On that snowy night, Xigou was also inexplicably excited. He finally waited for the opportunity, a chance to cut the hole for Shui Lao Er with his own hands.

61

People do not live for a hundred years, and grass does not die for a hundred years.

The bluestone ridge is hidden in a dark green.

The rich medicinal fragrance and the mixed smell in the air make the bluestone ridge intoxicating.

In the blink of an eye, the pharmacist had already passed fifty years after collecting grain. On the fifteenth day, he followed the old five paste to the big grass beach, and this day was lost for nearly forty years in a flash. Forty years, the land is gone.

I don't dare to think about it.

Standing on the top of the ridge, looking at the green in this eye, the heart of the grain is rolling, and a face that is prematurely covered with ravines is full of clouds of time. The kulak hat on his head had just been removed, and the county had reinstated his status as a pharmacist. It's a dream.

Who would have thought that he would have been designated as a rich peasant back then, if it weren't for Kong Jiexi running around, he would almost be the same as Shui Erye, and he would be designated as a landlord. He didn't care about the rich peasants at the time, thinking that it was just a name and not a big deal. Yo hehe, the next thing I found out was that this thing was so powerful that it almost didn't toss him to death.

Now it's okay, the county said that everything is over, let him cheer up and plant his medicine well.

Is it really in the past?

Dinner is still stir-fried steamed buns, and the master of Qingshiling Pharmacy likes to make stir-fried steamed buns the most, but his steamed steamed buns are really not good, compared with Yingying's steamed buns, they are far worse. But I never dare to say that a subject of ** control has no right to put forward opinions to others, besides, isn't it just a steamed bun, go home and let Yingying steam it for him to eat.

Pick up the food and carry the bowl, find a secluded place to squat. There are now more than 30 employees in the Qingshiling Pharmacy, plus the temporarily hired medicine planters, and there are more than 50 people eating on the stove. He doesn't like a lot of people, he would rather be alone with a bowl and think about something while eating. Someone came to greet him and asked him, "What are you doing in the dark, do you want to go back to Xigou again?" He thought about it and said, "No." ”

Most of the time, he went back to Xigou to sleep. Although he is the subject of control, he still has the right to go home, and besides, now that there is a road on the grassy beach, it is easy to ride a bicycle home. Of course, the biggest motivation for returning to Xigou is his grandson.

Picking up grain and having a grandson, this time it was not picked up, it was born by his son Peng and daughter-in-law Guoguo. Guoguo can really give birth, and he gave birth to four in a row. plus Yueyue's, as well as Xiao Wuzi's two, there are a total of seven grandchildren who collect grain.

Seven. Shui Yingying and the dog were on their feet all day long, fighting with their grandchildren, and the house in Xigou was steaming and happy. Not long ago, Yueyue gave birth to a baby again, and she is also a big fat boy, this time, Shui Yingying is getting busier and busier, running back and forth in the east and west ditches, and running her days is really real.

However, picking up grain is also afraid of returning to Xigou.

The dog has really never been married in his life, this woman with a more stubborn personality than Shui Yingying, really delayed her life for him.

When I think about this, I don't feel good when I collect food. In his life, he owes her, he can't pay it back, he can't pay it back-

When the stars were sprinkled all over the mountains, I picked up grain and came to Erdaoxianzi. The grave is quiet, far quieter than the courtyard. Since the courtyard of the water family became a farm, there has been very little quiet, and the turmoil of this movement has been endless. When he couldn't go back to Xigou to pick up grain, he ran to the grave, he liked the quiet taste, and preferred the empty smell of the grass and bed in the house on this day, and he was only solid when he fell asleep here, they were all his relatives, and he didn't have to worry about being suddenly pulled out by someone in the middle of the night to criticize and fight.

Two new graves have been added to the graveyard, in fact, they are not new graves, they are some years old, but the grain collection feels like it was yesterday.

Shui Erye died in the year when the land reform began, that year was a good year, if it wasn't for the land reform, Qingshiling would have been able to grow a good medicine. It's a pity that the movement started in the first year, and it was overwhelming, and it was noisy for three whole years. Because of the cattle and horses, and the barren land in Xigou, the strange thing is that he puts on the hat of a rich peasant. The big family surnamed Su in Donggou sold everything before the movement, and only set a middle peasant. It's really hard to say, but I still admit it.

That year was a very exciting year for Second Master Shui. At the beginning of the movement, Kong Jiexi resolutely disagreed with the designation of him as a landlord, and neither did the rich peasants. Kong Jiexi came up with a lot of evidence to prove that Er Ye Shui had made outstanding contributions to the cause of liberation. But the policy is placed there, and no one has the right to exercise anything beyond the policy. Second Master Shui didn't appreciate it, he quarreled with Kong Jiexi, and even threatened to kill Kong Jiexi. It wasn't until later that Kong Jiexi realized that Second Master Shui was bent on thinking about the landlord and the rich peasants. It's really incomprehensible, Kong Jiexi contradicted again and again, and finally fulfilled him. As a result, on the night he was condemned as a landlord, he drank most of the bottle of soju in a rage and burned it to death.

When he was dying, he left a sentence: "What do people earn in their lives, don't they earn a name?" ”

Birthright!

Sitting in the graveyard to pick up grain, he suddenly laughed, he was laughing at the second master of the water, if you live until now, try!

No matter what, the second master of the first generation of ranchers, still left very decently. When Xigou came to the road and picked up the shovel and walked to Erdaoxianzi, the Qingshiling Shuijia compound caused another incident. A few neighbors who called for help were digging up a lot of silver under the cow trough when they were cooking a pot stove for funerals. This time it was lively, the snowy night when picking up grain and kneeling and crying, a silver digging war was staged in the Shuijia compound, and people seemed to have forgotten what they were doing in the Shuijia compound. Second Master Shui really didn't treat everyone who lifted the shovel badly, and wherever everyone doubted, they dug up the white and shiny snowflake-like things. Under the manger, in the sheepfold, in the partition wall of a small house with debris, or even under a tree in the yard, etc. "It's a loss, it's a big loss!" Someone shouted, "After hiding so much silver, he was named a landlord, and he should be designated a bully!" ”

With a bang, the teapot on the stove suddenly burst, and everyone in the courtyard was silenced.

On that snowy night, Xigou was also inexplicably excited. He finally waited for the opportunity, a chance to cut the hole for Shui Lao Er with his own hands.

What a rare opportunity for a cave slayer. The way to come is even worried that he can't wait for this day, Shui Lao Er is really fateful, too big, how many people he has fought away, two in-laws who have been competing with him all his life, people who have been against him in and out of the ditch, and even Leng Chinese medicine who is much younger than him, let him fight away. For the rest, I'm afraid there is only a way left. Unexpectedly, his life was bigger than his.

Standing in the cemetery, the shovel in the hand of the coming road was so excited that it couldn't fall to the ground. Snowflakes are flying, which is a snowflake, it is simply his blooming heart. Shui Er, you are finally dead, you bull, no, you male wolf, you finally have a time to lie down when you are tired. You lie down, ah, I'll cut you a hole, I'll cut you a hole well.

Thinking about it, the shovel danced, the earth in early winter had just frozen the grass roots, and it was a good time to lay the shovel. The snowflakes hit the face, the wind blows on the body, the person does not sweat at all, this hole, it is easy to chop, it is really easy. Before it took much effort, the general direction of the cave was there, and at first glance, this hole was really well chopped, and it was exactly the best position in a tomb. Backed by the distant Maya Snow Mountain, and in front of it is the unending sister river. But the way is clear, this hole is a dead hole. When he got down the first shovel, he went down to death. The so-called dead hole, that is, the first shovel must be placed on the heart of the deceased, which is difficult to grasp, the hole is larger than the coffin, the coffin is larger than the person, the person lies in, occupies less than one-third of the hole, the average person can only judge a general direction, will not be very accurate on the heart of the deceased. Coming way! The cave slasher has been practiced all his life, and it is this supreme kung fu, otherwise, why do people kowtow to him again and again? The first is to invite him and bother him. The second and third are to beg him, beg him to be gracious under his hands, and don't use your hands and feet on the acupoints.

Immobility is fake!

It's idle to knock your head to death!

When I'm rare you're big? Although I am poor, in this ditch, whose head I have confiscated, no matter how big the power is, no matter how much money there is, your family is not dead? If you're dead, you can't kowtow to me? If I don't do anything in anyone's house, what am I going to do when I come to the road? Hehe, I tell you to underestimate me, I tell you to treat me as a person. I can't fight you, I can't fight the hole? Fighting on the cave is the real fight, fighting with the living is fighting for a while, and hating to fight for a lifetime. The fight on the cave is to fight for eternity, so that you will never be at peace. Maybe you can't cut off your grandchildren!

This first shovel came and fell on the heart of the second water child. On the second shovel, he suddenly jumped in front again, and cut off the melon seeds in the second brain. The third gong, the third gong is called a terrible one, and I hesitate to come and go, do you want to cut it down? With this cut, the Shui family has been done for generations, and there is no more drama and singing. But he hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth fiercely and slashed hard!

The position of the third slash is the place where the second son of the water will sleep in the future.

