Yesterday, when I wrote 2,600 words, I was called to drink, and I came back in the evening and wrote in a hurry, but I made a mistake in my name, sorry.

I kowtowed to my mother, and then found my father's grave, and then my grandfather's grave. Most of Wang Zhenhua's relatives will rest in Liuhe Town forever. Returning to his hometown after decades, his heart is stirred and difficult to describe in words.

When Wang Qiao arrived at Wang's house in Guangnan, in addition to having a sense of family affection for Wang Zhenhuatang, who had been familiar with his name since he was a child, he didn't have much family affection for Wang Guodong and Wang Xiaoran, and he was more intellectually identified as a family, and they were still far away emotionally. Now standing in front of the ancestral grave together, counting up, in fact, there will soon be a common ancestor. In the unique fragrance of incense and candles, the blood and family are ignited at once.

All the people of the Wang family present have the same blood and common ancestors, and the distance has been shortened a lot. At this time, when he looked at Wang Guodong and Wang Xiaoran again, he really had a sense of blood connection.

Worship ancestors together, relatives really become relatives.

This time to worship the ancestors, Wang Xiao and Wang Qiao brothers and sisters were very well prepared, bringing a bag full of incense and candles, as well as two large bags of money paper, incense candles and money paper are the most high-end.

Wang Zhenhua personally lit incense and candles for all the deceased relatives. For young people, this is a simple job, but for Wang Zhenhua, it is a heavy physical job. When all the graves were lit with incense and candles, sweat broke down on his forehead.

Wang Xiaoran lifted a light chair from the Coaster car and asked his grandfather to sit for a while. Wang Zhenhua pushed away the chair with his hand, sat directly on a stone, took a breath, and arranged: "Find a place to burn money paper." ”

When the juniors take the money paper out of the bag. When preparing to dismantle, Wang Zhenhua said: "Slow." Is there a name written on the money paper? Wang Guodong said: "Dad, do you still want to write your name?" Wang Zhenhua said: "Don't write your name." Burning so much money, how can the people over there collect it. ”

Wang Guodong turned back to Wang Qiao and said, "Do you have a pen?" ”

Wang Qiao made full preparations in advance, and he really didn't think of writing his name on the money paper, and said: "There is no pen here, there is one at home, I will go and get it immediately." ”

Wang Zhenhua emphasized: "I want a brush. The ancestors used brushes. ”

Wang Guodong had never seen his father so superstitious, and he was a little surprised. Filial piety is composed of two words, one is filial piety. The other is Shun, in this case, he is absolutely obedient to his father, and asked Wang Qiaodao: "Is there a brush at home?" If you don't, you can go to town and buy it. ”

Wang Qiao said: "There are brushes at home, and I, my sister and my father can all use brushes. ”

From the cemetery to Erdaoguai Primary School, it usually takes half an hour to walk, but Wang Qiao trotted for a while, and returned to Erdaogui in about ten minutes. On a bluestone ladder outside the courtyard. Duan San, the branch secretary, walked to the courtyard with his hands behind his back, saw Wang Qiao, and said, "There are so many people in your house today, who is it?" ”

Wang Qiao remembered that Wang Zhenhua mentioned many times that it was the Duan family who helped bury the family's killed relatives. He didn't hide it, and said, "My cousin is back?" ”

Duan San said in surprise: "Wang Zhenhua? ”

Wang Qiao nodded.

Duan San said: "The old man is not young, how is his body?" He wanted to say, "I thought I was dead." The words changed again.

Wang Qiao said: "I was sick once a few days ago, and now it's okay." ”

Duan San said: "The old man has a few babies. Come? ”

Wang Qiao said: "The old man has a son and a daughter, and they are all here. The junior is Queen Sun Xiao Ran. ”

Duan San's mind turned quickly, and said, "Come to my house for dinner in the evening, I'll catch two chickens, kill two ducks, and get a few fish, do you want to get it?" ”

Wang Qiao said with a smile: "I can't be the master yet, all the people here today are elders, I only have to do chores, I can't be the master." ”

Duan San said: "Then I'll follow you and meet the old man." ”

Wang Qiao returned to the cemetery with three brushes and a large bottle of ink. Duan San followed behind Wang Qiao, sweating and panting. When Wang Yongde saw Duan San, he beckoned to him and asked him to come to Wang Zhenhua, who was sitting on the stone. Wang Yongde introduced: "Uncle, this is our neighbor, and the one in the Duan family's house is the branch secretary of our village. ”

Duan San looked at the old man with age spots on his face in front of him, and he couldn't connect it with Wang Zhenhua, the head of the People's Liberation Army who had become a legend, he still said respectfully: "Uncle, I am Duan San, and my uncle is Duan Zhili." ”

Wang Zhenhua looked at Duan San and said, "You are Duan Zhili's nephew?" ”

Duan San said: "That is, I used to hear my uncle often talk about you, saying that you are the smartest in the surrounding ten miles and the best reader." You went to dig out the eggs, and you found a snake. ”

Wang Zhenhua recalled the happy things in the countryside, nodded frequently, and said: "Your uncle is a sincere person, without him to lead, no one dares to make a grave for our family, thank you Duan Zhili." ”

After chatting for a few words, Duan San said: "Come to my house for dinner at night, the rural people, the taste is not good, I will do a good job of hygiene, and the dishes must be green and environmentally friendly." ”

In the plan, after worshipping the ancestors, in order to let Wang Zhenhua rest well, he will not eat in Liuhe. Now that Duan San rashly made this request, everyone focused their eyes on Wang Zhenhua.

