Aoshan Village, a mountainside standing on the hillside of several connected mountains, a mountain corner where the terrain is slightly drawn into it.
There is water and someone's house. A stream flows down from the highest mountain behind. Although it is not big, it is also because of the high mountains and dense forests. The stream is constantly flowing all year round.
Since the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, a ancestor named Ruan escaped from famine, and has opened up land and built fields to reproduce and survive. After hundreds of years, it has grown to nearly 200 people, with seventy or eighty houses, making it the largest mountain village in a radius of dozens of miles.
There are two major roads in Aoshan Village, with small roads along the side, and every household is next to the roadside.
Such structures are rare in mountain villages. In mountain villages, ordinary houses are built according to local conditions and there is no unified planning and design
But Aoshan Village is not the case. It is said that their ancestors were originally a carpenter before they fled here. They were good at woodworking. They lived a life of a rope pulling in the ink doll and could not see any messy things. So they made arrangements when building a house in the first few generations, and generations of descendants dared not violate the ancestral teachings, so everyone developed the awareness that building a roadside building a house.
I have to say that the ancestors of Ruan had the eyesight. Now if you look down at the Aoshan Village from a high place, the two roads, horizontal and vertical, extend to both sides, radiating from the middle intersection as the center, seem to be scattered but not dispersed, but say gathered but not squeezed, the momentum is very impressive.
But it is said that a family in the village is named Songgen. He is 48 years old this year. His wife has passed away for more than 20 years. He has a son and a daughter. His daughter has been married and his son has already started a family.
Songgen is a happy person. Although his wife left behind two children, he shitted and peed, and he grew up as a father and mother. Now he has found a husband-in-law and married a wife for them.
But since I helped my son get married three years ago, I have been worried and have not been relieved for a day.
The reason lies in his son and daughter-in-law
Song Gen's son Shuye is 25 years older than his sister Danhua. He is sensible and diligent after he left. Not only did his mother not cry in front of Song Gen and ask for her mother, but instead he told Danhua in a straightforward manner and advised her not to envy others for having a mother.
Not only that, the leaves also help pine roots to take care of the inside and outside of the house. Others raise pigs and their families, and others raise chickens and ducks and rabbits, but they don’t leave them. During the Chinese New Year, every household in the village makes sugar cakes and steams buns, and their families are still busy.
Although it is not as neat as other people's houses, it is not as messed up because of the mistress.
This is true at home, and the fields are similar. Ploughing, plowing, fertilizing, transplanting rice seedlings, and threshing.
But there was an unexpected situation in the world. When Shuye was 19 years old, an accident occurred, which led to a lifetime of regret.
That summer, the leaves were plowing the land alone in the field. But for some reason, the always docile ox suddenly started to madly as if it had hit a ghost, breaking free from the ox yoke and running wildly in the field, running from this field to that field, and jumping from that field to this field. The leaves were whipping the bamboo branches behind, it was not OK if they could do it.
Seeing that the ox was about to run to someone else's field next door to waste crops, the leaves rushed to the front of the ox to stop it.
But the crazy ox not only let the leaves beat, but also pushed the leaves towards his bamboo branches, pushing the leaves up to the sky. What's even more tragic is that the ox stepped on the life root of the leaves, and the leaves screamed and fainted from pain.
After a few days, a passerby villager discovered it and thought the leaves had passed out of heatstroke, so he quickly carried him home.
Besides, when the leaves returned home, the pineller picked rice and went to the mill to grind the rice but hadn't come back yet, so only Danhua cooked pig food at home.
Danhua saw that her brother was carried back by someone, and her face was pale and sweating all over. She thought it was caused by heatstroke. It was obvious that her brother was not unconscious like others, so she felt relieved. She had to take a basin of cold water and boil it with a towel over and over for the leaves.
Seeing this, Shuye knew that Danhua mistakenly thought he had heatstroke. She wanted to tell her the truth, but then she thought about how to say it out loud?
Say that my meat root was trampled by a cow?
OK, even if you close your eyes and blush, what if she says she wants to take off his pants and check the injury after hearing this?