"I told you to marry hastily to the grave, and I told you to treat my son as a human being! You are a broken ghost, you can't afford to renew the incense! ”

These three shovels go down, even if the leylines of the tomb of Erdao Xianzi are exhausted, no matter how good the tomb is, with these three shovels, even the emperor Laozi will be finished.

But these three shovels, like three steel needles, are firmly rooted in the heart of the person who came from the cave. Generally speaking, no matter how ruthless you are, two shovels hurt others, and three shovels hurt yourself. If you go down for three shovels, it means that you are out of the way. It can be seen that Xigou has a lot of enmity with the second child of Qingshi Lingshui!

How big is the hatred, I don't want to come from, and I can't figure it out, anyway, there is hatred. What poor man has no enmity with the rich? Which one suffers and has no enmity with the owner? Besides, it is never so simple to follow the second child of the water.

After cutting these three shovels, the road looked up at the sky, this is the habit of the cave cutter, as long as you move your hands and feet on the grave, you have to look up at the sky. Fortunately, there was no reaction from the sky, which proved that he was right. If you get it right, you have to continue. The way he came threw off his arms and slashed up. Down, there is no need to use his hands and feet, he has to try to do the work as carefully as possible, make it thicker, how to say that he is also his own family, and it is impossible to say that he is not thick. In-laws? When I thought about my family, I smiled again, what kind of family am I, at best, it is a dog in Qingshiling, and the dog is not as good. However, this dog is not a lying dog, anyway, I have also tossed some things in your yard.

The more he came, the more excited he became, and when he was so excited, he lay down in his hole and began to cry.

Water Er, you water second child who makes people want to hate -

The snow continued to fall, and the snow fluttered one after another.

At some point, I fell asleep collecting grain. When I get old, I can't compare to before, and I fall asleep thinking about it. In the past, he sat on the grave all night, and he was not sleepy at all, but now, as soon as he sat down, it didn't take long for him to be put down by drowsiness.

He rolled over and rubbed his eyes, the moon was very bright, and the moon illuminated Erdaoxian very brightly. Bright is good, bright is hope, bright is the future. When the night is bright, the day will come, and when there is light in people's hearts, no matter how dark the day is, it will still be days, and it will eventually get through.

He stood up and walked to another grave, not the grave where his sister was picking grass, he had knelt enough in front of his sister's grave, he had cried enough, and he didn't have to kneel anymore, he didn't need to cry.

Buried in this new grave is Wu's sister-in-law. No, there is another soul, Uncle Xicai.

Sister-in-law Wu turned over and walked away the day after burying the second master. She was really anxious, she was afraid, if Second Master Shui didn't die again, she would strangle him to death with all her heart.

How can a person live that long? How can one person drag another for so long?

If the second master of the water does not die, her footsteps will not be able to go to Qilian Mountain. If you can't move, women can't go wherever they want, and they can't run with whoever they like. I'm afraid no one can understand this, including the people who are waiting for her at the foot of Qilian Mountain.

The woman said that it is a pot, and whoever puts it on the pot is his. If this pot is taken away, the family will have nothing to eat.

What a woman can't do alone in her life is to starve the west family because of the east family, even if the east family has a thousand good and the west family has a thousand bad ones. After all, God settled you in the West House first.

Okay, don't worry now, he's dead, I'll always be able to leave when I'm dead, right? So, those who eat and sleep in the dew, day and night, go. Straight to the feet broken, the starlight was darkened, Qilian Mountain, came to the front of the eye.

At that moment, in Sister-in-law Wu's eyes, it was not just tears, it was blood, something thicker than blood.

The man stood in the blood. The blood was grown by medicine, and the blood was what she hoped for. That blood was also fought by others. The world is so big, why can't you avoid the word "fight" anywhere?

Fortunately, she arrived in time, if she had to come a few days late, I am afraid that she would not even have a chance to see blood.

It was she who buried Pharmacist Liu with her own hands, and Sister-in-law Wu, who didn't dare to go to the cemetery all her life, actually traveled thousands of mountains and rivers to come, just to cut a hole for a person, just to hold the soil with both hands and bury a heart.

No, what was buried was just this person's body and heart, which she took all the way to Xigou. In the lonely courtyard of the second aunt at the bottom of the Xigou slope, she guarded this heart and persisted for another five years, and finally brought it to Erdaoxianzi.

……

The wind is blowing, and the wind is blowing the past loudly, and it is all over the mountains. Picking up grain kowtowed to Uncle Xicai again, and it became more and more difficult step by step, and walked to Qingshiling Ranch.

Medicine.

