Chapter 178 Chapter 178 Worship the Sacred Tree
As soon as the college entrance examination was over, the sky, which was holding back the snow, started to snow heavily. It was like the sacks of goose down in a down jacket factory were thrown into the sky and then suddenly opened, and the sky and the earth were all white.
The old people who had been anxious because it had not snowed before but did not dare to speak out for fear of affecting the mood of the candidates now breathed a sigh of relief, chanting "auspicious snow means a good harvest", and the wrinkles on their faces stretched out like blooming chrysanthemums.
The snow fell heavily for seven or eight days in a row. When it finally stopped, the snow on the ground was higher than people's knees.
There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the snow on the ground was bright and white, reflecting the light from the sky, flickering.
Every drop of water on the river and every branch on the mountain were frozen solid, and the school had also started its winter vacation - the winter vacation in Heilongjiang Province started earlier than in other places.
Without necessary work tasks, Song Ruan would be even more reluctant to go out. For seven consecutive days, I slept soundly at home.
But there are always people who are not afraid of the cold.
“Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold…”
Han Zhenzhen was wearing a hat with big ears on her head. She hunched her neck and bent her back like an old lady. She walked in while rubbing her hands tremblingly and her teeth chattering.
"Good thing, hello, hello."
She skillfully greeted the donkey who came to open the door.
The good guy who was kicked out from the warm room to open the door snorted angrily and swung the real door-opening rope in his mouth heavily.
What's good about that? Just try opening the door after being thrown out in this cold weather and see if you're okay.
Run outside as soon as the snow stops. You are more resistant to cold than a donkey.
Han Zhenzhen tremblingly took out a piece of egg and milk biscuit from her pocket and stuffed it into Haoshi's mouth.
Good things:!
Its black eyes suddenly widened, and it stretched out its long neck and made a standard bow: Welcome, dear guest, please come in!
Han Zhenzhen rushed into the room as if she knew the way, and jumped onto the kang as if she knew the way. Feeling the heat coming from under her body, she shivered and let out a long "Ha!" "Comfortable!"
Song Ruan pushed away a cup of steaming water.
Han Zhenzhen took a while to finally break free from the frozen state. She kicked her legs and became a brave man again: "Let's go. I heard that there will be a movie in the auditorium of the commune today. Let's go and watch it. Everyone has left."
Song Ruan stared at her red nose in silence for a while, and sighed from the bottom of her soul: "You really don't remember the cold?"
Han Zhenzhen chuckled: "This is really too boring!"
Her eyes, which were slit by the north wind, flashed with a rare shrewd light: "Ask your good fellow to use the snow sled to drag us over! We both bring scarves, hats and hand warmers, so we won't be cold."
The good thing about crunching frozen cookies:? ? ?
It spat the biscuit out of its mouth.
Get out of here, bad guy!
It said that this two-legged beast with shifty eyes was not a good thing!
Bah. Bah. Bah.
Listen to what you say, and you're even wearing a hat and a stove - you're so aloof, it's not you who should be pulling the sled.
No, it's just two naked people with nothing on, and it doesn't want to pull!
Do you think you are light? !
Good things are surprisingly angry.
Seeing that Song Ruan was hesitating and seemed about to agree, it became even more anxious. It walked over with its head held high and its lips flapping, looking like it was being forced to speak like a human.
Awww, don't listen to the slander of this female biped!
"Let's see what movie to watch, and follow me."
A furtive voice came from the door, scaring the guy who was sneaking towards the kang, thinking of "accidentally" giving Han Zhenzhen a kick, so much that his hair stood on end.
The captain, wearing a dog-skin hat and carrying a basket, slipped in like a spy, followed by a long line of people, from Ning Yuan to Wang Xue, without missing a single one.
Song Ruan: What's going on? The wind has stopped and the snow has stopped. Are we all going out to enjoy the winter?
What is this hobby?
Seeing that they didn't move, the captain urged them, "Pack up, hurry up and follow me..."
He looked around cautiously and lowered his voice: "Go to the old locust tree in the back mountain."
After he said this, Song Ruan reacted.
There is a "sacred tree" on the slope of the back mountain of the Dongfeng Brigade. No one knows how many years it has grown, and no one knows how it grew, but it is two or three times larger than the other trees. Looking from the foot of the mountain, the only thing that sticks out is an umbrella standing alone on the green billiard table. However, for the villagers, the more sticky it is, the more it proves that the sacred tree is extraordinary.
Although loudspeakers often shouted "Destroy the Four Olds" and prohibited feudal superstition, people still often went to worship the sacred tree secretly.
For example, the team leader often went to worship the sacred tree when the true gods in the educated youth site made a small noise every three days, a big noise every four days, and chaos every five days. Although it didn't seem to be of much use, it made him feel a lot better.
But after all, it was strictly prohibited by the higher-ups, so everyone basically went there secretly in the middle of the night. Why is the captain so wild now that he dares to go there in broad daylight?
As if he understood Song Ruan's thoughts, or perhaps because he had been asked this question several times before, he explained skillfully:
"The tree can't see your face at night. What if the blessing falls on someone else's head? Hurry up, let's go while everyone else is going to the movies. It's best to be the first one to leave the deepest impression on the tree!"
Song Ruan: You know what, it sounds quite reasonable.
"Wait a minute," she raised her hand and asked sincerely, "If the tree can remember what we see clearly during the day, then if we copy our household registration and burn it, won't the tree remember it even more clearly?"
She thought for a moment and added, "Even if I forget, I can still look at the note."
It was quiet all around.
It was awkwardly quiet.
Ah, could it be that the captain is the kind of rigid and conservative believer who can't stand jokes from the sacred tree?
Song Ruan rubbed his paws together, and just when he was thinking about explaining a few words to smooth things over, he was slapped on the shoulder.
The captain's eyes lit up: "Xiao Song, you young people are smart! But I have to go back and get some red paper to burn for the sacred tree."
Oh, this is something that keeps up with the times.
Good Things pricked up its ears and listened secretly. Although it didn't understand much, it vaguely felt that it seemed that it was no longer needed. It walked to the biscuit that had just been spit out as if nothing had happened, and continued to lick it with its lips open.
A group of people, carrying red papers with their names and household registrations written on them, sneaked up the mountain along a small path.
The captain squatted in front of the sacred tree and took out frozen pears, frozen persimmons and boiled bacon from the basket. He also took out a handful of paper money and incense sticks, lit them with a crack, and inserted them at the roots of the tree.
Thin green smoke rose in the air and dissipated. The ashes of the burnt paper money were like black butterflies, flying in the air in the wind.
Under the command of the team leader, everyone came forward one by one and used the fire from the incense sticks to light the red paper with their names on it. Another gust of wind came, and the snowflakes on the ground were rolled up, carrying their wishes and rolling in the air several times.
After the worship, there is another long period of waiting for the results.
Everyone was getting anxious from waiting, and the big locust tree on the back hill had become a popular check-in spot - many people in the village and at the educated youth center had signed up for the college entrance examination.
Even though they felt that there was an 80% chance that they would fail the exam after getting the answers right, but what if? What if the sacred tree showed its power and made them lucky.
Anyway, the heavy snow blocked the road and few outsiders came in, so everyone tacitly pretended to be blind to each other.
It's a pity for the old locust tree. It is said that the branches have turned gray due to the smoke.
While I was waiting, admission letters from various schools arrived one after another.
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