The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

In today's society, it is impossible for him to be like Director Qi and use all the dogs in the village as police dogs. Although they are repaying their kindness, Dadongzi did a good job.

But since the clan had opinions, he was not unhappy. This was human nature, and later generations also summarized it. He didn't want his brother to suffer, and he didn't want to see his brother drive a Land Rover!

Fortunately, the Mo family's ancestral tombs are relatively concentrated, and it didn't take too much time. It was just a secret ceremony, laying out tributes, burning paper money, and the younger generation kowtowed and saluted.

"It just so happens that everyone is here. Second Master, you are always here too. Why don't all the men of the Mo family go to the big yard below to have a reunion dinner and catch up on old times. What do you think?" