The drought has scalded the air, and even though it is a moonlit night, the temperature in the mountains has not dropped much, and it is a little better to sit, and if you move a little, you will sweat. Mr. Lao Shu, www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion, sat under the peach tree in the courtyard, and shook the pu fan for a while, fanning the wind at the same time, driving away the blood-sucking flower-footed mosquitoes. He had already quit smoking, and he rolled the horn barrel one after another.

Zeng Mengchun was completely crazy. There is no doubt about that. Mr. Lao Shu and his eldest son, Zeng Fanxing, chained his feet and locked him in his house. He didn't eat, he would murmur with the "fairy" for a while, and he would shout and curse with the "dead man" for a while, and the whole family would be disturbed by him, and everything was messed up.

Mr. Zeng Qingping, an old scholar in his early sixties, was originally a warm and watery character, slow and never impatient, and he was originally a character who could drink three bowls of porridge when he hit the top of his head. This time it also made him sad, and his gray hair turned white overnight.

The family was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

As the old saying goes, "the predecessors are not as strong as the descendants", which is really to the point. Mr. Lao Shu lamented in his heart. From his great-grandfather down, he is really not as good as the generation. I've read poetry myself, but now? Except for helping the villagers write couplets during the Chinese New Year every year, it is useless. So far, let alone getting ahead, it is a great blessing to be able to solve the problem of food and clothing, no disease and no disaster.

God really has no eyes, I want to be cautious in my life, be kind to others, and have no quarrel with the world, how can there be so many twists and turns? When you are old, the loess is covered to the top of your head, and you still want to see your children suffer from this, God, do you still let people live?

The past is like smoke around him, wisps of tugging, whirling and rolling in his mind, and the real knife is broken, irrepressible.

Zeng Qingping is called Mr. Lao Shu by the villagers because he has read a lot of books. In Xinghua Village, although their family can be regarded as a scholarly family, in general, it has been very unsmooth, and the qualifications of the generations are mediocre, and they have never produced a talent.

Bad luck seems to have started with a great-grandfather.

My great-grandfather's name was Mr. Zengsi. He was gifted and intelligent, learned at the age of five, memorized four books and five classics backwards, passed the county examination and the government examination at the age of sixteen, and was the youngest child in the county at that time. It's a pity that I tried repeatedly and failed, and I couldn't get a show talent after a lifetime.

is getting older and older, and the talent is not yet in the middle of the show, and the matter of marrying a wife and having children to pass on the family line cannot be delayed. In order to make a living, he found a job as a gentleman in a private school outside the mountain. He is patient, careful, and very good at teaching, and has several talents under his hands, and one of them has won the lift.

There is a local saying that says, "The eyebrows are short, and the oval hairs are long." This sentence sounds rude, but it is a sad truth, which means that the descendants are stronger than the ancestors, and the students overshadow the husband.

It is said that this was said by the great-grandfather Mr. Zeng Si. It's actually a poignant story.

At that time, Mr. Zeng Si saw that his students were in Xiucai, so he made a comeback and went to the government with the students to take the exam, but the result was that the students entered the school and won the Xiucai, and he was still a child. He doesn't accept death: the student's four books and five classics are all taught by himself, and it is said that his knowledge is lower than his own. Something must have gone wrong.

He made persistent efforts, and took the exam twice in a row, but the result was still the same, every time a student entered the school, and he still failed the list, at this time he was in his fifties, and he had taken the exam more than ten times in the past 40 years or was still a child, he couldn't help but be sad and indignant, and looked up to the sky and sighed: "The eyebrows are short first, and then the egg hairs are long." The time is also fate, and it is impossible to force it, and since then the heart of the imperial examination has been extinct.

My grandfather and father had mediocre qualifications, and although they also went to school, they didn't even get the qualifications for children, but their family style of studying remained unchanged. Zeng Qingping has been smart since he was a child, and his grandfather praised him for having the style of a great ancestor and having the potential to read. Although the Manchu Dynasty had fallen at that time and the Republic of China abolished the imperial examination, his family still sent him to school. And when he was a teenager, he went to the provincial capital, and he was the only one in Xinghua Village who carried a bookcase to study in the provincial capital.

It's a pity that his luck is worse than that of his great-grandfather, Mr. Zeng Si,

First of all, my father encountered bandits on the way to sell tung oil in Zhoucheng, his goods were robbed, and people were also shot. My grandparents died of illness in grief and anger. It was inevitable that the family would fall in the middle of the road, Zeng Qingping was forced to drop out of school and return to his hometown, marry a wife and have children, support his mother and younger brothers, run around the fields, and become a rural village husband.

Despite this, he is the only one in Xinghua Village who has read all the Four Books and Five Classics, and is recognized as the highest in learning, and he was given the nickname of "Mr. Old Book" by everyone.

According to the class division method during the later land reform, his ancestors should be regarded as small landowners. After all, the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and although the family was in the middle of the road, it was still slightly stronger than the ordinary villagers, and he was classified as a wealthy middle peasant during the land reform, which also made him suffer a lot.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the state put forward the slogan of running education on a large scale and eliminating illiteracy. During the period of the Republic of China, there were internal and external troubles, the people were not able to make a living, and there were very few rural people who could enter the school.

