Don't look at the dilapidated appearance of the house, in fact, it is very strong, its foundation is firmly laid, the walls are made of the best stones, the outside is coated with a layer of yellow mud, and the beams are also made of strong wood, my grandfather said that the beams of the old Zhuang family can resist for a hundred years. ”

The man who spoke was none other than the coachman who had brought them over, and the young man had a plain face.

Probably afraid that they wouldn't believe it, he added: "This house was built by my grandfather, and my grandfather's craftsmanship is the most famous in these ten miles and eight towns.

The honest square face showed a smug look, and he said with some ostentatious gestures: "As long as this house is replaced with new felt grass, doors and windows are replaced, and yellow mud is repainted, and the house is cleaned up again, it will be the same as new." I'll go home later, unload the wagon, and I'll come and help you fix the house. ”

Chunju pouted, "Can you do it?"

She looked at the young man in front of her with suspicion.

He patted his chest and said proudly: "I've been helping my grandfather since I was a child, and it's absolutely fine." ”

"This place, really beautiful. Zhuang Meiyan interrupted the argument between the two of them.

She was looking around at her surroundings, a tiny village nestled in the huge embrace of the Qilian Mountains. On three sides, there are lofty mountains and dense forests. The main peak of the Qilian Mountains is steep, the strange rocks are prominent, and in the middle of the mountainside, the mountain gradually flattens out, revealing an open area, and this small village is located on this open area on the southwest slope, the scenery is extremely beautiful.

At this time, it is already afternoon, although it is not yet evening, but here is close to the root of the mountain, the sun has been hidden on the back of the main peak of Qilian Mountain, reflecting the main peak into a fiery red, several dazzling rays of light from the edge of the jagged peak, through the cedar trees from the forest, casting wisps of light, fine dust in the middle of the light band dancing happily.

Looking into the distance, there are mountains one after another, one after another, and you can't see the end, and the vision is very open, which makes people feel bright.

There are dozens of families in this village at most, the old house lives alone, there is a small bamboo forest behind the house, the wind blows the rustle of the bamboo forest, and the thatched house not far away rises with curling smoke, which is a quiet and leisurely picture of seclusion in the countryside.

Zhuang Meiyan was not intimidated by the difficulties in front of her, but smiled and comforted Chunju: "At least we don't have to sleep on the streets, let's go into the house and clean up, and let's stay tonight." ”

When Chunju and the young coachman brought down the things on the carriage, Zhuang Meiyan had already bent down to pull up the weeds in front of the door. Chunju looked anxious, hurriedly ran over, and said, "Miss, how can this be done? These rough jobs should be done by slaves." ”

Zhuang Meiyan smiled slightly, but did not stop in her hand, while pulling weeds, she said: "Chunju, these things don't have to be so clear in the future, this is not a house, first, there are not so many rules, and secondly, everything in the future must rely on ourselves, how can you be busy alone." ”

The two of them started to clean up, but the strength of the two people was limited after all, and seeing that the sky was gradually darkening, it was only a small piece of it that was cleaned up. Zhuang Meiyan couldn't help but feel anxious, it takes time to tidy up the house, and now this house is too dilapidated, and she can't stop the wind at night, she and Chunju can still bear it, but her mother is old and sick, and she can't stand such a toss.

She even had some doubts about her decision, shouldn't she bring her mother out to suffer with her?

There was a commotion outside, as if there were many footsteps and chatter. Zhuang Meiyan raised his head suspiciously, and saw a sturdy old man walking towards him, dressed plainly, wearing an earthy yellow jacket and trousers, and a yellow dry tobacco pouch pinned to the black cloth belt tied around his waist, followed by many villagers.

The old man took the initiative to speak: "Which one is the third girl of the dealer's house?"

Zhuang Meiyan greeted him and said respectfully: "Uncle, I am the third girl of the Zhuang family, you can call me Meiyan." ”

The old man looked her up and down, nodded with a smile and said, "In the end, it is a girl from a big family, who is knowledgeable." ”

An eldest lady next to the old man, with a kind face, stepped forward, took Zhuang Meiyan's hand, and said enthusiastically: "Isn't it? Ouch, how is this--"

Zhuang Meiyan only saw white eyes and discrimination in her life, this is the first time she has been sincerely praised by others, and she can't help but feel shy, not knowing how to answer. The old lady held her hand, originally praising her for the tenderness of her hands, but when she saw that her palms were covered with scars, she suddenly cried out.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

The eldest lady glanced at the dry grass piled on the ground in front of the door, immediately understood, and complained with some distress: "Your eldest lady can't do these rough work, and they all complain that the cow is not good, and the guests don't tell the big guy when they come, and they actually stay in the backyard to unload the carriage, if I hadn't asked more, I don't know that you have come." ”

The eldest lady chattered, her words were plain and sincere, and the villagers in the mountains rarely had contact with the outside world, and habitually regarded outsiders as very distinguished guests.

Everyone looked curiously at these big families from the inside, especially Zhuang Meiyan, the young lady of the big family, although the clothes they wore were very ordinary in the house, but in this remote mountain village, the women were still amazed.

The old man waved his hand and said, "This old house should have been cleaned up a long time ago, why didn't Xiao Shengzi come back with you, he hasn't come back since he left home thirty years ago." ”

Zhuang Meiyan was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time before she woke up, "Xiao Shengzi" turned out to be her father's milk name, and Chunju covered her mouth and snickered. The people in the mountains are simple, the news is closed, and they don't know that their father is prosperous, so he has long changed his official name.

The old man didn't care, and continued: "No matter what a person does, he can't forget his roots! ”

Han Niu'er was the coachman who brought them over during the day, and the young man smiled innocently and nodded.

The eldest lady also greeted the three of them with a smile and said, "Okay, come to our phoenix nest, don't be polite." This is the village chief, and these uncles and aunts will introduce you later, and if there is any use for the big guys in the future, I will talk about it. Now, go to my house to eat first, and if you don't go to eat, it will be cold, and you will squeeze in our house at night. ”

As she spoke, the eldest lady grabbed her hand and walked towards her house without saying anything.

Zhuang Meiyan didn't even have time to say a polite word, so she could only follow her involuntarily, and the eldest lady's hands were hot and hot, all the way to her heart.

It turns out that this world is not always a cold winter.