"Yo, roar, roar—"

Five days after departure, Wang Chunrong finally got his wish and rode his white horse to the road, singing folk songs at the top of his voice, "Go up the mountain to pick the turnips, and go down the mountain to meet the old husband." He knelt down and asked his late husband, 'What is the new man like?' Although the newcomer is good, he is not as good as the old man. The colors are similar, but the claws are not the same. ’……”

The door curtains and curtains of the carriage were open, Lan Yi was holding Yu'er, Jia was holding Wenxuan, listening to Wang Chunrong singing Yuefu poems one by one, Lan Yi couldn't help but feel the difference between ancient and modern.

It turns out that many works in poetry classics such as the Book of Poetry and Yuefu poems, which are considered difficult to understand in the 21st century, are folk tunes that everyone sings when they open their mouths in the Great Zhou. And they sang catchily and in a melody tone. Moreover, the lyrics of the tunes here in Da Zhou are really accompanied by the score, the tunes are more standardized, and the writing is more exquisite, no wonder there is a saying of "filling in the lyrics". The words are filled in according to the established rhythm for the people to sing.

Wang Chunrong's singing echoed on the road, and everyone gradually became interested. Wang Linyuan will know less than Wang Chunrong, but he can also close a few words.

Wang Chengde had a smile on the corner of his mouth, he had detained Wang Chunrong and prevented him from riding a horse for the past few days, but he was naturally very happy to see his son so happy now. The two of them were in prison a few months ago, and their lives were unpredictable, and how could they have imagined that there would be today's joy.

People, who have experienced hardships and parting, know that plainness is the most valuable. Wang Chengde looked up at the blue sky, always paying attention to the movement on the side of the road.

"Wei Ji, how's that?"

Zhou Weiji gently walked away. "Father-in-law, don't worry, we are all on the official road, and the road is wide and there are many cars. It's not a big deal. And this period of time is the time when the farmers are busy collecting, the grain urging officials from all over the court come down to urge the grain, and the counties also send additional manpower to prevent anyone from making trouble, even those thieves are also restrained. ”

"That's good." Zhou Wei was extremely calm and atmospheric, and arranged this journey very properly, Wang Chengde became more satisfied the more he looked at it, and then looked up at his cheerful son who was pulling his neck. A little helpless, when will he have the ability to defend Ji?

Where did Wang Chunrong know what his father was thinking, he and Dao Wufeng opened the way in front of the convoy. As if he didn't feel tired, he sang again, "The peach is dying, scorching its bloom." The son of the Return. It is advisable to have a home. The peach is dying. Actually. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate. The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

Lan Yi smiled and shouted to her brother: "Brother, change hands and listen to it magnificently, don't always be in such a soft tone." ”

Wang Chunrong didn't look back, he opened his mouth and came, "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying." Weijia has returned to his hometown, and the warriors of Ande are guarding the Quartet-"

"Uncle. Uncle, hug and ride a horse! Wen Xuan saw that he was happy, and he struggled to get out of Jia's arms, but Jia's was worried that he would fall, and he didn't dare to let go.

"Wen Xuan, I just rode it, and now the sun is poisonous, and it's amazing to be in the sun." According to Lan Yi's advice, after leaving Meixian, the Jia family no longer called Wen Xuan a young master, after all, this kind of title is still too eye-catching in the countryside. The Jia family is not so pedantic, Lan Yi explained that she changed her words, but she was still careful with Wen Xuan in terms of attitude.

Wen Xuan naturally didn't follow, "Grandma, wear a hat, and ride a horse." ”

It was also Lan Yi's idea to let Wenxuan and Yu'er call Jia Shi her grandmother. In the area where they are located, wealthy families often use "grandfather" and "grandmother" to refer to their father's elders, and "maternal grandfather" and "maternal grandmother" to refer to their mother's elders; Most people use colloquial terms such as "grandpa", "grandma", "grandma", "grandpa" and so on. Although the Jia family used to be a descendant of the Wang family, and now the deed of sale is here with Lan Yi, but Lan Yi does not regard her as a person, and calls her "Aunt Yao", as for the two children, she simply chose the familiar title of her hometown, grandma, which is both cordial and can be distinguished from their grandmother, grandmother, grandmother and grandmother, etc., has become the exclusive title of the Jia family here.

Seeing that her younger brother was going to ride a horse, Yu'er turned her head and begged Lan Yi: "Mother, Yu'er also wants to ride a horse, and she wants to ride Xiaohuo." ”

Lan Yi shook her head, "I'm in a hurry now, you can't ride it yourself, and when someone leads you, it will be delayed, so let's rush home now." ”

Yu'er nodded obediently, "Mother, is it almost there?" ”

"We're halfway there."

"Mother, after going home, Yu'er wants to share the good things she bought with Dafu, okay?"

"Okay."

