The performance of Feng Kuang and others made Liao Haode so angry that he almost lost his breath. He could find his mother's bones right before his eyes. Who would have thought that these boys would give up the fight?
Several people refused to admit that they were timid, but they found an excuse, especially Feng Kuang, who said: "Uncle, this... wouldn't it be appropriate for me to step on my uncle and grandma?"
People always have a fear of unknown things, just like the rumors of ghosts and gods. Although no one has seen it, they are afraid from the bottom of their hearts.
When they thought of the corpses of dead people at their feet, these angry young people felt chills in their hearts. They pushed each other away, but no one dared to go down any further.
"If you don't do it, I'll do it myself!"
As the saying goes, dogs don't think the family is poor, and sons don't think the mother is ugly. Seeing a few people with fear on their faces, Liao Haode rolled up his sleeves and slowly climbed down from the pit. Below was the place where the old mother's bones were buried. He didn't dare
He jumped directly and disturbed his mother's resting place.
"Grandpa Liao, let me help you..."
As Ye Tian spoke, his little body suddenly slipped down from above. He had slept in the cemetery at night and had seen many corpses. He didn't care about it in the middle of the night. Now it was in broad daylight, and there was nothing to be afraid of.
None of the nephews or nephews in the family helped, but Ye Tian, an outsider, came down. Liao Haode couldn't help but feel a little moved. His lips twitched and said: "Okay... okay, Ye Tian, Grandpa Liao will definitely thank you..."
"Uncle, let me help too..."
Seeing Liao Haode and Ye Tianyi, old and young, staying down there, Feng Kuang's face became a little uneasy. Besides, he was counting on his American uncle to help him fund an antique shop. If he didn't help him now, he wouldn't be ashamed to mention it.
Something happened.
"We have already seen the coffin. We can only push the soil away with our hands. Well, we don't need to worry about the areas beyond the black line..."
After Feng Kuang came down, Ye Tian told the two of them what they should pay attention to, but just halfway through the words, Ye Tian's little eyes suddenly looked straight behind Feng Kuang and said in a trembling voice: "You...
There's something behind you!"
"What?!"
After hearing Ye Tian's words, Feng Kuang suddenly felt his scalp numb, and goosebumps all over his body instantly swelled up. As if a rocket thruster was installed on his butt, he jumped to the top of the pit with a "swish" sound.
"Haha, hahaha..." When Ye Tian in the pit saw Feng Kuang's look, he burst out laughing.
"You...you, I'll beat you up..."
When Feng Kuang looked back in shock, he heard Ye Tian's loud laughter and realized that he had been tricked by this kid. He glanced at his old uncle and his face turned red.
"Okay, Ye Tian, it's almost getting dark now. You should finish your work and go back as soon as possible. Grandpa Liao has people kill chickens for cooking..."
Liao Haode couldn't laugh or cry at Ye Tian's behavior, but the other person was a child, so he couldn't say anything except coaxing and lying.
"Okay, Grandpa Liao, your position is at the head of the coffin, be careful..."
Ye Tian didn't cause any trouble this time. After explaining the location to Liao Haode, he took a small shovel and pushed out the soil. After hesitating for a while, Ye Tian went down into the pit angrily.
"Hey, Ye...Ye Tian, you...come and see, this...is this?" After ten minutes of cleaning work, Liao Haode's trembling voice rang out.
Ye Tianxun looked up, and under Liao Haode's hand, a yellowish skull appeared. He quickly said: "It's a skull, Grandpa Liao, please be gentle..."
It was rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and the coffin used when Liao's mother was buried was not very good. After the coffin rotted, the soil also seeped into it, and her clothes and flesh had long been corroded.
"Mom, my son came to see you. My son brought his father to see you..."
Seeing his mother's body, Liao Haode was filled with grief. He knelt in the dirt with a bang. The fifty-six-year-old man cried loudly like a child, with his face covered with dirt.
The young man left his mother. Liao Haode's longing for his mother for many years turned into mournful cries at this moment, causing Feng Kuang and others to wipe away their tears and shout "uncle and grandma", making the surrounding people cry.
Sounds everywhere.
"Little Ye Zi, Grandpa Liao made you laugh..." After a long while, Liao Haode stopped crying.
"Grandpa Liao, it's okay..."
Ye Tian's eyes were also a little red. Hearing the cry, he also thought of his mother, but Ye Tian didn't know why his mother didn't want him and his father.
I don’t know if the cries aroused true feelings, but several of Liao Haode’s juniors went down to the pit and helped pick up the bones. After more than an hour, the entire tomb was cleared, and all the bones were moved to the coffin next to it.
inside.
As for whether the owner of this tomb was Liao Haode's mother, there was no suspense after a golden hairpin with a phoenix carved on the top was unearthed.
Because at that time, Liao Haode recognized it at a glance. It was his mother's old ornament. Liao Haode had helped his mother wear it when he was a child. Seeing things and thinking about people, he couldn't help but feel sad again.
