There are such beautiful things in the world... Bah, no, no, there are such wonderful things in the world.
Goethe looked at the eldest lady of the Wang family.
This young lady looked serious and was obviously not joking.
"Mr. Mo, do you know?"
"It has been three years since my father passed away until today."
"I have never been as at ease as I am now."
The eldest daughter of the Wang family twisted her hair with her fingers, and the red rope on the braid kept spinning, as if dancing with the wind, light and beautiful, and the voice of the eldest daughter of the Wang family was full of memories.
Nothing new.
Even after my father passed away, people outside surrounded me like jackals, eager to bite off a piece of meat.
When family members face family property, they look at their relatives as if they were enemies, and they want to take a bite of their flesh.
Wang Xiaofeng gave in.
A lot of pieces of meat were bitten off, and the Wang family's property shrank by more than half. She thought that this could lead to a stable life like before, and everyone could be harmonious.
But this young lady forgot one word: greedy.
How can anyone eat fast and chant Buddha's name after seeing a bloody tiger?
impossible.
have?
Absolutely a liar.
I tricked you into feeding the tigers.
There is no trace of your body.
He got the tiger skin.
"I was such a stupid person back then, and I almost died... No, if Uncle Wang hadn't risked his life to save me, I would have died long ago, and you saved me in the true sense."
The eldest lady of the Wang family stared at Goethe with bright eyes.
"That's how grateful you are."
Goethe emphasized.
"No!"
"is love!"
The eldest lady of the Wang family emphasized, with rejection written all over her face.
"Do you know what love is?"
Goethe asked rhetorically.
The topic suddenly became widespread.
In other words, there is no answer.
what is love?
Most people can't say it, they can only vaguely say one or two sentences that are quite appropriate or even far-fetched, so that countless people praise love.
why?
It's easy to start until no one knows.
No one knows anyway, so whatever I say is what it is.
In Goethe's "hometown", the people of Wuyang Wuyang went to write and film.
What?
no the same?
That means you don't know 'love'.
‘Love’ can be sacred, holy, dark, or selfish.
Of course, it can also be a verb.
Once 'love' has a verb, it's different.
Everyone will be united as never before.
Study materials.
Enrich the theory.
Passionate about practice.
Often I am not ashamed to ask questions.
And the atmosphere is good.
In short, 'love' is complicated, and Goethe didn't think the eldest lady of the Wang family could say Ding Yi Mao Er.
As long as you can't say it out loud, it'll be easy to handle.
Look, you don’t understand it yourself, go back and think about it.
Once the words are rounded, it will be rounded off.
You can't stay alone anymore.
I'm now at peace again.
Goethe had a beautiful thought, but as soon as he said this, a light shone brightly in the eyes of the eldest lady of the Wang family, which had never moved. It was brighter than ever before.
Still firm.
Goethe immediately felt a little faint.
The following words made Goethe even more guilty.
"Someone wants me to be married to the matchmaker. First of all, he is in my sight, and secondly, he is the right match. But if he wants to have a child, I will kill him at night while he is sleeping. Not even his best friend and his family can survive. But Mr. Mo, don't you
Likewise, you don’t have to ask a matchmaker to marry me, I just want to be young and I am willing to do so without any complaints - this is love!"
I love your mother’s love!
Goethe looked at the blushing eldest lady of the Wang family and felt a cold wind blowing down his spine.
Is that what you said about wielding a knife and pillowing someone next to you?
Destroy a whole family, is that what they say?
Is it too simple?
Have you ever considered it?
No more thinking about it?
Cruel person!
This woman is definitely a ruthless character!
Although it looks soft and weak, the cliff is black when cut open.
Goethe's [heart] beat again, and the shape of the hatchet became more and more obvious. The blade shone with cold light and trembled endlessly. With one cut, the corpse was absolutely cut in two.
Goethe shivered in his heart.
"I don't understand Miss Wang's love."
"You are also very nice, but not what I want."
"Besides, I also have a wife, sorry."
Goethe politely refused.
Without giving the eldest lady of the Wang family a chance to ask further questions, she just opened the door and walked out.
I can't wait any longer!
Something will happen if you stay any longer!
Gotta see red!
Bloody red!
Goethe has left, but the eldest lady of the Wang family is still in the room.
Uncle Liu turned into a little snake and climbed onto his shoulder.
"Girl, are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"
"It's okay, just cry if you want to."
