Chapter 7 Longshan Chen Village

Chen Weizheng's hometown, Qingshan County, about 200 kilometers south of the provincial capital of Pingnan and 50 kilometers from Guyi City, is a valley between the mountains, with the Longshan Mountains on one side and the Qingshan Mountains on the other. The secondary highway from Pingnan to Qingshan County passes through Longshan Township, passing through the foot of Longshan Mountain, there is a three-way intersection under a huge longan tree, and Chen Weizheng got off here.

The road leading to the hometown is not smaller than the county road, and it is a well-paved cement pavement, which is the result of the county's village-to-village project in the past two years. After walking the old dirt road for dozens or hundreds of years, once it became a broad road, as long as people with a conscience will sincerely thank the political axe and the policy.

The county road is built along a small river, you have to cross this small river to go to Chen Village, there is a bridge on the small river, a stone arch bridge built during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty, the appearance is very similar to the Zhaozhou Bridge in the picture, but it is not as old as the bridge, so famous. The structure of the stone bridge is also very similar to that of Zhaozhou Bridge, the long stones are artificially chiseled into a deed shape, the top is large and the bottom is small, the strips are squeezed together, and the more pressed, the more solid. The bridge deck is about four meters wide, and the large bluestone bridge deck is flat and smooth. The bridge is not allowed to pass through the car, in the upstream of the bridge less than ten meters, there is a rolling dam, the dam surface is the road for trucks to pass, the water overflows from the dam surface, forming a small artificial waterfall below, under the waterfall, is the best water paradise for children in summer.

Chen Weizheng walked onto the bridge, his eyes still stayed in the waterfall, as if he recalled the scene of playing under the waterfall in his childhood, and his pace couldn't help but slow down.

"Wei Zheng!" Someone called, Chen Weizheng hurriedly pulled his thoughts back from the waterfall, looked up, and greeted him with a man about thirty years old, very tall, very strong, under a thick short hair is a pair of small eyes, a lion nose and a wide mouth, short jaw bearded. Underneath a camouflage T-shirt is a pair of dark green old trousers, and on the feet are a pair of plastic sandals.

Chen Weizheng knew him as the grandson of the third grandfather's family, named Chen Weilai, who served as a soldier for several years and returned to his hometown to farm. The village saw that he had been a soldier, so they made him the village's security director.

"Velego". Chen Weizheng hurriedly said hello, took out a bag of Hongtashan from his pocket, and sent one out.

The people in Chen Village are all surnamed Chen, except for those who are married and those who are upside down. It is said that at the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the Qing soldiers entered the customs, enclosed the land to kill the Han people, and the ancestors of the Chen family, who were originally from Taidong, moved their families south, came here, intermarried with the locals, and slowly multiplied the branch of Chen Village.

Now the oldest generation in Chen Village is the generation of Chuanzi, that is, Chen Weizheng's grandfather, Chen Weizheng's grandfather Chen Chuanxi ranks fifteenth, which belongs to the relatively backward. Chen Weilai's grandfather is the third in line, has been dead for many years, and is Chen Chuanxi's brother, strictly speaking, Chen Weizheng and Chen Weilai no longer have too many blood relatives, but they are just of the same clan.

"It's back!" Chen Weilai took the cigarette, took out a two-yuan windproof lighter and lit the fire, and after turning off the fire, he subconsciously swung it to try to extinguish the non-existent flame in the fire.

"I'm back." Chen Weizheng didn't know him very well, and he hadn't been in contact with him for many years, and he didn't know how to respond to him.

"This is the fifteenth master?" Chen Weilai pointed to the square box hanging from the baggage around Chen Weizheng's neck.

"Yes, it's my grandfather," Chen Weizheng lowered his head. Thinking in his heart, if the other party salutes the old man, what should he do.

"Wei Zheng, do you know a rule?" When Chen Weizheng heard that the other party did not mean to salute the old man, but asked himself if he understood the rules, he couldn't help but be curious, and looked at the other party with bright eyes.

"What rules?"

"Lonely souls and wild ghosts who die outside are not allowed to enter the village, and your grandfather's urn is not allowed to be brought in," Chen Weilai pointed to the urn with his finger again and said, "Oh! Chen Weizheng really didn't think of this, he just wanted to go back to the village along the way, and with the help of relatives, things should be very simple. Who knows, the hope has not yet reached the entrance of the village, it will be a slap in the face!

"Is it your personal idea or the opinion of the whole village not to let you into the village?" Chen Weizheng's heart was a little angry, and he asked in a low voice.

"It's my idea, and it's also the rule of the village," Chen Weilai was very serious and serious.

"Oh, got it," Chen Weizheng did not argue. Turning around and walking back, he came to the three-way intersection, and saw that there was a motorcycle in the carrying, Chen Weizheng knew that it was not appropriate to hang the urn on his chest again, so he took out a backpack from the space, put the box in the backpack, put a few clothes to make the backpack very plump, and took the motorcycle to the county seat.

The county seat is very close, ten kilometers, and the motorcycle stopped in less than twenty minutes in front of a wreath shop.

Chen Weizheng knew that when he was in high school, this store was opened by a fellow student surnamed Zhang, and he didn't know if he had changed the boss, so he asked very carefully: "Is Boss Zhang here?" ”

"In!" In the affirmative, as the words fell, a man of about forty years old turned out from behind the wreath. Chen Weizheng recognized at a glance that this was the father of his classmate, this is a person with a good reputation, nicknamed Bai Shi Zhang, the main business is to help people do white things, blow and send funerals, eat, drink and worship one-stop service, usually make some wreaths, sell some incense and candles, I heard that his father can also help people see the time of the Yin House, to his generation, I have never heard of this aspect again.

"Boss Zhang has something to ask for help" Chen Weizheng did not go to the close of his classmates, but directly talked about business.

"You say" Boss Zhang is an old Jianghu, as soon as he raised his hand, a Hongta Mountain was handed over.

"I'm from Chen Village, Longshan, and my surname is Chen." Chen Weizheng hurriedly introduced himself.

"Hehe, the surname of Longshan Chen Village is Chen, where are you?" Boss Zhang is probably very familiar with the upper and lower dozens of miles.

"My grandfather is fifteen Chen Chuanxi. My name is Chen Weizheng."

"I know you, your father's name is Chen Baoguo, a martyr who saved people from the Guling mudslide in the fifth year, my father's major affairs were handled by me, you are my classmate, aren't you?" Boss Zhang doesn't know whether it's too good to remember his surname or too bad business, but he still remembers the events of seven or eight years ago so clearly.

"Yes." Chen Weizheng replied: "Dechun is okay, I haven't seen him for more than four years, what are you doing now?" ”

"Working in Pengcheng, I got a wife last year, and I came back for the New Year as a family of three, what about you, Xiao Chen?" Boss Zhang is very proud.

"I've been reading" Chen Weizheng didn't want to talk about this anymore and changed the subject.

"When did Uncle Fifteen live?"

"Last year."

"Last year?"

"How's it going?"

"In Nancheng, he went to see me, he was unaccustomed to the water and soil, sick, and couldn't be saved, so he passed."

"Why are you doing things now?"

"At that time, I was cremated over there, I was studying, and I couldn't come back, and now that I'm done reading, I came back to do errands."

Boss Zhang asked, while taking out a record book, what was written on it, it was estimated to be first-hand information, it seemed that this was a serious person.

"What do you want to do?"

"If the people in the village are not allowed to enter the village, they don't plan to do a big deal. Anyway, the burial place has been set a long time ago, right next to my milk. Tomorrow, ask a few Soviets to pull hundreds of bricks, cement mortar, and build them, and in a few days the stele will be engraved, and then the stele will be installed and fired. Chen Weizheng said it very simply. The Soviets are the name given to the peasant day laborers by the locals, and there is no political overtone, and it is not known when it became popular.

"Don't you want help from the villagers?" Boss Zhang felt that this approach was a bit different and didn't quite understand it.

"Don't, since you won't be allowed to enter the village, you won't trouble them anymore."

"Okay. So what do you want me to do? ”

"Hire people, workmanship, buy materials, incense and candles. Bricklaying, soil filling, inscription, a dragon. I'll just pay."

"Hehe" Boss Zhang saw that Chen Weizheng said very simply, so he asked, "The people in the village don't know how to ask for it, right?" ”

"Come to worship and welcome, and invite him to accompany the funeral when you come to make trouble." Chen Weizheng put it more simply. It seems that not letting him into the village is a lot of excitement for him.

"Hehe, it's not that scary, you don't have to inform the rest of the family?"

"No need, my father is only my father's son, my father is also my son, last year my father was outdated, only Uncle Baoqing, who worked in Nancheng, went to a place, and there was no one else in the village, so I don't care what others think." Recalling the scene when his grandfather passed away last year, Chen Weizheng couldn't help but feel sour again. Grandpa was completely angry when he saw the way he was at that time. Chen Weizheng didn't feel a pang in his heart.

"Okay, the cost is settled according to the actual settlement." Boss Zhang is also very refreshing.

"I'll pay two thousand yuan for materials first, Uncle Zhang, you go to prepare, I'll stay in the hydropower hotel opposite, and we'll go down together tomorrow." After Chen Weizheng finished speaking, he took out twenty yuan, handed it to Boss Zhang, and turned around and walked towards the hydropower hotel.

Boss Zhang looked at the back of the leaving, took a thin stack of RMB and patted his palms gently, always feeling that something was wrong. This Xiao Chen paid the money quite happily, two thousand yuan is not a matter of course, there should be money. The problem is that this little guy has a lot of opinions about the people in the village, and if there is any conflict with the people in the village tomorrow, he will delay the matter! Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone, found the mobile phone of Chen Baoliang, director of the village committee of Chen Village, Longshan, and called it.

