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The wind stopped and the showers stopped. After a temper tantrum, God became quiet and peaceful again, and the Dengzhou Mansion became devastated in the raging winds and the ravages of the torrential rain.

Except for a few public officials who were silently cleaning there, most of the citizens were silently taking care of their homes and their crooked houses.

Song Xing and Tian Niu left Penglai Pavilion without waiting for the rain to stop, especially Tian Niu, she always had an ominous premonition in her heart, just this morning, the dumb grandfather who hadn't been in the sea for a few days went out to sea to fish with his broken fishing net, and he couldn't stop it.

Dengzhou Mansion is only five or six miles away from Tian Hengshan, and it doesn't take half an hour to walk, but today they feel that this road is very long, very long. Especially Tian Niu, there is always a feeling that there is no end in my heart.

When Song Xing returned to Tianhengshan, he finally understood why the people of Tianhengshan lived in this kind of simple thatched hut, because the cost of such a thatched hut was not high, and even if it was blown down, it would not cost much to rebuild.

Including the thatched shed where Song Xing lived, there was no complete wooden courtyard house in Uncle Tian's house in the entire Tian Hengshan, although it did not fall down in the storm, but the broken tiles all over the ground were enough to make Uncle Tian feel distressed for three months.

Unlike the citizens in the city, the people of Tian Hengshan did not tidy up the thatched huts that had fallen down, and no one cleaned up the fallen leaves and dead branches, most of the people were concentrated behind the front door of Tian Niu's house, and the black pressure was all people.

Everyone's face was full of sorrow, everyone's face was full of tears, everyone was crying silently, and even the raindrops on the eaves were so weak.

Although Tian Niu has never read a book, she is not stupid, she pushed everyone away like crazy, and got into it as fast as possible, followed by a heart-rending cry, the listener was sad, and the listener cried.

When Song Xing pushed everyone into the inside, he saw that Tian Niu had cried and fainted on the dumb grandfather's body. The mute grandfather was lying on a broken wooden plank, his expression was a little peaceful, and there was even his characteristic slightly innocent smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the quiet and peaceful mute grandfather, Song Xing's heart suddenly felt as uncomfortable as a cat scratch.

This old man who has not eaten meat once in half a year, an old man who has not had a new set of clothes for ten years, finally has meat to eat and clothes to wear, but he leaves this world silently.

The son wants to raise but the parent is not there, this is a great sorrow in life, and it is also a great irony. Although Song Xing has no blood relationship with the dumb grandfather, as the first person he saw in another world, he always has a special affection for him.

As the person with the highest rank in Tian Hengshan, and the last person in his generation, his funeral was presided over by Uncle Tian himself.

Even Tian Youdao, who rarely returned to Tian Hengshan, hurried back, and brought his family to respectfully guard his soul and kowtow to him respectfully, and Youdao's daughter-in-law was still crying and mourning there with an extremely pious attitude.

With everyone's concerted efforts, a simple mourning hall was quickly built. Ask the Taoist priest to practice the field, there have been many times since ancient times. Although Tian Hengshan is not redundant, this program says everything to go.

When Song Xing was in the countryside before, he had not only seen such a funeral, but also personally participated in this kind of funeral. The development of funeral customs to this day has nothing to do with superstition, and is purely a memorial to the deceased and a remembrance of the deceased.

As the direct descendant of the mute grandfather, Tian Niu has been kneeling in front of the spirit, constantly thanking the neighbors who came to mourn. Song Xing had nothing to do, standing in the crowd of grief and sorrow, like an outsider.

Looking at the busy villagers, Song Xing wanted to go over and help something, but after walking around it several times, he couldn't find anything that needed his help, Tian Hengshan could be said to lack everything, that is, there was no shortage of idlers.

Tian Niu's heart is sad and helpless, a little girl of eight or nine years old, suddenly lost the relatives she relied on, and her inner confusion can be imagined.

The sad atmosphere shrouded the entire Tian Hengshan, and Song Xing's mood was also extremely sad, since he couldn't interfere in the outside affairs, he had to stay in the mourning hall, one was to guard the dumb grandfather, and the other was to accompany Tian Niu and give her a little comfort.

For three days in a row, Tian Hengshan was in a miserable and miserable atmosphere, until three days later, in the early morning, in a chaotic sound of locks and sad and bitter crying, he sent away the mute grandfather.

The dumb grandfather is gone, and the responsibility of taking care of Tian Niu falls on Song Xing as a matter of course. After breakfast, he looked at Tian Niu, who was still sad, and said, "I'm going to Penglai Pavilion to tell a story, if it's okay, you can stay at home." ”

Tian Niu didn't speak, just shook her head, in her heart, what is home? Where Song Xing is, where is home, Song Xing wants to go to Penglai Pavilion, she naturally wants to go to Penglai Pavilion.

As soon as he walked out of the thatched shed, he saw Uncle Tian sitting on the big stone in front of the shed with a sad expression, and just wanted to step forward to say hello, but Uncle Tian stood up and said eagerly: "Baby, you are a capable person, can you take care of the wine-making workshop and shipbuilding workshop yourself?" ”

Looking at Uncle Tian who was full of anticipation in sadness, Song Xing sighed heavily in his heart, he knew what Uncle Tian meant, because Uncle Tian had told him several times, hoping that he would not go to Penglai Pavilion to tell stories, but take Tian Hengshan's people to the road to prosperity.

Song Xing shook his head and sighed: "Uncle, it's not that I Song Xing doesn't want to take care of it, but that I Song Xing really doesn't have time to take care of it, and I still have to go to Penglai Pavilion to tell the story." ”

"Baby......" Uncle Tian looked at Song Xing and sighed heavily, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, but shook his head and turned away, leaving Song Xing with a lonely back.

Song Xing wanted to stop him, but he didn't scream either, although he had many words in his heart, he couldn't say these words to Uncle Tian, and even in the entire Great Song Dynasty, he couldn't find anyone who could talk.

Walking on the way to Dengzhou Mansion again, Song Xing only felt that the atmosphere was obviously different from the past, the freshness after the rain did not dispel the sadness in people's hearts, the collapse of the house was still secondary, and the departure of the family was really sad.

If this sudden rainstorm only hit Dengzhou City, only the limited thatched huts were destroyed, and the fishermen who did not have time to hide in the shelter.

Then the next political storm, it swept the entire Great Song Dynasty, but affected the entire Great Song Dynasty.

Song Xing stood in Penglai Pavilion, scanning the storm-ravaged Dengzhou City, but what flashed in his mind was a group of ragged women wailing in the ice and snow......