The annual meeting on the first day of the Lunar New Year is the grandest event in Mengjia Village, and almost all villagers will participate.

In the past two years, because of Meng Xi's master and apprentice, Meng Li has kept a low profile, rarely appeared in front of everyone, and did not participate in the last annual meeting.

This time, Meng Li didn't want to participate, but he couldn't withstand the repeated attacks of Meng Jiangxi's family, so in desperation, he had to agree.

The place where the annual meeting is held is not in the village, but outside the village at Kishiguchi.

Mengjia Village is a typical small fishing village with a rich fishing and hunting culture, and the annual meeting held is mainly to pay tribute to the river god, in order to look forward to the wind and rain in the coming year.

Whether there is a river god in the Huaichuan River, Meng Li does not know, he only knows that accidents occur in the river every year, but even if more people die, the village will still be happy. And the more people who died, the greater the sacrificial event.

The preparation of the sacrificial activities is fully responsible for several village elders, and Meng Jiangxi is also one of them. Because of this, their family set off early, leaving Meng Rou alone and waiting for Meng Li.

Meng Li simply freshened up, and when he finished cleaning up, Meng Rou, who was delicate, had already gone home and brought over the prepared meal. Meng Li smirked at Meng Rou, and then gobbled up the food on the table with a white look in Meng Rou's eyes.

Patting his bulging belly, Meng Li came to the door, stretched out his hand to lead out, and said with a smile: "Please!"

Meng Rou was amused by his appearance and giggled, and then walked out.

On the way to the venue, Meng Li, who noticed Meng Rou's foot injury again, suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, has Meng Qian come to apologize to you in the past two days?"

"No!" Meng Rou's expression was confused, before Meng Li wanted to find Meng Qian Theory, she was still a little worried, when she had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner yesterday, she saw that Meng Li was intact, so she was relieved.

I thought he had forgotten about it, but what did he mean by saying that now?

Could it be that he really went?

Meng Rou suddenly became nervous, and said worriedly: "Brother Meng Li, did you go to find Meng Qian? He didn't bully you, right?"

Meng Li chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Meng Qian, that stupid pig, is not my opponent yet." When I left your room that night, I went to settle accounts with him, and not only did I beat him up, but he promised me to apologize to you the next day. I didn't expect this dead fat man to dare to be perfunctory, and when I met him later, I saw that I didn't clean him up. ”

Meng Rou looked up at Meng Li, her eyes full of surprise.

"Brother Meng Li, Meng Qian is a martial artist, are you sure you can beat him?"

Meng Li smiled and didn't explain.

Abundant harvests!

The old village chief looked at the two signs erected on the platform like pillars, one on the left and one on the right, and finally showed a smile on his gloomy face.

This year is the 30th year that he has served as the head of Mengjia Village, and as the longest-serving village head of Mengjia Village, the old village head, who is now almost seventy, is becoming more and more inadequate.

Today's annual meeting is more lively than usual, but what happened in the past two days has made his mind can't heat up no matter what.

The old village chief walked into the rivers and lakes in his early years, and after some ups and downs, he knew that the rivers and lakes were hard, and when he retreated bravely, he was already in his thirties.

The old village chief, who was obsessed with dreaming of the rivers and lakes and wanted to make a name for himself, crawled and beat the younger half in the muddy pond of the rivers and lakes, and in the end he got nothing but nothing.

When he was nearly forty years old, he started a family, and then he provoked the village chief's beam in Mengjia Village, and the old village chief completely dedicated the second half of his life to Mengjia Village, even if his son and daughter-in-law were buried in the sea, he was opening up a fish road for Mengjia Village, but he could not return in time because of an important negotiation.

The old village chief, who is close to old age, when he lost his loved ones, his mind was completely on Meng Xi, the only grandson, and his dream in the second half of his life was to look forward to this grandson getting ahead.

People are looking forward to Jackie Chan, but he is looking forward to Jackie Chan.

In the past two years, Meng Xi's realm has climbed, and his talent in martial arts has also begun to emerge, which makes him really happy.

The old village chief is a person who has been in the rivers and lakes, and he knows what this talent represents, and he is excited and grateful for God's favor.

But the good times didn't last long, and the abnormal change two days ago shattered his expectations, and Meng Xi, who came back from the water town, didn't know what blow he had suffered, his will was depressed, and he no longer had the confidence he had before.

