I was lucky enough to be able to get back from the airport at half past two in the morning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There were two passengers, a middle-aged man and an elderly man. The old man sat in the back, and the middle-aged man sat in the co-pilot. Didi shows that the middle-aged man has the surname Sun.

When we chatted, I realized that the person surnamed Sun also went out from the countryside here in his early years.

After careful inquiry, I found that the place where I live now is not far from this hometown.

I called my uncle and asked him about the tuba.

"Sun Liguo."

I said: "Then Uncle Sun, are you returning home?" ”

Sun Liguo waved his hand and said, "The leaves fall back to the roots." ”

The two of us had a good chat, but the old man sitting in the back seat did not speak, and his eyes were always staring out the window.

I said, "Although it can't be compared with the southeast coast, we have changed a lot in recent years. ”

The old man turned his head and smiled in the rearview mirror. I took a closer look, a little familiar, very kind, and the age is really not young. So I unconsciously drove the car more steadily.

Sun Liguo was talkative, and I didn't know why, we chatted and chatted, and it became him telling me a story, a story about the god of welcoming the poor:

In the past, there was a Chinese New Year's Eve. After eating dumplings, let's see, the year is about to pass. The old and young masters of Xiahe Village in the east of the town shouted at their relatives and neighbors, holding two kicks, first gathering at the entrance of the village, and then setting off firecrackers together while strolling south.

Gaha go?

Welcome to the God of Wealth!

It's hard to say when people are preaching; On the evening of the thirtieth day, the God of Wealth will strike from the south.

As for welcoming the God of Wealth, no one needs to organize it, and the people have spontaneously joined in this activity.

The sound of kicking feet gradually moved away from the entrance of the village, and a thatched house surrounded by a dilapidated earthen wall in the north of the village was lit up and flickered.

In the house, Sun Lao Er, who was wearing a coat and sitting on the warm kang, said to the eldest brother sitting opposite the kang table: "Brother, why don't we follow to welcome the God of Wealth?" ”

"Heh, welcome poop. Can you meet it? Can you come back with us? Where do you sit in our house? What to eat? What to drink? Boss Sun laughed and scolded and pointed to the half-pot of big ballast on the kang table, as well as the half-ear old corn held by his younger brother: "In this big year, you can't eat this, right?" ”

"You can't be so nagging, brother. I thought, this other people's family will go to welcome us, let's not go, and turn back to the God of Wealth and his old man to hold a grudge against our family. This thing is like the secretary of the brigade holding a banquet for his boy, and he doesn't necessarily remember it, but our poor people can't afford to give gifts, and those who don't go, who doesn't have a few bags of fertilizer issued by the state? Sun Lao Er put down the old corn and looked worried.

"You can pull it down. The god of wealth, the shriveled calf, forgot about our family eight hundred years ago, and his grandmother had three grandchildren. From the time our father got sick to left, how much money did he spend? Famine has an asshole. For so many years, our brothers have been working tirelessly, and we are reluctant to buy the pants when they are washed. Don't think about it, let's pay back the famine this year, and we'll be better in the coming year. When the time comes, your brother will earn a few more years and save some money to marry you a daughter-in-law. Tsk, what kind of color is that? Boss Sun said, taking a sip of the big rice porridge.

Boss Sun is actually not big, only twenty-five. But after years of hard farming, he is no younger than those in his forties in the city.

Rural people don't know what the eldest brother is the father, Boss Sun can always dream that the day his father left, grab him, tell him over and over again to manage his brother, and keep babbling until he leaves.

Well, the second child is also twenty years old during the New Year, and he has to hurry up to earn money to marry his daughter-in-law.

"Hey, hey, hey. That's okay, brother, you sit on the kang and eat first, and I'll go and refill the stove with some firewood. Sun Lao Er said that he was about to go to the ground.

"Stop. Do we have firewood in our house, can I know? This is the New Year's holiday, don't go to the village to borrow it, add to others' needs. Boss Sun waved his hand.

Sun Lao Er listened to his brother and sat back in a daze. The face (sai) was not very good-looking, and after a long time, he said: "Brother, do you say that our family is so poor?" This thirty-year-old still has to sleep on the kang with my brother, and the poor are fucking aggrieved! ”

There was silence in the thatched hut, and you could hear the wind leaking in from all sides.

After a while, Boss Sun, who had also been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "Hey, I remember." Our family is poor like this grandmother, and the God of Wealth is definitely not happy to come. Simply, let's go and meet the poor god. ”

"What's the matter? Poor God? Have I ever heard of it? Although Sun Lao Er said this, hope was rekindled in his voice.

"You've only been eating salty salt for a few years? You know. If you don't mention it, I really forgot. As the old saying goes, this poor god really has to be poor like our grandmother to be eligible to welcome it. Boss Sun laughed and scolded.

"Then, brother, where do you have to run to meet this poor god?" Sun Lao Er is also used to being scolded by his brother, and he is actually more concerned about this now.

"God of Wealth, come south. What about the poor god, brother, get dressed, and let's go north. Boss Sun said as he got down to the ground and put on his shoes.

Sun Lao Er also hurriedly put on his coat.

The brothers came out of their homes and went out along the dirt road behind the village.

……

"Huh, huh, brother, people welcome the God of Wealth, shouting and setting off firecrackers. Let's, huh, our poor god is a miscellaneous charter? Hey, brother, what are you doing in the geography? "Walking in the snow in winter, especially in response to the cold northwest winds, is no easier than crossing the grass for the Red Army in those years. Sun Lao Er gasped and asked his brother.

Boss Sun picked up the branch he kicked out of the snow, held it in his hand, turned back to his brother and said, "It's all out, pick it up and go back to fill the stove pit." Constitution? What else do you use? Let's go to this station, it's his mother's charter. What do you think, brother, the poor god grandfather and his old man looked down from the sky, hey, these two brothers are thirty years old and came out to collect firewood, at least they must be poor and crazy. No way! I'll have to take care of it. ”

"Whew, whew. Brother, pull it quickly, I can see it, don (der) poor god, you just dragged me out to collect firewood. Sun Lao Er said, and also waded out a branch from the snow and picked it up.

"The mouth is closed. If you can't welcome the poor god, see me go home and don't take a spade to spin you. Boss Sun sprayed his brother, and then suddenly said, "Eh." Wait a minute, I seem to be kicking a wooden atsuko. ”

"What, stump? Eh, I'm kicking it too, it's quite long. Sun Lao Er said excitedly. After all, this thing is split and burned, don't rot the branches and burn it, and it's fucking warm.

So, the brothers of the Sun family began to pick this "tree stump".

But picking and picking, Boss Sun stopped abruptly, turned his head to his brother and said, "Don't be afraid, second brother, this is not a tree stump, it is a road down." ”

What is called road falling, that is, people who starve to death, freeze to death, die of disease, and who have been robbed of their beards and can die on the side of the road. Well, dead people.

Can Sun Lao Er not be afraid? In the middle of the night, in the wilderness, that is, his brother is there, otherwise he would have been screaming (liao) early.