In late spring, the pear tree planted by Wang Rouhua in front of the door drilled out new shoots strongly, and then, the branches and leaves did not stop.

Tie Xinyuan also escaped the fate of being always pulled by people, and since he saw that those women were always staring at his crotch, he decided to say goodbye to open crotch pants.

Those rough or soft hands are very violent when they catch the cock, and it seems that this is not enough to express their love for children!!

In fact, there is a reason for this, there is an ascetic monk from the Western Regions in the city of Tokyo, in order to express his will to the Buddha wholeheartedly, standing in the most lively place of Mahang Street, piercing his vital point with a silver knife, and then casually swimming along the Washizi in Tokyo, although he walked all the way to shed blood, he still looks pious, chanting in his mouth, holding the Buddha seal, smiling, it is said that the Buddha is this smile when he preaches the scriptures.

This ascetic monk passed by Xishuimen when he walked around the street, and specially begged for a bowl of sour water to drink in Wang Rouhua's shop, and when he left, he pointed to Tie Xinyuan and said with a smile that this was a blessed child.

When the women nearby came to congratulate Wang Rouhua, Wang Rouhua's expression was indifferent, and she just said, as long as my child is angry, whatever this monk says is nonsense.

All day long, Wang Rouhua was absent-minded, and served the wrong meal to the guests several times, but fortunately, they were all regular customers, everyone didn't care, and they still accepted it after laughing and scolding.

Only Tie Xinyuan knew that after his mother went back, he didn't even count his favorite copper coins, and sat in front of the small window in front of him in a daze for a long time.

The little fox rarely did not go to the palace, and accompanied the mother and son to sleep in bed.

The noise of spring outside the window came one after another, and Tie Xinyuan felt that his house was like a cold winter moon.

Fortunately, his mother quickly switched, pulled over the money box and began to count the money, and Tie Xinyuan's heart was put down, he didn't like his mother's current appearance, he didn't like it at all.

When the time came for the daily braised pork, the mother sat in front of the stove and lit the fire, and the blind fox happily jumped on the stove, threw a burlap bag into the cauldron, and then ran to Tie Xinyuan to ask for credit.

Wang Rouhua hurriedly fished the cloth bag out of the pot, sniffed suspiciously, and after finding out that it was a spice bag, she turned her suspicious gaze to Tie Xinyuan and the little fox.

Seeing that his son was fighting with the little fox without any abnormality, he gritted his teeth and threw the cloth bag into the pot again to continue cooking.

The next day, after serving the diners' breakfast, Wang Rouhua hurriedly closed the stall, took Tie Xinyuan and the little fox into a hired ox cart, and left the city of Tokyo.

Although it is late spring, there are still many people who set foot in spring, and many of the carriages that traveled far away were filled with willow branches, which was the heartfelt wish of relatives and friends.

Tie Xinyuan didn't like to leave the edge of the imperial city wall, and he felt that going out in the era of the Great Song Dynasty was full of unpredictable dangers.

Not to mention Sun Erniang, who steamed human meat buns on the cross slope of the big tree, even if she met the white-fronted tiger on Jingyang Gang, it was not an auspicious thing.

At least he knew that in this time in history, rebellions were commonplace.

Whether it is used for steaming or braising such a small piece of tender meat, it is estimated that the taste is not as good as that.

The ox cart carried a lot of goods, large and small bags, mostly cloth and grain, it seems that the mother wants to go back to Tiejia Zhuangzi to see if her home is still there.

Soon after leaving the city, the big river appeared in front of him, and the peach blossom flood had not yet passed, so the river was still tumbling and roaring for thousands of miles.

"It's been rerouted!" Wang Rouhua sighed in a low voice.

The old man who was driving the ox cart answered: "This lady, in a big flood last year, the river embankment collapsed, and the best boat on the Yellow River was buried, and the carp did not block the gap, so the official family let the river find its own way out, and as a result, the river moved here." ”

"Do you still know the original Tiejia Zhuangzi by the river?"

The old man shook his head and said: "The current big river flows from the area of the Tiejia Zhuangzi, and the Tiejia Zhuangzi you are looking for is probably at the bottom of the river now." ”

Wang Rouhua shook her head and said: "When the flood came, I knew that the Tiejia Zhuangzi couldn't be saved, and since the old man was also a member of the Liu family camp by the river, he must have known that the people in the Tiejia Zhuangzi had gone there?" ”

The old man shook his head and said: "This needs to ask the government, it stands to reason that it is very possible for a disaster victim like Tiejia Zhuangzi to be trained into the Xiang Army."

At least, Xiao Lao'er makes a living renting a car in this area, and he has never seen the old man of Tiejia Zhuangzi, and your mother and son are the first two. ”

Wang Rouhua's voice was a little choked, and she said in a low voice: "Please ask my husband to take my mother and son to the closest place to Tiejia Zhuangzi, no matter what, we will pay tribute." ”

The old man sighed and nodded, and then walked towards the upper reaches of the Yellow River with the ox cart.

