Cheng Zhong led the three distinguished guests to the house, and the old Cheng family was overjoyed, which aroused a heat wave of joy.

First, Cheng Zhong had been out for more than a week, and suddenly came home, relieving the worries of the elderly.

The second is to bring three distinguished guests, all of them are magnificent, noble temperament, is the appearance that people in the poor countryside have never seen, aroused everyone's strong interest.

When a few people entered, the family had just finished dinner.

Everyone hurriedly cleaned up the dishes, wiped down the table, and warmly invited the distinguished guests to the kang.

The kang is a unique baby heating facility on the Loess Plateau, simmered with sheep dung in winter, sitting on it is hot, and the whole body is comfortable.

When the distinguished guests come, they must be invited to the big kang in the hall, sit cross-legged, and talk about homely things.

The three distinguished guests were a little uncomfortable, but the guests went to the big kang together.

Master Sanchi likes to meditate cross-legged and sit comfortably on the top.

Xu Shoujun is over sixty years old, similar to Grandpa Cheng Zhong, so he can only sit with him.

Xue Liancheng saw that Cheng Zhong was not on the kang, and after she got on the kang, she quickly slipped down, found a small stool, and sat next to Cheng Zhong.

Dad made hot tea on the stove, and Mom brought fragrant white flour buns for tea to the distinguished guests.

"Canned tea" is also a unique treasure of the Loess Plateau.

The tea leaves are ordinary green tea or brick tea, and the jujube is added after being charred on the stove lid, and then boiled repeatedly on the stove fire in a small clay pot.

Until it boils into a black and red tea soup, then pour it into a small tea bowl and drink.

The tea bowl is not much bigger than the wine glass, and the tea soup poured into it can be drunk in one or two sips.

The tea has just been poured out, the temperature is very high, and it must be sucked and drunk "Su, Su".

In this way, you can not only avoid burning your mouth and tongue, but also taste the special taste of "canned tea".

Drinking it like this while pouring it has a unique flavor in it.

Although two tea cans are used to boil tea together, the speed is still too slow for guests with dry mouths.

Xu Shoujun was already thirsty at this time.

He didn't care about being rude, so he first asked for a big bowl of cold boiled water, and drank it violently.

After drinking, I started to taste the tea.

"Oh, godfather, my family's 'canned tea', but I can't catch up with your 'three bubble table', please bear with me. ”

Cheng Zhong looked at Xu Shoujun and said apologetically.

"Not bad, although the entrance of this 'canned tea' is bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet and mellow, and it is more powerful than the 'three bubbles', but I am a little thirsty, so I have to quench my thirst first and then taste the tea. Ho ho ho ......"

Xu Shoujun was very satisfied with Cheng Zhong calling himself like this, and said with a smile on his face.

Master Sanji never seemed to be visibly hungry or thirsty, and when the bowl was handed to him, he only took a mouthful or two of courtesy.

Xue Liancheng also drank a large bowl of cold water.

He thought the "canned tea" was too bitter, and he didn't dare to drink a sip.

While the guests were drinking tea, Cheng Zhong's elder brother, sister, younger brother, younger sister, nephew, and niece entered the hall one after another, and the room was suddenly crowded with people.

If there is no stool to sit on, they will squat down against the corner of the wall, or stand on the ground in a group of several people.

A few young children who are only one or two years old are held in the arms of older children.

Master Sanji, Xu Shoujun, and Xue Liancheng looked at the family blankly.

They probably never imagined that a farmer in a remote mountainous area would have such a large population.

Xue Liancheng silently counted and counted in her heart, plus the people who cooked in the kitchen, there were a total of eighteen people in this family.

The family, old and young, was talking with a smile and a cheerful mood.

In order to entertain the guests, the eldest brother sat on a chair, stilted Erlang's legs, and pulled up the erhu.

The second brother stood against the wall and played the flute.

The dolls scrambled to sing familiar songs.

There are individual soloists, mostly in chorus, and everyone who can sing joins in.

Considering that two guests were from Tibetan areas, Cheng Zhong personally took the lead and sang a grassland children's song:

"I'm a little steppe herdsman,

How heroic it is to hold a whip in his hand.

The grass is green, the sheep are strong,

Look in the eyes, joy in the heart, joy in the heart.

Aha

Look in the eyes, rejoice in the heart, rejoice in the heart!"

Master Sanji took the lead in applauding, and everyone applauded.

My sister-in-law was cooking in the kitchen, and when she heard the excitement here, she couldn't help but come to the hall.

The younger siblings applauded and welcomed her to a song.

She didn't shirk it, and sang an old song that reminisced about the bittersweet and sweet.

The song is long, the lyrics are bleak, and the tune is tactful and melodious.

The sister-in-law has an excellent voice and sincere feelings, which quickly resonated with everyone, and several girls even shed tears.

After singing for a while, he began to sing again.

He sang "Wisdom Fight", "Bitter Talking about the History of Revolutionaries", "Li Yuhe Went to the Banquet to Fight Dove Mountain" and so on.

The famous excerpts of these eight sample plays, the family can sing them one after another.

Everyone is familiar with the lyrics and dialogues, and it is like a rehearsal for the troupe.