Wang Zhenhua returned to his hometown, in addition to worshipping his ancestors, it was good to take a look at his neighbors by the way, and said happily: "The Wang family and the Duan family have been neighbors for many years, so I will go to your house to eat today, there are many of us, can we sit down in the courtyard?" ”

Duan San saw that Wang Zhenhua agreed, and said happily: "There is no problem with sitting ten tables in the courtyard, then I will go and prepare and strive to eat earlier." He asked again: "Uncle, you have been away from your hometown for so long, do you have any taboos in terms of food?" ”

Wang Zhenhua said: "There is no taboo, you will eat hometown dishes when you go back to your hometown, you don't mess up the taste." ”

Duan Sangao left happily.

Wang Qiao melted the three brushes with water, poured the ink into a box, and prepared to write the name. Wang Zhenhua looked at Wang Qiao and said, "How is your calligraphy?" Our ancestors had a former dynasty jinshi, and I had seen the ink left behind before, and the calligraphy was very beautiful. If you write poorly, you will be embarrassed if you burn it. ”

Calligraphy is Wang Qiao's strong point. He didn't explain, and wrote He Zhizhang's "Returning to the Hometown Doll Book" on the white paper he brought, "The young left home and the eldest returned, and the hometown accent has not changed, and the sideburns have declined." When the children don't know each other, they smile and ask where the guests are from. In order to save time, he used cursive writing, and the pen walked the dragon and snake, and a small poem was almost written in one go.

Wang Zhenhua nodded frequently and said, "If you want to get this word, you can see your ancestors." He glanced at the juniors, pointed at Wang Yongde and said, "Yongde, they can't write, how are you writing?" ”

Wang Yongde said: "I read more books than Wang Qiao, and the words are not as good as Wang Qiao, this baby has many shortcomings, but he has talent in writing." ”

Wang Zhenhua said: "Then Wang Qiao will write the name unified." ”

Each bag of money paper has to be written with a name, and the workload is not small. Wang Xiaoran took the initiative to say: "Then I'll copy the name of the ancestor, and you can write it according to the name I copied." ”

"No, I remember the names of my ancestors."

Reflection in front of the ancestral grave is Wang Yongde's killer weapon to deal with his son Wang Qiao, after Wang Qiao entered adolescence, he often came here to reflect, so he remembered all the names on the tombstone, and he was quite proud to say it at this time.

For Wang Xiaoran, all the names of the ancestors on the tombstone are unfamiliar, and it is difficult to remember them all.

Wang Zhenhua called Wang Yongde to his side and said, "Yongde, last time you said that you were the most unproductive, you have been a primary school teacher all your life, and you rarely go out of the house. Your statement is not right, what is wrong with being a primary school teacher for a lifetime, teaching and educating people, very noble, very useful. You are still a great hero of the Wang family, without you, the ancestral tomb would have been destroyed a long time ago. I am very pleased to see that the ancestral tomb is so well preserved today, and when I see my ancestors in the future, I will also bury the ashes here to accompany my parents and ancestors. ”

The children have considered the fate of the elderly, but few of them have talked about it. Wang Zhenhua is a soldier in the southern and northern battlefields, and he is used to seeing life and death, so he is very calm when he talks about it.

There are two flowers, one on each branch. After Duan San hurried home, he scolded when he saw his wife: "You and Duan Yan both have long hair and short knowledge, and they messed around when Sister Wang was in trouble, and now they are lifting a stone and hitting their own feet, taking advantage of a small advantage and suffering a big loss." ”

Duan San's wife was scolded and confused, and said, "What are you crazy about, you didn't drink at noon today." ”

After Duan San said several times that his hair was long and his knowledge was short, he said: "Dead mother-in-law, hurry up and kill two chickens and two ducks, and ask your brother to send a few fish over, what are you doing, Lao Tzu wants to have a treat." ”

Duan San's wife stepped forward and touched Duan San's forehead and said, "Do you have a fever, talk nonsense." ”

Duan San opened his wife's hand and said, "Wang Zhenhua is back, you don't know who Wang Zhenhua is, the one who went out of the Wang family to be a big official back then, and the whole family returned to their hometown." I invited them to dinner, and when I encountered something in the future, I would have another way. ”

Duan San's wife muttered: "Duan Yan is doing decoration in Yangzhou, and her life is quite good, so she doesn't need to ask for help." ”

Duan San roared: "You are really an elm pimple, thinking that people are generally tall if they don't ask for people." Anyone will encounter difficulties, in case of begging for someone, it doesn't matter if you can only lift a stone to hit the sky. ”

Duan San had absolute authority at home, and when he got angry, his wife hurried to prepare dinner, and by the way, he called two brothers and daughters-in-law to help.

The news of Wang Zhenhua's return to his hometown spread ten, ten, hundreds, and soon, the neighbors in the neighborhood knew about it. When the Wang family was eating in the courtyard of the Duan family, elderly neighbors kept coming to meet Wang Zhenhua and talk about the old days. Some neighbors who had nothing to do with the Wang family also came to the courtyard to watch the legendary official, and the courtyard was crowded with people.

Wang Zhenhua was surrounded by a thick local accent, his mood was very high, and he kept talking to everyone.

Wang Guodong grew up in Guangnan, and since he was a child, he heard Guangnan and Cantonese Mandarin, and he did not have a deep affection for Shannan.

Wang Qiao is the master, serving tea and pouring water, smoking and lighting fire, and he is very busy.

Wang Xiaoran and Zhang Xiaoya sat together, hiding behind the crowd, chatting.

Wang Xiaoran said: "Judging from his appearance and temperament, Wang Qiao is not like the people here. You study the same department as him, what is his situation in school? ”

Zhang Xiaoya looked at Wang Qiao's slender legs and short hair, and said, "He is a man of the year at school. It's because of him that I still have a trouble, and I don't know what to say when I go back to school? ”

(End of the 327th Ancestor Worship) (To be continued.) )