The old village chief didn't know what was going on and asked him, but he didn't say anything. The old village chief, who had no choice, could only put on the shelf of the elders and forcibly ordered Meng Xi to attend this year's annual meeting, hoping to take this opportunity to help Meng Xi adjust his mentality.

The old village chief, who had been hit more than once when he was young, understood his grandson's mood at this time, and knew that if he wanted to get him out of the predicament, he could only rely on his own strength.

Speaking of which, in the end, it is nothing more than the word "let go".

"Alas!"

With a light sigh, the old village chief turned his head to look at Meng Xi, who was sitting on the side, his eyes were blank and he had lost his former brilliance.

"Son, why are you doing this?"

Meng Xi was shocked when he heard this, and looked at the old man in fear, thinking that he knew what happened in the Water Martial Arts Pavilion.

Before he could speak, he heard the old man say again: "Although I don't know what difficulties you have encountered, I know that there is no problem in this world that cannot be solved. On the first day you learned martial arts, the teacher told you that a martial artist should have an indomitable heart. But how to move forward, you still need to understand it yourself. Child, don't be discouraged by the slightest setback, your grandfather and I suffered when we were young, but you can't imagine it!"

The old village chief's words cannot be said to be serious.

Meng Xi heard his grandfather's good intentions, and remembered the old man's experience of raising him with hard work over the years, he couldn't bear to make the old man sad, he took a deep breath, cheered himself up, and said, "I know, grandpa." ”

The old village chief was relieved, took out a small white bottle, put it in Meng Xi's hand, and said, "If you can figure it out, it is naturally the best thing." This Qi and Blood Pill was specially requested for you by coming to Jieshui City two years ago, and it will be of great benefit to you to break through the first-class martial arts, Xi'er, you don't have to live up to your grandfather's hard work!"

A small bottle, but it carries his grandfather's love for him.

Meng Xi took the small white bottle, felt the weight in the bottle, and his eyes gradually turned red.

"Grandpa, I want to go out for a walk. Meng Xi's voice was a little choked. He didn't want his grandfather to see him crying.

"Go!" the old village chief patted Meng Xi on the shoulder, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

It's too rigid and easy to break, and this child's temperament still needs to be sharpened!

When Meng Li and Meng Rou arrived at the venue, the sacrifice had already begun.

Unlike the older generation of Mengjia villagers, the young men and women were not enthusiastic about the customs of the village, especially the non-existent existence of the river god.

Compared with the most important sacrificial activities in the annual meeting, it is the snack vendors outside the venue that attract their attention more.

Mengjia Village almost every household fishes, there are not many vendors in the village, and the food sold is also very single, basically based on fish and shrimp snacks, among which there is a delicious small dried fish, which is quite favored by Meng Rou.

Next to the snack stall is a trading market organized by the villagers. Every year, it is the most lively place for the annual meeting, and on this day, the villagers will take their useless belongings here and sell them. Almost all the families in Meng's village have set up stalls here, and even Meng Li came with his mother once when he was a child.

Meng Li's expression was a little dim, Meng Rou noticed the change in him, and said worriedly: "Brother Meng Li, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Li shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's okay, I want to stay alone for a while." ”

Meng Rou said in frustration: "Okay, I'll go to my father first, and remember to come to us after you are distracted." ”

Meng Li nodded, and then turned around alone.

The venue was full of voices, and it was almost about to explode. Meng Li listened to the sound of selling and the children's playfulness in his ears, and his mood gradually recovered.

On the day of the annual meeting, the happiest people were those carefree children, not far away, a group of children were chasing after them, one of them was running too fast, failed to stop in time, and accidentally bumped into Meng Li.

Meng Li looked down, and when he saw the other party clearly, he couldn't help but laugh.

This kid is the little boy who showed him the way two days ago!

Next to him was a stall selling sugar gourds, Meng Li threw out a copper coin, picked a string of it, and shook it in front of the boy.

The little boy looked at the extremely tempting sugar gourd in front of him, and said suspiciously: "Do you still want to ask me if I have seen Meng Qian?"

"Clever!" Meng Li touched the little boy's head and said with a smile: "As long as you tell me where Meng Qian is, this string of sugar gourds will be yours." ”

(Collect!)