sbdcsierra Chapter 220
Chapter 220
Several early warblers compete for warmth of the tree, and who new swallows peck spring mud.
The flowers gradually become attractive to the eye, and Asakusa can be without horses’ hooves.
In the seventeenth year of Fuling, the first day of March.
Spring plowing time of the year.
Han Xiangbone got up early and collected firewood and water as usual.
When the teenager carried the last load of water into the Zhangjia small courtyard.
But I saw that under the eaves of the main house, the old lady was changing the embroidered flat shoes for tattered straw shoes.
“Grandma Zhang, do you want to go to the ground too?”
The old lady said with a smile: “If you don’t have a daughter-in-law, you should poke me in the spine and scold me for eating idle food.” ”
When the sun rises.
The villagers of Yunshui Village carried hoes out of the village and walked to their fields.
The territory of Chunzhu Prefecture is mountainous and there is very little arable land.
The government allocated five acres to Han Xiangbone, seven or eight miles away from the village.
In the sixteenth year of Fuling, the flood in Chunzhu Mansion, Yunshui Village was not spared.
Xiao has not taken care of it for a year, and what meets Han Xiangbone’s eyes is a barren grass that is higher than his knees.
Rolling up his sleeves, the teenager waved his hoe.
While hoeing, he grabbed the barren grass, and when the soil was beaten clean, he threw it down the ground.
This is just the first time to hoe.
When the spring rains fall again and the temperature warms up, you have to hoe once and plant corn seeds.
The seeds were sown in March, and in April they had to hoe the weeds, including pulling out the weeds.
After all, the land is so little nutrients, weeds are not hoeed, and seedlings are not pulled, it is difficult to grow crops.
In May, I had to hoe one last time.
When the corn seedlings grow up in June, they are not afraid of weeds taking nutrients from the land, and the villagers can stop to catch their breath.
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Han Xiang’s bones did not stop, and he hoeed for nearly an hour before he straightened up his waist that was almost broken.
Looking back at the ground that was hoeed, Han Xiangji couldn’t help but smile bitterly, “How many days will it take to finish hoeing?”
“Hey, Taiping, come and rest and drink.”
Below is the land of Guo Province, the son of the old village chief.
At this moment, the man was sitting under an apricot tree on the ground and beckoned to Han Xiangbone.
“Come on Uncle Guo.”
Guo Province barda da bar smoking old dry cigarette, and stretched out a thumb to the young man who was drinking water.
“Taiping, you have done a great job in this field, a top three, wait for June to be idle, look at it, the matchmaker who came to the door to say goodbye, make sure to step on the threshold of Aunt Zhang’s house.”
Han Xiangbone’s eyes widened, “Uncle Guo, no, I don’t have a father or mother, and I don’t have relatives to help me.”
“There is no tile on the top, no cone below, who girl can see me blind?”
Guo Sheng: “Taiping, you are wrong about this.
“What is most important to the common people? It’s not just strength. ”
If you do a good job in the field, you can get more food.”
“What can you do when you have more food, eat enough.”
“Aren’t ordinary people just trying to eat, wear and warm.”
Han Xiangbone understood a truth.
A truth he should have understood long ago.
The sages of this era disdained to record the common people.
For example, Han Xiangbone didn’t know that in the village, you can marry a wife with strength, even if you are a foreigner who has nothing.
“Uncle Guo,”
Han Xiangbone put down the white porcelain bowl and pointed to the mountain not far away.
The mountain is not high, the slope of the mountain is gentle, and you can see a cave about the size of a water tank in the distance.
From a distance, it seems that a dense black hole has been dug up on the face of the beauty.
“Uncle Guo, what is that?”
Guo explained: “Crockpot tomb.
Han Xiangbone was curious: “Crockpot tomb? Burial what?
Guo Province let out a puff of smoke, “Burial man, old man.”
“Those who live in Fuxian do not say silk, but the basic food and clothing are not worried, so most of them are ancient and old.”
