Chapter 095

The crisp singing voice crossed the clear green mountains, and entered Lu Xiaofeng's ears and went straight to his heart, stirring his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The echo of "Hey!" echoed among the green hills and green bamboos.

This mountain song is crisp into the ear, and high-pitched into the clouds, the crisp sound swayed upward, straight through the clouds, echoing in the surrounding valleys, who is singing the mountain song?

The song was a little unwilling, and there was this resentment, as if venting, singing higher and higher.

From a distance, I saw a red shadow on the mountain in the distance flickering in the bushes, and I couldn't see the figure clearly, but this voice, Lu Xiaofeng sounded a little familiar.

After listening carefully, it didn't look much like it, but the beautiful voice suddenly made him slow down and listen involuntarily.

This mountain song was originally the specialty of the people of the village, if it was changed before, I encountered such a beautiful voice of mountain songs.

The people of the village probably lit up their rough and loud voices, and then said to the mountain songs, you must know that the people who sing mountain songs in this village are not good hands!

But listening to the affectionate and resentful singing in my ears, I didn't have the desire to sing.

I listened quietly, and then I heard the voice fade down until I couldn't hear it again.

When Lu Xiaofeng entered the paradise, he saw a group of people who had become the job in their hands, and they were looking at the direction of the singing just now.

"Who sang this song? I've never heard such a song before?" the yew man took a puff of his cigarette and groaned a little, looking thoughtfully into the distance.

If you think about it carefully, you just can't think of when there was this person in the village.

You must know that this song is actually a way for the people of the cottage to adjust their lives, and under normal circumstances, when they are tired, the song is almost flying all over the sky.

Therefore, the singing voices of the people in this village are familiar to everyone after listening to them, and such a beautiful voice comes out of this cold.

The camp was bombed all at once, and they were talking about when such a number one person appeared in the stockade.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng coming over, the yew man glanced at Lu Xiaofeng thoughtfully. Lu Xiaofeng looked at it from a distance, and the wooden house already had a preliminary scale, and the framework had been completed.

There was a mountain of houses in the middle, and it was almost time to nail planks to it.

This is the first house of his own in his life. Seeing those people busy there, a sense of happiness arose in my heart.

Although it has not yet taken shape, Lu Xiaofeng has already conceived the style of the house in his heart.

The hard work of the past few days has finally paid off, and seeing that there is also sweat flowing down from this house, the hot pain on the body actually feels like it has subsided a lot.

The ground was covered with shavings, and the foursome had almost hoeed the grass in the valley.

Lu Xiaofeng walked to Da Niu's side, the guy stretched out his big head, and was still looking at it from a distance.

"People have left early, can you still see a flower?" There was a village of people around him who looked at the cow's naïve appearance and scolded with a smile.

"I don't know whose daughter it is, this voice is so good, like a goddess. Da Niu touched his nose: "It's a pity that it's too far away, otherwise I would have to go over and see who it is." ”

"Do you want your mother-in-law to be crazy, that voice is sweet when you hear it, it is a goddess-like character, and you look at it and the spell is empty. ”

Da Niu was a little annoyed and angry: "Believe it or not, besides, I will shoot you to death with a hoe?"

Hearing Da Niu mention the mountain song just now, his heart moved, how could that voice sound like Ziyuejun?

But I've never heard her sing mountain songs before. Walking slowly down the mountain road, Ziyuejun wiped the sweat from his head.

The grievances of those days have been much better, and she used to be cursed in the village, and she would choose to sing a few mountain songs in the mountains that no one could see, and vent her grievances.

Thinking of what Lu Xiaofeng had done for herself these days, she covered her mouth, so she didn't let herself cry directly.

Why couldn't I have known Lu Xiaofeng earlier? Now that I have become a peerless girl in the eyes of others, a young young man from others, I am not worthy.

If she had a mother, Ziyuejun really wanted to throw herself into her arms and cry a lot, but now she didn't know what to do.

Many people say that a woman in love has zero IQ, and now she is in this state.