Soon, the call went through.

The person who answered the phone was Chen Baoliang himself, he was very familiar with Boss Zhang, and he often bragged and farted together. "Bai Shizhang, what's the good thing to call at this time?"

"Brother Baoliang, I have something I want to ask you, the patriarch of your Longshan Chen Village is still the old man of your family."

"yes!"

"Is the fifteenth master Chen Chuanxi close to you?"

"Near. The fifteenth uncle and my old son are brothers, and they share grandparents. ”

"Then he passed away in Nancheng last year, and none of you went?"

"No, the sky is so far away, how can there be so much money to go, so I set up a spirit card in the ancestral hall, and asked someone to summon the soul, he has no descendants, and only one grandson is still crazy."

"Crazy?" Boss Zhang was surprised, "No, his grandson was still with me just now, it's normal!" ”

"Where are you? What to do there"

"Send his grandfather back to the ground."

"Into the ground? If you don't go back to the village, what are you doing there, it's a bit crazy! ”

"He returned to the village, and the people of your village did not allow him to bring the urn into the village."

"How can there be such a thing? If you are not allowed to enter the village, what should you do about the funeral, how to enter the ancestral hall, nonsense! There are rules that are not allowed to enter the house, for fear of bringing something wrong to the family, you know this rule! When Chen Baoliang heard this, he was also angry.

"Maybe someone is bullying the younger family and is ignorant, or they want to knock on some benefits!" Boss Zhang figured it out and said what he wanted to say, "Then it is estimated that there will be people who will make trouble when they go to the burial mountain tomorrow, you better tell them not to make trouble, listen to Weizheng today, who dares to make trouble tomorrow, and directly kill and accompany the funeral." If it is true that Wei Zheng said that he was once epileptic and has a history of mental illness, then he was really beaten to death in vain. Even if no one is going to do something, this time the people in your village are blocking the road and not allowing them to enter the village, and they don't help with the work, it is estimated that after this is done, their branch will be cut off from you, and it is best to discuss this matter with the patriarch and uncle to see what to do. ”

After Chen Baoliang made this call, he couldn't cry or laugh a little, the fifteenth uncle had already turned a page in Chen Village, and his only surviving grandson heard Chen Baoqing, who came back from the New Year, say that it was completely useless, and he would only smile at people all day long, and he would not say a word. Who knew that only half a year had passed, and when people were well, they would return to their hometowns to bury their ancestors.

I don't know which guy is bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, blocking people outside the village and not letting them into the village, which is indeed a bit too much, offending people a lot, find out this first, scold a meal. If you really provoke that neuropathy, it will be troublesome to initiate a nerve to kill one or two, or to injure one or two.

As for severing the relationship, it doesn't matter, the fifteenth uncle is quite thin, and the only one left is still a mental illness, and it is estimated that this branch will come to an end.

The popularity of the fifteenth uncle has always been very good, and he passed away in Nancheng last year because he couldn't go far away, but it is estimated that there are still many people who come to help in the village burial mountain. If the clan does not pay attention, it will be gossiped.

Thinking of this, I walked out of the village office and went home to find my old father first to discuss what to do tomorrow.

The village office is located at the head of Chen Village, is a corner of the Chen ancestral hall, equivalent to the position of the gatehouse, outside the main gate of the ancestral hall is the feng shui pool of Chen Village, a large pond of almost two acres, the right head of the big pond, there is a thousand-year-old camphor tree, the canopy is very large, not only covers one-third of the fish pond, but also covers a big square on the other side, this square is the natural leisure square of Chen Village people, in the summer night, the moonlight is sprinkled from the cracks of the camphor tree, mottled, the noise of children and the cigarettes of the elderly, Coupled with the unbridled laughter of a large number of women of childbearing age, it constitutes the vitality of life in this square. The village does big things, and this square is of course a conference hall and restaurant. The square has been extended, extending to the innermost wall of the ancestral hall, which is square and has the size of three acres. A few years ago, I didn't know if it was the children of that family who got a football back, and it became a football field for the children of Chen Village. The people of Chen Village built houses and grew vegetables, but they never dared to occupy this land, not even to pile up building materials. The ancestral hall, ponds, old trees, and squares are very sacred in the eyes of the Chen family.

In the past few years, Chen Baoliang used the money of the public to cast some small cement piers, pulled on the iron chain, and made a fence, and also made some cement tables and stools in the fence for people to rest. This initiative is very popular, especially the older generation, every day in the big banyan tree by the big banyan tree under the cement table to play cards and chat, very satisfied, led by Chen Baoliang's father, patriarch Chen Chuanping.

Chen Chuanping listened to Chen Baoliang's statement, was silent for a while, and spit out two words: "Daban".