Chapter 385 The Yearning of the Heart - Homecoming!
Early the next morning, when it was just dawn, Lijiatun started to be busy.
First, the whole family worshiped the Kitchen King.
Then, the aunts began to clean, and the old and young men went to the city to buy new year's goods again. This time they did not buy them in pieces before, but led the animals back in large numbers.
When the old and young men come back, they take a bath and shave their heads.
As the saying goes, if you have money but don't have money, you can shave your head to celebrate the New Year. This is the truth.
While the old and young men were bathing and shaving their heads, the aunts and uncles who had cleaned the house were cutting the window grilles.
In the evening, we started making our first dumplings.
Eating dumplings means that the "New Year" has begun, that is, from today until February 2, Lijiatun has begun the long cat winter.
Of course, it's not absolute.
Lijiatun is like this, but the black land is so big, so it has to be a little different.
What's more, Haimen, the Imperial Capital, and Shencheng, which are further away, are even more different.
In the morning, Lao Li's family also offered sacrifices to the Stove King.
Cleaning is left to Aunt Six and others.
Lao Li's daughter-in-law died of illness in his early years, and the daughter-in-law Li Changhai was interested in was spoiled by a gangster. Li Fugui was still young, so it would take two years to wait for him. Therefore, the three bachelors of Lao Li's New Year celebrations depended entirely on the people in the village.
People help.
People in the village are also willing to help.
Because Lao Li is capable and loyal.
Even though my family became rich, I did not forget the people in the village.
Not only are they allowed to work in their own shops and those who are not satisfied are also introduced to other jobs. Even if they are a bit more difficult and tiring, they are still better than living in the mountains all their lives.
Therefore, the whole village not only followed Lao Li's lead, but was also full of gratitude.
"Chang Hai, go and invite Mr. Mo!"
"Fugui, I'll see you later, don't talk nonsense!"
Lao Li was smoking a pot.
Li Changhai walked quickly to the back of the village.
Li Fugui scratched his head with an honest look on his face.
Unlike Li Changhai, who believed that there were strange people in the world and that there were blessings in famous mountains and rivers, Li Fugui was completely on the other extreme and basically dismissed these things.
I think it's a lie.
Of course, this was before Mr. Mo showed up.
After Mr. Mo appeared?
Li Fugui went from one extreme to another.
Even more fanatical than his brother.
However, due to the sarcastic remarks in the past, I feel embarrassed to approach Mr. Mo at this time.
From the bottom of your heart?
Just look at the envious look on Li Fugui's face when he looks at his brother.
Lao Li looked at his youngest son, raised his leg and kicked him lightly.
"Go if you want. I'm not a wimp."
"Mr. Mo is reasonable and will argue with you?"
Lao Li said angrily.
"Dad, I know Mr. Mo won't argue with me."
"The more Mr. Mo doesn't care, the more uncomfortable I feel."
"It feels like there's something stuck in my heart."
Li Fugui scratched his head and smiled bitterly.
"Well, I'm still a bit manly. I'll talk to Mr. Mo later..."
Lao Li felt sorry for his son, so he was ready to personally come forward to expose this matter.
But before Lao Li finished speaking, Li Fugui waved his hands.
"Dad, please don't interfere in this matter. I feel uncomfortable to begin with. If you interfere again, I really won't be able to see Mr. Mo. I'm thinking about how to do this, okay?"...
"OK."
Lao Li nodded and grinned.
He, Lao Li, was illiterate, but the son he taught was not a shame.
Regardless of that, it doesn't matter.
He's a good boy.
The more he thought about it, the happier Lao Li became, and he often felt relieved in his heart.
"Xiuqin, Lao Li is worthy of you. Next time you ask for a dream, don't scold me, Lao Li."
Lao Li was thinking in his heart.
In the distance, Li Changhai came over with Goethe.
"Mr. Mo!"
Lao Li quickly said hello.
Goethe nodded.
Afterwards, the group of four people walked towards the outside of the village.
Goethe and Lao Li were side by side in front, while Li Changhai and Li Fugui were holding things in the back.
"My godmother is in the forest ten miles ahead. The biggest tree when you enter is - when I was a child, the midwife said that I was weak in fate and that I needed a powerful godmother to grow up smoothly.
, otherwise I might die young.”
"My father came of age and had a son, and he felt sorry for me. He immediately spent a lot of money to find a husband to see her, and finally gave up on my godmother."
"My godmother is amazing."
"There used to be a lot of trouble in the village. I was almost obsessed with one and was blinded. Then I got sick. When I recovered, my father went to take me to see my godmother. There was a hanging tree hanging on the fork of the tree.
