"Uncle, since you mentioned the ancestral grave, let me say this too. I came here to see grandma and you, and also to pay my respects to my ancestors. This is the first time I've come here to pay my respects to my ancestors in my life. How unfilial!"
"This is not your fault. It's not easy to come back from such a long distance. The ancestors won't blame you."
Being far away is not an excuse. Wan Feng's guilt comes from the heart.
Chinese people do not believe in gods nor are they afraid of ghosts, but reverence for their ancestors runs in their blood.
I may not believe in ghosts and monsters, but I cannot forget the kindness of my ancestors.
This is far beyond the reach of those Western white and black people who do not respect their ancestors and do not care about their children.
In Wan Feng's opinion, races that disrespect their ancestors are semi-finished products that have not yet evolved. This can be proved by the fact that their hair has not degenerated and their body odor can only be covered up by perfume.
"Are there any special customs for ancestor worship here?" When in Rome, do as the Romans do, so of course Wan Feng had to ask.
Wan Shuiming looked bewildered. "It's not that particular. Just offer offerings, burn incense, and burn paper. This has only become popular in the past two years. I didn't dare to do it before."
"Is there any famous Feng Shui master in this area?"
"Mr. Feng Shui? What do you want to see him for?"
"Find a Feng Shui master to take a good look at the ancestral tomb and see if there are any defects that need to be adjusted. It seems that our Wan family has never produced any celebrities or college students. Maybe there are defects in the ancestral tomb, and they need to be adjusted."
"That's fine. Let me think about where to find a Feng Shui expert nearby."
Wan Shuiming pondered for a while.
Wan Feng was depressed. Is there no Feng Shui master in this place? It would be so troublesome if he went back to Hongya to hire a Feng Shui master.
At this time, the old aunt came into the room with a kang table.
"Lao Wan, clean up and it's time to eat."
While talking, I put the kang table on the kang, and naturally I could see the pile of gifts at the head of the kang.
"Nephew, you brought these? I say, nephew, this is not very authentic. Why do you bring these things to your aunt's house?"
"Haha, aren't there old people and children here?"
"You guys get on the kang, I'll clean up these things. What's the point of setting up the kang?"
"Everyone get on the kang!" Wan Feng was the first to take off his shoes and get on the kang.
The old aunt took all the things to the outside one by one and started serving the dishes.
The dishes were served soon, cabbage stewed with vermicelli and potatoes stewed with dried beans.
Wan Shuiming was a little embarrassed: "The New Year pigs haven't been slaughtered yet, and I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't prepare anything. Let's just have a meal together tonight."
Before he could finish his words, Wan Feng's third aunt came up with two plates of canned fish.
Wan Shuiming was puzzled.
"These are from my nephew. I'm offering them as a token of my gratitude. I opened a few to make up the dishes."
Then a few more cans of pork and beef were brought up, as well as two bottles of wine.
Third uncle Li Yong and He Xiao were drinking, but Wan Feng and Li Mingdou refused to drink, so they poured the wine for them.
The two children who ran outside to show off came back with red faces from the cold.
“Dad, my eldest brother gave me and my younger brother so much money.”
Wan Hongxia took out two bills from her pocket and waved them in her hand with a proud look on her face, even though she didn't know much about money.
"I have one too, I have one too." Wan Yan also took out money from his pocket and took out one reluctantly.
"Oh, why is there only one left? Sister, have you seen the other one?" Wan Yan looked anxious.
"I didn't see it. I lost it because you were showing off, idiot!"
Wan Yan, who was called a fool by his sister, looked left and right, and his little mouth pouted as if he was about to cry.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Boys are not allowed to cry easily. It's just one ticket you lost. Big brother will give you two more."
Wan Feng took out two bills from his pocket and stuffed them into Wan Yan's hand: "Here, keep them for buying good food and don't lose them again."
Wan Hongxia looked at the three bills in her brother's hand and then at the two bills in her own hand. Although she didn't know the size of the money, she thought three must be better than two.
Then he looked at Wan Feng pitifully: "Brother, my brother has one more than me."
Wan Feng was amused. It turned out that she only knew Zhang. Her two bills were ten yuan each, and Wan Yan's two out of three were five yuan each. In fact, they both had about the same amount.
He took out another handful of money from his pocket.
"Let me see how much this is. If you have one, you get one. If you have two, you get one. Okay, this time it's more than enough."
The two children ran out with a cheer, and within five minutes they came back with droopy faces, leaning against the wall at the head of the kang, looking at each other in silence.
"Huh? Did you two get lost again?" Wan Feng asked curiously. There was no reason for them to come back like this in just five minutes.
"My mother took it away and said she would save it for us to spend when we grow up." Wan Hongxia pouted and muttered.
A trick to deceive children that has not changed in a thousand years.
Wan Feng smiled and said, "Come on! Your mother will take it. Go to the kang and eat. Tomorrow, your elder brother will take you to buy some good things."
When they heard that their elder brother would take them to buy good things tomorrow, the two children's faces turned from gloomy to bright, but they did not get on the kang.
"My dad said that children are not allowed to sit at the table when guests come to our house."
"Brother is not an outsider, don't worry about your dad's tricks, come up."
Wan Feng bent down and carried Wan Yan onto the kang, and then pulled Wan Hongxia onto the kang as well.
Wan Feng held Wan Yan between his legs and put a piece of canned fish in his hand.
"Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious. I've never eaten anything so delicious." Wan Yan's face was filled with happiness and tears of happiness were falling.
"If it tastes good, eat more."
Children have small appetites and forget their worries quickly. Soon, the two children finished their meal and ran out again in the dark.
"Nephew, I remember now. There's a Feng Shui master in Zhangcun Commune who's very famous in Changtu County. Unfortunately, the people who invite him are all officials and wealthy people. I'm afraid we can't invite him."
Wan Shuiming was halfway through his drink when he finally remembered where to find a feng shui master.
"That's fine. Take me there tomorrow. Is it far?"
"It's not too far. The village where Feng Shui is located is at the intersection of the two public communities, only about twenty miles from here."
How do I get there? It's over 20 miles? By bike?
You'll freeze to death riding that thing in the winter.
"Is there anyone in the commune out front who owns a small car? Like a 130-ton tricycle?"
Wan Shuiming shook his head: "I only know of two families that have four-wheeled vehicles, I haven't heard of the others."
I can’t even get a taxi, so how can I hire a tractor?
When Wan Feng thought of the feeling of his intestines almost jumping out of his body while riding a four-wheeled vehicle, he quickly denied the idea.
"Aren't there any people with small passenger cars here?"
Logically speaking, there were already people owning small passenger cars in 1985.
The passenger cars at that time were not much bigger than the micro cars of later generations. They could only seat seven or eight people. They were cramped and stuffy, and tall people had to bend over.
It is about 180 miles from the front to Changtu, so it is possible to bring a small guest.
Why did he continue to shake his head: "No!"
This is not fun anymore, we can only hire a tractor.
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