Although my sister is younger than him, she is sixteen years old. There are many girls next door who are married at this age.
Thinking of this, the leaves opened their mouths closed again, and sighed and lay on the bed and closed their eyes. I thought, let Danhong misunderstand it, and wait for his father to come back from the mill and then tell his father carefully.
But Song Gen didn't know anything happened at home in the mill. It was finally time to go, but because there was not enough water in the canal, it was necessary to close the gate and store water.
After the water was stored for more than an hour, the rice was washed away, and the sun was only half of its face left on the opposite mountain top. The originally hot sunlight became much softer at this time. The blocked part became a shadow when blocked by the trees on the top of the mountain. The unblocked part became golden light through the gaps of the tree.
But in the eyes of farmers, no matter how intoxicating the scenery is, the food in the field is not attractive.
The white rice basket is filled with rice bran. The white rice looks like it is only filled with baskets and runs a little more than half of the rice bran. However, after picking it up, the rice bran is raised to the sky. The white rice end is still on the ground and it is still unmovable. There is no way for the spring tree to pull the shoulder pole to the rice bran. The sticking butt is back and try to lift it up. At this moment, the white rice basket seems to have moved, but it is still very reluctant. The spring and the other side have no choice but to move the butt back until they push it to the basket. Now they are finally balanced.
Just like this, Songgen pulled the rope of the rice bran basket with his hands and walked forward, and then changed his shoulders and walked along the edge of the white rice basket with his hands.
The mountain road is winding, sometimes there is a fir tree outside the road ahead. Occasionally, a rock is protruding from the back of the road, but the pine roots are ignored. It is necessary to see that the basket is about to hit the stone, and the basket suddenly sways again. There is always a danger of avoiding obstacles from front, back, left and right
Fortunately, the journey is not far, and when a stick of incense is in front of the house, the pine tree arrives at the door.
Danhong was scooping the cooked pig edible melon scoop into a wooden bucket when he heard the sound and turned his head and shouted: Dad, are you back?
Yes, Song Gen didn't open his mouth when he heard this, and a heavy sound from his throat disappeared.
I don't know if it's the answer or I'm relieved
Danhong seemed to know her father's temper very well. She put down the pig food and quickly washed her hands. She reached out to take a big white porcelain bowl and poured a bowl of white herbal tea in the snow, and gave it to her father.
When my father took the porcelain bowl and raised his neck and slammed his mouth, he seemed to remember it just now and said: My brother is back, he fainted on the ground with heatstroke. Fortunately, someone saw him carrying his brother back. Now he is awake. Now he is lying on his own crib.
Songgen fainted when he heard that the leaves were heatstroke, and his eyes were so nervous that they almost burst out. Fortunately, Danhong continued to say that the leaves had woken up, and his eyes were shrinking back.
After looking at Danhong, I walked straight to the room of the leaves
The leaves have not fallen asleep, but they are so, it's so strange that they are sweating so hard that they are still sleeping.
He knew as soon as Song Gen stepped into the door
But he couldn't shout loudly: Dad, my little cock was stepped on by a cow! If he really shouted like this, would others think that something was happening to a good thing?
Besides, Danhong will hear it, but it is inappropriate
When the pine tree entered the room, Shuye forced himself to sit up. Seeing that Danhong was not following, Shuye said, "Oh, oh..."
Ye, are you heatstroke? What's wrong with you? Song Gen originally asked why he had heatstroke, but before he finished speaking, he heard the leaves moaning, and felt puzzled that the heatstroke would cause dizziness and depression at most, but it wouldn't hurt, then...
Song Gen was wondering, and found that the leaves grinned and narrowed their eyes behind Song Gen, and looked at Song Gen again.
Song Gen looked up at the red flower that was brushing the pot, looked at Shuye again, and pointed to the door. Shuye knew that his father was asking him to close the door, so he nodded slightly
Song Gen closed the door suspiciously and walked to the bed without asking, but frowned and looked at the leaves's eyes.