Wearing a piece of yellow leather."
Lao Li was talking about his godmother tree as he walked.
Half true and half false.
The midwife said that he has a weak fortune, which is true.
It is true that I spent a lot of money to find my husband.
And the later Huangpizi?
It was Lao Li's father who led the hunters in the village to hunt them.
Just because Huang Pizi is one of the five immortals, he was afraid of being retaliated, so he hung up on the godmother tree after hearing what his previous husband said.
Goethe listened to Lao Li's words and didn't say much.
He has seen that Ganma tree before.
It’s similar to the Wang family’s ‘Baojia Xian’er’.
They are all considered good spirits.
However, unlike the Wang family's 'Baojia Xian'er', this godmother tree seems to be more 'selfless'.
There is no need for any Xianjia Tower or worshiping every day, as long as you don’t forget it during the New Year and the holidays, that’s fine.
They are almost the same as the real old people at home.
Sitting in front of the door every day, waiting for the child to return.
Goethe remembered that he was in junior high school. Because there was no junior high school in the orphanage, he had to go to a public junior high school. The director of the orphanage put him on the bus every day and waited for him at the bus stop in the evening.
It was like this every day for three years in junior high school.
Until he went to high school and lived on campus, it became a matter of waiting for him to come back for the holidays.
"call!"
Goethe took a breath and suppressed his thoughts.
By this time, we were already in the woods.
Among all the trees, the Ganma tree is extremely conspicuous.
Not only because of the red ropes tied to the tree branches, but also because this godmother tree is so tall that it looks like an adult standing among children among the trees.
"Is this... spruce?"
I didn't think anything of it when I looked at it from the air with the help of [Blood Crow Spirit], but when I actually stood under the godmother tree, I realized that the tallness of this godmother tree had already exceeded the scope of ordinary spruce.
Goethe looked at it from the side.
Lao Li and his two sons got busy...
Offerings of incense, candles, melons and fruits were placed one by one.
Each person has a red rope tied to the branch of the tree.
"Godmother, Lao Li and his two sons are here to see you."
"Kowtow to my godmother."
Lao Li said, picked up the incense stick and knelt down.
Li Changhai and Li Fugui knelt behind Lao Li.
Goethe stood a little further away.
He could clearly feel that as Lao Li and his son knelt down to worship, the 'spirit' of the godmother tree became active, as if waking up from a deep sleep and seeing a close relative.
That was exciting.
Even more delighted.
It was just like the smiling face of the dean in his memory.
The incense sticks of Lao Li and the others were inserted into the soil in front of the root of the godmother tree. It was not that they didn’t want to place an incense burner, but that if they put up an incense burner, they would have to throw away another incense burner. There are too many wild beasts in the forest, and they might be picked up by something.
Already.
After placing the incense, Lao Li sat at the root of the tree and chatted with his godmother tree.
Not only do the parents in Lijiatun have a bad attitude, but they also have the development of shops in the city, and there are also some difficult things that can't be explained in the past. It's really like talking to your own parents.
In the world, except for parents, there is no one else who can tolerate their children unconditionally.
And Lao Li lost his parents long ago.
The only one who can talk about it is Ganma Shu.
Goethe looked a little envious.
At that time, like Lao Li, he confided everything about himself to the dean's mother.
"Are you okay?"
Goethe whispered to himself.
For half an hour, the incense burned out three times.
"Godmother, I'll come back when I'm thirty!"
As Old Li said this, Li Changhai had been waiting beside him for a long time. Li Fugui picked up the tributes, and instead of taking them back, he broke them apart, crushed them into pieces, and scattered them in all directions.
This means a treat.
Lao Li bowed his hands and bowed around him again.
After confirming that nothing was missing, the four of them turned around and returned to the village.
By the time we entered the village, the old and young men who had bought their last New Year shopping had already returned, and a group of children were pestering their respective adults to happily ask for sweets.
If this had been normal, it would have been done long ago.
But today is a young year, and the situation is different.
The adults in each family took out one or two candies from their pockets.
There's more to candy than just that.
But the big head must not be taken out now. Who doesn’t have relatives and friends? When visiting relatives and friends in the first month of the year to entertain people, you must have peanuts and melon seeds, as well as sugar melons.
In the early years, when Lijiatun was poor, everyone would be eager to see candies when they went to relatives and friends' houses. If their own children were greedy and wanted them, they would be scolded by them.
Some children make violent noises, and men have to take action.
It's really difficult to spank a child in the first month of the year.
The daughters-in-law quietly wiped away their tears.
Who makes his family poor?
