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Tamson said with a smile: "I left home when I went to work and went home after work. ”

Wang Quan put away the newspapers on the table, stood up and said to Tencent: "You are really a model husband, but it is a pity that your wife sometimes does not accept your affection." Okay, it won't affect the two of you to settle accounts, let's also learn from Tan Gaoshen, and let's go home after reading the newspaper. ”

When Wang Quan returned home from the office, he felt a little chaotic in his heart. He went to the balcony and smoked a cigarette, and then lay down on his son's cot and flipped through the magazine, which he did not read at all, but through the hidden door he clearly heard what the old father and his son had just come home from the opposite room.

"Grandpa, I ran outside for a day today, I feel very tired, I don't want to play with the computer anymore, can you tell me a story about my rural hometown!"

This is the son's voice.

"Okay!"

Wang Quan heard his old father talking.

"I'll tell you a story about your father's cousin, that is, your cousin's grandfather's family writing tablets, do you know what tablets are?"

"You know, I've seen it in movies and on TV, that is, the name of an old man who has passed away is written on a piece of wood or cardboard shell, placed in the middle of the room, and the younger generations worship it, burn incense and kowtow."

"That's right. It was a period of cooperatives that was not long after the liberation, and your cousin, like me, was illiterate in a single word, and he was illiterate, and he didn't let your cousins and aunts learn to read, because his family was poor, and he didn't want to spend more money for his children's studies. Second, he felt that learning to read and write in the countryside was of little use, and that as long as he was willing to exert his efforts, he could still grow crops well if he was illiterate. Your cousin was a filial child when he was young, and after his parents died, he asked someone to write a tablet to worship the two old men every New Year, and bowed three times and nine times, and was very pious. Later, the 'four olds' were broken, and you were not allowed to burn incense and kowtow, so your cousin and uncle secretly found someone to write a tablet to worship. One year before the Spring Festival, he found Dongzhuang's good friend Qin Dahe and begged Qin Dahe to help him write a tablet. Your cousin knows that Qin Dahe usually likes to joke with himself, and has repeatedly told him that writing a tablet to worship the old man is a serious matter, and he must not be sloppy. Qin Dahe said to your cousin, brother, don't worry, the words on this tablet, I promise to write horizontally and vertically, not sloppy at all. There is a rule in our hometown, which is called 'the girl returns to the door' on the second day of the first lunar month, that is, the married girl must return to her parents' house on this day. Your cousin's eldest son-in-law is a little literate and knows a lot of words, and together with your eldest cousin, he returned to your father-in-law's house on the second day of the first lunar month to give your cousin a New Year's greeting. His smile made your cousin's heart laugh, and he hurriedly asked his eldest son-in-law: Is this kid Qin Dahe playing tricks on me? Your cousin-in-law couldn't help but laugh and read the words written on the tablet to your cousin: 'It's me, it's me, I'm Dongzhuang Qin Dahe.' Your cousin was so angry that he picked up the tablet, slammed it on the ground and said, 'I'll throw him a bad grandson!'" The Spring Festival of the second year is approaching again, Qin Dahe took the initiative to find your cousin and said, brother, last year's joke was too big, I'm sorry, this year I am writing a tablet for your family to atone for my sins. Your cousin remembered last year's incident, and he was so angry that his teeth hurt, and he said to Qin Dahe viciously, if you kid dare to make me happy again, I will stand in the middle of your Zhuangzi and scold your ancestors for eight generations. Qin Dahe said, brother, don't worry, I will never do that kind of thing after last year. It's the second day of the first lunar month, your cousin's eldest daughter and eldest son-in-law came to your cousin's New Year's greetings again, the eldest son-in-law saw the tablet enshrined in the house, and suddenly remembered the events of last year, and couldn't help but laugh again, your cousin saw the eldest son-in-law laughing, thinking that Qin Dahe was playing tricks on him again, and he didn't get angry, so he picked up the tablet again, held it high, gritted his teeth and said: Qin Dahe, you damn bastard, I still throw you a grandson! Your cousin's eldest son-in-law hurriedly grabbed your cousin's arm and said, Dad, your old man is angry, there is nothing wrong with what was written on the tablet this year, I couldn't help but laugh when I remembered what happened last year. Your cousin blushed, hurriedly fiddled with the tablet carefully, and said embarrassedly, I said that Qin Dahe, this kid, he doesn't dare to ------ this year."

Nian Jun listened to the story told by his grandfather and laughed happily.

The grandfather then told his grandson: "Later, your cousin and uncle believed what the elders said: It is better to send your son to school than to use the amount of gold at home. He said that in the future, he will smash the pot and sell iron to let the children go to school, otherwise they will be bullied, and later several of his grandchildren have gone to school when they reach the age of school, and one of them was also admitted to the provincial capital, I don't know whether it is a junior college or a 'small college'. ”

Unable to hear Grandpa continue to speak, Nian Jun asked unfinished: "Finished?" ”

"That's it!" Grandpa replied.

"It's still early, let's talk about one more!"

"If you're willing to listen, I'll tell you another one." The grandfather said to his grandson, "Once upon a time, an old couple had an only son named Hanwa, and when Hanwa grew up, she married a daughter-in-law named Guizhi. The cinnamon branches grew neatly and were diligent and filial, but Hanwa was not blessed, and she died of a sudden illness soon after she got married. After Hanwa's death, his parents seemed to have collapsed, and they didn't want to delay Guizhi, so they endured their grief and persuaded her to remarry. Gui Zhi disagreed, first, he was afraid that his in-laws would be helpless after he left, and second, he didn't give birth to a son and a half daughter after marrying Hanwa, so he felt ashamed and couldn't bear to leave his in-laws. The fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar is the Ghost Day, Gui Zhi went to Hanwa's grave to burn paper, remembering the pain of missing for several months, sadness came from it, and cried bitterly. Guizhi cried so much that he had a dry mouth, and when he saw a small melon on a melon seedling on Hanwa's grave, he picked it and ate it. Shortly thereafter, Guizhi always felt uncomfortable and had sour water in her mouth. Hanwa's mother took Guizhi to see the old Chinese medicine doctor, and after the old Chinese medicine doctor saw it, she said to Hanwa's mother, old man, your daughter-in-law is happy! Back at home, no matter how Gui Zhi explained, her mother-in-law just didn't forgive her, Gui Zhi kowtowed to her in-laws three times, and then went back to her parents' house. One day ten months later, Gui Zhi returned to her mother-in-law's house with her fat son who looked exactly like Hanwa. Gui Zhi told her mother-in-law that she really didn't do anything immoral, and she thought about it for a long time, and felt that the biggest possibility was that she was pregnant after eating the melon on Hanwa's grave on July 15. Guizhi's mother-in-law didn't believe it at first, but later agreed to go to Hanwa's grave with Guizhi to see what was going on. When she arrived at Hanwa's grave, Guizhi's mother-in-law saw that the dried melon seedlings on her son's grave were still there, and the position where the melon seedlings grew was facing the crotch of Hanwa lying in the coffin. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he said to Nian Jun: "This is all folklore, and you young people may not like to hear it." ”

"No, no, I like to hear it, although things are fake, but they can induce people to do good deeds, and good intentions will be rewarded." Nian Jun nodded, and said to his grandfather diligently: "It's not early, I'll go get some hot water, you wash your feet, let's go to bed early!" ”

"I've already washed my feet with the hot water your mother gave me."

The grandfather and grandson turned off the lights, and after a while, there was a soft snoring sound, and Wang Quan lay on the bed, tossing and turning, but he couldn't sleep.