There was a letter in the baby's basket, Ma Sufeng had not had time to open it, and after Li Lao Er left, he opened it and took a look, the letter said: This child was born to a normal family, but there was a famine every year, and he was really unable to raise it, so he threw it on the side of the road, hoping that a kind family could adopt it and raise it as an adult.

The letter has the child's birth date, Ma Sufeng pinched his fingers and counted, and got a turbidity god, this child's eight characters in the original game of the five elements are all yin, and he was shocked, is this child the person he has been looking for for a few months?

There is a village called Wulipu in Anxian County, northwest of Zhejiang, which is ten miles away from Hongcun Village, and there is a family with the surname "Cha". The husband and wife farm for a living, the man is honest, the woman is virtuous, and they have been married for more than ten years and still have no children.

On this day, the sky was bright, the man got up early to prepare to go to the ground, and the daughter-in-law made baba for lunch at home, and someone knocked on the door, and when the door opened, the person who came was a living person.

The man was carrying a basket in his hand, and in the basket was a baby sleeping, and he was "whooping" with his little fingers, as if he was very hungry. When the peasant woman saw this, she hurriedly opened the door and welcomed the person in, and there was a cloth bag on the back of the visitor, and when she entered the yard, she unloaded it and said, "Big sister, I have a child here, and there is some grain in the bag, can you make some rice paste for him to feed him, this child is afraid that he is hungry." ”

The man and woman lifted the cloth on the basket and looked, "Ouch, the child has big eyes, long eyelashes, and a little red face, and he is very happy.

After feeding a small half bowl of rice cereal, the child fell asleep under the coaxing of the peasant woman, and Ma Sufeng pulled the man aside and said: "I am a monk and a rough person, this child was picked up from outside, I am afraid that I can't raise it myself, can I give it to you and your husband and wife?" ”

The family was delighted, and immediately complied, and asked the man to give him a name.

Ma Sufeng saw that the child was handsome, and there was a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, so he said: "In the future, I hope that this son will be both civil and military, so I will give him the word 'Bin', but if the text is more than the martial arts, add the word 'Wen', in my opinion, just call it Wen Bin." ”

The god of death and the two pillars of the catastrophe are coming, the husband and wife are punished, the son is punished, the father is remarried, the wife is remarried, none of them are spared, the marriage is difficult, the old age is miserable, the lonely and miserable, the six relatives have no fate, the relatives and friends are punished, and the old man is lonely.

Since this child was not born to the Cha couple, it could not be regarded as within the six relatives, so Ma Sufeng thought about finding such a family to adopt, and when he reached a teenager, he would take him as an apprentice and use Taoism to resolve his ferocious anger.

The next day, the village received a notice that the curtain had come down on the "Great Iron and Steel Movement" and that the focus of all life had shifted to the production of food and the restoration of social order. As a result, the people of Hongcun also stopped continuing to excavate the "iron lumps", and the place where the child was found collapsed the next day, and half of the mountain that was originally a cliff collapsed, and half of the general temple under the mountain was buried.

So far, Ma Sufeng has lived in the Wulipu area, built a grass hut, and does not reveal his identity, in addition to drinking, he also eats some coarse tea and light rice, which is no different from ordinary farmers.

I was born two months apart from Cha Wenbin, and it is said that when I was born, my grandfather was holding his old yellow calendar and wanted to show me the eight characters, saying that he had to give me a name that "fits" with the eight characters. When I was born, there was lightning and thunder outside the house, and it was pouring rain, and my father looked at the sky outside the house and said, "If it rains, it will be called summer rain." ”

When my grandfather heard that he had given me this name, he was even more anxious, and he said that I was destined to flood water, and if I took the word "water" in my name, I would be afraid that I would suffer disasters in the future. Where would my father care about him, he turned back to my grandfather and said, "The son I gave birth to, I am in charge, and his name is Xia Yu!" ”

Grandpa couldn't help him, so he stomped his foot angrily, pointed at my father's nose and scolded: "In the future, you will regret it one day, this name will hurt my grandson!" ”

Whenever it was dark, the peasant women in the village would always shout all the way with their voices at their throats: "It's raining!" It's raining! Hurry up and go back to collect your clothes! ”

Whenever this happens, I would rush out of the house and shout to the village, "Hey, who's looking for me!" ”

When I was a child, I didn't have anything to do with Cha Wenbin, but I knew that there was a crazy Taoist priest in Wulipu in the neighboring village, who would often pass by Hongcun to buy wine. When I was a child, I and other children followed him and threw stones, and the crazy Taoist priest did not blame him, but the second master of the village often drove us away at this time, and then sent him home respectfully.