First, the district government transferred him to be a clerk, but because his gentle temperament did not match the revolutionary style of the leader's vigorous and resolute leadership, it happened that there was a shortage of teachers in the middle school, so he was transferred to the town middle school as a language teacher. He has long been exhausted by the heavy burden of his family, and he is very satisfied with this leisurely job as a teacher. He is conscientious and diligent in teaching and educating people.

He was a man of good learning and modesty, and he was deeply respected by his students and young teachers, and he slowly rose from teacher to dean. Just when he was about to be promoted to principal, he was calculated by his competitors, saying that he had not cleared up the poison of capitalism and was dissatisfied with socialism,...... The matter was reported to the district government, and although he was not dealt with at that time, the principal could not be done.

After the opponent came to power, he kept putting on small shoes for him, and the teaching director couldn't be a teacher, but still worked as a teacher. At this time, the movement to rectify the party and break the four olds was vigorously launched, and he was condemned as the four olds without any suspense and was to be sent to other places for labor reform.

After returning home, he honestly farmed and farmed as a member, reading books, newspapers, writing and writing in his spare time, and had no quarrel with the world. A few years later, the Cultural Revolution broke out, and because of the stain of the Four Olds, the Red Guards and rebels of the Commune came to his house in a mighty manner. Fortunately, someone reported in advance, and he hid most of the old bookcases, and only a few copies of the Four Books and Five Classics were seized from his house.

Over the years, he was cautious and walked by cutting his toenails, for fear of stepping on an ant. Finally, he was not guilty again, and gradually breathed a sigh of relief. Now that he is old, he has grandchildren and grandchildren, only Zeng Mengchun, a full cub, is by his side, I thought that in a few years, when he marries and becomes a family, he will be able to go to see his ancestors and ancestors with peace of mind.

He also firmly believed that his son Meng Chun had collided with the demon, because he had seen it decades ago.

That's right, the scene at that time was indeed very similar to his son Meng Chun, if he could be invited, he should be able to cure Chun Lingzi.

It seemed that he had caught the driftwood when he was drowning, and Mr. Lao Shu was so excited that he got so carried away that the cigarette butt burned his fingers, and the pain was so painful that he hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt, threw his fingers again and again, and approached his mouth to smear it with saliva.

At this time, the eldest son Zeng Fanxing came out of the house, saw that he was a little embarrassed, walked up to him, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" “

Mr. Lao Shu was slightly embarrassed and said, "The fireworks are hot, don't worry." You still haven't slept yet? ”

Zeng Fanxing pulled a stool and sat down, sighed and said:

"Where can I sleep? What do you say about my brother? “

"What can I do?"

"But, it can't be dragged out like this! Why don't you go find your sister, let's get together, and send my brother to the hospital? “

"Does it work?"

"Don't try it, who knows if it's useful?"

"Well, you have this heart, it's good to be able to say that......"

Mr. Lao Shu stood up, paused, looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, as if he had made up his mind, and said to his son: "I have my own opinions on this matter. You have also worked hard in the past two days, rest early, and you will have to work miles during the day. I went out for a walk. “

As he spoke, he slowly walked out of the courtyard, Zeng Fanxing looked at his father's rickety back in the moonlight, his nose was sore, his hands were clapping his head heavily, and he let out a long sigh.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Lao Shu appeared in the courtyard of Li Chaokuan's house, a drunkard in Team 7.

The drunkard was also enjoying the shade in the courtyard, and was about to go back to the house to rest at this time, when he suddenly saw Mr. Lao Shu, but he was not surprised, stood up and took two steps, and said lightly:

"I figured you'd come to me. To tell you the truth, brother, decades have passed, and now that I am over the age of six, I have long since lost so many scruples. I don't know what to do with Chun Yanzi, otherwise, I don't need you to come to the door to shout, I would have gone to your house a long time ago. “

"Not sure at all?" Zeng Qingping's heart fell into the cold water, and he asked in a dumb voice.

Li Chaokuan handed him a stool to sit down, saluted a harvest brand paper cigarette, and said: "I was not at home the day before yesterday, and when I came back last night, I heard about your family's spring house. It's a big snake, it's become the climate, it's vicious, I'm not completely sure, I can only try it, of course it's good if it works, if it doesn't work, don't blame me. ”

"What do you say? I ask you to help me divulge your secrets, and you are at your risk. It's too late for me to thank you, how can I blame you? Alas, you and I have been friends for decades, and you know how I am a person, but this time there is really no way, thinking about it, it can only affect you...... If I don't say anything, I'll remember it in my heart......"

Zeng Qingping was a little sorry, more grateful and hopeful. Li Chaokuan waved his hand to interrupt the conversation and said:

"Kind words are all nonsense, you and I don't need it. I know you're anxious, so let's sit in the courtyard first, and I'll go back to the house and make some preparations. “

"That's... Well, when are you going to make a move? “

"I was going to your house tomorrow night. Since you're here now, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, so let's do it tonight. You sit down first, I'll go back to the house and get some things, and we'll go later. “

Li Chaokuan turned around and went back to the house, watching his back dissolve into the dim light shadow at the door, Zeng Qingping felt a lot more relaxed.

In Xinghua Village, everyone knows that Li Chaokuan is a drunkard and a lacquer maker. And the one who knows that he has a strange ability and the identity of previous years is probably the only one. If it weren't for the incident with Meng Chun, he would never have broken his promise to invite him. More than thirty years have passed, and he has kept his promise and never divulged his secrets.