tkworld Chapter 50 50
Chapter 50 50
Wen Ruxuan once again lamented that his wife was smart, changed into new clothes she had never worn before, put a gray cloth hood over her head, and went out carrying two woven bags of corn seeds.
It was very quiet outside the house, and none of the villagers were active outside, and everyone was forced to change their schedules due to the high temperature.
The sun at noon was so bright that it shone like smoke on the body. The cloth cover soon became wet with sweat, and the sweat dripped down the tips of the hair, and dried on the ground in a few seconds.
Wen Ruzhe quickened his pace, and according to his wife's instructions, scattered the corn seeds from his grandmother's grave to the Earth Temple, and finally poured the remaining seeds on the altar table of the Earth Temple, and ran home quickly.
Wei Yan had already cooked the white fungus soup, and as soon as the man came back, he brought the cold white fungus soup to the table: "No one saw it?"
Wen Ruzhe gulped it down like a cow drinking water: "No, they are all sleeping at home at this time, no one is going out."
"Take off your clothes and I'll burn them."
"Nice new clothes..." Wen Ruzhe was reluctant: "Just wear them at home, it's okay."
"Stop talking nonsense and take off."
Anyway, it’s going to be burned, so it’s better to use the waste before burning, Wen Ruyan cut the good clothes and pants to tatters with a few scissors, went to the living room with a black face and red to hug his wife: "Yanyan, come and show me how to wear it."
Wei Yan: "..." No matter how bad you are, you can't cover the place that should be covered.
"You are shameless."
"Well, I'm shameless, I want you."
Wei Yan: "..."
Wen Ruxuan quickly realized the charm of holding the pipa half-hidden.
The tattered clothes and pants were torn even more, and a large piece of white skin leaked out.
The back of Wei Yan's neck was dotted with red marks, like little strawberries dotted on a cow cake.
Wen Rujuan felt that his wife's sweat was sweet, and no amount of kissing was enough.
In the evening, when Wei Yan was exhausted, Wen Rujue poured the last bit of water from the house into the laundry tub, took a bath for his wife, and then simply wiped himself off with the bath water his wife had used: "Yanyan, I'm going to transport it." The water is gone, you stay at home obediently."
It was Wei Yan's humming sound that answered him.
Wen Rujue stroked his hair, turned around and went out to look for Yan Qingyang.
It was still early, and Yan Qingyang hadn't woken up yet, when he heard the knock on the door, he yawned continuously: "Wen, why are you knocking on the door so early?"
It’s better to be early, before the villagers find the corn seedlings, or they won’t be able to leave later: “Let’s go to carry water together, I will seven and you will be three, and you don’t need to work hard. That's fine, I'll move it myself."
Yan Qingyang's eyes gleamed brightly as he didn't take advantage of the door-to-door delivery: "How embarrassing."
"Whether you want to go or not, if you don't do it, I will find someone else."
"Go, go, wait for me for a minute, I'll change into long sleeves."
"hurry up."
It was too dangerous for the two of them to leave the village, so Wen Ruzhe knocked on the door and called the Jiang brothers.
Jiang Wei and Jiang Jun are hard-working people, they wish they could go out early, put on their clothes and follow them.
Yan Qingyang lent Yuan Jie the trolley on the condition that [-]% of the water would be used as rental fee when he came back.Yuan Jie has no objection to this point, it is a good thing to borrow things from other people's houses.
At the same time, other industrious people in the village also got up and started working.
Widow Qian held the jar and poured out the last cornmeal. It was so shallow that it didn't even cover the bottom of the bowl. How could it be enough for her daughter?
Qian Xiqing heard the old woman sigh and walked over to take a look: "Mom, I'll go to the mountain to see if there are any wild vegetables."
When the mountain fire burns, the mountain is covered with charcoal, and how can wild vegetables grow without rain?With a clear heart, Widow Qian still wanted to try her luck: "I'm with you".
The mother and daughter went up the mountain with a basket on their shoulders. They didn't eat anything. After walking for a while, both of them were a little dizzy, so they leaned on the stone to rest their breath.
Qian Xiqing is dressed like a man now, her hair is cut close to her scalp, she is wearing men's clothing, her small face is sallow, and she does not look like she used to.
Widow Qian was heartbroken. She knew that her daughter was the most beautiful girl. She spent thousands of yuan perming her hair without blinking her eyes. She bought a large table of lipstick for three or four hundred yuan. Stilettos, drink water with a straw.
If it weren't for the poor age and panic, why did he make it look like a man and a woman?
It's not that I haven't thought about getting married or recruiting a son-in-law. Which man with better conditions is willing to step in?The conditions are too poor, let alone her daughter, she can't even look down on her.
Marriage is also difficult. In rural areas, most of the begging for wives is to carry on the family line. My daughter is a DINK, and I told her early on that she would not have children.
She scolded and persuaded her, and her daughter pushed back with just one word.
"I don't want my child to suffer like me when I'm born", these words are really digging her heart. She knows that her daughter had a hard time when she was a child. Other little girls started school with new schoolbags and new clothes. Her daughter has been picking up children from relatives and friends. I wear the clothes I don’t want, and put the patches on the schoolbag layer by layer.
Once when I signed up, a child asked her daughter in front of her face: "Why do you keep carrying your old schoolbag?"
The daughter's eyes were red and she said nothing.
Her face also seemed to be thrown on the ground and trampled on.
But at this time, if you don't get married, there is no way out. She tentatively said again: "Xiqing, do you want to find time to meet the young man introduced by Granny Huang?"
"No, what will you do if I get married?" I also knew that the man would definitely not let his mother-in-law in.