At noon, seeing Lu Xiaofeng wandering in front of his house, wandering around for a long time before leaving, Ziyuejun felt as if he had been drained of his strength, and he could barely stand still.

Did he listen to something and not want to come here again?

I sat in the house for a long time, and the more I sat down, the more sad I became, and finally I slipped out, and then ran into the valley to sing mountain songs. It was only through the song that she felt that her heart was better.

When I thought of Lu Xiaofeng, my heart began to hurt, but when I thought of my identity again, all my expectations disappeared without a trace.

The feeling of not being able to go to the sky and enter the earth makes her heart crump up these days.

The Yew man, the branch secretary of the village, used to be a carpenter, and he instructed the people to take that board one by one: "Wei Guo, you take that board, no, there are some beveled boards, what? Don't worry, it's absolutely easy to nail it!"

The people of the stockade picked up the board and nailed it to the log, which was really just right.

I haven't repaired the house for a long time, and the yew people feel that their hands are raw, and this is building a house today, and it is a soldier ball room, and the baby in this city doesn't understand this kind of thing, which makes the old branch secretary addicted.

Yew Man looked at Lu Xiaofeng and smiled, and was in a surprisingly good mood: "This house, it is estimated that there will be one or two more days, and then it will be painted with tung oil, and it will be able to live in it." ”

Lu Xiaofeng saw that Lu Xiaofeng's eyes lit up, and the yew man joked again: "What, are you in a hurry? This beam has not been put on yet, just ask someone to go up the beam tomorrow morning." ”

"Shangliang?" Lu Xiaofeng asked in a stunned voice: "Isn't it the morning of that Liang?"

"I forgot that you are a baby from the city, and it is the custom of our farming village to go to the beam, so it's no wonder that you don't know. The yew man took a puff on his cigarette, narrowed his eyes, and took a beautiful puff.

Lu Xiaofeng also liked the customs of this cottage, and squatted on the ground with the yew man.

Looking at the house in front of him, there was a little excitement in his eyes. Sometimes it's a blessing to have a loyal listener around you to tell your story.

There is an ancient custom of building a new house and solemnly celebrating the big beam in the cottage.

This is especially true for large houses like this. When the basic structure of the newly built house is completed, the host family will choose an auspicious day to hold a ceremony for it.

On the day of Shangliang, relatives and friends from near and far will be present with a bride price to express celebration and auspiciousness.

As soon as he heard these things, Lu Xiaofeng was a little excited, and he had always had a desire to know about these ancient customs that had been handed down.

I heard that the yew man said that there are also many procedures for Shangliang, such as inviting the beam, taking care of the beam, pouring the beam, etc., and it also has to be offered to Luban, and the room will also hang some things to ward off evil spirits, and subdue demons and demons......

The yew people said carefully, Lu Xiaofeng listened carefully, and the surrounding villagers also looked at the yew people with some awe.

The bad things in the village were told by the yew people, and somehow they added a little flavor, but they felt a little storytelling.

Lu Xiaofeng only then made it clear that the spell was empty, why did his wooden house only have columns, and those beams were put aside when they were done, instead of being erected, there were still these sayings, it turned out to be a house, and there were still these sayings.

Seeing that this afternoon this wooden house is to nail the planks and open the windows on the wall.

For the old carpenters in the stockade, it was a familiar way, the carved wooden windows were all freshly made, a few saws, a few planers, in their hands became paintings in the hands of painters.

The wooden grille on the window, in their hands, miraculously turned from a wooden plank into a work of art.

Today's work is basically coming to an end, and Lu Xiaofeng has inherited the promising work of the morning under the sun: buckle stones, move stones, and build roads.

There are no roads in this valley, and if you build a house here, you must build a road first.

Seeing that Lu Xiaofeng, who was sweating like rain and tired from sweating there, was there to move the stones into piles and piles, and an old man gave him constructive suggestions.

The big cows were a little red-faced, why didn't they notice this?

let this Lu Xiaofeng pile up stones there for a long time, and didn't tell him to let him directly spread those broken stones on the road.