In the coming year, the family will work harder.
No reason, just so that the children can eat candy during the Chinese New Year.
It's a pity that I still can't eat it.
Until Lao Li dug up the century-old ginseng and led the entire village to become rich.
Therefore, when they saw Lao Li coming back, the young and old men in the village greeted him one after another.
"Shopkeeper, come to my house to eat dumplings tonight."
"Brother Li, come to my house tonight."
"Lao Li, I'll go to my second uncle's house tonight."…
There are all kinds of names. Lijiatun has always been related to each other, and Lao Li has not forgotten his roots even after he became rich. This makes the names more and more confusing, but also more and more familiar.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Lao Li smiled and nodded repeatedly.
Why does he, Lao Li, work so hard?
Don’t you just hope that your son will succeed and the folks in Lijiatun can live a good life?
Now the goal is more than half achieved.
Then there's nothing to be unhappy about.
Later, Lao Li was lucky enough to stand on a big rock with pickled cabbage in the village. He shouted loudly: "Today is a small year, the harvest in our village is good, and Lao Li's shop also relies on the support of young and old men.
Come to my house tonight, the food and wine will be enough, but each family has to provide the dumplings, and our old Li family doesn’t have an aunt who can make dumplings."
Everyone laughed when he said one sentence.
Lao Li directed Li Changhai and Li Fugui to ride to the city to buy wine.
There is no shortage of meat at home.
I also saved a lot of vegetables.
However, the wine is definitely not enough.
Throughout the year, the men in Lijiatun only let loose and drink occasionally.
And once you let go of drinking, that person will have to drink half a catty. If you can drink, drinking two catties will not be a problem.
If you look at the men who are the head of the village, they have more than 30 wives.
Pinch off the head and remove the tail, and if one person weighs one pound, it would still be forty pounds.
Lao Li has saved wine, leaving aside the medicinal wine, and only has seven or eight kilograms left, which is definitely not enough.
"I know, Dad."
The two boys from Lao Li's family left happily.
Money is spent.
But happy.
When the men of each family saw this, they also asked their mothers-in-law to put more meat in the dumpling fillings. It was not late at night, and they were having a great time drinking. When they took a bite of the dumplings, they were all filled with pickled vegetables.
Are you still a human being?
Even if you are ashamed, you will be ashamed to death.
Goethe stood aside and looked at the lively Lijiatun.
Busy, but with a smile.
A very pure, simple smile.
Just like the smile of the dean’s mother.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Goethe knew that he was homesick.
Think of a home that is not very wealthy, needs older children, working subsidies, and younger children have to restrain themselves to maintain it.
There was some unpleasantness, but it was all children's play.
Some discomfort is just the nature of children.
But what’s more is happiness!
The little fat guy who always bullied him had him pinch his neck in the middle of the night and almost suffocate him. During the Chinese New Year, he took the initiative to admit his mistakes to him, saying that it was his fault at that time.
The street gangster who wanted to take advantage of the dean had drunk too much, so he and Xiaopang put a sack on him and beat him up.
Later, he drank too much and slipped, fell into the river and drowned. It had nothing to do with him.
Those annoying guys all became his friends after friendly communication with him.
It can't be done.
They all disappeared too.
Nothing.
He couldn't remember those guys, he only remembered the orphanage.
That's his home.
He also wants to go home and eat dumplings.
The strong thoughts made Goethe breathe quickly and his heart began to beat violently.
Winter, winter winter!
Every beat is like the beating of a war drum.
Every blow was like a thunderous explosion.
Everyone in Lijiatun looked over, and when they found out it was Goethe, they immediately showed expressions of relief.
It turns out to be Mr. Mo!
Then it’ll be okay!
How capable Mr. Mo is!
What does this little strange noise mean?
Everyone went to do their own things.
Goethe turned and returned to the room.
His heart calmed down.
But his [heart] is extremely active.
His thinking also became active, and Goethe could even feel that his soul was constantly rising.
In front of his eyes, the orphanage appeared.
There, everything was just as he remembered.
Every plant and tree.
Exactly the same.
His mother, the dean, was standing there waiting for him.
Winter, winter winter!
The calmed heart beats again.
An active [heart] is more joyful.
The two kinds of constant movement began to fit together in a certain way.
It seems like it should be like this.
This kind of fit goes from being unsuitable to adapting.
Breathe in, complete.
And when the heart and [heart] complete the fit again and again, they begin to become indistinguishable from each other.
The yearning of the heart.
It’s the reflection of [heart]!
What Goethe was thinking deep in his heart was embodied in [Heart], and the existence that was most needed for him at this moment——
