Gusu is the back garden of Huhai, and the two places are very close to each other.

As the old saying goes, there is heaven and there is Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Huhai is worth every inch of land, so most of the Huhai people will be buried in Gusu after they die, and many barren mountains on the outskirts of Gusu are concentrated cemeteries.

This place Song Yuanchao is very familiar with, because he has been here countless times in his previous life.

Now this is not the best decoration in later generations, the current cemetery seems to be very old and depressed, and now is not the time to sweep the tomb during the Qingming Festival, the whole cemetery except for an old janitor with inconvenient legs, that is, an outsider in the Song Yuan Dynasty.

Stepping into the cemetery, you step on a dirt road lined with tall weeds, and the dirt road stretches upwards with stone stairs.

Walking up, on both sides of the stairs, tall and low tombstones abounded at a glance, Song Yuanchao carefully distinguished them as he walked, and it took him a long time to find a place.

The tomb of Song Guangzeng and Wang Sufen is a joint burial tomb, and the names of their husband and wife are on the left and right of a tombstone, and the words "Zi Song Yuan Chao Weeping" are also engraved on it.

Song Yuanchao stopped and looked at the tombstone, and two lines of tears fell involuntarily.

He stood in front of the grave for a long time, and he didn't know how much time had passed, and squatted down to clean up the weeds around the cemetery.

Because of her location in the northwest, no one came to sweep the tomb for a few years after Wang Sufen's burial, and the cemetery looked very messy. It took Song Yuanchao more than an hour to clean up, and then took out the pastries that he bought in Qiaojiazha yesterday evening from his bag and placed them in front of the tomb, then took out two enamel jars, unscrewed the kettle and poured rice wine, and finally lit two candles and three pillars of incense, knelt down and kowtowed three times at the tombstone.

"Abba, Mommy, my son has come to see you today......."

Song Yuanchao said in a choked voice, his tears were hazy, as if his parents were looking at him in front of him, and smiled at him as they did back then.

"My son is back, just the day before yesterday." Song Yuanchao wiped away his tears and said to his parents: "There is something my son wants to tell you that the second elder is dead, I have died in my previous life, and when I open my eyes, I don't know what happened and I have returned to this era, is it Abba and Mom, are you bless me in heaven?" Specially asked me to come back? ”

"Abba, Mom, my son is not filial, he didn't leave a man and a half girl to the Song family in his previous life, and he didn't get ahead and glorify his ancestors, do you think you can't look past it, so you pulled your son back? If so, can you tell me? ”

A breeze blew, and the candle in front of the tomb shook slightly, and Song Yuanchao couldn't help but get excited as he looked at the beating candlelight intently.

"Yes, right? It must be so, right? Song Yuanchao kowtowed three more times to the tombstone, and said with tears: "Don't worry, my son will not be like before this time, and he will not live up to your expectations, Abba Mom, now it is stipulated that you can't burn paper, and when you let it go in a few years, your son will definitely burn more for you, these snacks are your favorite food in life, you eat more, live a better life over there, you must bless your son!" ”

In front of the tomb, Song Yuanchao said a lot of things with his parents, everything that was thought of in his heart, and he said it for a long time, until all the three incense sticks were burned out, and Song Yuanchao kowtowed a few times again before getting up.

Standing in front of the tomb and saying to his parents that he would come to see you in a few months, Song Yuanchao wiped his tears and turned around and went down the mountain.

When he went down the mountain, Song Yuanchao's heart was much happier, maybe he said all the words he was holding in his heart today, after these words came out, his heart naturally let go, and the whole person became more relaxed.

When I returned to Gusu Railway Station, it was already about four o'clock in the afternoon, and when Song Yuanchao came, I didn't know the specific time to come back, so I didn't buy a return ticket. Now I went to the ticket office to see, the car back to Huhai is only a slow train at nine o'clock in the evening, and this slow train will take more than six hours, and it will be half past three in the morning the next day when I get to Huhai.

After thinking about it, Song Yuanchao decided to stay overnight in Gusu and wait until dawn tomorrow to return.

He bought a ticket for tomorrow morning at half past eight, left the train station and walked a little in the direction of the city, and then found a hotel that looked relatively clean.

Today's inns are not the hotels of later generations, and there are very few single rooms, usually ranging from three to five people per room.

A letter of introduction from the unit is required for accommodation, and the price is also calculated according to the bed. The hotel that Song Yuanchao found was relatively clean, and the price was slightly more expensive, and it cost two yuan for one night, but because the hotel had a public bathroom, there were many people living in this hotel.

opened a bed, Song Yuanchao turned around the line into the house, this is a room for three people, the people who stayed before didn't look like they should go out, there is luggage in front of a bed by the window, and the bedside table of the middle bed also has personal items such as toothpaste and toothbrushes, leaving Song Yuanchao with the bed by the door.