“However, the people of the village, because they have been engaged in heavy physical work for many years, and they rarely have a full stomach, a small wind chill can take their lives.”
“So there are few long-lived old people.”
“I don’t know anywhere else, but in our Huzhou, there has always been a custom of crockpot graves.”
“Those who have reached the age of sixty can no longer work in the fields, so as not to drag down their children, they will go to the crockpot grave.”
“Crockpot tomb Tile pot tomb, that is, a tomb shaped like a crockpot.”
“After the old man enters the grave, the children deliver a meal every day and lay a brick at the mouth of the grave.”
“The day the brick wall is built, the old man dies.”
Guo Province pointed to the mountain opposite.
At the foot of the mountain, the old lady of the Zhang family, as well as her son and daughter-in-law, including the eldest grandson, are busy hoeing the ground without stopping.
Xiao Sun is about four or five years old, sitting on the ground by himself and playing with soil.
“Aunt Zhang is fifty and seven this year, and I, an outsider, can see that my body and bones are very different from last year.”
“This is the root of the disease accumulated in the youth.”
“In order not to let her son and daughter-in-law send her to the crockpot grave, Aunt Zhang can only grit her teeth and insist.”
“I rather hope that Aunt Zhang can suddenly have a serious illness and not wake up, otherwise the longer she lives, the more she will suffer.”
In the bright spring light.
The old man who bent over to collect grass, his back curved like a decaying bow plunged into the soil.
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On the first day of going to the ground, Rao was Han Xiangbone of the Five Grades Realm, and he was still sore.
Especially the two arms, the needles are pricked, and the muscles are on fire.
It’s hard to imagine how Mrs. Zhang, who is seven out of fifty, persisted.
Seventeen years of Voling, March 17.
After the spring rains, the villagers of Shanshui Village hoeed the land for the second time.
This time it was sowing.
On March 21, Zhang Zhu, the son of an old lady, accidentally hit the soles of his feet when he was chopping firewood.
Cut the forefoot until the flesh and blood are blurred.
The poor family was reluctant to grab medicine, so the eldest grandson Zhang Xing went up the mountain to find herbs, crushed them and applied them to the wound.
Since that day, Han Xianggu has not seen the old lady when he wakes up early.
When the sun was thin, the old lady was still hoeing and sowing seeds.
Mid-April.
Zhang Zhu can be regarded as being able to go to the ground, but he fell ill and always limped when walking.
It is said that the muscles and bones are broken for a hundred days, but the Zhang family has so much land, it is enough to have 278 acres.
It was the first time to hoe grass and pull out seedlings, and if there was an extra day of delay, the grain yield would be reduced, and Zhang Zhu could not sit still.
Late April.
When Zhang Xing, the grandson of Zhang’s family, went into the mountain to take out the bird’s nest, he accidentally fell from the tree, slammed the back of his head on a stone, and passed out on the spot.
On the third day of the first month of May, when the Zhang family Xiaosun followed Mrs. Zhang to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables, he was accidentally bitten by a poisonous snake.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, his limbs twitched and he foamed at the mouth.
On this day, when Old Lady Zhang returned to the ancestral house, Han Xianggu saw that the corner of the old man’s mouth was torn and there were clearly visible slap prints on his face.
It should have been beaten by Zhu Hong, daughter-in-law of the Zhang family.
This night, as a martial artist, Han Xiangbone, who had clear ears, heard the suppressed crying of the old man coming from the main house.
The young man and the old man have not slept all night.
Following.
Rumors spread in the village.
They all say that the Zhang family has sinned against God.
But which way of the immortal, no one can say.
First, the son chopped firewood and was cut off by an axe, then the eldest grandson fell from the tree, and the younger grandson was bitten by a snake.
Which way the immortal does not know.
Those who can offend the immortals are obvious.
Old lady of the Zhang family.
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ps: The title of the book of all Taoists, one was not chosen, hehe.
Woo the power of the heart, kneel and beg.