Chapter 135 Superstitious Vision
At the end of the year, the village committee was replaced and Gao Yuanjian was no longer the deputy director. In addition, not many people would ask him to make wine in the spring and summer, so he has been a bit idle recently.
At this time, he came to Gao Mingcheng's home and saw two newly transplanted mulberry trees at a glance, so he frowned.
Gao Mingcheng had just finished his porridge and was planning to go to the old village to take a look. He had vaguely heard some noises before, but because they were quite far away, he couldn't hear them clearly.
But before he could get there, his father arrived first.
"Dad, what happened in the old village? Why do I hear someone crying?" Gao Mingcheng asked.
Gao Yuanjian did not answer but asked: "When did you transplant the two mulberry trees to the doorstep?"
"Yesterday." Gao Mingcheng said.
Gao Yuan's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he angrily shouted, "Don't plant mulberry trees in front, and don't plant willow trees in the back. Haven't you heard this saying? Sang Tongsang, you just transplanted the mulberry tree yesterday, and someone in the village died last night! Move the mulberry tree away quickly, and don't let anyone else know!"
"You're so old, how come you don't know anything?" Gao Yuanjian scolded and went to find a hoe to move the mulberry tree again.
Gao Mingcheng was stunned for a few seconds. He didn't expect this to be the start.
He had heard the saying "Don't plant mulberry trees in front of the house and don't plant willow trees behind the house", but he didn't really believe it. So when Xuanyuemei suggested digging two mulberry trees and planting them next to the house to make it convenient to pick mulberry leaves, he did it without saying a word.
Now Gao Yuanjian insisted on moving the mulberry tree away, and said that it was because he transplanted the mulberry tree yesterday that caused the old man to die in the village last night.
Isn’t this too far-fetched?
But Gao Mingcheng in his previous life did not believe it, but Gao Mingcheng in this life still believed it to some extent. If no one says anything bad about a thing, then forget it. But once someone says something bad, it will always leave a trace in the heart.
If things don't go well, they will be attributed to those bad words.
Xuanyuemei, who was standing at the door, was a little uneasy. It was she who proposed to transplant the mulberry trees and she was also the one who chose the location. Now after hearing what Gao Yuanjian said, she felt that it was all her fault.
"Dad, let me do the digging." Gao Mingcheng walked over and took the hoe from Gao Yuanjian's hand.
This mulberry tree was just transplanted yesterday. The soil is still very loose. I dug it out casually and found the roots of the mulberry tree again.
"Dad, who's old?" Gao Mingcheng asked.
People here are used to saying that when someone dies, they say they got old, passed away, gone, or are gone, but it is rare to say they just die.
"It's the old man of our eldest family. He was 93 years old. It's considered a happy funeral. You can go to the old village later and maybe you can lend a hand." Gao Yuanjian said. He came here to inform Gao Mingcheng.
The deceased was an elder living in the same room, so he would definitely help when the time came.
The family also invited Gao Yuanjian to be the chef for the funeral banquet. Gao Yuanjian had to draw up a menu according to the host's budget and prepare the dishes in advance.
"Is the old grandfather gone?" The old grandfather's voice, appearance and smile flashed through Gao Mingcheng's mind, and he felt a little emotional for a moment.
The old man had a good temper and loved telling stories to people. When he was a child, he used to gather around the old man, listening to him tell stories and guess riddles.
It is said that the old man is also well-educated and has a high level of education.
"Well, he died in his sleep, so he was healthy and well, which is good. When the family got up in the morning, they found that he was gone. They don't know exactly when he passed away."
While the two were talking, all the mulberry trees had been dug out.
This time, Gao Yuanjian personally chose a place for them. It was at the foot of a hillside that Gao Mingcheng had reclaimed before, next to where citrus trees were planted.
Gao Yuanjian looked at the small citrus trees and said, "If you want to plant more fruit trees, you should go to Shimen Village to buy fruit seedlings. Most of the people in your uncle's village have contracted hilltops to plant fruit trees."
Gao Mingcheng said "oh", but he didn't really want to go to Shimen Village.
Mainly because he didn't want to see his uncle.
Although he is my uncle and we are related by blood, we don’t actually have much contact with each other. It’s more comfortable to be with him than to have him as a stranger.
When he went to Shimen Village to buy fruit tree seedlings, should he buy them from his uncle's house or from someone else's house?
Since none of them are good, you might as well buy them somewhere else where it’s easier to choose and bargain.
Gao Yuanjian saw Gao Mingcheng's reluctance, so he didn't say much. He felt that his uncle over there lived a good life, and it would be good if Mingcheng and his friends could get along well with their uncle over there.
After replanting the mulberry tree, the father and son went to the old man's house to see if there was any help needed.
Due to the special times and regions, the wedding was not a big event, and the funeral was not a big event. It was just that cremation was not required yet, so we had to go to the mountains to choose a cemetery and dig a grave.
Every household has a cemetery plot. When someone in your family dies, they can only be buried in the mountain area of your family. They cannot be buried anywhere else.
When Gao Mingcheng arrived, the old man's house was in chaos, with people everywhere, all busy with the old man's funeral arrangements.
The old man was highly respected and was the oldest elder in the first family. His death was a major event in the entire village.
Gao Mingcheng wanted to help, but he was young and many things were not his responsibility.
So after standing here for a while, I had to go home.
After returning home, Xuanyuemei still looked a little uneasy. She walked to Gao Mingcheng and said anxiously, "Mingcheng, it's all my fault. I wanted to plant a mulberry tree in front of my house..."
Gao Mingcheng burst out laughing and said, "Don't think too much. Even if there is something unlucky, it is only unlucky for our family and will not harm others! The old man died of old age, it was a happy funeral, don't think too much about it, and don't tell anyone about it."
There are many superstitious people in the village, and even more gossipy women.
It's obviously not related, so don't make it a topic of conversation.
Many beauties also know the importance of things and dare not speak carelessly, but their overall mood is not good and they obviously feel a little guilty.
Gao Mingcheng was not good at comforting people, but he knew that as long as a person was busy, he would forget a lot of worries, so Gao Mingcheng asked many beauties to help him slice the bamboo strips.
If you want to weave a winnowing basket with bamboo, you must first prepare pieces of bamboo strips.
In addition to thin bamboo strips, thicker bamboo pieces are also needed to make the frame of the winnowing basket. First place the frame, and then start weaving bamboo strips along the frame, from the middle to the surrounding areas. After weaving out a sufficient size, weave upwards about three inches and then finish.
With the hard work of the two, the prototype of a winnowing basket appeared.
Gao Mingcheng and Xuanyuemei both know how to weave. To be more specific, most people in the entire village can weave, except for a few who are clumsy.
When weaving things like winnowing baskets and bamboo baskets, in addition to using bamboo strips, you can also use willow twigs. Those woven with willow twigs will be smoother and less likely to prick your hands.
After a large winnowing basket is woven, some materials will still be left.
Since this was the case, there was no need to waste it, so she weaved a smaller winnowing basket. These were all useful things, so there was no such thing as too much.
(End of this chapter)
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