Seeing that Liao Haode refused to leave, Feng Kuang stepped forward and said, "Uncle, the road is difficult to walk after dark, let's go back early?"
"Okay, go back..."
Due to the current political environment in the country, the crackdown on feudal superstition was still very strong. After collecting the bones, the group of people carried the coffin onto the carriage again and quietly returned to the village.
…
The Feng family's dinner in the evening was particularly sumptuous, with large carps weighing seven or eight pounds and old hens laying eggs, which are usually not eaten even during the Chinese New Year. At this moment, the table was full.
"Ye Tian, eat, eat more..." Liao Haode kept holding dishes for Ye Tian. It seemed that only in this way could he express his gratitude.
Feng Kuang and others who were also at the table looked at Ye Tian with an indescribable feeling. What happened today was beyond the scope of their knowledge.
Ye Tian was not polite. After devouring a meal, he reached out and patted his belly and said, "Grandpa Liao, that's enough. I'm full..."
"Little Ye Zi, tell me... how can Grandpa Liao thank you?" After fulfilling his father's last wish, Liao Haode also put down a heavy burden, and he felt a lot more relaxed.
But at the same time, Liao Haode also accepted a big favor. Ye Tian was not a magician who traveled around the world, he was just a child. But because of this, Liao Haode felt it was difficult to deal with it.
If he is a Feng Shui practitioner, he should be paid as much as he wants, but Ye Tian is a child, so if he pays less, he is bullying a child, and Liao Haode can't even convince himself.
But if the money is given too much, Liao Haode feels it is inappropriate. He has understood the current situation in the country. An ordinary worker only earns tens of dollars per person. If Ye Tian or Ye Tian's family has an extra "huge sum of money", what will happen to them?
That's not necessarily a good thing.
Ye Tianke didn't have so many ideas. After hearing what Liao Haode said, he asked strangely: "Grandpa Liao, didn't you promise Master to help him repair the Taoist temple?"
"This... these are two different things, little Ye Zi, what do you want? Do you want money or something?"
Liao Haode was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He really didn't connect the two things together. Firstly, someone was already repairing the Taoist temple, and he couldn't spend much money. Secondly, in Liao Haode's heart, this matter was all over the place from beginning to end.
It was Ye Tian's effort and had little to do with the old Taoist.
Seeing that Liao Haode's attitude was very sincere, Ye Tian tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "Well? Then Grandpa Liao, just give me another hundred yuan..."
"How much? How much...one hundred yuan?"
After hearing Ye Tian's words, Liao Haode almost fell off his chair. He never expected that Ye Tian proposed such a "big" amount.
In Liao Haode's heart, the burial of his parents together was a bigger deal than the sky. Ye Tian helped him fulfill his wish, even if he paid one hundred and eighty thousand, he was willing to do so.
And having said that, if you were to hire a top Feng Shui master in Hong Kong and Taiwan, it would be at this price. The conditions offered by Ye Tian made him feel a huge gap for a while.
Looking at Liao Haode's expression, Ye Tian thought he was a lion and opened his mouth. He said weakly: "One hundred yuan...is it too much? Otherwise...fifty is fine!"
You know, in Ye Tian's heart, one hundred yuan is a big "huge sum". He can give himself, his father, the Taoist, um, plus Yu Qingya, each of them a new one.
Clothes.
"Stop, stop talking, little Ye Zi, you should take the money first..."
Before Ye Tian could finish speaking, Liao Haode took out a stack of ten yuan worth of workers, peasants and soldiers from the bag beside him and stuffed it directly into Ye Tian's hand.
"This...Grandpa Liao, is it too much?"
Ye Tian was frightened by Liao Haode's actions. This thick stack of money must cost one or two hundred, right? He just helped him find a grave, and he didn't even spend half a day on it. Could it be that he was still eating and drinking?
Got so much money?
"Not much, not much at all..."
Liao Haode waved his hand, thought for a while, then stood up and said: "Xiao Yezi, let's go, I'll take you home, Feng Kuang, you come too..."
It's not clear to a kid like Ye Tian. Liao Haode wanted to find Ye Tian's father to express his gratitude. And just now he had some other ideas in his mind that he needed to talk to Ye Tian's parents.
of.
"Go home? Okay..."
Ye Tian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he stuffed the stack of banknotes into his small schoolbag and put it together with his master's compass. However, in Ye Tian's heart, the banknotes were far more important than the compass.
Sitting in the carriage driven by Feng Kuang, Ye Tian felt a little more enlightened in his heart. It seemed that reading people's geomantic omen and telling fortunes was a very "money-making" thing, right?
Of course, this idea was just a germ in Ye Tian's heart.
As a member of this generation who was born in New China, grew up under the red flag, and learns from Lei Feng’s good example every day, Ye Tian’s ideal is to be a scientist and contribute to the four modernizations of the motherland.
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