The life experiences of the three distinguished guests are very different.

Master Sanji is a born monk, Xu Shoujun is a hero in troubled times, and Xue Liancheng has been living in the deep Tibetan area.

At this moment, in the face of this strange family, the three of them were stunned and felt a lot of emotion in their hearts.

"What a beautiful thing it would be to live in such a rich family relationship!"

Xue Liancheng thought silently.

"Faced with the reality of starvation, how can their emotions be so high?"

Xu Shoujun asked in his heart.

"It's really a special big family, no wonder it can raise an outstanding child like Cheng Zhong!"

In his heart, Master Sanchi admired this kind of family environment.

About an hour later, the meal was served, steaming hot and filling the table, and the aroma came to the nose.

In order to let the guests eat with peace of mind, the children who were still singing just now quickly dispersed.

While talking to his grandfather, Master Sanji slowly moved his chopsticks and tasted the vegetables.

Xu Shoujun, Xue Liancheng and Cheng Zhong had already moved their index fingers and began to devour them.

"Your old man is not very old, he is already in the same house for four generations, and his children and grandchildren are full of children, which is really enviable!"

Master Sanji said to his grandfather.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be.

Ho ho ho, I haven't read a book, I've lived a mess all my life, and it's up to the dolls whether it's good or bad in the future!"

Grandpa said modestly.

"I see that your family has gathered a lot of vigorous energy, and it will definitely develop in the future!"

Master Sanji said with a smile.

"Borrow the auspicious words of the nobleman! grandson Chengzhong, I hope you will take more care of it!"

Grandpa also said with a smile on his face.

Master Sanji is a master of the world, and he does not want to disturb the normal life of Cheng Zhong's family.

After dinner, he insisted on not staying in the hall.

Cheng Zhong had no choice but to lead a few people to his small cave together.

Master Sanchi glanced around the room and found a pair of calligraphy on the wall, so he looked at it carefully.

The writing is crooked, but there is nothing to be desired.

But the content seems to be quite good, it's a poem of chant:

"Mo Dao Yemei is not afraid of the cold,

There is no choice of a place to live.

Where do the scars come from?

The wind, frost, and sword are all devastated.

Born this thing is a pity,

When spring arrives, you know the warmth.

In order to appreciate the grace of heaven and earth,

Beautiful fragrance sprinkled on the world!"

"Amitabha, whose poem is this?"

Master Sanji whispered the Buddha's name, turned his head to Cheng Zhong and asked.

"It must be a big guy, do you need to ask?"

Cheng Zhong pretended to be mysterious and replied with a smile.

Although I am a Tibetan and have dabbled in the poetry and poetry of the Han people, why don't I have any impression?"

Master Sanji said seriously.

Xu Shoujun also came over to take a look, shook his head and said:

"I haven't read the poem either. ”

"Far away in the sky, close in front of you, it's the great poet Cheng Zhong!

Sung Jong said his name and burst out laughing.

"Did you really write it?"

Master Sanji stared at Cheng Zhong as if he didn't believe it.

However, in the blink of an eye, he had already made a judgment in his mind.

It is indeed unacceptable that such an old-fashioned and flavorful poem was written by a young man who was only eleven years old.

But the young man in front of him was constantly "brilliant" in front of him, and his nerves were already a little numb, so it was no wonder.

I heard that it was a poem written by Cheng Zhong, and Xue Liancheng also squeezed over to watch it.

It's just that with his current level of Chinese, I'm afraid he can only look confused.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south!

It is often said that poetry is based on words, and it is fully reflected in this poem!

The first half of this poem is written about the living environment, highlighting the suffering of life.

In the second half, I wrote about my life ambitions, and I was full of confidence.

The whole poem is a self-metaphor for wild plums, full of the will to defy difficulties, the temperament of gratitude and the lofty ambition to benefit the world.

At the same time, the poem implies the principle of the changes of heaven and earth from winter to spring, and has initially comprehended the wonder of the creation of all things.

Good poetry, good poetry, wonderful!"

Master Sanchi seems to be intoxicated by the poetry of Cheng Zhong.

He gave the boy a thumbs up and praised him repeatedly.

Listening to the master's praise like this, Cheng Zhong was a little embarrassed.

He scratched his short hair and said:

"Please take a closer look at the master, it's best to give me some pointers!"

"Please find a pen and paper, how about the old man dare to copy down your poem?"

Master Sanchi said.

He is a well-known calligrapher in Tibet.

At this time, because I didn't dare to compliment Cheng Zhong's calligraphy, I had some itchy skills and wanted to show it here.

Cheng Zhong left for a moment and found a few ordinary large white papers and a few brushes.

The master writes well, has a deep calligraphy foundation, and the pen is strong through the back of the paper.

I copied it again, but I didn't feel like it, so I copied it three times in a row before I stopped.

The content of the poem is in fist-sized font.

At the place of payment, it is written in small characters:

"Honoring the young genius Cheng Zhong chanted a plum poem, and Sanji wrote in the winter of Tiemu Mountain".

A total of four pairs of words were written, and everyone present had one pair.

The three of them praised Master Sanchi's calligraphy together, and everyone was so excited that they didn't want to sleep in the middle of the night.