Before Chang Xian took Li Dongfei to his hometown, he asked Chang's father and mother about the situation here.

Bringing people to play always has to be a little targeted.

Chang's father told him about the situation in Pengjia Village, there was a twelve-uncle in the village, named Peng Xiangju, this person was a family heirloom, had a good reputation, was a big landlord in the township before liberation, and was also the patriarch of Pengjia Village.

His only son died of illness at an early age, leaving no bloodline, and he died shortly after the movement began, leaving only a widow.

They all call her Grandma Twelve.

The twelfth grandmother is said to be the young lady of a large family in Meicheng (the old county seat).

It stands to reason that such a person must be a key target in a special period, and he must be knocked to the ground and step on 10,000 feet.

But the strange thing is that back then, even Chang's father was made to death, she was stunned and didn't touch a leaf, and she was leisurely out of the world.

When something goes wrong, there must be a reason.

It is said that before liberation, Peng Xiangju had dealings with the great leader, and there was a leader's handwriting in his home.

With this protection, he barely kept himself from the impact.

Later, when the county heard about it, he invited the twelve grandmothers to become politicians. Co-Member.

Chang's father is not a local after all, and he knows vaguely, but Brother Jianhua is a native, so he knows everything.

As soon as he heard Chang Xian's question, he poured out his brain, knowing that he had also charged behind the young general at that time.

But as soon as he heard that Chang Xian asked him to lead the way to the door, he showed a rare trace of fear on his face, shook his head and waved his hand, pointed to the entrance of the village and said: "She almost doesn't go out, her house is behind the Land Temple, and Ueda Yin saw it, you will never be mistaken, you will know when you go." ”

A man who is not even afraid of wild boars is afraid of an old lady in the countryside?

It's weird!

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The distant mountains are like daisies, beautiful and picturesque.

A dew makes the withered grass and trees in the mountains and wilderness a little less solemn, and occasionally dotted with a few trees and red leaves, making the sky and the earth colorful.

After a simple breakfast, Li Dongfei stood in the village with his waist crossed, looking around.

The dwellings of the peasants are scattered on the mountainside, dotted with stars and smoke.

When Chang Xian cleaned up, the two walked together.

According to what Brother Jianhua said, he soon saw the Land Temple.

The Land Temple is at the entrance of the village, backed by a high field, and next to it is a well, which is made of gray masonry.

The temple was very small, no more than five feet high and three steps wide, and inside sat a mud-tired landlord.

Due to the age and the dampness in the cave, the mud tires have long been deformed, and the appearance of the land lord is no longer recognizable.

The twelve grandmothers lived behind the Land Temple, climbed up the fields, and walked through the rice fields.

Chang Xian was not in a hurry, he frowned and looked at this land temple, the blue bricks of the door frame of the land temple were engraved with handwriting, there seemed to be spiders in it, but there were no webs, no spider webs to cover it.

He quickly recognized the pair on the door frame as "no monk wind sweeps the floor, less light and moon lighting." ”

This is a common pair of land temples, and the age will not be earlier than the Ming and Qing dynasties, because the age of this pair is also in that period.

The land temple does not belong to Taoism or Buddhism, to be precise, they belong to Confucianism, and anyone who sees it can say hello out of etiquette.

Chinese people have the habit of clinging to Buddha's feet in battle, very lack forward-looking thinking, and most of the people who live in a state of confusion with their eyes closed, unless they encounter something, they will not plan for a rainy day in advance.

But even if something happens, it is to pray for the immortals and Buddhas from all walks of life, and pray for the Qingtian Lord, and the Land Temple has undertaken this mission very well.

Many times, they don't want to think about it, they can't rely on their own affairs, can others be reliable?

God?

Don't say if there is, even if there is, how can he help you?

Whoever has made your taxes can't count on these gods, who are 108,000 miles away than the emperor?

But in everything, we must always talk about an entry and exit, a balance, and a truth!

Old iron.

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"Let's go!"

Li Dongfei said.

Chang Xian nodded, and then walked away, he just used his spiritual sense to sense, there is nothing near the Land Temple, only the Twelve Grandmothers are really different.

Grandma Twelve's house is obviously a large local family, although it is old and has not been well maintained, but the brick and wood structure, the upper and lower two-story yard looks very eye-catching in this remote rural area.

Walking closer, the peach and plum on both sides are covered, and the green shade is connected to the road, which is full of ancient meaning.

There is a tall gatehouse outside the courtyard, and there is a plaque on the top of the gatehouse, and there are four big characters on it: "Fishing and Wood Cultivation Reading".

A couplet engraved on the doorpost has been washed by the wind and rain, and the paint is half lost, and it must be carefully recognized to be recognized.

"Half of the tree has withered and the wind is ancient, and only then does it put a flower and the world incense. Meishan Peng Guxiang. ”

Chang Xian said softly.

The world only knows Lin Hejing Yongmei, but they don't know that Zhang Shizhai's Yongmei is even above Lin Hejing, and there are no less than 300 Yongmei songs in his life, and it is well-deserved to call him a "plum blossom poet".

A withered plum tree, even if half of its body has turned into smoke and dust and gone away with the wind, but at this time, a plum blossom blooms, its fragrance can fill the entire heaven and earth.

That's a good word.

People are plums, and plums are people.

The owner of this room calls himself an ancient fragrance and is a noble person.

There is an old locust tree outside the gatehouse.

This locust tree is many years old at first glance, and it is accompanied by the gatehouse.

Different from the old and decrepit gatehouse, the old locust is old and glorious, the shade of the tree is densely shaded, and when you get under the tree, you immediately feel a coolness.

Chang Xian glanced up and said with a smile: "This tree is really good."

He stood outside the gatehouse and shouted, "Is Grandma Twelve in the house?" ”

The voice came in, and after a while, another voice came out: "Where are the distinguished guests, please come in." ”

The two followed the sound and walked to the stove room, where an old lady was having breakfast.

An old lady sat in a regular manner, with a straight waist and a plate of tofu on the table.

When a man eats, he has two bowls, and the other bowl also contains rice, and two slices of tofu are placed on it, which are placed on the empty main seat.

She was wearing a dark green cheongsam, and her gray hair was tied up at the back of her head, and she was neatly groomed.

Although she is old, just standing there, she reveals a bookish smell from the inside out, which can be reminiscent of her youthful demeanor at a glance.

Chang Xian bowed and said softly: "Grandma Twelve, I am Chang Jizhang and Peng Anzhi's cub, my name is Chang Xian, this is my friend Li Dongfei, come and say hello to you!" ”

"Chang Jizhang? Peng Anzhi? ”

The old lady thought for a moment and smiled: "Oh, their cubs are so big, and decades have passed in a blink of an eye......"

She ate unhurriedly and said, "You come in and sit, I'm almost done eating, there is a threshold here, be careful not to stumble." ”

Chang Xian hurriedly responded and walked in with Li Dongfei.