In the summer when I was seven years old, it rained for a month, and the river was flooded with water. After the liberation of the village, a reservoir was built, but after all, because it could not withstand the big water, the embankment was broken, and the flood rushed down, followed by the fish collectively raised in the village in the reservoir all ran out, and the big bighead carp were the size of children.

At that time, the terrain of my house was high, and there was a tea garden at the door, and in front of the tea garden was a ridge, about two meters high, and then down was the river ridge. As soon as the reservoir burst its banks, the water rose to my tea plantation, and standing at the door, I only remember that I saw a big fish washed into the tea garden and stuck in the tea bushes.

Where could I resist this temptation, rushing in barefoot and catching fish with my hands, the fish is alive, and naturally it will run. The sediment-filled flood water rushes down and the water flows too fast, which makes the fish in the calm waters feel deprived of oxygen, and they are all half-floating on the surface. The fish ran in front, revealing its black back, and I was chasing it behind, and there was water everywhere, and I couldn't tell where the road was, where the road was, and where the river was.

All I remember is that I stumbled and sank without stepping on a solid foot.

I don't remember much about what happened after that, except that I was fished up with a net about a kilometer down the village. It is said that people treated me as a big fish, and after I was rescued, I was pressed by someone, and finally woke up and saved my life, but I didn't have time to thank people.

Some things are like this, they are destined in the dark, no one can tell, no one can tell. The man who rescued me was swept away by the flood the next day, and his body was not even found, and I only remember that his name was Ah Fa.

In my father's eyes, my fall into the river was just an accident, but in my grandfather's heart, it was a catastrophe.

My grandfather said that he told me his fortune that there would be an accident when I was seven years old, and if I didn't get it, I would be gone, and the accident happened to be linked to water. He said that he was going to take me away this time, but the person who saved me made a substitute for the dead ghost for me, which was owed to me in my previous life, and I came to pay off the debt in this life. If I still don't change my name, there will be accidents in the next seven years.

When I was a child, I always felt that although his words were a bit of a god, there was some truth in them.

Although my father still didn't believe it, he was a little scared in his heart, so he changed my name to Xia Yi.

Many people will find it strange why my father would give me such a literary name when he is obviously a rough man, in fact, he has no choice but to save face.

Because in the pronunciation of Zhejiang dialect, the pronunciation of "rain" and "Xia Yi" is extremely similar, he is just continuing to fight with his father in this way, at least he still shouts "rain, rain", and he will not lose my grandfather in face.

By the time I was studying, the village had already built a new school on the burned down old house of Qi Lao'er's family. The land has been leveled, the bright five-star red flag fluttering on the central flagpole, the black tiles of the half-white, half-green classrooms, and the sound of reading have long made people forget the tragedy that happened here that year.

The location of the school is mostly meaningful, and although this is an era of atheism, there are still many buildings that refer to Feng Shui in their location.

The location of Hongcun Primary School was decided by my grandfather. My grandfather is the only one in the village who is close to Li Erye, Li Erye is a lonely old man, no children and no daughters, he is very thin, they often play chess together, and occasionally see the crazy Taoist priest with them. It is said that there are things under the ground of Hongcun, some people have buried an emperor in Hongcun before, and some people say that there was once a palace here, at least in that year, people were more concerned about rations, as for those legends, they were just talking about boring time after dinner.

Although the relationship between my grandfather and my father was very poor, my grandfather was still a respected person in Hong Village, and in those days, whether it was building a house or building a grave, he was asked to see the foundation, and even the planning of our village was done by him.

I chose to do elementary school there because my grandfather hoped that the righteousness of studying could overwhelm the endgame that happened back then, and that location was in the center of the village and could not be wasted.

Rural people are more obedient to traditions, and there are many rules left by their ancestors, and there are always some evasions in places where people have died. Build a school and let the children go to the fun, and forget about it over time.

If you don't believe it, you can go back and ask, but in schools that have been around for some years, especially those newly built after the founding of the People's Republic of China, most of the original places were either mass graves or execution grounds for beheading.

My father had fought and been wounded, so it was no problem to say that he was in the back then. After returning from demobilization, the county originally arranged an errand for him to make a cashier in the supply and marketing cooperative, which was a good job back then. Helplessly, my father was a bloody man, and he couldn't see those leaders showing off their might in it all day long, and privately colluded to do some stealing and touching dogs, and he was fired after a fight with the director there.

My home, the house my father built, is located on a hillside at the eastern end of the village. Surrounded by mountains on three sides, there is a large flat area in the middle, and from a distance, this mountain looks like a Taishi chair, and my home is in the middle of this chair