"Don't hold it in your heart."
Uncle Liu comforted the eldest lady of the Wang family.
Uncle Liu is at his wits end. If it were another man, he would have used his tail to give him a spinning top. However, this is Mr. Mo, and he also needs to be called Mr. Liu.
Force won't do.
When persuading, you have to be careful.
There are so many "good men" like him in the world, and there is no one like him.
These words are absolutely unspeakable.
Having said that, it would be too shameful.
Therefore, Uncle Liu can only cry if he wants to.
Anyway, time will heal everything.
Uncle Liu has lived for almost a thousand years, but he has seen many people who are crazy about men and women. At the beginning, it was called love with great vigor, inseparable, and life and death.
But at the back?
Most of it is calm.
As time goes by, I forget about it.
Those who cannot be forgotten are all dead.
Uncle Liu doesn't want anything to happen to Wang Xiaofeng.
It was not easy to find such a good seedling, and Uncle Liu planned to cultivate it well. Moreover, Uncle Liu somehow felt that Wang Xiaofeng, who had gone through something, had a different temperament and character.
Someone else?
Go wherever it's cooler.
"It's okay, Uncle Liu."
"I do not cry."
Miss Wang really didn't cry when she said this.
Not only did I not cry, I also laughed.
This look made Uncle Liu's head tingle.
If the heart is bad, it's because the stimulation is so great that it causes hysteria, right?
There is only a lot of it visible, and when it is stimulated, it really goes crazy.
"Girl, it's okay, it's okay."
"If it really doesn't work, I'll go out of my way and ask Mr. Mo to go."
Uncle Liu said quickly.
"fine."
"Uncle Liu, I'm really fine."
"I just think that Mr. Mo is a good and responsible man. With a wife at home, he will no longer contaminate others. He is much better than those who are sanctimonious on the surface but secretly are men who steal and women are prostitutes."
"I, Wang Xiaofeng, must fight for such a good man."
The eldest lady of the Wang family said loudly.
That look in his eyes showed indescribable perseverance.
Uncle Liu looked at it and shook his tail, but finally said nothing.
What to say?
I encountered someone who accepted death.
Nothing you say is in vain.
It's better to think about what to do if it doesn't work in the end.
One person and one snake are pondering in the house.
Goethe left the house and ran to the front of the village.
At this time, it started to snow again.
Not too windy, just a bit windy.
The snow fell on people's faces and felt cold.
As Goethe walked, he sighed in his heart.
That's annoying.
Do you think I didn't offend her?
Goethe asked himself, and then shook his head. He couldn't explain the matter clearly.
He began to divert his attention.
[Returner. Return to hometown] Completed.
This profession has reached the fifth level in an instant. In addition to the supposed increase in mental skills and physical body, it is the specialty [Returning Home in Eternal Clothes].
The characteristics of [Returning Home] are very simple. Firstly, it upgrades [Youziyi] by two levels to reach the level of "absolute". Secondly, it can heal oneself in a very short time.
After treatment, you need to use 'money' to recharge.
"Returning home in glory?"
"It's really a homecoming in fine clothes."
"When I drove back, I had to walk around the ditch. The folks who helped pull the car had to accidentally open the trunk to reveal all kinds of New Year's goods. I had to give it to Hua Zi when I left."
Goethe thought as he walked.
There is no malicious intent, just a sense of simplicity.
I used to feel very boring, but now I feel that maybe life is like this.
Noisy and lively.
What are people drawing?
quiet?
That's not about being quiet at ordinary times, that's an attitude towards life.
It must be lively during the New Year and festivals.
Otherwise it won't be popular.
Maybe it’s because of this popularity.
Fireworks brought by popularity?
That may be the case.
Goethe himself was not sure, and it was hard to say. He shook his head again and looked at Lao Li's house. At this time, Lao Li and his two sons were busy working in the courtyard.
Li Changhai and Li Fugui moved the table out, covered it with red paper, and started writing.
It's not a couplet.
It is the ancestor tablet.
It's just that this word is twisted and twisted, like a dog crawling.
Snap! Snap!
Lao Li couldn't stand it any longer, so he kicked one of them on the butt.
"When I was studying, I knew how to skip classes and herd sheep. Now it's so ugly to write an ancestral memorial tablet like this?"
"what is this?"
"If it weren't for New Year's Eve today, I would have slapped both of you."
