The old voice kept on talking, and his two sons, Meng Chengbai and Meng Chenglin, just lowered their heads and listened respectfully.
Chen Hongxing, her sister-in-law Wu Mei, and a group of younger generations all rolled their eyes.
Who has been helping out during these days since the incident?
Especially in the past few days, none of them had a good night's sleep and were busy all the time.
Everyone has panda eyes on their face and has lost at least two pounds of weight. No matter how great the debt is, it has been repaid!
Besides, Meng Jiefang was in the county, and he didn't say anything about helping any of them escape from farming and become workers in the city.
When Meng Chengliang was the village chief, they had to do all the work they were supposed to do, but they didn't see many benefits. Sometimes, in order to appear fair and just, he had to lead by example.
This time he was even more seriously implicated.
Ever since something happened to their family, they have been subjected to a lot of overt and covert criticism and exclusion from the villagers.
Everyone was complaining in their hearts, but no one dared to confront the old man.
He is already an old man, and if he gets hurt again, they still have to go on with the funeral.
This is really not an easy job.
The group went down the mountain amidst the chatter, and then couldn't wait to go home.
After these few days, everyone has been sleep-deprived and exhausted. They just want to wash up early and lie down in bed to have a good sleep.
Meng Ling, who returned to her mother's home to attend the funeral, said goodbye to her parents and wanted to go directly back to Rongshu Village to take her children, but at a fork in the road, her eldest brother pulled her aside and stuffed a hundred yuan into her pocket.
Meng Chao hadn't slept all night, his brows and eyes were tired, but his tone was full of pride as he said, "Lingzi, when you got married two years ago, your elder brother was poor and didn't buy you anything.
Now that I've made a little fortune, these should be your dowry!"
Having just received a hundred yuan subsidy from her second brother some time ago, and now holding a stack of brand new ten-yuan bills, Meng Ling was no longer in a hurry to go home.
He stopped and pulled his eldest brother to ask quietly, "I heard your brother-in-law say a few days ago that you were selling things on the street?
How about it?
Is anyone being caught? Is there money to be made?"
“Small business, no one catches me!
"It's better to earn some money than to dig in the fields!" Meng Chao said with a chuckle.
This one sentence, plus the stack of money in her hand, made Meng Ling's heart move.
She thought about it, gritted her teeth and asked, "Brother, can you take me with you when you are free in winter?
Although each person in Rongshu Village gets more land than here.
I'm busy all year round and I don't have to worry about food and drink, but I don't have much living income.
Your brother-in-law has a large family but few houses. I don't ask for anything else. I just want to make some money and save it so that I can build a few houses when we split up."
Mengjia Village has a small land area and a large population. It is remote and poor, and its conditions are limited. Girls who marry out of the village have little dowry and basically cannot marry into a good family.
Meng Ling's husband's surname is Zhang, and his name is Zhang Zhongquan. It sounds like a grand name, but he is just an honest farmer. He is the third child in the family and has a lot of brothers, sisters, and nephews.
Three generations and more than a dozen people live under the same roof in five old houses, which is really crowded.
Meng Chao nodded in agreement without hesitation.
In the past, he was afraid that policy changes would harm his sister. But after spending a few days out buying and selling goods, he felt deeply the booming development of free trade. Adding the income from each stall, his courage grew rapidly.
The Meng family's business team gradually expanded.
Feng Yijia got up early today and went up to the forest above the cemetery.
Quietly looking down at the entire funeral below.
After the funeral procession had left, he carried his hoe and bag and went down the mountain to the cemetery.
When a person dies, all debts are settled. She doesn't want to dig up the grave and throw away the body.
But everything is over. After seeing the final end of her enemy, she should go to visit her father's grave and weed the locust tree next to her grave in her previous life. After all, it has provided her with shade and shelter from the rain for many years now that she is a ghost, right?
In order to break away from feudal superstitions, the graves dug in Mengjia Village in recent decades are basically just nameless mounds of earth.
The only two differences are whether there are relatives taking care of the graves, the size of the earth mounds, and the depth of the grass on the graves.
Before his rebirth, Feng Yijia was severely bullied by his uncles, aunts, and cousins, and he missed his father who died early very much.
From time to time, she would go to her father's grave and cry out her sorrow and grievances, while also taking care of the grave.
Therefore, more than ten years after Feng Youcai's death, his grave is still relatively intact.
He knelt down and kowtowed properly, then burned incense and paper.
Even though he knew there was only a pile of bones in the grave, and even though he knew the paper and candles were useless, Feng Yijia still did his job meticulously.
Sometimes people do these things not because it can benefit their ancestors, but to make themselves feel at ease.
After visiting her father's grave, she went to the place where she was originally buried.
The two sides are not far apart, just a few steps away.
The place that was familiar to me was no longer the small mound in my memory, but a wasteland covered with grass and trees.
The locust tree that later grew into a lush and leafy one is now just a small sapling barely as tall as a person, with only its head visible due to the thatch on the side.
However, it has strong branches and lush leaves, and looks particularly green and energetic.
Feng Yijia used a hoe to dig the ground and removed the nearby thatch. Then he approached the locust tree and reached out to touch the tender green leaves.
Then, with a hoe, begin carefully turning the soil around it.
The sound of iron tools digging into the ground continued. Just when she turned over to the end, there was a sudden "ding" sound. The hoe she swung down hit something hard, and the shock made her arm numb.
There were a lot of gravel in the soil in the mountains. Feng Yijia initially thought they were stones and didn't pay much attention to them.
He squatted down and looked at the tip of the hoe. Seeing that it did not make a cut, he reached out and dug in the soil, trying to dig out the hard object inside and throw it aside.
Unexpectedly, after a few scrapes, what was revealed was a square hollow round ancient coin. Touching it felt like touching a piece of ice in winter, and it made her shiver from her fingers to her back.
Feng Yijia was slightly surprised. He picked up the coin, wiped the dirt off it, and observed it carefully.
The ancient coin had been buried in the ground for who knows how long. It was covered with rusty copper and had two unclear words on it, one on the left and one on the right.
That move just now left a clear dent on the edge of the ancient coin.
She looked at it over and over for a long time. It was even more worn out than the copper coins used by the village children to make shuttlecocks. It looked like an insignificant thing.
However, the continuous coolness on her fingers made her feel that this thing should not be simple.
He carefully wiped off the dirt and put it in his pocket before continuing to work.
Loosen the soil, pick up grass roots, dig a trench around the tree, shovel some black humus soil formed by rotting leaves in the nearby woods, fill it in and compact it slightly.
After finishing, Feng Yijia patted the mud on his hands with satisfaction, picked up the hoe, glanced indifferently at the several new graves built on the distant hillside today, left with the empty bag, and continued to collect herbs in the mountains.
Above our heads, there are white clouds, some as thick as mountains, some as ethereal as gauze, and some as rolling as waves, dotted on the vast blue sky.
The grass and trees around me were washed by heavy rain yesterday. In the forest that has begun to fall, the green is lush, the yellow is crystal clear, and the red is dazzling. The forest is dyed with these colors, which is beautiful beyond words.
Feng Yijia was moving around in the field with ease, stretching out his hand for five cents and swinging his hoe for five cents, picking herbs with great enthusiasm.
He didn't notice at all that the copper coins in his pocket blocked out the sunlight, and from time to time an illusory human face appeared on them.
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