Then Shuye whispered the reason for the matter, and at the end he couldn't help but scream in pain. Ouch
There is water and someone's house. A stream flows down from the highest mountain behind. Although it is not big, it is also because of the high mountains and dense forests. The stream is constantly flowing all year round.
Since the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, a ancestor named Ruan escaped from famine, and has opened up land and built fields to reproduce and survive. After hundreds of years, it has grown to nearly 200 people, with seventy or eighty houses, making it the largest mountain village in a radius of dozens of miles.
There are two major roads in Aoshan Village, with small roads along the side, and every household is next to the roadside.
Such structures are rare in mountain villages. In mountain villages, ordinary houses are built according to local conditions and there is no unified planning and design
But Aoshan Village is not the case. It is said that their ancestors were originally a carpenter before they fled here. They were good at woodworking. They lived a life of a rope pulling in the ink doll and could not see any messy things. So they made arrangements when building a house in the first few generations, and generations of descendants dared not violate the ancestral teachings, so everyone developed the awareness that building a roadside building a house.
I have to say that the ancestors of Ruan had the eyesight. Now if you look down at the Aoshan Village from a high place, the two roads, horizontal and vertical, extend to both sides, radiating from the middle intersection as the center, seem to be scattered but not dispersed, but say gathered but not squeezed, the momentum is very impressive.
But it is said that a family in the village is named Songgen. He is 48 years old this year. His wife has passed away for more than 20 years. He has a son and a daughter. His daughter has been married and his son has already started a family.
Songgen is a happy person. Although his wife left behind two children, he shitted and peed, and he grew up as a father and mother. Now he has found a husband-in-law and married a wife for them.
But since I helped my son get married three years ago, I have been worried and have not been relieved for a day.
The reason lies in his son and daughter-in-law
Song Gen's son Shuye is 25 years older than his sister Danhua. He is sensible and diligent after he left. Not only did his mother not cry in front of Song Gen and ask for her mother, but instead he told Danhua in a straightforward manner and advised her not to envy others for having a mother.
Not only that, the leaves also help pine roots to take care of the inside and outside of the house. Others raise pigs and their families, and others raise chickens and ducks and rabbits, but they don’t leave them. During the Chinese New Year, every household in the village makes sugar cakes and steams buns, and their families are still busy.
Although it is not as neat as other people's houses, it is not as messed up because of the mistress.
This is true at home, and the fields are similar. Ploughing, plowing, fertilizing, transplanting rice seedlings, and threshing.
But there was an unexpected situation in the world. When Shuye was 19 years old, an accident occurred, which led to a lifetime of regret.
That summer, the leaves were plowing the land alone in the field. But for some reason, the always docile ox suddenly started to madly as if it had hit a ghost, breaking free from the ox yoke and running wildly in the field, running from this field to that field, and jumping from that field to this field. The leaves were whipping the bamboo branches behind, it was not OK if they could do it.
Seeing that the ox was about to run to someone else's field next door to waste crops, the leaves rushed to the front of the ox to stop it.
But the crazy ox not only let the leaves beat, but also pushed the leaves towards his bamboo branches, pushing the leaves up to the sky. What's even more tragic is that the ox stepped on the life root of the leaves, and the leaves screamed and fainted from pain.
After a few days, a passerby villager discovered it and thought the leaves had passed out of heatstroke, so he quickly carried him home.
Besides, when the leaves returned home, the pineller picked rice and went to the mill to grind the rice but hadn't come back yet, so only Danhua cooked pig food at home.
Danhua saw that her brother was carried back by someone, and her face was pale and sweating all over. She thought it was caused by heatstroke. It was obvious that her brother was not unconscious like others, so she felt relieved. She had to take a basin of cold water and boil it with a towel over and over for the leaves.
Seeing this, Shuye knew that Danhua mistakenly thought he had heatstroke. She wanted to tell her the truth, but then she thought about how to say it out loud?
Say that my meat root was trampled by a cow?
OK, even if you close your eyes and blush, what if she says she wants to take off his pants and check the injury after hearing this?
