In the evening, when the train arrived at the station, the two sisters followed Zhang Peng with large bags and small bags.

"Fellow, do you want to take the car?" "Little brother, where are you going?" "Is it going to the Great East Gate, or is it going to the dam?" As soon as I got out of the station, a bunch of tricycles and rickshaws surrounded me.

"Daidongmen Takeshita Village." Zhang Peng said.

"Ten bucks." An old farmer with a straw hat and a vest and swarthy skin stepped forward and said.

When I turned my head, it was a very large tricycle, and three people and luggage were barely enough to sit. Zhang Peng looked at it and asked, "We are very heavy, can you pull it?" ”

The old farmer immediately laughed and said, "Little brother, don't worry, the old man doesn't have anything, he just has strength." ”

Since the old farmer said so, Zhang Peng didn't say anything more, let the two sisters put the package in the car, and then sat down.

"Crunch ......"

When the two sisters got into the car, the tricycle sank slightly, making a slight grinding sound. When the old farmer saw it, he didn't take it to heart, thinking that the car was loose. But who knows, once you step on the pedal, you can't step on it!

"Ugh!" The old farmer tried his best, and the tricycle finally moved slowly. When the surrounding drivers saw this, they all laughed.

"Lao Zhang, okay?" "Didn't you eat enough at noon?" "No, don't force it."

The old farmer advanced more than ten meters, but he couldn't move anymore. He never thought that these three people and their luggage were so heavy, heavier than pulling two cows.

"Big nephew, come here." The old farmer pointed to a tall and big strong man not far away and shouted.

"Uncle, not really." The strong man got out of the car, trotted over, and said with a smile.

"I can't do this business, it's up to you." The old farmer said helplessly.

"As for it?" The strong man looked puzzled, got into the car, and stepped on it hard, only to know the depth.

"No, ten dollars is too little, we have to add five dollars." The strong man turned his head, stretched out five fingers, and said to Zhang Peng.

"Add ten." Zhang Peng said arrogantly.

"Then you might as well have two cars." The strong man said. Although the people in the Tashan area are strong, they are also simple and honest, and they will not be greedy for the cheap people in their hometowns.

"We like to sit together." Zhang Peng said.

"Okay then." After the strong man finished speaking, he pedaled the car hard and went in the direction of the Great East Gate.

Located in the east of the Tasan area, the Great East Gate is an ancient stone gatehouse that is said to be thousands of years old. There are three natural villages in the vicinity of the gatehouse, namely Baihe Village, Miaojia Village, and Zhuxia Village. Shirakawa Village is located in the westernmost part and closest to the gatehouse, while Takeshita Village is located in the easternmost part and closest to Tower Hill.

Tower Hill is one of the two mountains in Ryozan City, and it is also the origin of the city's name. The center of Ryozan City, located in the middle of two large mountains, has been a place where bamboo products have been manufactured and sold since ancient times.

The tricycle walks on the potholed concrete road, wading through a puddle or two of stagnant water from time to time, splashing small splashes. Along the way, there are many remnants of walls painted with advertisements, and there are large areas of flat land with awnings, which are specially used to dry bamboo.

Looking at the scenery of the dilapidated town, more than ten minutes later, the tricycle passed under the stone gatehouse of an old and mottled city full of medical advertisements for "old military doctors cure all diseases", "specializing in infertility" and "selling baby pills".

When I saw the Great East Gate, I went to my hometown. This is the impression left by Zhang Peng when he was a child, whenever he sees this gatehouse that has gone through a hundred years of wind and rain, he has the feeling of going home. At this moment, Grandma must have cooked porridge, fried eggs, made half a bowl of pickles, took a small bench, and sat at the door waiting for him to come back.

Both sisters sat quietly, looking at the scenery along the way, and did not speak. For them, this is also their hometown. Zhang Peng's grandmother treated them as her own little granddaughters since she was a child, and she loved them kindly and lovingly, and also planted two longan trees for them. Not only that, but a small room was also reserved for them, and the door was usually closed, not for anyone to live in, and only when they came back could they open the door. The things they couldn't take with them were all left in the house.

When they were young, Grandma Zhang Peng often hugged them and said to them, "The prairie is windy, and they live in yurts, and they are here today and there tomorrow." The houses here are made of stone, and when you come back, the houses are there. From now on, this is your hometown. ”

Their father was an orphan who grew up in a welfare home and had never heard of any relatives. As for the mother's side, the mountains and rivers are far away, and they have only been back once. And it comes and goes in a hurry, and it is not very welcome. Therefore, their concept of hometown is only Takeshita Village, the ancestral house of the Zhang family, Grandma Zhang, Grandpa Zhang, little uncle, little aunt......

"Crunch...... Crunch...... Crunch ......"

The strong man pedaled the car hard, sweating profusely, and wiping his face with a towel from time to time.

"I said man, you guys came back with a few big bags of bricks, so heavy." The strong man looked back and said. No matter how you look at it, a well-proportioned young man, plus two little girls, is only more than 300 pounds, which is not too much. The heavy should be their luggage, and at a glance, there are really a lot of big bags and small bags. But he didn't know that it was these two delicate little girls who really sank. The body density of the cultivators was far beyond that of ordinary people, and their weight was about the same as that of two large buffaloes.

After another ten minutes or so, three and a half boys stood on the side of the road in the distance. As soon as they saw Zhang Peng, they ran over excitedly, shouting as they ran.