"You don't have to worry about me." She is half-buried in the loess. If she starves to death, she will starve to death. If her daughter can save her life, she will die without regret.
"Don't bother, if you say you don't marry, you won't marry." Qian Xiqing suddenly caught a glimpse of green, suspecting that she was starving, and misread: "Mom, look over there, is it green?"
Widow Qian looked over and said, "Come on, let's go and have a look." Even if it's not wild vegetables, grass roots can be chopped and cooked.
When they got closer, they realized that it was corn seedlings. The verdant corn seedlings were in stark contrast to the withered and yellow corn seedlings down the mountain.
How can such a good corn seedling grow on a dry land where no grass can grow?
Was it a ghost or a bodhisattva?
The two walked along the line formed by the corn seedlings. One end was Grandma Wen's grave, and the other end was the Earth Temple.
Qian Xiqing's eyes were dazzled by the golden corn kernels on the table, and she subconsciously walked over to grab a handful.
Widow Qian slapped her hands twice: "Kowtow to the Bodhisattva first."
"Oh," Qian Xiqing had always sneered at feudalism and superstition, but the miracle was right in front of her eyes, so she couldn't help but not believe it.
Widow Qian kowtowed so sincerely that her forehead was swollen.
Qian Xiqing's three views were subverted, and she was a little stunned: "Mom, why is Grandma Wen's grave on the other side?"
"Maybe Grandma Wen has become our land bodhisattva," Widow Qian guessed.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that this is the truth. Grandma Wen is a kind person who is willing to pick up abandoned babies and take them home to raise. Those who do good deeds and accumulate virtue should become Bodhisattvas after they die.
She completely forgot that when Wen Dashan disappeared inexplicably more than 20 years ago, she also wentssip with the villagers about Grandma Wen.
The Bodhisattva's things should not be moved casually, so the mother and daughter split up into two groups, one to find Uncle Ba, and the other to find Wen Ruxuan.
Wen Ruzhe was not at home, only Wei Yan, who had just fallen asleep, was left. The knock on the door made his head almost explode, and he opened the door sleepily: "What are you doing?"
Seeing Wei Yan, Qian Xiqing showed her big white teeth excitedly: "The Earth Bodhisattva has appeared, and Grandma Wen is the Earth Bodhisattva."
"What's the mess?" Wei Yan pretended to be confused with understanding.
"Is Wen Ruzhe here? You can go and see later and you will understand."
"Brother Xie is not here, he went to carry water."
"Then I'll wait for him with you." Qian Xiqing squeezed in naturally, describing the scene just now vividly.
The two were sitting in the yard, Wei Yan didn't let her into the house, and he couldn't show her the foam box in the house.
Even the chubby Xiaohan was locked in the house, and the puppies who were so fat that their chassis mopped the floor would cause trouble if they were seen by outsiders.
Qian Xiqing's mouth was dry as she spoke, and two small drops of blood came out from two cracks on her dry lips.
Wei Yan wanted to pour boiling water for her, but there was not a drop of water in the kettle, only white fungus soup.
Tremella soup is specially scooped on the upper layer, with more water and less tremella.Qian Xiqing was pleasantly surprised at first, then scared, don't you just fancy her?
Wei Yanzheng is developing her aesthetic point. If she didn't mind talking about a relationship that would break up after three months, but now, she doesn't dare to cuckold the grandson of the Land Bodhisattva.
She calmly sat a little further away from Wei Yan, Wei Yan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he didn't bother to care about her, and lay on the rocking chair with his eyes closed to make up for sleep.
The eighth uncle brought the villagers here in a mighty way, and everyone agreed with the statement that Grandma Wen became the land bodhisattva.
Regardless of growing fruits or crops, Wen Rujue has always been better than everyone else.I couldn't figure it out before, but now I finally found the reason.
As for Wen Dashan, he is not filial to his wife, he deserves it for not protecting him.
Everyone was very enthusiastic when they saw Wei Yan, sitting under the eaves, talking to each other.
Some people say that Grandma Wen liked to do good deeds when she was young. She often helped the lonely and widowed old people dig the land, and anyone in the village was willing to help when there were weddings and funerals.
Some people also said that on the day Grandma Wen died, they saw a golden light flying from Wen's house to the Earth Temple.
Some people even said that when they got up at night, they saw a group of people who looked like government servants in soap clothes and swords carrying sedan chairs.
It was Xiao Yunxing who said this. It was July and a half, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Her house has not yet built a new house. It is an old-style soil embryo house and dry toilet. Below the dry toilet is a cesspool.
Anyone who has been in the country for a long time knows that because the excrement and urine need to be piled up and fermented before they are picked up to irrigate the land, the cesspool cannot be cleaned for a long time, and the stench will stink when the weather is hot, so it is usually repaired separately next to the house.
Xiao Yunxing is a woman alone, timid, she doesn't want to think about the night, but she can't hold it back anymore, she hurriedly ran to the dry toilet to pee, and was about to go back to the room when she heard the sound of knocking, and the hand pushing the door stopped , Thinking of a mouse marrying a daughter, a ghost carrying a sedan chair in the middle of the night, etc., the hairs stand on end.
The cold wind poured into her neck and made her shiver. She leaned to the crack of the door and looked out. A dozen men in black clothes whose faces could not be clearly seen floated by carrying sedan chairs.
Her legs went limp all of a sudden, and she sat down on her buttocks, almost falling into the cesspit.
It was her husband who came out to look for her when he saw that she hadn't returned to the house for a long time, so he helped her back.
Later, she fell ill for a while, and always felt that there was a black shadow standing beside her bed when she fell asleep.
Thinking about it now, it can't be said that I met the Land Bodhisattva visiting the village.
What an honor.