Chapter 99 Digging up the Ancestral Graves "Oh, I... I'm with your city...
"Oh, I... I can't explain it to you city people. You should come back first. You will know when you come back." Zhang Qingshan hung up the phone and continued to busy himself with his own affairs.
On the way back, Li Sanzhu kept thinking, why not let him live in his own house? The worst that can happen is that he will just spend more time cleaning.
There were quite a few of them coming back this time, so the cleaning didn’t take long.
After changing cars several times, we finally arrived at the entrance of the village. Li Sanzhu held his waist and sighed, saying that it was not easy to come back from the mountains and the transportation was too inconvenient.
Li Zhuzi said beside him: "Have you forgotten that this road used to be worse than it is now? It's been decades since we've been here, but how can we forget our roots so quickly?"
Li Sanzhu smiled, thinking back to the past, it was indeed not easy, but they could only try to have fun amidst the hardship.
Otherwise, why do they say it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality?
In Beijing, it is very convenient for them to go anywhere, and there is a subway, which is faster. Here, there is no way to go there. The buses are also shabby and no one knows where they are old cars that have been discarded.
Even so, many people are reluctant to spend money on taking the bus and would rather ride a bicycle if possible.
The village has changed a lot now. If the surrounding environment had not changed so much, they would not dare to recognize that this is their village.
The village, which used to be gray and dilapidated, now has many new brick houses. What’s even more amazing is that there are calligraphy and paintings on these brick houses.
Li Sanzhu took a look at the calligraphy and paintings and found that some of them were TV series and movie posters adapted from Li Daohua's novels, and some were covers of Li Daohua's novels.
Such calligraphy and paintings add a bit of specialness to the village. While other villages are shabby, their village is dressed up brightly and beautifully, standing out from the surroundings.
You can also see people standing in front of these calligraphy and paintings and having their photos taken.
"Hey, Third Grandpa!"
The person taking the photo turned around and saw Li Sanzhu. He shouted in surprise, greeted the people waiting to take the photo, told them that they would get the photos tomorrow, and then ran over.
When he ran to Li Sanzhu, he found that this man was a young man from the village, a few years younger than Li Daohua, but of a lower generation. He called him Third Grandpa and called Li Daohua Auntie.
The young man had a bad fate. When he was in primary school, he followed his family to work in the fields. He was not paying attention and three fingers on his left hand were cut off. He has been disabled ever since.
Since I failed to get into high school after junior high school, I could only continue farming at home. With three fingers missing, I couldn’t farm well and it was difficult for me to find a wife.
He gradually became less talkative. Every day, apart from working in the fields or at home, he seldom went out.
"Daniu, what are you doing..." Li Daniu had a camera hanging around his neck and had just finished taking a picture for someone.
"I'm taking photos for people in the village. Third uncle, you just came back. Our village has changed a lot in the past few years."
"I can see it." Li Sanzhu looked at the strangers in the village. There were no such strangers in the village before, and if there were any, they were very few, just like them, poor and destitute.
Nowadays, strangers in the village can be seen to be from well-off families. They dress differently and are willing to spend money on taking photos.
When he was young, he was reluctant to take photos at his wedding. When Li Daohua and his family got married, Li Sanzhu gritted his teeth and decided to let the couple take wedding photos.
It is said to be a wedding photo, but in fact it is just a group photo. The two of them wore their best clothes and took a photo together in front of a red cloth. This is a rare wedding photo in the village.
It was almost time for lunch and not many people were taking pictures, so Li Daniu talked to Li Sanzhu and the others about what had happened in the village while they were walking.
“The village became what it is now after Daohuagu won the Nobel Prize for Literature. People from all over the country come to our village to worship Wenquxing.
Some wish for their children to go to college and make a lot of money, while others wish for them to be safe and sound...
In short, when these people come, it's just like a big market. They have to spend money on food and food in our village. Mayor Zhang led us and slowly figured out these ways. "
At the beginning, no one in the village knew what the Nobel Prize in Literature was. They knew about literature, but they didn't know what the Nobel Prize was. That's why when Mayor Zhang mentioned this, he got so excited that he trembled all over and his saliva could spray two miles away.
Later, more and more people came to the village, and they gradually understood. In short, this award is very impressive. Li Daohua is the first one in the country to win it. Only one or two people are selected in the world each year.
This is called amazing. Winning the Nobel Prize in Literature is even more impressive than getting into Peking University or Tsinghua University.
Therefore, when the villagers meet others, they often talk about the Nobel Prize in Literature.
When young men and women in the village go on blind dates, the matchmaker must mention that Lijiazhuang is a village that has produced a Nobel Prize winner in literature.
What? You don't know about this award? You are too uneducated. You don't even know this.
As he walked, Li Sanzhu's house was in front of him. His house was not remote. When Li Sanzhu saw his house, his first reaction was disbelief.
I closed my eyes and opened them again, and it was still the same as before.
I dare not open my eyes, hoping it was just his hallucination. What was he doing? Was this still his home?
His family was originally just like countless ordinary rural families in Henan Province, with a house made of a mixture of earth, stone and wood, and windows covered with newspapers, which he had borrowed from Zhang Qingshan.
