The rain was so light that it didn't matter if I didn't wear a raincoat.
All the way to the village chief's house, drizzle fell on my body, and my clothes were only slightly moistened, but not soaked through.
The three of them were actually worried that the good Tang Taigong suddenly wanted to see them.
Because of the rain, they didn't even have time to discuss a plan for what happened on the mountain yesterday.
He was anxious and saw the village chief's house arriving, but Tang Mingde in front did not go in. Instead, he continued to walk forward. Zhang Yang couldn't help but asked: "Uncle Mingde, aren't you meeting the Grand Duke? Where are you going?"
Tang Mingde did not look back and only responded, "My grandpa is waiting for you at the village temple."
Village temple.
Song Qiu's heart suddenly became a little heavy.
What is this going to do?
Could it be related to what happened on the mountain last night?
Otherwise, she couldn't imagine why the good Tang Taigong wanted to find them.
But why in the village temple?
Speaking of the village temple in Songshan Village, there are also stories.
Song Qiu still has things about the village temple in her memory, although she has never been there.
This is the village's ancestral hall, where memorial tablets are enshrined. However, the twenty-four households in Songshan Village do not belong to one clan and have one ancestor. Logically speaking, there is no need to build any village ancestral hall.
But back then, Tang Taigong's father built such a village temple.
Moreover, Tang Taigong's father spent money to build it on his own initiative and did not pass through the village.
There are no extra people worshiped inside, they are all people who experienced the great disaster and fled here.
The tablet of Song Qiu's great-grandmother, who was so strong that she fled here with only one son and followed these people, is also enshrined inside.
In addition, going down, like her great-grandfather, her grandfather's father, he was still young at the time, like a child of a few years old, so after his death, the memorial tablet was not enshrined here.
The same goes for other families in the village.
I heard that there are no more than thirty tablets in total.
According to Tang Taigong's father, he built this village temple just as a memorial. After all, they had gone through the most difficult and difficult journey together.
Of course, Tang Taigong's father was not the first to die, nor was he the last to die. There were many people younger than him at that time.
Later, it was handed over to Tang Taigong. After all the tablets that should be placed were put in one after another, the place was locked.
Therefore, going forward, this village temple will not be opened once a year.
Only Mr. Tang has the key, and only he can go in.
It is said that it was a hundred years ago, but it was only nearly a hundred years ago.
That catastrophe has only happened less than seventy years ago.
This village temple is only about fifty years old.
The blue bricks and tiles that were used when it was built at that time have been looked after by Mr. Tang all year round, and he asked future generations to repair them from time to time. Now it looks like a new house.
The courtyard door opened, and the small courtyard was neatly kept. There was no vegetable garden or anything like that, but trees were planted on both sides.
The road in the middle is paved with gravel and leads directly to a big house in front.
There is a self-written plaque hanging on the big house with the word "Village Temple" written on it.
Apart from that, there is not much else in this courtyard.
At this moment, the door of the village ancestral hall is wide open. When you enter the courtyard, you can see Mr. Tang sitting on a round chair on the left side not far from the door.
Tang Mingde closed the courtyard door at the back and did not go to the front. He only let Zhang and Yang go in by themselves.
The three of them looked at each other and then walked inside.
This is the first time they have entered the village temple.
Even other people in the village may not have been here before.
The three of them went in together and were not far from the door. When they saw Mr. Tang, they all said honestly, "Hello, Grandpa."
Mr. Tang was sitting on a round chair, with his crutches aside. He raised his hand, looked at the three of them, and said: "Ah Qiu, kowtow to your great-grandmother, Zhang Yang and Lihua, too."
Your great-grandfather should kowtow."
Song Qiu obeyed and went honestly. Zhang and Yang didn't ask any questions, and the rules followed.
Obviously, the Zhang and Song families who escaped here and survived with their children were all women. The old ancestor of the Zhang family should also be the great-grandmother, not the great-grandfather.
But all three of them knew that this was the biological grandfather of Zhang and Yang, and the father of Li Dachui.
I heard that he was two or three years younger than Mr. Tang at that time, had no family, and had escaped with others.
Later, he left too early. Li Dachui was still young enough to ask for a wife, so he left.
The rows of tablets above have simple words, which are the tablets of "who" and "who". Even the women have their own names, without the husband's surname, so they can identify which one is the one by the name.
Song Qiu took a quick look, kowtowed three times before getting up.
The three of them kowtowed to their ancestors, and then Mr. Tang pointed to the position in front and asked them to come over.
Then he looked back and forth between the three people, and finally landed on Zhang Lihua, "Lihua, come and tell Grandpa, what on earth did you do in the mountains yesterday?"
Leng Buding was the first to be called, Zhang Lihua was startled, and quickly wanted to see Song Qiu and Zhang Yang beside her.
Facing Mr. Tang, in this village temple, where she had just paid homage to her ancestors, and with so many tablets looking at them, she seemed unable to lie.
"Um...didn't Grandpa ask last night? We were chopping firewood on the mountain. Later, my brother heard the noise and ran to join in the fun. We waited for him until it got dark..."
Mr. Tang nodded and looked at Song Qiu again, "Aqiu, is this really the case?"
Being looked at by an eighty-year-old man like this, Song Qiu really felt a lot of pressure, "It's... like this, Grandpa."
Fortunately, she can lie without changing her face.
But the pear blossom looks like this, and there are actually flaws in it.
Now I'm just holding on. As long as I don't tell anyone, I can't tell anyone about Tongniao.
Unless Tang Taigong still knows what they went through yesterday?
Just as Song Qiu was thinking this, he saw Mr. Tang suddenly nod his head, and then said something that almost made people blush.
"It rained heavily in the middle of the night last night. The heavy rain washed away many mud slopes on the mountain. In the iron pine forest, the mud was also washed away everywhere. The tight soil seemed to have been dug by someone.
trace."
Iron pine forest.
It was the same forest they went to yesterday.
It got its name because the areas inside are all filled with pine trees, and there is no extra tree of another kind.
It is also the highest one in their area. Climb two more mountains, go down the mountain col and go up, you will reach the peak where Songshan Temple is located.
In that forest, cutting firewood and the like was not a good look, and there were a lot of fungi growing there.
"Iron Pine Forest? Grandpa, we didn't go to that mountain yesterday." Zhang Yang answered.
Mr. Tang glanced at him and said, "You naughty boy, I don't believe what you say. Don't say anything. I only listen to what A Qiu said. A Qiu, tell me, have you ever been there?"
Mr. Tang's voice raised a lot in this last question, and he was obviously very serious.