"Accountant Liu" took office with great reluctance, and Yang Guiying was the most cheering. The great Fushun is now the "Zhiduoxing" Wu Yong mentioned in the commentary, the number two person on the dock, and the staff division of Boss Liu. The "Bangbang" and "Memorizers" are inseparable from him, even though his main job is to settle accounts with the boss of the dock and distribute them to everyone, including Yang Guiying.

"Scar Liu" looked at Fu Shun, although his work was in good order and there was no chaos, he couldn't see that he was happy at all, and he didn't even talk to him at night. "Scar" pondered for a long time, he didn't want to be a godson, that was because he was still thinking about his father; If he doesn't want to go to the academy to study, maybe he is afraid that people will laugh at him as a "monk who is a monk halfway", and these two problems will always be solved with the development of time! But "Scar Liu" scratched his almost bald head, and he didn't understand how this poor doll from the countryside could not like this easy and lucrative way of living? He doesn't like to work hard to make a little money, right?

This "Scar Liu", formerly known as Liu Yonghan, really likes Fushun, flows with the blood of intellectuals, with the unique complex of that generation, longs for children and grandchildren, and also hopes to have the opportunity to pay for the impulses of his youth. From the first time he saw Fushun, he was sure that this was God's compensation for him. Liu Yonghan, who used to be gentle and elegant, was willing to degenerate because of the times, he always thought that he was so muddy, dressed in tatters all day long, and swearing in his mouth for a lifetime, but he didn't expect this qiē to change because of a child. The string of keys that he wanted to throw into the river suddenly looked like a treasure—winter was coming, and he suddenly wanted to have a decent home—not the leaky hole under the bridge, nor the worn-out wooden bed in the small room by the warehouse.

"Shun'er, you haven't talked to your uncle for many days?" Liu Yonghan squatted down and looked at Fushun like a child, trying to break the embarrassing ice.

Fu Shun pounded his broken stones, built them and then pushed them down, almost hitting his uncle's feet. "Scar Liu" took a step back, but he was not angry at all, picked up a stone, and said with a smile: "These precious stones are closer than your uncle?" People are panning for gold in the sand and sand, you are comfortable, and every rotten stone by the river is gold! ”

Fu Shun didn't know how to talk to this "enemy" who had been so kind to him, and he was now a bull's nose rope, tying himself tightly to this dock. Could it be that one day he will become the old scalper of Yang Laosi's family? Even if the rope is untied, it will not leave the bullpen for half a step. But you can't keep talking like this, it really Boss Liu, and I don't know what the end will be.

"Uncle, have I made a mistake in the past few days, right?"

Ha, Shun'er, who cherishes words like gold, finally spoke. "That's right, it's good, it's not wrong to get a penny, it's good, there are more and more ships on this dock, and there are more and more people coming to be 'bangbang', and now I'm going to integrate these people......" Liu Yonghan's eyebrows fluttered and gushed. Unexpectedly, in exchange for a simple reply of Fushun's "oh".

"Shun'er, have you ever been on a boat?" Liu Yonghan simply changed the subject.

"I've been in a small boat -- a fishing boat. I've never been on a boat as big as the river! ”

"Tomorrow I will take you to take a boat, go downstream to play a ha, now this boat, can really 'a thousand miles of Jiangling in one day'! Let's visit Qu Yuan's mausoleum and take a look at the scenic spot of 'Tianmen interrupted Chu River opening', hey, it's just a pity that there is no more indescribable desolate beauty on this river'...... "Uncle said a little forgetful, almost talking to himself!

"Okay, thank you, uncle!" For the first time in several days, "Scar Liu" made the child happily accept his arrangement, and also said a heartfelt "thank you"!

Early the next morning, Fushun boarded the long-awaited passenger ferry, and the captain exchanged a few words with Boss Liu like an old acquaintance. Fushun stood at the bow of the boat and watched the winding river turn around at the wharf - this city was born because of the river; This river lives because of the city. As the ship's horn roared, the big ship sailed out of the dock, and the white waves of the propeller tumbling stirred Fushun's heart, an irrepressible apprehension, until Liu Yonghan's big hand was placed on his shoulder, which was relieved, and then turned into an indescribable pride. The speed of the boat accelerated, and the mountain city seen on the river in the early morning was like a beautiful girl seeing her husband go away with tears in her eyes, and she was looking forward to the return of her lover. The uncle introduced the scenic spots and historic sites of the mountain city and the customs of the riverbank. Sometimes it is the ruins of the national capital of the Warring States, and sometimes it is the criminal concentration camp of the Republic of China; Sometimes it is the Tujia who perform the mysterious Wutang opera, and sometimes it is the Miao who can sing and dance; Sometimes it's the yellow orange on the south bank, and sometimes it's the maple leaves on the north bank...... The dizzying children received the baptism with great excitement, and had long forgotten the unhappiness of the recent days. After enjoying the beautiful scenery on the river, "Scar Liu" took Fu Shun to board a sacred land, Fu Shun learned from his uncle to worship the Chu doctor devoutly, listened to the wailing of Zigui birds, and boarded the returning passenger ship in the evening of "a remnant sun paving the water".