Lao Li cursed.
Li Changhai and Li Fugui laughed.
It happens every year.
The brothers have long been used to it.
The scolding is over, the beating is over.
Still father and son, there is no difference.
"Mr. Mo, you are here. Come and sit in the room. I will make you tea."
"You two write it carefully and offer it to me in a moment."
Lao Li called Goethe into the house.
When you are here, don't forget to reprimand Li Changhai and Li Fugui.
Li Changhai and Li Fugui nodded repeatedly.
The two of them really didn't do it perfunctory, they were really incompetent, and their level was just like this. They wrote seriously, and their foreheads were sweating, but the words they wrote still looked like dogs crawling.
Two years ago, Li Changhai also suggested that instead of asking his husband to write the words, he could find a good carpenter to make a memorial tablet.
It also saves time and effort.
But as soon as he said these words, he was beaten up by Lao Li.
What a fight.
Li Changhai climbed on the kang for five days before he felt better.
Later, I didn’t dare to mention it anymore.
I can only bite the bullet and write every year.
"Come on, Mr. Mo, go to the trap."
"I'll grab some peanuts and melon seeds for you."
After Lao Li was busy for a while, he sat down opposite Goethe.
The two of them were sitting in the fire pit of Lao Li's house, which was covered with a layer of linoleum. They didn't need to take off their shoes. When they went to sleep at night, they could just wipe it with a cloth and spread out the bedroll.
Goethe looked at Li Changhai and Li Fugui writing through the window on the side.
"Mr. Mo, are you curious about why I let two bastards write the memorial tablet instead of making one myself?"
Lao Li smiled and spoke.
"Why?"
Goethe was indeed curious.
Lao Li spoke while peeling peanuts.
"In my early years, my family was poor and I didn't dare to think about it."
"Later, when I had money, I had the conditions to make one, but I didn't let me do it - that was a few years ago. At that time, my shop had just become popular, but the family of shopkeeper Wang in the shop next door was in decline."
"Shopkeeper Wang, his wife and Mr. Wang, and shopkeeper Lao Wang, worked up the sugar shop early in the morning and stayed late at night, and the business was good."
"But the son of Shopkeeper Wang and his wife is a prodigal."
"I don't even know how hard it is to be a father and a mother. I only know how to drink and make money. It was just a small fight at the beginning, but later someone set up a trap and sold out my shop and old house in one night."
"The writing is in black and white, and there are also pictures."
"Shopkeeper Wang, his wife and Mr. Wang had no choice but to give up the family business for their son."
"That bastard boy has come back for redemption. He has no money in his pocket. All the people who used to be with him have dispersed. Only his parents are left. After what happened, this boy can be regarded as having returned from his lost ways. He and his parents
Let’s make and sell sugar together again, and life is about to get better. That year, an epidemic suddenly broke out in the city. Shopkeeper Wang, his wife, and Mr. Wang couldn’t resist, and everyone was gone.”
"The boy cried while writing the memorial tablet for his parents. When he wrote it for his grandfather, he cried even harder."
"That kid, I forgot what my grandfather's name was."
Speaking of this, Lao Li took a long puff of the pipe pot with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
"and after?"
Goethe continued to ask.
"I slapped myself three times, shouting that I was not a human being and that I had forgotten my ancestors. Then I knelt down in front of my old neighbor and asked my grandfather what his name was."
"I got it, I wrote it down, I pooled my money together, bought three thin-skinned coffins, and buried my parents and grandpa."
“It’s quite beautiful.”
When Lao Li said this, his complexion became slightly better, but there was still a gloom in his eyes.
Goethe knew that the fate of this filial son and grandson would not be good.
Sure enough, Lao Li continued.
"Maybe it was because his parents and grandfather were gone, which was a huge blow, or maybe because his nature relapsed. This kid went gambling again. This time he not only lost all his family wealth, but also his own life."
"He was tied up hand and foot by some thugs from the casino, put in a sack, packed with stones, and thrown into the Liuhe River."
"During the whole process, I didn't make a sound, but I laughed."
"In the second year, the water plants grew very vigorously."
As he spoke, Lao Li looked at Li Changhai and Li Fugui again.
There was worry and fear in his eyes.
In an instant, Goethe understood Lao Li's intention.
Lao Li was worried that after his death, Li Changhai and Li Fugui would be left unattended.
