In the plains of Liuzhen, the mother-in-law of Zhang Luo's happy event was called to marry a relative, and the marrying a relative was not afraid of being lively, and he understood everyone's thoughts, and went to the breeding place again and again to invite Xu Enchang, and asked him to attend the wedding of Fenglou. The ambiguous thoughts of the villagers are reasonable, and they make a bunch of Enchang and the new mother-in-law Xiangjiu, and they have always stared at Enchang crookedly, and the protagonists are all together, and now it is a play. What's more, the groom is missing a corner without his father, can the chief sit in the main seat? These many dramas and suspense have become the condiments and highlights of the fifteen gates and one street, and the boring days, so the wedding of Fenglou that day, in addition to the guests who paid the money to eat the flowing water banquet, there were also spectators who were not old and young and did not think it was a big deal.

In the early years, this east cross courtyard was a warehouse for raising livestock, storing plough sticks, rope sleeves and grain seeds. To the west of the big car gate in the south is a livestock shed, opposite a adobe house with horse material and guillotine. Looking to the north, there are three large north houses where grain is stored. In the spring, I don't know what day it will be, from the edge of the wall and the stalk well, there will be a little bit of childlike wildflowers, those dizzying colors, the attracted bees and flying insects will be dizzy. The main house across the courtyard got up late, saying that there was a year when the owner Ai Shutian was very interested in the harvest, and wanted to save a courtyard set for the younger generation, so he built three large tile houses with bricks and bricks. How many years has the house been poked there, and the daughter-in-law's belly is not angry, and she has given birth to two daughters in a row, and she will never be happy again. Until the land reform, the fruits of victory were shared, and the long-term worker Xu Enchang was cheapened in vain. Lao Xu has not started a family until now, and he transferred the house to the nameless bloodline Ai Fenglou, saying that it should be done. It is said that Enchang has a good heart, and some say that it is fate.

In this place, although the customs have changed over the years, all red and white ceremonies are still obeyed in private. In the first two years, the land was reserved for self-cultivation, the market was opened, and it was allowed to kill a pig. People are in good spirits at happy events, fragrant for a long time like changing a person, people are handsome, hands are skillful, according to the customs of the banquet pay attention to a seven dishes and eight bowls, there is red or white. Toast during the fragrant banquet, with a red velvet flower on the head, like a flame, and like a drunken moon candle red.

Xiangjiu was only forty years old that year, and there were good men who watered and fertilized, which was the season when women were sleeping in the summer breeze and the lotus roots were white. Wearing a good powder coat that is in fashion, walking like a wind willow, standing like Guanyin, with affection and hope, without saying a word. During the banquet, countless pairs of eyes did not look at the new daughter-in-law, but looked at Xiangjiu with the expectation of Liubo. Some enthusiastic people went to the breeding place to invite Lao Xu, Lao Xu was feeding the bride's three trailer horses, waving his hand to the comer, only receiving the candy and not going to the banquet. Look at the street tube is quiet, Lao Xu Fu slipped into the mill house from the back of the street, and quietly stood on the roof of the dustpan, looking at the dustpan, and the beans jumped for a while and cried for a while. Disgusted that the beans were bouncing around, Lao Xu put down the dustpan, climbed the tree on the high branch of the eaves to pick the toon, and while breaking the toon, he looked at the open-air banquet in the courtyard of the new house. Just as he saw that his eyes were leaving, he was in a trance for a long time, and he also looked this way, and the two of them met each other, and Enchang's eyes flashed away like an electric shock. He was content at a glance, and at that moment he thought of the nameless, and said in his heart that your son has married a daughter-in-law, and I have fulfilled my heart. Even Xiangjiu didn't know that every year Enchang secretly went to the grave and muttered a few words to Nameless, he reassured Nameless that the children were raised for him, and the wildflowers and weeds on the grave were smiling and nodding, and Enchang's heart was steady for a year. Enchang, who went down the roof, was thinking about his thoughts on the kang in the milling house, when he suddenly heard the sound of the door of the outhouse, and sat up in shock. The door opened, and a little man stood out, combed two pigtails, handed the basket to him, and said crisply: Wine and food, Mom let you eat it while it is hot, and walked away after twisting it. En Chang saw that it was a fragrant old girl, and he thought that his old girl would also leave, his heart was hot, and his tears turned a few times, but he still couldn't help it, so he held his face. Feng Jiao's small name is Shui Ling'er, and she is only six or seven years old, and she is lined up, in addition to Fenglou and Fengchao, count Fengzhi, Fengtai, Fengchi, Fengjiao, two pairs of children, all of them are the flesh and blood of Enchang, how can you not be distracted? Xiangjiu is the soil, children are the roots, with these two things, Enchang has grown into a big tree with roots that is inseparable from willow leaf peach, which is destined for the fate of his life.

