Moving the old man out could not make the general's soul change his decision, and by this point, the negotiations had been completely declared a failure, and there was nothing more to say, so he scattered down the hill unhappily, and when he returned to the road, he started the car and turned around and rushed home. During the whole process, the man who ran to the side of the bridge to stop the car retreated far to the bridge deck, looking at me with a little caution and strange eyes, and I don't know whether he was strange at the way I drove alone at night, burned incense paper at the general's grave and climbed up the mountain, or whether he heard me talking on the hillside just now.

The general's soul decided to punish tomorrow for the act of compiling his deeds, so that half of the stage extending to the river would sink into the river, such a big thing, naturally I couldn't hide it, so on the way home, I called my father, and asked him to invite the old village chief and them to the house overnight to discuss the matter, and after the old man took the phone rarely, he told him all the situation first.

I naturally don't believe that with the presence of the old man and me, the general still dares to kill innocents indiscriminately, even if he really has such a hard heart, the old man must be fully capable of stopping it. But in that case, it basically announced that the situation that had been trying to maintain good relations for a period of time had completely disappeared.

This is not the result I want to see, and it is unrealistic to stop the imminent "General's Day", so the ideal way is to not only make the General's Day go on, but also find a way that can be accepted by the general's soul.

The solution I can think of is naturally for the general to tell me his true life experience and erect a new monument, but this guy is not willing at all, he just wants to stop this absurd farce in his eyes, and I can't help it.

Maybe if the old man who speaks more weightily comes forward, this guy who doesn't eat oil and salt will be able to listen to it, after all, the old man was the one who could argue with him head-on and drink him back more than ten years ago.

I thought that this matter would be a thorny problem in front of the old man, but when I was patient and controlled the speed all the way to the safe range that I could control, it was cold at home, and the old village chief and others were not there, and there was no sign of starting over. After asking the old man, I learned that he didn't let my father come over to invite him at all, saying that it was not too early, and it was not appropriate to call them over again, he had already told them the situation by phone, it was not a big deal, and it was not too late to go over early tomorrow to deal with it.

Although he still has no bottom in his heart, especially seeing that the old man is light and light, he doesn't take this matter to heart at all, and he is even more worried that he will use repressive means to force it when the time comes, but after thinking about it, the old man is old, and the thoroughness of seeing the problem is not comparable to me at all, how can he be so impulsive and reckless, so he was relieved and obeyed his arrangement.

Even if I was still a little worried, I still slept soundly at home this night.

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, Pan Guanglong drove his black Buick sedan to the road outside my house, and Pan Changhong got out of the car and entered the yard together.

My mother, who got up earlier, had already prepared breakfast, or vermicelli, and used the bone broth stewed last night, and the leftover dried vegetables as a whistle, and everyone ate a bowl of it, and then they were ready to go, but when I was about to go out, the old man told me that it was okay to have them go, and I didn't need to follow the past to join in the fun, it was better to stay at home and help my mother, and it would be better to clean up when I was fine.

I had already tacitly agreed that the old man would let me go, even if there was no matter of the general's anger, I wanted to go over to see the excitement, but as the old man spoke, naturally I couldn't go, so I had to watch them get in the car and leave together, leaving only me and my mother, and the little yellow dog who was holding a bone and gnawing at home.

It's okay to accompany the old man to the general's grave, and it's not appropriate to leave the old man at home alone. And the old man's meaning couldn't be more obvious, during this period, I should maintain peace of mind, not suitable for distractions for other things, let alone for fun.

In this way, taking advantage of today's holiday "holiday", the heart of running to see the meeting like most people is also broken, so after the two cars left one after the other, they packed up their mood and began to help their mother prepare things for the festival together.

February 2 is the day when the dragon raises its head, also known as "Spring Ploughing Festival", "Agricultural Festival", "Spring Dragon Festival", because the land of China has been an agricultural country since ancient times, in the ancient times when the production capacity was low, all dynasties and dynasties will take this day very seriously, to this day, no matter how noble the imperial relatives and relatives, civil and military officials also have to personally go down to the field to plough the land, and the emperor will personally set an example earlier, so there is a saying that "the emperor sends food, and the royal driver ploughs pro-ploughing".

As for the origin of "the dragon raises its head", the legend is that Wu Zetian abolished Tang Lizhou as the emperor, which angered the Jade Emperor and ordered the Dragon King not to rain for three years. The dragon king could not bear to be miserable, so it secretly rained a lot, so the Jade Emperor beat out of the heavenly palace, the town under the mountain, the people of Li remembered the grace of the dragon king's rainfall, in order to save the dragon king, pray to the sky every day, and finally ask the Jade Emperor to open the grace, on the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, the dragon king will be released from the bottom of the mountain, so there is a saying that the second dragon raised its head in February, all parts of the country on this day, will worship the dragon in various ways to pray for rain, so that God blesses the harvest.

As for our place, because it is a mountainous area of ethnic minorities, the way of sacrifice is also more different, and the meaning given is more, the most important thing is to boil red eggs and sacrifice bridges. Because people believe that people come to the world from another world, they all come from the bridge, and the bridge is built to worship the bridge, aiming to pray for the "bridge god" to send blessings, hoping that the wind and rain will be smooth, the people will be prosperous, and the travel will turn evil into good fortune. In addition to the sacrifice bridge, there are usually some large trees, stones, wells, or some ancient things that are considered to have divine nature, so that the gods will bless the child from disasters and diseases, and make it easier for the child to become a human being. On this day, people will bring incense paper candles, candy, boiled red eggs and glutinous rice, cut paper and other offerings, go to the nearby bridge, well, or under the big tree to worship, give passers-by the food brought by their own home, hold all kinds of grand events, very grand, even the Han people who migrated here, have gradually been assimilated.

I remember when I was a child, if I went to school on this day, there would be a lot of people waiting to send their own food to passers-by wherever there were bridges and wells. By the time I got to school, I couldn't eat it anymore, and my bag was stuffed with various eggs of various colors and sizes, and sticky rice balls. In addition to these, the elders will also use wool to weave into an "egg basket", put the dyed eggs into it, let the children hang around their necks to play, when they are young, the first thing they do when they arrive at school is to find someone everywhere to "beat eggs" to see who has harder eggs around their necks.

When I came back last night, my mother had already boiled all the eggs and duck eggs that I was going to use today, and then helped her dye them all overnight, there were three colors: red, green, and purple, which looked good together, and when they were cooked, they were fifty, and I ate three or four while working.

When the day is completely bright, the glutinous rice has been steamed, and while it is hot to form about 20 fist-sized rice balls, and smeared with a little red, I carried the basket with my mother and led the dog to close the door and go to the sacrificial bridge.

Opposite the Tianba in Lijiazhai, there is a cement bridge leading to the opposite mountain, which was repaired by the Li family at the beginning, so generally after the small bridge and small well in front of and behind the house are sacrificed, the people of the Li family will come here last, and in addition, like the Pan Laohai family opposite my house, these have moved to Lijiazhai. I will also come here for convenience, and there is no small bridge and well near my house, so I came directly to this cement bridge.

The paper-cut brought together was pasted on the bridge, and the offerings were burned with incense paper, and the youngest elder Li Rui and Manmai also came over with baskets, and after waiting for a while, there were gradually more people, and the children who came down from the village on the mountain to go to school, and the people who went out to watch the meeting, also passed a little better. The last circle was down, and the things in the basket were sent out, but they also received some from other families, and they were persuaded by Pan Laohai and other people with foreign surnames who came later to drink some wine and eat a few pieces of big fat meat.

Now life has been much better, I can't eat much, and I send each other back and forth, just a heart, a good luck.