A medicine that doesn't see the end at a glance. Covered the bluestone ridge and also covered the west ditch.

Who would have thought that Kong Jiexi's original plan would really connect Qingshiling with Xigou, and really turn Qingshiling into a nationally famous Chinese herbal medicine base.

I can't think of it.

Unexpectedly, there are people with this medicine, and there are layers of relationships that are constantly being sorted out and messed up.

When the county magistrate Gu Jiu'er came to Xigou, he was catching up with the dog to marry Niu Niu Zhangluo. The fifty-year-old dog still looks so energetic and colorful, and the ups and downs of the years do not seem to have left a mark on her face, let alone any dark clouds in her heart. If it weren't for the stumbling of her grandson under her feet, you wouldn't have thought she would be fifty.

People are just different.

Gu Jiu'er, the county magistrate, is aging fast, and when she looks at it, she looks like a dog and her father, but unfortunately the dog doesn't remember what his father looks like.

"It's old, and it's old in a flash." County magistrate Gu Jiu'er sighed.

"What's the old man, I see that you have such a strong heart, and you can live for thirty or fifty years." The dog said as he sewed the quilt.

Gu Jiu'er smiled, he also married his daughter-in-law a month ago, and Yurong is now learning to be a mother-in-law, so she didn't come with him.

"Over there, it's all done?" Gu Jiu'er asked.

"That's it." The dog talks the same as before, clean, neat, and doesn't like to get muddy and watery.

The dog wants to marry Niu Niu is the youngest granddaughter of the rich man in Donggou, that is, the youngest girl in Damei. This family affair was opposed by many people at first, thinking that it was not appropriate for Niu Niu to marry a girl from the He family. The dog scolded: "The old lady is married to a daughter-in-law, who can cook and give birth to a baby, what is it appropriate and what is not appropriate?" The old lady looks at the grown up, can she walk her eyes? ”

I really can't walk away. After the accident in the He family, Yingying and the dog both intended to take Damei's babies to Xigou, but those babies seemed to grow up overnight, and they didn't go anywhere, hugging each other tightly, hugging each other into a force, the big ones with the small ones, and the small ones helping the big ones, they just pulled themselves up. Based on this alone, the dog felt that he should marry.

"Picking up grain, the baby is in his name, and he can't always let him go." Gu Jiu'er said.

"No matter how idle I am, it's a mess." The dog is quick to talk.

While he was talking, he came to collect grain. As soon as he entered the door, before he could say hello to Gu Jiu'er, he scolded and came out: "Old witch, what are you doing with sewing such a red quilt, it's not enough publicity?" Sometimes, the only way to break the embarrassment between him and the dog is to use this kind of bluffing.

"It's red, I don't think it's red." As he spoke, the dog put away the quilt and went into the kitchen to cook. In her heart, it seems that there are not so many knots in the grain, or the wind of the years has already blown these knots flat. Seeing the grain and Yingying, how to talk and how to speak. Occasionally, in the dead of night, when she remembered the past, she smiled and sighed: "It's okay, it's okay like this, it's better than the two of them can't get together." ”

picked up grain and took Gu Jiu'er into his own home.

Gu Jiu'er came this time, looking for something to collect food, a big event.

Now that the chaos has been set right, the country and the people are safe, and some people above have paid attention to Qingshiling again. Yesterday, someone from the province arranged a major task for Gu Jiu'er, asking him to organize forces to sum up the experience of Qingshiling medicine cultivation and promote it throughout the province. He also said that if possible, it would be necessary to organize personnel and compile a pharmacopoeia.

"This is a big deal, you have been growing medicine all your life, and finally, someone is going to admit you."

"What do I want him to admit to doing?" Picking up grain, he doesn't appreciate Jiu'er's love at all. This person, the older he gets, the more he looks like the second master of the water, the statue of the god, the image of the words, and even the way he walks, he is a bit like him.

"You don't listen to him, he doesn't write, I do!" Shui Yingying, who was coaxing her grandson, suddenly interjected.

"You write, you old demon, you have the ability to write." Picking up food is half underestimating and half joking.

"Just write, when I can't, fortunately, I went to night school for a while, and I know more words than you."

This is the truth, when the night school was run in the ditch, Yurong was the teacher. At first, he asked him to learn from the grain, but he couldn't listen to half a bag of cigarettes, so he fell asleep. was so angry that Shui Yingying snatched his seat: "You doze off, I don't doze off, you see the words and you see the enemy, I see but kiss, I learn!" So Shui Yingying went to night school, and guess what, Shui Yingying learned surprisingly fast.

