At the end of the year, the village committee was re-elected, Gao Yuanjian was no longer the deputy director, and in the spring and summer, not many people would invite him to steam wine, so he has been a little idle recently.

At this time, he came to Gao Mingcheng's home, and saw the two newly transplanted mulberry trees at a glance, so his brows furrowed.

Gao Mingcheng had just finished eating porridge and was going to go to the old village to have a look, before he vaguely heard some sounds, but because it was a little far away, he couldn't really hear it.

But before he could pass, his dad came first.

"Dad, what's wrong with the old village? How do I hear someone crying? Gao Mingcheng asked.

Gao Yuanjian did not answer, but asked, "When did you transplant two mulberry trees to your doorstep?" ”

"Yesterday." Gao Mingcheng said.

When Gao Yuan heard this, his face changed greatly, and he reprimanded angrily: "Don't plant mulberry in the front, and don't plant willows in the back." Haven't you even heard that? Sang Tong funeral, you just transplanted the mulberry tree yesterday, and someone in the village got old last night! Hurry up and remove this mulberry tree, and don't let anyone else know! ”

"It's such a big person, why don't you know anything at all!" Gao Yuanjian scolded and went to find a hoe to remove the mulberry tree again.

Gao Mingcheng was stunned for a few seconds, but he didn't expect it to be this opening.

He had also heard the saying that he would not plant mulberries before and willows after him, but he had not believed it much, so when many beauties proposed to dig up two mulberry trees and plant them next to the house so that it would be convenient to pick mulberry leaves, he did it without saying a word.

Now Gao Yuanzhi has a tough attitude to remove the mulberry tree, and says that it is because he transplanted the mulberry tree yesterday, which caused the village to become old last night.

Isn't that far-fetched?

But Gao Mingcheng in the previous life didn't believe it, Gao Mingcheng in this life still believed it somewhat, one thing, if no one said anything bad, then forget it, but once someone says something bad, then there will always be a trace in the heart.

If something doesn't go well, it will be summed up in bad words.

Duo Mei, who was standing at the door, was a little apprehensive, it was she who proposed to transplant the mulberry tree, and it was also the place she chose, and now when she heard Gao Yuanjian say this, she felt that it was all her own fault.

"Dad, I'll dig it." Gao Mingcheng walked over and took the hoe in Gao Yuanjian's hand.

This mulberry tree was transplanted only yesterday, and the soil is still very soft, and the mulberry tree roots are dug out again when they are dug up at will.

"Dad, who's old?" Gao Mingcheng asked.

The people here are accustomed to saying that the dead are old, and some say that they are dead, gone or gone, and few directly say that they are dead.

"The old lady of our big house, who is ninety-three years old, is considered a happy mourning. Wait for you to go to the old village, maybe you have to help out. Gao Yuanjian said, he came over to inform Gao Mingcheng.

The deceased was an elder in the same room, and he would definitely have to help when the time came.

And the family also invited Gao Yuanjian to hold a white banquet, Gao Yuanjian should give a menu according to the budget of the host's family, and then prepare the dishes in advance.

"Is the old lady gone?" In Gao Mingcheng's mind, the old lady's voice and smile flashed, and he was a little emotional for a while.

The old lady has a good temper and likes to talk about the ancient times with people, and when he was a child, he also gathered around the old lady and listened to him talk about the ancient and guess riddles.

It is said that the old lady has also read books, and her education level is not low.

"Well, if you don't have it in your sleep, it's considered disease-free, not bad. After the family got up in the morning, they found that the person was gone, and it was not clear when they left. ”

While the two were talking, the mulberry trees had been dug up.

This time, Gao Yuanzhi personally chose a place for them, under the slope of the mountain that Gao Mingcheng had opened up before, next to the citrus trees.

Gao Yuanjian looked at the tiny citrus trees and said, "If you want to plant more fruit trees, you have to go to Shimen Village to buy fruit seedlings. ”

Gao Mingcheng sighed, but he didn't really want to run to Shimen Village.

The main thing is that he doesn't want to see his uncle.

said that he was an uncle, and he was related by blood, but in fact, he didn't have much contact, and he was not as comfortable as a stranger.

When he went to Shimen Village to buy fruit tree seedlings, did he buy them at his uncle's house or someone else's house?

Anyway, it's not good, it's better to buy it somewhere else, it's easy to pick and bargain.

Gao Yuanjian saw Gao Mingcheng's reluctance, so he didn't say much. He thinks that the uncle over there is living a good life, and it would be good if Mingcheng and the others got along with the uncle over there.

After replanting the mulberry tree, the father and son went to the old lady's house to see if there was anything they needed help.

Due to the particularity of the era and region, there is no special event for happy events, and there is no special event for this funeral. It's just that cremation has not yet been requested, so I have to go to the mountains to choose a cemetery and dig a grave pit.

Every family has a cemetery, and if someone in your family dies, it can only be buried in the mountains of your house, and it cannot be buried indiscriminately.

When Gao Mingcheng passed, the old lady's house was in chaos, and there were people everywhere, all busy with the old lady's future.

The old lady is highly respected, and he is the oldest elder in the big house, and his death is a major event in the entire village.

Gao Mingcheng wanted to help, but he was young and couldn't do many things.

So after standing here for a while, I had to go home.

After returning home, seeing that many beauties were still a little uneasy, many beauties walked to Gao Mingcheng's side and said uneasily: "Mingcheng, it's all my fault, I want to plant mulberry trees in front of my house......"

Gao Mingcheng smiled dumbly and said: "Don't think about it so much, even if there is really something unlucky, it is unlucky for our family and will not harm others!" The old lady is dying, it is a joy and mourning, don't think so much, and don't talk about it to anyone. ”

There are many superstitious people in the village, and there are more long-tongued women with many mouths.

Obviously it doesn't matter, don't really get involved then.

Many beauties also know the importance and dare not say nonsense, but the mood of the whole person is not high, and there is obviously some self-blame.

Gao Mingcheng is not good at comforting people, but he knows that as long as a person is busy, he will forget a lot of sorrows, so Gao Mingcheng asked many beauties to help him with a piece of bamboo strips.

If you want to weave a dustpan out of bamboo, you have to make a piece of bamboo for later use.

In addition to the thin bamboo strips, there should be thick bamboo slices, used to make the skeleton of the dustpan, first put the skeleton well, and then begin to use the bamboo strips to weave along the skeleton, from the middle and the periphery, after weaving enough size, then weave up about three inches, and then finish.

Under the busy work of the two, the prototype of a dustpan appeared.

Gao Mingcheng and many beauties can weave, and furthermore, most of the people in the entire village can weave, except for a few who are clumsy.

In addition to using bamboo strips, you can also use wicker to weave dustpans and bamboo baskets, which will be smoother and not easy to be pierced.

After a large dustpan is finished, there are still some materials left.

Even so, there is no need to waste, so I knit a small dustpan out, these are all things that can be used, not too much.

(End of chapter)