That night, the moon shone on the lotus bridge, the shadow of the tree in the road room swayed, and the oil lamp lit up until the rooster crowed three times. The Liwan River, which could not be slept, flowed to the three steps and two bridges, and the river heard the sound of the sauce rod flute of Si Si Ai Ai constantly coming from the mill house, and the flute flowed into a meandering water, wandering in the three steps and two bridges like tears, along the plough bend of the river, and the aftermath lingered until the town of Liuzhen.

Seventeen•

The little sinful father was nameless, and he starved to death in the 60s of the last century. Many people in the village starved to death, first with swelling, and then with old and frail people lodging like autumn grass. The villages and communities around the three steps and two bridges, there are no shabby and simple funerals every day, because people are not sad because they are commonplace. Many old people in the village are good to prepare for longevity, but no one thought that he would have to go first. Nameless knows that his lamp is exhausted, and the only thing he is reluctant to do is two things: one is to find a place to live after death, even if it is a white coffin; Second, leaving orphans and widows, he is not at ease, don't look at the nameless child who is not known on weekdays like a short-hearted person, but Ke Jiner is quite knowledgeable.

In the past, although the family couldn't count on the nameless, he floated in the air like a kite, but he made a whole fuss, but now the nameless child has a good deal, Xiangjiu hugged a large group of children, and he was a little panicked. At that time, everyone in the village loved to call them nicknames, and I couldn't remember the scientific names that came up. The full warehouse and wheat ripened under the fragrant fragrance in front of the head for a long time, and then hatched bean sprouts to give birth to small ears of grain, bangtou, plug head and water spirit. The firstborn Mancang was sensible, and he didn't know who in the village chewed his tongue, and when he saw Enchang from afar, he glared at him and threw stones at him. Eight or nine-year-old children, playing the same way, are inseparable from Mai Shu, who is two years younger, all day long, but have trouble with the four children below. Until one day, Man Cang raised his face and asked Xiangjiu, saying: Mom, people said that except for my sister, those four were all picked up? Mom, what do you call wild seeds? Xiangjiu listened, made a big red face, and was a little embarrassed in front of her son, she hugged her son tightly in her arms, and muttered to herself, you are still young, don't listen to others Hule, you have been in a pile since you were a child, which one is not the milk in your mother's arms? Thinking about it, the person ran away alive, but it made Xiangjiu's face not clear for a few days.

It's not obvious that the name is alive, and the person is gone, only to know that no matter how bad the man is, he will also have a big shadow wall. No name left to return to the west, and caught up with the famine years when there was no rice to eat bran and vegetables, the upper class households in the team, and the families with the whole labor force were not able to mix with water, not to mention that the men in the family were soft and soft, and there was a bunch of chicks waiting to be fed under their hands, how could Xiangjiu not worry? It's a lie to say that you don't worry. If you leave without a name, someone in the village will spread the tongue, saying that this time the fragrance has been free for a long time, and if you get in the way, it is not beautiful to die willow leaf peach? There are also people in the village who speak for Xiangjiu, saying that this is all fate! Make room for the good guys. There are all kinds of things, they all say that people don't eat or drink, flowers and plants grow vigorously, and the willow leaf peaches of Xiangjiu's family bloom better this year than in previous years, and the red flowers that are put out are crowded out of the wall.

It is said that Xiangjiu was not moved, and he was also blind, but what happened next made Xiangjiu's heart float out like an oil slick gradually sank to the bottom. On the day of the funeral, Xiangjiu let the less than ten-year-old Mancang fall into the tile pot, at that time Mancang was not famous, and it was still far away from the nickname of Xiaoxiao in the future. The precocious Mancang didn't shed a single tear, and he looked for Xu Enchang with fierce eyes in the crowd. The moment the two looked at each other, it was very short and long, and Enchang's eyes dodged and fled like glass scratches. There was a crisp sound on the ground, and Mancang threw all his grudges into the smashed clay pot. Mancang carried the spirit flag, Xiangjiu dragged his children and daughters, and the funeral became a sad white snake. Xiangjiu felt that a pair of eyes fell on her back warmly, and the old girl in her arms, Shui Ling'er, shook the braids on her head, and her eyes met the pair of eyes that followed from afar. Although Xiang Jiu tried to make his mind go blank, there was still a sound like an autumn insect in his ears—no name was considered to be blessed—slow nonsense, pure blind thoughts—the milling road house and the willow leaf peach, but there was hope••••••.

There was no longevity, so Enchang changed the large lacquered cabinet from the land and asked the carpenter to destroy the nameless child into a dream bed. The tomb made by Enchang himself is on the slope not far from the tomb of the Li family of the velvet flower tree. The cry of the burial alarmed the blind mother-in-law of the velvet flower tree, and the blind mother-in-law Tan Youyin saw Mancang looking at Xu Enchang with hatred around her neck, and she couldn't help but let out a deep sigh in her throat.