At the entrance of the village is a gray-blue stone archway, with four big characters on it, "Strange Festival", and about the praise of a woman named Xiugu. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Under the erosion of wind and rain, it needs to be repaired.

The second uncle stood under this archway: "Originally, the ten white marble arches in the village were destroyed, and this one remained. ”

The second uncle said a little stunned, a little sad, and a little locked in the past years.

"Before, I asked Su Zhu to apply for a repair grant from the town, and those people didn't see Su Zhu and kicked Su Zhu out."

Su Zhu is the grandson of Su Yaoshen and the current village chief of Su Xing Village.

In fact, this village chief was self-appointed by the Su clan, because the villagers here did not recognize the village party secretary sent by the town.

Suxing Village is a village with relatively complete preservation of ancient buildings and houses in southern Anhui.

As long as it is developed into a tourist village, the municipal construction is no worse than that of the provincial capital.

However, the Su clan is more stubborn under the leadership of the clan elders, and the management here is still the surname clan system that has existed since ancient times.

The people sent by them were all driven away by the Su villagers.

The city knew the relationship between the Su family in the capital and here, so they didn't dare to push it too hard, and came to do ideological work every once in a while.

Su Yaosheng was silent, knowing that this was Su Yaoshen pouring bitterness on him.

Qiye whispered in Su Yun's ear: "This kind of archway that has forced a woman to death, what's the pity, if it's broken, it's broken, what to do with it." ”

"No wonder the town doesn't give them funds, modernization, although it is not like before to make such a rude move of destroying the feudal archway everywhere.

However, this kind of ideological legacy is still not advocated.

I look at your uncle, this is a hint that your grandfather is handing over a message to the people below. ”

Seeing that Su Yaosheng didn't talk, Su Yaoshen also knew that the so-called clansmen in the village were no longer as a clan as they were in ancient times to provide strong clan support to the clansmen who were officials in the court.

Now it's just thinking about the old feelings.

The city's plan for Su Xing Village, he knew that without Su Yaosheng's words, those people would have done it a long time ago.

"This is the place left by the ancestors, a pure land, a peaceful village in this mundane world, an elegant and infiltrated village.

How could I watch those men carve a messy look into her face with a clumsy carving knife.

Watching her be shuttled through the village as if she were watching a circus by those holding the little red flag and wearing the little red riding hood. ”

Su Yaosheng understood his feelings for the village that had always remained the way it used to be.

"Second brother, I understand what you said.

But you should also know that the times are advancing, and Su Xingcun can't keep it like this forever.

Even if it can barely survive now.

You can look at the clansmen of the current bamboo generation, but how many of them secretly left their hometowns and did not come back?

Have you counted?

When it comes to the next Wang Yu's next generation, you probably won't be able to watch it anymore.

I'm already running out of energy right now."

"The city's planning can make the lives of the villagers in Suxing Village better, and it can also make their ancestral homes better repaired, which is good for everyone."

Every time he returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors, Su Yaoshen would always mention this matter to him.

Su Yaosheng didn't speak because he knew that Su Yaoshen's approach was to be self-contained and want to go to the past.

However, that is not possible.

All practices that hinder the development of the times will eventually be abandoned by the wheel of history.

Su Yaoshen's face became unpleasant.

After a while, he put away his face and said with a smile: "Don't talk about this, this time you came back to give your granddaughter a genealogy and worship the ancestral hall."

This also shows that you have never forgotten your ancestors, knowing this, the second brother will rest assured, one day you will always pity the village left by the ancestors. ”

Hearing his words, Su Yaosheng smiled bitterly in his heart.

He used to be raised in his own family by the private school of ancient times, and the essence of respecting and worshiping his ancestors was engraved in his blood.

It's just that after he went out, he saw the changes in the world and the pace of the times, he changed, but the village that gave birth to him and raised him is still locked in the past.

It's just that it can lock the village, but it can't lock the hearts of the juniors in the outside world.

From the years that there have been juniors who have entered Beijing and asked to see him.

Su Xingcun has been able to maintain until now, how can he not take care of it.

Otherwise, Su Yaoshen thought that if he handed over a few words, would those junior clansmen listen to him, the former patriarch, so obediently?

In order to do this, Su Yaosheng has posted money to his family over the years to maintain the lives of some clansmen.

Because of the lock of Su Xing Village, the income of this village is meager.

Even when Su Yaoshen promoted private school education in the village, no one wanted to go.

And these are all for money.

"Second brother, times have changed, we can only accept him."

Su Yaosheng said this, and saw Su Yaoshen knocking the cane on the ground and making a sound.

"I thought my grandfather and your grandfather were stubborn enough, and I didn't think that I would be here."

"What does this old man want to do, does he want the whole village to follow him back to the old days when he ploughed the fields and read the books of sages?

Who will raise so many villagers, can't he think of it? ”

"The old man always has the stubbornness and sadness of the old man".

Su Yun said considerately.

was sneered at by Qiye: "If he is sad himself, he will hurt himself, so what is it to force everyone to follow him to be sad and nostalgic." ”

"Isn't it true that other people have a way of living that other people have thought of?"

"You know," Su Yun glared at him.

"Hey, you're talking about brother, just play a scoundrel, aren't you?"

"Okay, you're right, you're a grandmother, do you not".

Seeing that Su Yun's big eyes glaring at him began to sparkle again, Qiye hurriedly admitted defeat.

The road tiles in Xingcun are different from those in Jiangnan in that they are trivial, not the kind of bluestone that is whole strips, but small square bricks.

But it's the same smooth with an oily glow.

Su Yun walked here and saw that there were many people around him with green wooden doors and iron door knockers, and red lanterns hanging under the eaves of the white walls.

Except for their group, it seemed very quiet.

It makes this village with green apricot smoke look cold on a winter night.

"Why is your ancestral hometown so much like the place in a domestic movie where you shoot a thriller inn in a deserted village?"

"If you don't speak, I know you're not dumb".

Su Yun and Qiye's daily life is mostly quarreling now, and then, if Su Yun wants to show that kind of particularly sad look, Qiye will immediately admit it.

"Brother is not dumb in the first place, have you ever seen such a handsome mute?"

"I saw your uncle just now, and his expression was like he was going to take the seventh master and me to his house to be his grandson-in-law, so enthusiastic.

But it depends on whether his granddaughter looks good or not, whether she is good-looking, I won't be tempted by the seventh master. (To be continued.) )