The gate of the yard is made of wood. He made it himself, but it's not very good. He didn't have enough wood or time to repair it, so he just used it in its broken state.
The lock bolts on top are also rusted. Logically, since I haven't been back in the past few years, the rust should be more serious.
But... looking at the house with its door open in front of him, Li Sanzhu really couldn't associate it with the home where he had lived for decades.
The front door was replaced with a black painted one with a shiny new lock.
When you enter from the gate, there is a large incense burner in the middle of the yard, and there is still incense in it.
The cleaning they had thought was necessary was no longer necessary, as the house was now clean and tidy, even tidier than when they were at home.
"Oh, why isn't the cabinet door closed? The quilt is prone to dust." Lin Jinfeng looked inside and out several times, and the only problem was that the cabinet door was not closed.
Seeing them wandering around, someone soon came over to explain to them that this was where Nobel Prize winner in Literature Li Daohua lived since childhood.
It was the life experience here that accumulated countless valuable experiences for Teacher Daohua's subsequent creations.
"What experience..." How could she not know? When Daohua was at home, she was running around like crazy and didn't know what it meant to sit down and write.
Lin Jinfeng estimated that when he started writing in Peking, he might have been stuck in Ouyang Yuan’s tiny dormitory.
If a person's body is not busy, then his mind must be busy. It has to be something else.
Lin Jinfeng even regretted it and wondered if she had been too good to Li Daohua in the past. If she had kept Li Daohua under control since she was a child, not allowed her to run around, and let her stay at home, she might have become a writer and won the Nobel Prize in Literature long ago.
As soon as they turned around, someone came over to burn incense and chant something.
Seeing this, Li Sanzhu understood why Zhang Qingshan asked him not to live at home.
Even so, he really didn't dare to go home. Living here, he was visited by people all day long, and there were people burning incense here. He was not strong enough and could not bear the incense.
When Zhang Qingshan heard that they had returned, he drove over as well.
Li Sanzhu saw the car he was driving and said sarcastically, "Mayor Zhang is driving a sedan now."
"Hey, what kind of car is this? It's just a broken car. It's not as good as yours, brother. We only got it because we're busy in town. Let's go, let's go eat."
Zhang Qingshan wanted to take advantage of the meal to have a good talk with Li Sanzhu.
This period of time is the best time for their village to transfer money. If Li Sanzhu moves back, many arrangements will be disrupted.
They had dinner in the cafeteria of the town government. Before Zhang Qingshan could say anything, Li Sanzhu said that after dinner they had to rush back to Li Zhuzi's house to pack up, otherwise they would have nowhere to stay tonight.
Zhang Qingshan was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly and toasted Li Sanzhu with a smile.
Talking about the cultural and tourism plans currently being developed in the town centered around Lijiazhuang, all of this depends on his family.
"Brother, you are so lucky to have such a daughter. I admire you. I really admire you! How did you teach your daughter?"
Li Sanzhu chuckled and refused to say that he had never cared about it.
"But the town doesn't rent your house for free. Your ancestral grave is on the east mountain, right?"
Speaking of the ancestral tomb, Li Sanzhu and Li Zhuzi became excited. If there was a problem with the ancestral tomb, they would be truly unfilial descendants.
"Some time ago, someone thought that your family's rice flower could become a talent because the ancestral tomb was well buried and had good feng shui, so he planned to secretly replace his own ancestor with the one he had. Alas, we found out and arrested him on the spot to serve as a warning to others!"
Li Sanzhu stood up excitedly: "Which bastard is so bold as to want to dig up my ancestral grave!"
Let him know, let him experience what it means to dig up someone's ancestral graves.
"Don't get excited. Sit down. We have already arrested the person. You have relatives from the same clan watching your family's ancestral grave. They will help watch over it. If they find someone trying to dig up your family's grave, there will be a reward. The town will pay for it."
This person is best at shirking responsibility. When his children are unsuccessful, he blames others, society, and his ancestors, but he cannot blame himself.
"I heard that your family invited Yuan Tiangang to survey the ancestral grave for 49 days before finally choosing this piece of land?"
Li Sanzhu spurted out the wine he had just drunk: "Who said that? My family's ancestral grave is really good, but we have been poor peasants for three generations?
Mayor, please judge for me. You know best. My family has been poor peasants for three generations. Whose family has such a good feng shui that only produces poor peasants? "
It did seem a little wrong. Zhang Qingshan thought about it and said, "Is it possible? This is the gathering of three generations' luck, which will bring prosperity to one generation?"
Li Sanzhu was even more speechless. Whose consciousness is so high? His father is so selfish. If it were really like this, his father would have dug up his ancestral grave. He asked you to gather the luck of three generations, so why don't you go to heaven?
When Zhang Qingshan said this, he really didn't mean it himself. There are indeed all kinds of magical sayings.
Later, when Li Sanzhu and his friends went home and told Li Daohua about this incident, Li Daohua felt that they had very creative imaginations and were good at making up stories.
"By the way, you can't go out yet?"
"It's almost there, it's almost there." Li Daohua looked at the almanac with dozens of pages torn off.
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