Chapter 40: noble lintel
"The dead are going home!"
When these words came out of the little widow's mouth, the villagers clamored for a while, and some of them were already scared in their hearts.
If it was said from someone else's mouth, the villagers might have dismissed it as nonsense and skimmed over it. But this little widow is not the same, is some weird past in it.
Small widow name Yang Aimei, nineteen years old married to Mengjiazhuang, her husband in a coal kiln digging coal, although not much pay, but life is quite stable.
But one day during the day, that Yang Aimei is sitting under a persimmon tree, and the village a group of mothers-in-law to do some needlework, suddenly foaming at the mouth, convulsions in the ground, the bystanders pinched the human center only to save, woke up also said a sentence — "The man died, but it is important that the man is dead.
"The man died and is coming back."
It is strange, that afternoon his man's ashes were sent to the village, it turned out to be a mining accident.
After this incident, the villagers said that her mouth is evil, are avoiding her, she also seldom come out to show, has been hiding at home.
I can't imagine that something has happened tonight.
The villagers carried the widow to Meng Qingshan's house, Meng Qingshan check, determined to be bruised sinews, treatment, but also did not lose their lives.
But her house is collapsed, there is no place to go, in the village head of the mediation, and let the little widow imagine living in Meng Qingshan home. The doctor's parents, Meng Qingshan is not good to refuse, his home can really empty a room to, this is also agreed, the villagers will be the little widow carried over.
This little widow Meng Fan is also aware of, looks quite handsome, is a look at the woman can leave a deep impression.
When he returned home, he saw the little widow lying at home, and after asking his father about the situation, he didn't have a problem with it.
The little widow knew that she had troubled the Meng family, and her mouth was sweet, and when she saw Meng Fan, she called her brother, and everything was normal, and she didn't seem to remember too much about what she had said about the dead going home.
The next day, although it did not rain, but the sky is still covered with heavy clouds, it is a cloudy day, maybe even rain. Meng Fan wanted to repair the two broken paper figures, but he couldn't find any suitable materials for a while, so he planned to make do with what he had and get through the farming season.
Afterwards, he sat on his knees, after all, he had just broken through to the second level of Spirit Condensation, he still needed to consolidate a little bit to cope with the matter of harvesting corn for the villagers at night, after all, more than thirty acres of land, the consumption of true qi was huge, I don't know if he could hold out.
Also because of the corn harvest, the Meng family was bustling with activity today, and there were a lot of strangers.
The first to come was the neighbor, Lao Wang, in the courtyard, he straight to Meng Qingshan hand stuffed a cage of steaming meat buns, and then rubbed his hands, a little embarrassed, said: "I know that my great nephew loves to eat meat buns, got up early in the morning and steamed a pot of buns, my mother-in-law to do the buns, in the village is famous. And, Old Meng ah, we are neighbors for years, some things you do not take to heart ah."
"What?" This Old Wang was attentive to nothing, and let Meng Qingshan be wary.
"Hey!" The old king sighed, rather blaming himself, "Two days ago, my family s cow …… caught a cold …… Yes, it was a cold, and it couldn t do heavy work, so it said some unpleasant words, that …… was not my intention either."
"I think it is what it is." Meng Qingshan waved his hand, not the slightest bit bothered, "It's not necessary for you to work, it's not that there's a son's robot in it, and the farm work is trivial."
"Hey." As soon as Old Wang heard the three words robot, his eyes brightened up, "It is good to have a robot, look, it has rained heavily all night, the corn has all collapsed, and the road has been washed out, and my oxcart can't go, and I still have two acres of land to confiscate, Old Meng …… you see… …"
"Well?" Meng Qingshan couldn't imagine that Lao Wang was waiting for him here, "This matter has to ask my son."
"OK, OK." Old Wang was busy nodding his head, "I've already signed up for the village chief and paid the money according to the rules, I mean can we collect my family's corn first, it's not good to rot in the ground."
"Let's see." Meng Qingshan did not directly agree.
"That meat bun is filled with cured meat, salty and fragrant, tsk tsk ……" Lao Wang said and craned his neck towards the house, "You give Aimee sister also eat two ah, say it's from me… …"
The old king dawdled some, see Meng Qingshan some do not care about him, then left.
I can't imagine that the old king just left, the dead Zhang carpenter's son Zhang Chunkeng came again, but also with the tools to do wood work, he was in his twenties, looks very simple, and not too fond of words, Meng Qingshan called an uncle, without saying a word, to help Meng Qingshan repair up the worn out chaise longue, repaired seems to have not yet finished, and then to the house to go, where wooden furniture, are knocking and hitting a number of, and finally see there is no thing to repair! Then he froze and opened his mouth, "Uncle, I'll help you make another stool."
"Chun plowing ah, you …… have something to say straight." Meng Qingshan patted Zhang Chunkeng's shoulder and said with great pain, "The bed at home is what your father gave to do, what a good craft, it is a pity that your father ……"
"Uncle ……" Zhang Chunceng is an honest man, begging seems to be not very good at it, said in a weak voice, "Corn fell in the ground, not harvested on the rotten, and let Meng Fan brother give a hand… …"
"No problem, I'll give it to Meng Fan."
Meng Qingshan readily agreed, and was about to go talk to Meng Fan, but unexpectedly Meng Fan walked out by himself at this time.
"Brother Chun Keng." Meng Fan surprisingly also looked embarrassed, "Is there any sturdy wood on hand, can you lend me a few?"
"Yes." Zhang Chun Keng nodded, without saying a word, twisted his head and left, not a moment later, carried a bundle of wood back, carefully put it on the ground, "Is this enough, top quality peach wood, not enough to have at home."
"Enough." Meng Fan looked at the mahogany, his eyes lit up, smiling and picking up two to the house, mahogany, also known as dragon wood, ghost terror wood, is the most widely used material to drive away ghosts and avoid evil spirits, use this to reinforce the paper man, it is considered to be the best of all possible worlds.
"Brother Meng Fan ……" Zhang Chunkeng asked again apprehensively.
"Don't worry." Meng Fan carried the wood back to the house happily.
"Thanks!"
Zhang Chunceng grinned, always honest and mute, a rare smile on his face.
Meng Qingshan sent away after Zhang Chun plowing, home and came a lot of villagers, but also carrying things, things are not more expensive, most of the eggs, walnuts, potatoes, peanuts …… a kind of, are more common farmhouse. Linlin total, the home is almost set up.
Looking at these things, Meng Qingshan took a deep breath, and a kind of pride sprouted from his heart.
Although he had a good reputation in the village, and had received gifts from patients, he had never seen such a large-scale gift-giving scene, and those people not only gave gifts, but also treated him with considerable politeness and respect, which suddenly gave him a feeling that he had become a big official, and as he watched the endless stream of gift-givers, although he feigned seriousness on his face, in his heart, he was overjoyed.
This kind of honor, even if it is the village chief, can not dream of it!
Of course, there are also empty-handed people, eyes full of doubt, seems to have little confidence in Meng Fan's robot, but see Meng's yard piled up into a small mountain of corn, but also can not help but believe it, turned back to carry a gift over, but also do not allow Meng Qingshan not to accept, hard stuffed into his arms.
"Shining lintel wow!"
Meng Qingshan couldn't help but marvel, had long forgotten the disappointment and exasperation he felt when he first saw Meng Fan studying the booklet on Paper Man Tying.
Just when he was lamenting, I can't imagine that the village chief also came, carrying something in his hand. ……