What's even more scary is that the two of them will make the same mistake as the Wang family shopkeeper.
That's why they were asked to write the ancestral tablets by hand.
It doesn't matter if the writing is ugly.
At least he knows who his ancestors are.
I also know that I have to be a little cautious.
"You must be talking about this a lot."
Goethe said with a smile.
"Talk?"
"It's no use just nagging, you have to be beaten."
"After the hand beating, the soles of the shoes are whipped, and then the horse whip is applied."
"My hands are swollen, the soles of two pairs of shoes are smashed, and three horse whips are broken."
Lao Li shares his parenting experience.
Very simple.
And, practical.
"Is it almost done now?"
Goethe pointed out the window.
"about there."
"All I have to do is find a wife for them and give birth to a child, so that I can enjoy happiness."
Lao Li took a puff of his pipe pot with a hopeful look on his face, as if he had already had that scene in his mind.
The house is full of children and grandchildren, they plant flowers and vegetables in the spring, gossip in the summer, hold up poles to beat jujubes in the autumn, and plow the snow to gather people in the winter.
Goethe listened to Lao Li's murmur.
Such a picture also appeared in my eyes.
His [heart] beats again.
It’s [Returners. Reunion]!
The sixth level career has come a long way. Although it is not yet complete, it is still halfway through.
Goethe's mood suddenly improved.
Lao Li looked at Goethe who was smiling and started laughing too.
The two drank tea and chatted, and when Li Changhai and Li Fugui finished writing the memorial tablets, Lao Li placed the ancestral tablets under the fire kang chimney, erected them, lit incense, and placed fruits and snacks.
"Go, let your godmother deliver the tribute."
In the morning, I light incense on my godmother’s tree.
This formation is for placing tributes.
When the cannons were set off in the evening, they had to serve dumplings.
Not only tonight, we also have to serve dumplings on the morning of the first and fifth day of the lunar month, as well as on the 15th and February 2nd.
Brothers Li Changhai and Li Fugui carried the tributes and left the village.
At this time, every household was pretty busy.
Lao Liu and Aunt Six arrived first.
Both hands were carrying things, and Aunt Six was also carrying a large door that served as a tabletop on her shoulders.
Goethe looked at it in amazement.
Normally, two people might not be able to lift this door panel, but Aunt Six was able to lift it alone, carrying a jar of sorghum wine in her other hand.
The jar contains at least thirty kilograms of wine.
When walking, don't waver or wobble, and be steady.
It can be called a natural divine power.
On the other hand, Lao Liu has a chicken in his left hand and a goose in his right hand. He takes two steps and is out of breath.
This body is really not good enough.
Goethe looked on and said nothing. Lao Li's mouth was so bad, if he opened his mouth, he would--
"Lao Liu, if the ox plows too much land, it will easily die from exhaustion."
"It's just a fool's errand. What are you doing? Help."
Lao Liu said and handed the cooked chicken and goose to Lao Li, and then let out a long sigh.
"Mr. Mo, we're here."
"Just arrived."
"Let's take a walk and go back to the house. Let's take a rest. There are old ladies doing this, so we won't delay things."
Lao Liu said hello and took Goethe into the house.
After a while, in addition to standing guard, all the men on patrol arrived in the village.
When Li Changhai and Li Fugui came back, cold dishes were already placed on three large round tables and one small table.
The three large round tables are still the same as before.
Sitting on the small table were Lao Wang, the eldest lady of the Wang family, Huang Dangdang, and Huang Dangdang's mother. Moreover, the small table was in a room on one side, separated from the room in the middle.
No one said much.
Although the hospitality is warm and welcoming, there is indeed a gap.
Lao Li can let go, but others may not.
No one can eat well if we keep one piece together, so it is better to separate them and no one will be delayed.
Having learned from the past, everyone will refrain from drinking tonight.
But we can't get drunk without even eating the dumplings.
During the dinner, everyone drank slowly and talked about interesting things.
Isn’t that what the Chinese New Year is all about?
After a busy year, we finally got together.
Completely relax and rest.
When there are many people, talking, and excitement, time goes very fast.
In the blink of an eye, it was just before midnight.
The dumplings are starting to cook.
Start posting couplets.
The 200-ring red earth was also laid.
Li Changhai took the incense and moved it closer.
Hiss - bang bang bang bang!
The firecrackers went off loudly, and Lao Li shouted with a smile.