Gui Ying's pride did not increase because Fu Shun boarded the big ship, but was a little annoyed with inferiority. She thought that this "second-in-command" would allow her to get out of the sea of suffering, at least without having a sore back every day. But this well-dressed "Accountant Liu" is amazing, just like forgetting her, he came out every day to order the goods and collect the money and went back, and he didn't come out once until the next cargo ship arrived. Pulling a bitter gourd face all day long, pouring the pile of broken stones, do you really think you are the son of Boss Liu? －－－－－－－－－

For Fushun's letter to reach distant Yangjiawan, it needs to be postmarked with at least eight times. Before receiving the long-awaited letter, Shufen's family was cheering for Shufang to give birth to a little doll.

On the day Shufen was discharged from the hospital, after Guoqiang sent his wife and children home safely, he solemnly visited his father-in-law with his daughter's birthday - asking his grandfather to give the eldest granddaughter a satisfactory name. Yang Zegui took the "Old Yellow Calendar" and pondered it carefully for several nights, from the five elements to the zodiac, from the place of birth to the ancestral hometown, all of which were carefully scrutinized, and then wrote on the brief family tree he excerpted and compiled with a brush: "Yang's Zegui under Yantai Mountain, there is the eldest daughter Shufang who was born on August 13, the Year of the Rooster, and the surname Xie is divided into 'Hai', and the name is Xie Haitang." ”

Shufang was hospitalized for surgery, and the custom of "playing three mornings" three days after the birth of the child became nine days after the birth of the baby. Shufang enjoyed the preferential treatment of the mother and son at home, looking at the cute little begonias, waiting for the arrival of her mother's family.

The virtuous Mother Yang had already prepared a piece of clothing for this little grandson when it was hot in the summer: the cloth and cotton that she had pulled from the stone bridge had been made into beautiful little clothes by a tailor, two thin ones and four thick ones; The rest of the fabric was made into four well-behaved little hats by Shufen, and after returning from the hospital, a few small begonias were embroidered on the front of the hats; Shufenniang used her own soles, small cotton shoes made of cotton and red cloth; With the only eight catties of glutinous rice at home, a large jar of mash was steamed.

Xiao Shufei happily fed the old hens every day, and after hearing the "clucking" sound every day when she came back from school, she went into the chicken coop under the stone mill to pick up a few eggs, and she was never willing to sell them since the summer solstice. Shufei counted every day, two, four...... At last it was two hundred. The mother said that when the eldest sister reached two hundred, she would give birth to a little nephew, and the two old hens would have to be sent to the eldest sister's house together.

The aunts learned the time of "playing three mornings", and the "women's army" who were the same as the meeting also set off from the fourth sister-in-law's house to Xiejiaba.

Mist shrouded Yangjiawan, which had begun to be busy, and the corn replanted in the dry land after the disaster was ready for harvest, with gray beards hanging from the low poles. The autumn cicadas still hide in the bushes, tirelessly emitting "will die of heat...... will die of heat......" sound. In the bamboo forest in front of the door, the summer bamboo shoots rising from the ground have risen above the roof, and the collapsed bamboo forest has begun to flourish because of these new life. The row of cypress trees transplanted by Shufen from the top of Yantai Mountain, bidding farewell to the shyness of the high mountains, grew happily on the edge of the field!

They were busy, carrying gifts from Dao He with boxes and backpacks woven by Yang Zegui. The aunts put the eggs brought by each family into a basket and protected them with straw; Then put the mash, wine, meat, noodles and rice, and put the two old hens in a bamboo basket, although Shufei was a little reluctant, but the thought of seeing the lovely little niece was relieved; They then put the clothes, shoes, hats and small quilts of the little begonia into the carrying box - the H-shaped bamboo basket connected by the bamboo pole, and everyone walked towards the courtyard of the Xie family with cheerful steps and singing pleasant mountain songs!

When they arrived at Xie's house, the Shufei sisters didn't care about drinking a sip of hot mash boiled egg soup, and went straight to the eldest sister's house, competing to hug the cute little begonia. This little girl, who couldn't open his eyes ten days ago, is already looking at the two aunts with small eyes, and his little white and red face is as white and tender as a freshly boiled egg.

The aunts had lunch and went home after a while of small talk, leaving Shufen's family to spend the night at Xie's house. Xiao Shufei stared intently at Xiao Haitang from noon to night, imagining her little appearance as a baby, until her mother dragged her to the empty bed of Guoqiang's uncle's house to sleep.

Shufen looked at her pale sister, and her heart was endlessly sour, this sister who was only seventeen years old should have enjoyed the splendid flowery years, but she was already a mother of a child. Needless to say, the happiness of a mother is so short-lived, and she has to pay more often as a mother and a wife, to bear the torment of these hard rural years.

The eldest sister almost burst into tears and said, "Dr. He sued me because of this dystocia and cesarean section, I may not be able to have children in the future......"