For these carpenters, being able to carve a tablet for An Jingzhi is the greatest honor. How could they possibly make a profit from it?
In the evening, Fan Tunman's family ate noodles with oil residue. The next day, they took the bus to the countryside.
Fan Tunman's wife took out half a bag of fried oil residue from the family, scooped out half of the oil, and bought a lot of cloth and sugar in the city.
The bus service is very developed, with stops covering almost every village. After arriving at the village entrance, his family returned home carrying large and small bags.
As soon as Fan Tunman arrived home, he saw his father holding a tablet respectfully, and his mother and several nephews and nieces were following his father quietly.
When Fan Tunman saw the words on the ranking, he immediately shut up and pulled his wife to follow behind with a solemn expression.
It was not until Fan Tunman's father respectfully placed the tablet and lit three incense sticks, and the whole family paid their respects one by one, that he had time to ask them.
"We're lucky today! It's finally our turn. From now on, everyone at home must burn three sticks of incense to His Majesty every morning and evening. No one is allowed to miss out!" Fan Tunman's father first warned the whole family, then looked at Fan Tunman and asked, "I remember today is not a holiday. Why are you back?"
Fan Tunman's wife gave the things in her hand to her mother-in-law.
Fan Tunman replied, "The factory gave out fat meat, and I asked my wife to boil a lot of oil. I took a day off specifically to bring some back for you."
The people spontaneously prayed for An Jingzhi's abstinence from meat. Fan Tunman's father was also a member of the group. It should be said that there was basically no one who did not participate in this activity.
Fan Tunman also wanted to bring these back to supplement his family.
"Just keep some of the food for your family. Does your father need you to bring it back? We have a pig farm in our village, didn't you know? We can eat as much pork as we want in the village next year. When we kill the pig next year, I'll make some bacon for you to take to the city." Fan Tunman's father looked proud, and then he sighed, "How could we have such a good life in the past? Back then..."
Fan Tunman's father began to recall the good old days, talking about how difficult life was in the past and how happy he was now.
Fan Tunman nodded in agreement with his father, then asked a few questions about the pig farm and then about things at home. While they were chatting, lunch was ready, using the lard and oil residue they brought.
Their village is quite remote, deep in the mountains with inaccessible roads. It has always been a key poverty alleviation village, and it was only a few years ago that it was lifted out of poverty.
Fan Tunman didn't stay at home for long. After dinner, he took the bus back to the city with his wife and children.
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