Song Yuanchao didn't care about this, anyway, he just stayed here for one night and left at dawn tomorrow, took out an enamel jar from his schoolbag and put it on the bedside table of his bed, in this way to tell people that this bed already has an owner.

Then, Song Yuanchao left the hotel and walked around the neighborhood, and by the way, he bought some local specialty snacks at a time-honored store in the city. Since you are here, you always have to bring something back, whether it is Zhang Jianguo's family, or Li Daqi, who has made an appointment to come to his house in a few days, these specialties are very good for entertaining people.

I bought good things and found a place to eat a bowl of noodles.

Gusu's noodles are very famous, the noodles with the eight treasure toppings are not soft or hard, the color and flavor are complete, the food is very comfortable, and the sky has begun to darken after eating the noodles, Song Yuanchao returned to the hotel when the two people who lived with him had not come back, Song Yuanchao didn't care, and went straight to the public bathroom of the hotel to take a bath with a towel and basin.

The public bath of the hotel is at the end of the corridor, and the bathroom is actually a tiled room with a few iron pipes for flushing, which can make people take a hot bath, but in this era, there are not many hotels with such facilities, which is one of the reasons why this hotel is slightly more expensive and has good business.

After washing, relaxed, Song Yuanchao returned to the room with his things, and as soon as he entered the door, he found that the guest who lived with him had finally returned.

"Hello."

"Hello, hello ......."

Entering the door, the two people who were talking heard the voice and looked up at the door at the same time, and saw Song Yuanchao walking in with a basin, and immediately understood that this was a guest who lived together, and the two sides politely greeted each other.

These are two men wearing blue cadre uniforms (similar to the 65-style military uniform, but a little different), judging from their dress, they should be cadres from that company on a business trip.

One of the two is fat and the other is thin, and the fat one is estimated to be in his forties, and his head is already half-bald, showing a trend of poached eggs.

The thin one who wears glasses in his early thirties, and the two are obviously dominated by fat comrades, because the fat comrade's bed is the one next to the bed, and the glasses man calls the fat comrade "section chief", so it is obvious that the relationship between them can be guessed.

They each said hello and nodded to each other, and Song Yuanchao packed up his things, and the two continued to smoke cigarettes and talk softly.

Song Yuanchao put the basin under the bed, and the towel was hung on the shelf behind the door, then took out the book from the schoolbag, and half-lay on the bed to read the book.

When he went out, although he was in the same room, Song Yuanchao didn't have the idea of taking the initiative to talk to someone he didn't know, anyway, he slept all night, and the money he carried was in his underwear pocket, and he didn't bring any luggage, let alone worry about running into any bad guys.

"Section Chief, what now? The third factory refuses to let go, and the fourth factory can't go through, you have to think of a way, if this problem can't be solved, how can we go back? The man with glasses had a sad face, and his expression was about to cry.

"I want to find a way? I'm just a small section chief and not a fairy, where is there a way to think about it? The fat comrade's expression was no better than that of the man with glasses, and he was also full of sadness, holding a cigarette in one hand and stroking his head with the other, which was not vigorous in the first place, and his hair was about to be wiped out.

"Why don't we go directly to the first and second factories tomorrow and ask?" The man with glasses said hesitantly.

"It's useless to go!" The fat comrade glared at him angrily: "We have a little relationship between the third factory and the fourth factory, and they are all closed, not to mention several other factories?" I knew what I was doing now? Spent so much money and got such a bunch of scrap products, and you want to sell them to others? People are not stupid. ”

"But section chief, this factory is still waiting for us to reply, it's been so many days since we came out, how can I explain if I want to go back like this?"

"Whoever loves will be confessed." As soon as he heard this, the fat comrade suddenly became angry, raised his voice and said: "This is not Lao Tzu's problem, Lao Tzu is the chief of the supply and marketing department, not the production department, and the problem of the product is to the production department!" What are you looking for? Lao Tzu doesn't carry this pot! ”

"I know, I know, section chief, don't be angry." The man with glasses saw that the fat comrade had a broken can and a broken posture and hurriedly persuaded: "That being said, the problem must be solved, don't forget that there is a lot of this batch of goods in the factory, and now the three factories and the four factories are refusing to receive the goods, which will not be sold The loss is too great, and when the time comes, we will not be able to run the supply and marketing department!" ”

"Hey!" The fat comrade clenched his fist and slammed it on the bed, looking helpless.

With a bang, the fat comrade's punch was too big, and with a wave of his hand, the tea jar on the side was brought down, and it fell to the ground, startling Song Yuanchao, who was immersed in the content of the book.