By the time of the words, the girl's job was empty.

Guo hurriedly took the bowl and chopsticks from the girl's hand and handed them to the old man, coaxing the child and saying:

"Have you eaten enough? If you are not full, we will eat when we go home, my brother and sister are still waiting for you, and today I rubbed a bowl of rice here at Grandpa De, thank you to Grandpa De!"

The girl was stumbling and hesitating, and she didn't understand how to thank her, so she followed her second aunt with a cower.

After a while, another little girl's scream sounded at the west end of the village:

"She's not my sister, I don't have a stuffy sister, I don't want slugs to be my sister......"

What followed was Guo's reprimand:

"What do you say? Dare to try to be louder? Sister is sister, how can you choose ......?"

The next noise grew quieter, and although it was not audible, what was happening on the other end was still clear.

Hanzhang thinks that this feeling of "a fart in the east of the village, and a stink in the west of the village" is also quite novel.

In the afternoon, Hanzhang supported his body and walked around the courtyard dam a few times, and then nestled on the rattan chair to read a book. In the past few days, she has clearly felt that the vitality of her body is getting stronger day by day, although she doesn't expect it to be better, but it is not bad to make the rest of her life easier.

The old man has been busy going in and out. He first sorted out the herbs he had picked in the morning and dried them in a dustpan, then worked in the livestock pen for a while, and then went to the fields......

It is said that since Hanzhang woke up, the old man he saw has been busy.

Although he didn't cultivate, he was busier than everyone else in the village. Busy plowing the soil, busy plowing flowers and cutting grass, busy with rituals and favors......

However, busyness did not stain him with exhaustion, on the contrary, he was filled with a sense of lightness in his busyness. It's as if he's doing something very interesting.

This is different from the rest of the village.

Almost all the adults in the village who usually stay in the village are old and weak people with a very low level of spiritual skills. With their spiritual skills, they can't earn a lot of money by going out to work, so it's better to stay in the village, first, to spend less, and second, to do some farming and farming work with their ability, they can still have a good harvest.

It's just that they have to rely on their families for their annual spiritual inspection fees. This has become a drag on the family.

And it is not so easy for villagers who go out to work to earn money, not to mention the supply of the elderly and weak at home, that is, their own annual spiritual examination, their own cultivation, auxiliary resources for their children's cultivation, etc., which does not cost money?

The burden on my body is really heavy enough!

Therefore, almost all of the old and weak villagers have a sense of depression, while the young and strong villagers have a sense of anxiety.

Of course, it is impossible for these villagers to envy the life of the old man. According to the standard of this world's spiritual energy to measure wealth, the old virtuous head is really poor!

There is not even a single appliance at home that is related to the word "spirit", even if the thief goes the wrong way, he will not steal to Yu's house.

For this kind of situation, Han Zhang asked himself, even his past self would be disdainful of the old man!

The afternoon passed quickly.

The old man's schedule has always been very regular. The two of them had dinner, one cleaned up the dishes, the other paced around, and after some washing, the two went upstairs to their own bedroom.

The next day, Xiao Nian.

Early in the morning, Hanzhang was rarely dug up from the quilt by the old head. (Hanzhang is weak, and the old man usually lets her sleep until she wakes up naturally)

She opened her sleepy eyes and looked out the window—there was no light yet.

And the urging voice of the old German head has been ringing in his ears:

"Hurry up, sacrifice to the god of the stove......"

Hanzhang grinded for a while before putting on a heavy cotton suit. Shivering under the cold, he walked out of the bedroom and went down the stairs.

I saw the candlelight shining in front of the closed kitchen door, and the two huge red candles wept and moved to the table of the Eight Immortals by the door at some point, and there were some sweets, water, beans, straw and other things on the table with tea trays and dishes.

The old man was standing at the table, looking reverently at a new painting of a strange man on the door. The two sides of the painting are clearly written, one side is written: Heavenly grace is as deep as the sea, and the other side is written: The earth is as heavy as a mountain.

The scene in front of him made Hanzhang a little confused.

And the old man who felt her arrival had already turned his head and urged:

"Hurry up and kowtow to the Lord of the Stove, so that when he arrives in the sky, don't speak ill of our family in front of the Emperor of Heaven, and bless my Yu family with peace and success in the new year!"

As he spoke, he himself knelt down on the cushion in front of the table, and said "bless" and the like in his mouth, and then he knocked his three heads to the end.

What a solemn expression and solemn demeanor!

Hanzhang stood in front of the table, looking at the other cushion at his feet, unable to kneel.

What an inexplicable joke, just such a ghostly painting, what else can be expected to bless people?

At this time, she was very willing to believe the gossip of the villagers - the old man was a madman!

Hanzhang's delay in kneeling finally aroused the dissatisfaction of the old man.

His body shook and his eyes swept, and a Huo Shuo spirit overwhelmed him. Han Zhang suddenly felt trembling and weak!

She suddenly felt funny, in this situation of being crippled and dying, and time is short, she still has to care whether a thing is absurd or not, whether it is reasonable!

The interest she still has is to taste this new world anyway. Isn't it okay to just do it?

Hanzhang was planning to do so in his heart, but there was an invisible hurdle that he had not overcome.

She couldn't help but ask difficult questions:

"Where is the Lord of the Stove?

Unexpectedly, the old man looked at the painting on the door reverently for a long time, and then said leisurely:

"No! it's in your heart and mine!"

Hanzhang's mind was suddenly struck by a thunderbolt, and she was stunned and speechless, as if something was about to surge out of her chest.

She knelt down slowly and kowtowed three times according to the old man's appearance!

During the ceremony, a sense of solemnity piled up in her heart.

She suddenly understood that the meaning of this sacrificial ritual was not to actually pray for the blessing of a painting, but to rely on the casting of the soul of the supplicant himself in the process of this ritual.

A person whose heart is constantly forged and persevering, life has meaning!

After breakfast, Lao Detou confessed, "I want to go to the township and come back at noon" and went out.

Yutang Village is under the jurisdiction of Gaoyang Township, which is also the place where the market is located.

Hanzhang obviously feels that today is better than yesterday, and she no longer has the feeling of difficulty as yesterday when she walks. Move a little, and have a little fun!

In addition, the weather today is also very good, because there was no snow last night, and the snow on the ground has almost melted. The warm winter sun shone down, and the earth showed a bright smile!

Hanzhang couldn't sit still anymore, she only turned a few pages, then got up and stood on the edge of the courtyard, feeling the increasingly enthusiastic noise in the village!

Until Lao Detou came back with a big load of things.