"Big brother is back!" "The eldest sister is back!" "Second sister is back!"

The childish voice came from far and near, and Zhang Peng and the two sisters suddenly showed surprise and asked the strong man to stop. The three sons of the little uncle came to pick them up, one tall and one fat and one small, the tall and thin nickname is "A Dog", the fat and sturdy one is "A Pig", and the thin and small one is "A Rat".

"Big brother, big sister, second sister." The three of them shouted happily.

"Hmm." Zhang Peng patted Ah Zhu on the shoulder.

"Good~" Xiao Tianqing immediately took out a large handful of snacks from her bag and stuffed them with the Empress of the Flower Flag.

Then, three little boys helped carry things, two sisters carried hiking bags, and Zhang Peng took the lead and walked into the concrete road of the village.

On the big stone on the side of the road, there are three big characters engraved with "Takeshita Village", which are painted with gold lacquer, and the atmosphere is vigorous. It is said that when the Zhang family migrated over 500 years ago, I don't know which generation of old ladies wrote it. The meaning is also very elegant, from the poem "The stream is long, and there are people under the bamboo".

But in fact, Zhang Peng did not inherit the elegant style of their ancestors of the Zhang family, he was a greedy and lustful person, a cunning and cunning person.

On both sides of the village road are small patches of farmland. These are not fields, just grow some onions, ginger and garlic, cucumbers, tomatoes, cabbage and so on, and eat them every day. Behind the farmland, there are patches of old rural houses.

Its architectural structure is very similar to the courtyard houses in the north, and it is called "Four Points of Gold" by the locals.

The four-point gold pattern is usually surrounded by a wall on the outside, with a granite paved patio in the middle, and a well is usually drilled in the southwest corner. The house sits on the north and faces south, and from the main gate there is a patio, two transept rooms on the left and right, a kitchen and a firewood room on the west side, and a toilet and a farm tool room on the east side.

The patio used to be the hall, located on the north side, with a large bedroom on the left and right of the hall, and two on the left and two on the left if the family has a large population.

Zhang Peng's family is very large, with four uncles and an aunt, all of whom are married. Due to the large number of family members, the architectural pattern of the old house is an upgraded version of the four-point gold, commonly known as "four-point gold and two sprays".

Its structure is on the architectural pattern of four points of gold, with an independent courtyard on the left and right. There is a side door, and then there is a small patio, with three large rooms to the north, three small rooms to the west or east, and a small door to the south. These two courtyards are symmetrical and are known as the East Courtyard and the West Courtyard.

The old house of the Zhang family, there are four sets of toilets and bathrooms alone, which can accommodate twenty or thirty people during the Chinese New Year.

After walking on the village road for five or six minutes, I walked through a short ridge and walked into the alley.

The alley is between the houses and the houses, very narrow, only more than a meter wide, and there are drainage canals on the left and right, so only two people can walk side by side. Looking up, the wall is so high that you can only see a glimmer of sky.

Walking through the two mansions, turning a corner, a long-lost picture came into view.

An old woman with gray hair was sitting in front of the old gate, under the eaves covered with black moss on the tiles, sitting on a small bench, looking calmly in the direction of the alley. This old woman is Zhang Peng's grandmother, who is seventy years old this year, and she is still healthy and full of energy.

The moment he saw Zhang Peng, his originally godless eyes immediately lit up.

"My grandson." Grandma Zhang Peng stood up excitedly, took three steps and made two steps, and then pinched and touched Zhang Peng.

"I'm back." It was only then that Zhang Peng had the opportunity to say a word.

"Grandma~" The two sisters poked their heads out from behind Zhang Peng and shouted crisply.

"Ouch, my little darling, my little granddaughter, come on, eat porridge." Grandma Zhang Peng was immediately overjoyed, grabbed one in one hand, ignored Zhang Peng, and walked straight to the house.

Suddenly, Zhang Peng only felt a cool breeze blowing, and he was ignored......

Crossing the threshold of the gate, a young woman in her thirties and forties greeted her. With fair skin and a thick body, she is Zhang Peng's little aunt.

"Xiaopeng is back." She said with a smile, warm and generous.

"Well, I'm back." Zhang Peng nodded and said.

"Go get some porridge, I'm going to be hungry on the way." The little aunt greeted.

After washing their hands and entering the kitchen, the two sisters had already started eating under the greeting of Grandma Zhang Peng. There is a large plate of poached eggs on the table, all of which are small, fried golden and crispy, which makes people appetite greatly. In addition, there are pickles, peanuts, fried fish, stuffed pig's trotters, fried vegetables and so on.

Turning his head, he saw a large cauldron on the stove. When the lid was lifted, it was full of white porridge, enough for twenty or thirty people. The tradition of Tashan is to cook a large pot of porridge in the morning and eat it until the evening. Anyway, you can eat at any time of the day as long as you want to. This is similar to the steamed buns in the north, when you want to eat it, you can eat it with green onions and garlic.

Zhang Peng filled the bowl, and as soon as he sat down to eat, he saw his grandmother holding a big banana fan and fanning the two sisters.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

For a while, Zhang Peng only felt that feng shui took turns, and he finally felt the depression of the two sisters on weekdays. His grandmother, is it a kiss......

ps：

Thank you to Yue Weiyang QD for actively replying to the post and actively chasing up.

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