Another year later, the matter of writing a pharmacopoeia was really put on the table. The experts from the province and the leaders from Liangzhou City saw the situation of the grain collection family and decided to let Shui Yingying participate in it. Although she doesn't know medicine, she can listen to it, tell her the same thing as she collects food, and then she helps the experts say it. Because as soon as I saw the expert, my mouth trembled and I couldn't speak. Over the years, he has fallen into a problem, and when he sees people in the public family, he should criticize him and fight him. In this regard, he is much worse than Second Master Shui.

On the evening of the tenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, picking up grain and pushing away everything, a person walked gloomily to Xigouzi. The 10th day of the seventh month was a very painful day for collecting grain, and he lost the most precious thing in the world on this day, the love of his father.

The way came was to fall ill the day after the second master of Shui cut the acupoint, and he was so sick that he was strange. At that time, the grain was still under the spirit of the second master of Shui, and he was the only one who guarded the spirit, and he couldn't leave easily, so a comrade from the medicine field ran to say that his father fell under the earthen cliff of Erdao Xianzi on the way to come, and his mouth was filled with soil. When he arrived at the ridge, his father's way had been carried up, and his breath was dying, and his mouth was really filled with soil. It took a lot of effort to collect the grain before I pulled out the soil from my mouth. What was going on, he wondered. It is said that Daddy's way will not fall under the earth cliff, the earth cliff is a distance from the way down the mountain, and people easily do not go this way when they go down the mountain. Besides, anyone who has walked around on the bluestone ridge knows this earth cliff, and this earth cliff has to kill some livestock every day, and this is the first time that people have been injured by falling.

What is he doing on the cliff? For a long time, I was puzzled by this question, and there is no answer to this day. Maybe it's something you see, and some people often say that they will see something on the cliff, sometimes it's a sheep, sometimes it's a woman. But I didn't see the grain once.

Daddy was carried to Xigou on the way to come, and since then he has begun the darkest and most painful part of his life. Who would have thought that the end of the cave slasher's path would be so tragic, more difficult than that of anyone in the ditch who was going to die. Since his mouth has eaten soil and grains, it has been very difficult, and he can't swallow it even if he bothers to feed him grain.

"Prepare for the aftermath, pick up the grain." That's what the old people in the ditch say.

"Think of a way, collect food, you can't watch him starve to death." The second aunt under the slope said so.

What can you think of? When it was time to think, I thought about collecting grain, turned the grains into juice, steamed the eggs into porridge, broke my mouth open, and poured it in. Poured it quickly and vomited quickly, and after pouring it, I lost confidence in picking up grain.

Then wait for the aftermath. I didn't die, I survived the winter, I survived the spring, and I saw that the summer was going to get through. People are thin as a handful of firewood, but they are immortal. He was so strong, so strong that all the people who came to see him wiped their tears one by one.

Good people come from the road, why do good people suffer from this? A good person should go well, let him eat and drink, and walk comfortably - the people in the ditch sprinkled their sympathy boundlessly, and only at this time did the people in the ditch know that they came to this life, it was really pitiful, pulling three babies, cutting so many points for others, and the day of comfort had not passed, and they were leaving.

Let's go.

The day was very peaceful, and he drank a few spoonfuls of porridge stubbornly, and then called his grandchildren one by one, touched his head, and was very reluctant, squeezing out a few tears. Finally, he called the dog and said that he wanted to wear old clothes. Strange, he doesn't call Shui Yingying, but calls dogs.

When the dog dressed the old clothes for the road, he was sure that his father was really leaving, so he rushed to the front and cried. This cry disturbed the heart of the way he came, originally, he had to say something to the grain, a big thing, but as a result, he didn't say it when he was in his last breath.

He took a secret into the dirt.

He Shuyang, the second eldest of the He family in Donggou, was caught by him when he leaked a letter to the security team.

Standing in front of the grave, I can't really say anything. Good? Bad? Daddy's journey in this life is really unspeakable. A person has gone through his life in his own way, and he has left too many things to sigh for the world. If it weren't for Sister-in-law Wu telling this secret to Gleaning Grain when she was dying, I'm afraid that Gleaning would never have thought that Gleaning would have come to be a person who hated everyone.

Hate the rich and the poor, and the only ones who don't hate are their three brothers and sisters.

The night wind is cold, and the night of the tenth day of the seventh month is always cold.

Time is like an arrow, and it is a few years to run. Yiling's traditional Chinese medicine alternates between withering and glory, and the pharmacist picks up grain and slowly ages. On April 6, 1985, on the occasion of the grand publication of the "Qingshiling Pharmacopoeia", a generation of pharmacists picked up grain and closed their eyes forever.

This year's traditional Chinese medicine has grown very vigorously.