Originally, I wanted to go to the bridge under the Pan's courtyard, which was more crowded and lively, to have a festive atmosphere, but when I thought that the old man didn't let me join in the fun, I simply gave up, and waited for my mother and a few women, and made an appointment to go to a sister-in-law's house to play mahjong, and after blowing the cow with Uncle Li Rui, I went home with the basket.

Since the little daughter-in-law and I lived at home for half a month, the small suite on the second floor has officially become my territory, and my things at home have been cleaned up by my mother, and the original room, in my mother's words, is left to Sister Yun's mother and daughter to live in when they come again.

The reason why I slept soundly last night, in addition to the fact that the conditions on the mountain are really not good, is more natural because there is the breath left by Zhang Xiaowei in the room, and after lying down on the bed with nothing to do, I had a video chat with the little daughter-in-law who was far away in the provincial capital and had gone to the store to open for business.

After more than ten days, the store has been back on track, although it has not yet encountered a "big business" such as evil ghosts harming people, but relying on the sale of amulets and talismans painted by Yuan Jinzhu, and wholesale bracelet pendants and ornaments, it can still maintain a balance of income and expenditure, and there is still some surplus. Yuan Jinzhu no longer wandered around like he did in the first few days, stayed in the store for more and more time, and began to let Yang Xiaotian get in touch with his Taoist things, but it was said that he didn't seem to be in a good mood, and after a few days, Yang Xiaotian didn't learn anything, but he was scolded a lot, and he didn't want to say anything if he had encountered something unpleasant. And Sister Yun's leisure city has changed her career and invested in Western restaurants, which has also come from the planning stage to the implementation stage, and it seems that she is quite busy, and most of the time Zhang Xiaowei helps take Li Nuo.

As for Luo Wenxin, he is still recuperating from his injuries in the so-called hospital that the police do not disclose to the public, and he has been transferred from that dark and cramped room to the front ward, and they have already gone to see me once.

All in all, everything was fine except that I wasn't there. All the haze of the previous year has completely disappeared and receded after the end of the year, and it has no longer had any impact.

Zhang Xiaowei knows that the beginning of the stage when I live with the old man on the mountain is very important to me, and I can't be disturbed too much by the outside world, so these days, the number of times I take the initiative to talk to me is very small, even if I look for her in seconds, I will try my best to avoid telling me what I have, even if I know that I am "on vacation" today, and I will lie at home and sleep at this time, I will not "drive" with me, and I will rub oil in the air, whenever I want to bring the topic to those who do not, she will be cleverly avoided. Of course, I also know that thinking about those things at this time is tantamount to finding myself unhappy, so I just think that it is a bit fun to advance and retreat like this, and to satisfy a little bad taste after a few teasing, it will be over.

After chatting for about an hour, Xiao Li Nuo, who was left in the store by Sister Yun, couldn't stay and began to smoke and want to go out to play, so Zhang Xiaowei took the opportunity to hang up the video, threw me aside, and stopped molesting.

Throwing away the phone, I thought about it for a while, and then fell asleep unconsciously.

In a daze, I seemed to hear someone shouting outside, and then, the mobile phone rang on the side.

When I woke up, I grabbed my phone and saw that Master Wu, who I knew because of Pan Guanghai and his wife, called.

I didn't have to answer the phone, because the moment I woke up, I had already heard his voice faintly coming in from the road outside, so I quickly got up and walked out of the room, and looked out the window, and sure enough, it was on the road.

Arrived with Master Wu, as well as Boss Feng of the fourth-son shop when his father bought a car, and the flaming BYD Tang DM.

"Look like you're at home alone, woken up by us?" Seeing me poking my head out of the window, Master Wu said with a smile.

Both of them are well-known figures in the county, so they came to the general's grave as guests to watch the ceremony, and they have already met their father there, as well as the old man who is not well-known, but attended as the number one guest.

Hearing them say that they came from the general's grave, I always had a little hanging heart, and I immediately let go completely.

Since he participated in the sacrificial ceremony and came here happily, it means that the tragedy did not happen.