"Mother, has our lamb grown up now? Do ducks and chickens still lay eggs? ”

"The lamb is now more than a month old, and it's time to grow up. Chickens and ducks must be laying eggs, and Yu'er and her younger brother will be able to pick up eggs again when they go back. ”

Yu'er smiled happily, looked at Wen Xuan, who was still struggling in Jia's arms, and put on the posture of a big brother, "Brother, don't make trouble, let's hurry home to pick up eggs." ”

When Wen Xuan heard about picking up eggs, he also quieted down, "Brother, pick up eggs and sell them for money, and buy persimmon cakes." ”

Yu'er thought about it seriously, "Buy a large piece of paper for writing first, and the persimmon cake girl will make it." ”

Wen Xuan thought for a moment and nodded obediently, "Mother, make persimmon cakes to eat." ”

This child, among the dried fruits made by Lan Yi, his favorite thing to eat is persimmon cakes, Lan Yi thought for a while and said, "Okay, we shouldn't have finished picking persimmons when we get home, and my mother will make persimmon cakes for you." ”

After speaking, she explained to Jia's again: "Aunt Yao, next to the hillside where our family planted peonies, I transplanted a lot of trees last autumn and early this year, and this year also produced some fruits. ”

The villagers of Beigou are simple, and the children laugh and pick a few of the trees that have the main trees, but everyone will not pick them, after all, there are still a lot of wild fruits in the mountains, so Lan Yi is not worried that the fruits on the mountain will be picked by others. It's just that Second Uncle Wang's family may have helped her pick it up and put it away.

Jia smiled gently, "I have also made persimmon cakes, let's get started together when we go back, and it's fast." Taking advantage of the recent good sun, I took it out and collected it and gave it to the children in winter. ”

As soon as Wen Xuan heard that he was going to make persimmon cakes, he raised his head and kissed Jia's mouthful, "Grandma is so good." ”

Jia Shi showed a kind smile, and his delicate and delicate facial features became softer and softer, which was very different from the wooden beauty Lan Yi saw in the Wang family. A few days ago, the children called her like this, and she still trembled and didn't dare to respond, but Lan Yi really respected her, and Zhou Weiji and the others didn't treat her as an outsider, so she gradually relaxed in the past two days.

Tong Guò Zheng, Lan Yi knew that Jia's relatives were also the masters of Mrs. Zhou, and she married a head-facing steward of the Wang family, but her husband died of illness more than a year after she passed by, and Jia did not give birth to children. Jia's mother-in-law was spicy, treating her very harshly, Jia's was unbearable, and her original lively and clever temperament gradually became silent, and then Mrs. Zhou couldn't see it so she called her back to serve by her side. Jia Shi was grateful to Mrs. Zhou, and was loyal to her, and gradually became Mrs. Zhou's second confidant besides Mrs. Zhou's mother-in-law, and she had a little more face, but her temperament never became cheerful again.

She is now dressed plainly, her hair is meticulously held, fixed with a silver hairpin, her face is not powdered, her face is facing the sky, listening to Wenxuan call her "grandma", her eyes are soft with a little emotion and tears.

"Grandma, the baby wants to ride a horse"

Jia's heart was already drunk: "Okay, let's take our hats and go horseback riding, but we can't ride with my uncle, he hasn't ridden Lisuo yet." ”

Wen Xuan grinned happily and looked at his brother with a smile that had finally triumphed.

Lan Yi's face was full of black lines, this bear child, it only took a few days to coax the Jia family around. It is said that the next generation, Jia's age is now the age of talking about marriage, but in Da Zhou, it has reached the time to be a grandmother. Da Zhou's daughter is twelve or thirteen married, and she is married, and she generally has a child at fifteen or sixteen, and it is not strange to become a grandmother at the age of thirty. Lan Yi thought that after marrying Zhou Weiji for more than ten years, she was not yet thirty years old, and there was a group of children screaming around her grandmother and grandmother, and she felt creepy, which was too difficult to accept.

No, she probably had to be earlier. Now fifteen years old, she already has a six-year-old Yu'er and a three-year-old Wenxuan, and in another ten years, Yu'er will also reach the age of saying goodbye.

Maybe she's going to be a grandmother at the age of twenty-five...... Then, inferred, when she was forty years old, she would be able to become a grandmother. At the age of forty, four generations are in the same house...... Isn't it too easy for these four generations to live in the same house...... At the age of sixty, she was really full of children and grandchildren......

Lan Yi began to wander again, Yu'er saw that her grandmother was putting a hat on her younger brother, so she quickly raised her head and shook her mother's clothes, "Mother, Yu'er will go too, Yu'er will let the second uncle hold her." ”

Lan Yi came back to her senses and nodded slightly, Yu'er happily poked her head out of the car window, "Grandpa, second uncle, my brother and I want to ride a horse." ”

Wang Chengde and Zhou Weiji caught up from behind, one of them took one and put it in front of him to protect it, and when Dao Wufeng saw it, he pulled the horse to the last of the convoy and pressed the car.

"Uncle, why don't you sing?" Yu'er shouted to Wang Chunrong in front.

Wang Chunrong coughed, "Uncle Xiao is tired, take a break and sing again." Brother Dao, will you have a song? You haven't sung this way!"

Dao Wufeng was silent and silent, and rarely followed Wang Chunrong and Wang Linyuan to mess around together, but when he saw him coaxing again, he suddenly became interested, cleared his throat and sang: "Elechuan, under the Yin Mountain." The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses. The sky is vast and the wilderness is vast. The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep low. ”

Unexpectedly, Dao Wufeng had a good singing voice, Lan Yi listened to this distant tune, and seemed to really see the wide prairie, and couldn't help but hum softly.

Zhou Weiji hugged Yu'er, and saw that Lan Yi's soft face was intoxicated by the minor tone of the knife without a blade, and he was a little unhappy.

Is it really better than singing yourself?

"Tao'er, are you tired, let's hurry for a while, and we will be able to get to the next town when it is getting late." (To be continued......) R1292