Tie Xinyuan carefully looked at the river, and had to admire the ability of the government, in just one year's effort, they re-mobilized the people to rebuild the dam on this new river, although the willow trees just loaded up only sent a few twigs, it is foreseeable that after a few years, this embankment will become a good place for green willows.

The city's famous sight, the willow warbler, will reappear.

The ox cart came to a halt after going up for more than ten miles.

Wang Rouhua pointed to a piece of sand in the middle of the river and said, "That old willow tree is not dead yet?" ”

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Little Lao'er remembers that the tree should be the big tree that grows on the edge of the Tiejia Zhuangzi ancestral hall, right?" ”

A red cloud rose on Wang Rouhua's face and said to herself: "Yes, back then, my child and his father worshiped our ancestors under the big willow tree, and then got married. ”

The old man was silent for a while and said: "The lady is at her own discretion for the time being, the little old man goes over there to drink the cow, and when you want to go back, you can just shout, but the hour is not early, and the city gate will be closed if you go back later, and it is not appropriate for your mother and son to live outside the city." ”

The old man walked away, Wang Rouhua got off the ox cart with Tie Xinyuan in her arms, walked two steps quickly, knelt on the sand and shouted in the face of the surging Yellow River: "Seventh brother-"

The Yellow River was still furious, and the turbid water swirled and poured down, mercilessly burying Wang Rouhua's shout under the waves.

Tie Xinyuan squatted to the side, watching his mother unload countless fruit offerings and cakes from the ox cart, and finally took out two bowls of soup cakes from a food box, and respectfully offered them to the river, trembling in his mouth and saying words that Tie Xinyuan couldn't understand at all.

When the mother waited for the incense candles to be completely burned out, she pointed to the big willow tree in the middle of the river and said to her son: "Our home was originally there." ”

Tie Xinyuan couldn't answer his mother's words, today is the first anniversary of his coming to this world, and it is also the day of the great flood, and it can be said that it is the annual sacrifice day of his father.

He really wanted to say to his mother that the thirty years of Hedong and the thirty years of Hexi refer to this river, and in a few years, when the sediment in the Yellow River has flattened the river, he will continue to divert the course, and maybe the Tiejia Zhuangzi will reappear in the world.

The paper money burned out, and the fruit cakes were also thrown into the Yellow River by Wang Rouhua, including the linen cloth wrapped in hemp strips, which were thrown into the Yellow River by her, and finally she even threw the rice and flour of Baihuahua into the Yellow River, looking hideous and.

Reflexively put Tie Xinyuan on the ox cart, he returned to the river, and came back again without knowing what he said to the river.

The little fox sniffed around, and finally landed its nose on Wang Rouhua's arm, and Tie Xinyuan found that his mother's arm was bleeding......

The old man didn't go far, and when he saw Wang Rouhua's mother and son returning to the ox cart, he led the ox up from under the river embankment, and when he put the ox on the wheel, he also found that Wang Rouhua's arm was bleeding.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Little lady, why do you make such a heavy oath, the dead are already dead, and you are still young." ”

Wang Rouhua smiled: "This is the only way I can repay my husband's kindness." ”

The old man actually respectfully saluted Wang Rouhua, and Wang Rouhua accepted it calmly, Tie Xinyuan always felt that it was not very appropriate, but seeing that his mother's face exuded a holy light like a virgin, he had to return to Tokyo City with the ox cart in a daze.

When the head of the fang came to the house with the official, Tie Xinyuan understood what his mother was going to do, she wanted to keep the festival and keep the festival for Tie Aqi.

The official took a look at the shocking wound on his mother's arm, and then hung a black plaque of a righteous family on the small gate of the Tie family, which was much larger than the gate, like a heavy boulder pressed against the gate.

The mother's age is not very old, Tie Xinyuan thinks that she is not more than twenty-five years old, and many girls of such age in the future generations have not married, and the mother will hold this plaque for the rest of her life from now on.

Tie Xinyuan always thought that this kind of thing would only happen in the Ming and Qing dynasties when etiquette and religion were prevalent, and he didn't expect that there would be such a thing in the relatively gentle era of the Great Song Dynasty.

The father of the current emperor married a remarried woman, Liu E, and I have never heard of anyone dissatisfied with the emperor's behavior, let alone Liu E who has actually held the power of the Great Song Dynasty for eight years.

When the official is gone, they also need to report to the guards at the head of the city when they enter the Tie family, and there is an eight-bull crossbow on their heads that is ready to be fired at any time, and it can be seen that they are not willing to stay in the Tie family for a minute.

The dizzy Tie Xinyuan was very worried about his mother, but when his mother slept at night, she was unprecedentedly calm, and she didn't even have a small snoring on weekdays......

Tie Xinyuan's eyes widened in the dark room, not understanding why his mother would choose such a way to commemorate her love.

This way came too suddenly, too cruelly. PS: Ask for recommendations, ask for favorites, you are responsible for voting, and I am responsible for telling the story well.