The funeral of Li Yueze's parents was held as scheduled.

Of course, at the same time, funerals were being held in many homes throughout the town.

The whole thing can not be said to be sad, the Chinese New Year is a day of celebration and reunion, but it has suffered from this tragedy.

This incident aroused the great attention of the relevant departments, and it did not take long for a news release to call on the whole people to cultivate military force and resist the unpredictable calamity. Public welfare martial arts schools across the country are in preparation, which has greatly suppressed those private colleges and universities with high fees.

Despite this, the 'national cultivation of martial arts' is just a piece of tiger skin.

Not everyone can practice martial arts, and not everyone can put down their livelihood to devote themselves to a strong career, and the burden is naturally on the shoulders of the younger generation, who shoulder the mission of protecting their families and friends, and have applied to various colleges and universities.

Ling Bai attended the funerals of Uncle Li and Aunt Li, and was also responsible for contracting the flowers for the funeral.

Throughout the whole process, Li Yueze seemed very silent, this is a copy of Senior Brother Jingyue, to be precise, it should be a low-profile version. After all, Jingyue ate her younger brother on her own consciously, and the pain was even more profound.

Of course, he is not a person who can live by common sense.

Li Yueze is different, even if he has already embarked on martial arts cultivation, he is no different from ordinary people.

No more comforting words would be of any use to him, and some things would have to be figured out by himself.

After a simple funeral banquet, Ling Bai returned home.

A brand-new red Ankesaila that had not yet been licensed was parked at the door, and the grandparents sat at the door chatting and drinking tea with Miaoguang and Qicai. After a few more people in the family, it also added a little more vitality.

"Whose car does it belong to?" Ling Bai pulled a stool and sat down.

"It was bought by the second elder for the abbot, and this small box can still be used for travel, which is more powerful than crossing the river with a reed in our Buddhism. Originally, the little monk wanted to buy a Maserati to honor you, but the second elder said that it was too extravagant, so he took the money out and brought a red car home for you. Jie Cai explained with a smile.

Maserati?

This monk's net worth is really solid enough.

Ling Bai was in a trance, looked at his grandparents, and scratched his head with some guilt, "I made some money, enough to buy a car, you are..."

"Not bad money. Grandma swallowed melon seeds and said with a smile: "The aura between heaven and earth is revived, and although the body bones are useless, I can still spit out some bird's nest occasionally." ”

"Okay. ”

Ling Bai originally wanted to get a means of transportation in 10,000 years, but he didn't expect that his grandparents had already done it for him in advance. Although what the second elder said was an understatement, he knew that this money was not easy to come by, and it was estimated that it was all saved by his grandfather's medical treatment.

Obviously, you can spit and sell bird's nest to make a living, but you have to rely on labor.

Whether it is a great enlightenment to experience the red dust or to find guilt, this is unknown.

"I almost went back to my house to worship my ancestors. Grandpa stood up and began to clean up the tea set.

"Well, okay!" Ling Bai took the car keys from his grandmother's hand, trying to make his face appear calmer. Before rebirth, he had to go home every Spring Festival to worship his ancestors, but it was not much different from ordinary people.

Today, the world is completely turned upside down.

What will happen to the ancestors when you return to your hometown this time is indeed worth looking forward to.

Looking at the Ankesela sent by the second elder, Ling Bai liked it very much, although the price and performance were incomparable with Qi Pengbo's 86 and Mustang, but he couldn't suppress the love for it in his heart.

Get in the car, start the car, and the engine suddenly roars like thunder.

Mazda's cold-start technology is so embarrassing that I don't know who is twisting the accelerator of the tractor.

After a moment of embarrassment, the car ended shaking and calmed down.

The second elder locked the door, brought some things and put them in the trunk, and took Miaoguang and Jiecai into the car.

The group is just full, the body is relatively strong, sitting in the co-pilot, Miaoguang is still young, and the grandparents are in the back seat, and it will not be crowded overall. Cross the country road, drive over the newly built Sanjiang Bridge, and soon enter the country road among the fields.

Due to the policy of opening the road to every village next year, the road is still very difficult to walk.

Ling Bai has walked this road countless times in his memory, so he is familiar with the road, but when he encounters uneven areas, he still has to slow down. Most people have the psychology of liking the new, the new car baby is not good, for fear of bumping into it, and when encountering speed bumps, I can't wait to put the speed below 10 miles.

Wait for a year or two, hehe.

Speed bumps don't exist! There is only the sea of stars and the speeding electric switch, who dares to overtake the accelerator and step on it to death.

Miaoguang and Jiecai felt very novel, and looked at the backward scenery outside the window along the road.

The country fields, ponds and woods, the smoke of cooking are very close to their age.

All the way to the speed of the turtle, the distance of about ten kilometers was forced to drive for more than half an hour. Ling Bai parked the car on the cement lawn in front of his uncle's house, got out of the car and took out a cigarette, and quietly looked around.

In front of him is a hundred-year-old chestnut tree, covering the sky and the sun, magnificent, when he was a child, he often picked up chestnuts under the tree with his cousin, smashed the thorny surface with stones, pulled out the chestnuts inside, and ate them raw on the spot, the taste was extremely sweet, and the taste was simply endless.

In front of the tree are several low earthen houses, and the quotations of the great men painted with white paint can be vaguely seen on the left and right sides of the beams. For example, "Long live the great man!" and "If the world is afraid of being serious, our party will be the most serious!" "Our principle is that the party commands the gun, and the gun is never allowed to command the party." "Every member of our party should understand this truth: power comes out of the barrel of a gun!"

It's very old-fashioned.

When I was a child, this kind of mud house was very common.

When I was a child, I saw someone building a house, which was a new thing. Watch as they pull a cart of clay, then mix a bundle of wheat straw with the clay, sprinkle it with water, mix the straw with the clay with a hook, and shovel it aside. This is "and mud".

The construction of the house began from the corners, clamped with door panels, filled with good mud, tamped and pressed. With the corner points, it is possible to continue the construction of the wall in between. Use a wooden board more than a foot long and half a foot wide to block the thrown mud to prevent it from scattering, and then tamp and press the thrown mud.

The walls thus built are rough and not smooth and neat. After the construction of the wall, it is cut and leveled with a large flat shovel.

The roof is also mud-sealed, but it is much thinner than the mud used to build the wall. A few men pulled up their trouser legs, stepped barefoot into the mud, stepped on it evenly, and then set it aside. At the same time, the work is also in progress, the beams of the house are erected, the sorghum straw is laid with "thin", and then a few layers of reeds and grass are spread, the thin mud is thrown on, and the mud board is smoothed. The earthen house was completed.

Usually at times like these, the middle-aged laborers of the village will come to help, and the next time another person wants to build a house, everyone will also go. Mutual benefit, help each other!

Retracting his thoughts, Ling Bai shook off the ashes of his cigarette and followed his grandparents up for more than fifty meters, and the newly built house of the second uncle's family was adjacent to the old mud-walled house of his grandparents.

Second Uncle Ling Huang squatted next to the well to wash vegetables, and raised his head to reveal a simple smile.

Tea and food have already been prepared at home, and before eating the main meal, I will eat some melon seeds, vermicelli, fried puffed food, etc., and wait for the main meal to take place while chatting.

Everything is no different from usual.

Just as Ling Bai breathed a sigh of relief, a strange and inexplicable aura suddenly enveloped his heart.