags. In addition, I also asked for some cinnabar, brushes, incense candles, etc.

"From the fourth day of junior high school, you two sisters don't have to go to the hut to say hello, three meals a day are reduced to two meals in the morning and evening, and they are only sent to the table in the thatched hut and hall, and you can't leave after putting them down, and you can't talk to me, let alone open the door of the east room of the thatched hut. Don't let anyone disturb me, tie the two dogs to the pavilion by the pond, and don't let them run into the yard. Remember, remember. ”

"Grandpa Yao must take care of his body, don't be tired."

Ran Er was a little worried about Yao Shuangcheng's body, after all, he was already in his sixties and almost seventy years old.

"Don't worry, I only need seven days, and by the evening of the tenth day of the first month, it will be all right."

After all the qiē were prepared according to Yao Shuangcheng's instructions, Yao Shuangcheng hid in the east room of the thatched hut from the fourth day of the second month and never showed up again. Ran Er and Qinglian just made breakfast and dinner on time and never disturbed Yao Shuangcheng in the room. At the same time, the sisters will always have one person in the grass pavilion in front of the thatched hut to prevent outsiders from disturbing Yao Shuangcheng.

The waiting time always passed very slowly, especially the sisters who had more urgent expectations for the wooden statue of their mother, and felt that the ten days passed as slowly as ten years. Finally, the tenth day of the new year has finally arrived. When they woke up in the morning, the sisters were a little apprehensive. Until the evening, after the sun set, Ran Er and Qinglian were about to cook dinner, and Yao Shuangcheng walked out of the east room of the thatched house. In ten days, Yao Shuangcheng seems to have aged a lot. The two sisters hurriedly stepped forward to help him and came to the kang between the landlords of Xinwa. Liuran'er served beside her, and Qinglian went to make dinner.

"It's all done, just wait for the middle of the day, bury the nine flags according to the direction."

Yao Shuangcheng said, took out ten small flags from his arms, and saw that many charms were drawn with cinnabar, and one side was blank.

"Go and fetch the cinnabar and brush from the thatched hut, and tell me the name of my son."

Ran'er hurriedly took cinnabar and a brush, and said to Yao Shuangcheng:

"My mother's name is Ge Wei."

Yao Shuangcheng picked up the brush, dipped it in cinnabar, wrote the word "Ge Wei", handed it to Ran'er and said:

"In the future, I will plant this flag behind the wooden statue of your mother."

At this time, Qinglian had already finished dinner, brought it into the east room, invited Yao Shuangcheng to dinner, and made tea and served it to him. After resting for a while, Yao Shuangcheng's spirits improved a lot, and with the support of the two sisters, he came to the outside of the courtyard by the moonlight in the sky. I circled around the hill under the bamboo forest, said a few places to Ran'er and Qinglian, and then came to the pond and in front of my mother's grave, and ordered a few places each. Ran Er remembers clearly, there are nine places in total.

"In the middle of the day, you two sisters will bury these nine flags in the soil according to the direction I just mentioned, about three feet deep."

Back in the courtyard, Yao Shuangcheng was still resting in the east of the thatched hut. The sisters waited until the middle of the day, Ran'er took the pickaxe, Qinglian held the small flag, and buried the nine flags in the ground according to the position Yao Shuangcheng said, and then returned to the house, washed and lay on the kang, but had no intention of sleeping.

"Sister, the nine places chosen by Grandpa Yao seem to be the nine palace orientation maps."

"Lian'er also saw it?"

"I can see it, but I don't know what the use of it is."

"Another day, ask Grandpa Yao. My sister doesn't understand either. ”

From the next day, Ran Er and Qinglian devoted themselves to the busy work of digging and pickling bamboo shoots. Yao Shuangcheng has nothing to do every day, either wandering around the bamboo forest or sitting in the pavilion by the pond. Occasionally, I will help Ran'er and Qinglian wash fresh bamboo shoots. By February 20, Yao Wenlin had collected fresh bamboo shoots from other places and sent them to Ran'er's fence yard one after another, and also sent 200 jars. The jar sent by Yao Wenlin was not a small jar like Ran'er's house, but a large jar that could only hold fifty catties of sour bamboo shoots each.

On February 26, Yao Wenlin personally pulled a cart of fresh bamboo shoots over.

"Ran'er, Lian'er, how many jars of sour bamboo shoots have you pickled?"

"There are ninety-six altars, but the date has not yet arrived."

"It doesn't matter, I'll pull it back and put it in the shop to dry."

Yao Wenlin stayed at Ran'er's house for one night, helped with a day's work, and pulled Yao Shuangcheng and ninety jars of sour bamboo shoots back to Cannes early the next morning. Before leaving, he said to Ran'er and Qinglian:

"No one wants the bamboo shoots around at all, so it's very cheap to put away, only a penny per catty. There will be a lot of fresh bamboo shoots shipped over when I turn around, and at the same time, I will also send the jar over in time. ”

"Uncle Yao, why don't you pull the bamboo shoots directly to Kangcheng and pickle them again, isn't it very troublesome to go back and forth like this?"

When Ran'er and Qinglian started, they were a little cautious, they were worried that Yao Wenlin would no longer cooperate with the sisters after learning to pickle sour bamboo shoots, so they had no such plans. Now, not only has Yao Shuang become a mother so vigorously, his heart is full of gratitude, and moreover, seeing that Yao Wenlin is also a real person, he took the initiative to mention it.