Although my sister is younger than him, she is sixteen years old. There are many girls next door who are married at this age.
Thinking of this, the leaves opened their mouths closed again, and sighed and lay on the bed and closed their eyes. I thought, let Danhong misunderstand it, and wait for his father to come back from the mill and then tell his father carefully.
But Song Gen didn't know anything happened at home in the mill. It was finally time to go, but because there was not enough water in the canal, it was necessary to close the gate and store water.
After the water was stored for more than an hour, the rice was washed away, and the sun was only half of its face left on the opposite mountain top. The originally hot sunlight became much softer at this time. The blocked part became a shadow when blocked by the trees on the top of the mountain. The unblocked part became golden light through the gaps of the tree.
But in the eyes of farmers, no matter how intoxicating the scenery is, the food in the field is not attractive.
The white rice basket is filled with rice bran. The white rice looks like it is only filled with baskets and runs a little more than half of the rice bran. However, after picking it up, the rice bran is raised to the sky. The white rice end is still on the ground and it is still unmovable. There is no way for the spring tree to pull the shoulder pole to the rice bran. The sticking butt is back and try to lift it up. At this moment, the white rice basket seems to have moved, but it is still very reluctant. The spring and the other side have no choice but to move the butt back until they push it to the basket. Now they are finally balanced.
Just like this, Songgen pulled the rope of the rice bran basket with his hands and walked forward, and then changed his shoulders and walked along the edge of the white rice basket with his hands.
The mountain road is winding, sometimes there is a fir tree outside the road ahead. Occasionally, a rock is protruding from the back of the road, but the pine roots are ignored. It is necessary to see that the basket is about to hit the stone, and the basket suddenly sways again. There is always a danger of avoiding obstacles from front, back, left and right
Fortunately, the journey is not far, and when a stick of incense is in front of the house, the pine tree arrives at the door.
Danhong was scooping the cooked pig edible melon scoop into a wooden bucket when he heard the sound and turned his head and shouted: Dad, are you back?
Yes, Song Gen didn't open his mouth when he heard this, and a heavy sound from his throat disappeared.
I don't know if it's the answer or I'm relieved
Danhong seemed to know her father's temper very well. She put down the pig food and quickly washed her hands. She reached out to take a big white porcelain bowl and poured a bowl of white herbal tea in the snow, and gave it to her father.
When my father took the porcelain bowl and raised his neck and slammed his mouth, he seemed to remember it just now and said: My brother is back, he fainted on the ground with heatstroke. Fortunately, someone saw him carrying his brother back. Now he is awake. Now he is lying on his own crib.
Songgen fainted when he heard that the leaves were heatstroke, and his eyes were so nervous that they almost burst out. Fortunately, Danhong continued to say that the leaves had woken up, and his eyes were shrinking back.
After looking at Danhong, I walked straight to the room of the leaves
The leaves have not fallen asleep, but they are so, it's so strange that they are sweating so hard that they are still sleeping.
He knew as soon as Song Gen stepped into the door
But he couldn't shout loudly: Dad, my little cock was stepped on by a cow! If he really shouted like this, would others think that something was happening to a good thing?
Besides, Danhong will hear it, but it is inappropriate
When the pine tree entered the room, Shuye forced himself to sit up. Seeing that Danhong was not following, Shuye said, "Oh, oh..."
Ye, are you heatstroke? What's wrong with you? Song Gen originally asked why he had heatstroke, but before he finished speaking, he heard the leaves moaning, and felt puzzled that the heatstroke would cause dizziness and depression at most, but it wouldn't hurt, then...
Song Gen was wondering, and found that the leaves grinned and narrowed their eyes behind Song Gen, and looked at Song Gen again.
Song Gen looked up at the red flower that was brushing the pot, looked at Shuye again, and pointed to the door. Shuye knew that his father was asking him to close the door, so he nodded slightly
Song Gen closed the door suspiciously and walked to the bed without asking, but frowned and looked at the leaves's eyes.
Then Shuye whispered the reason for the matter, and at the end he couldn't help but scream in pain. Ouch
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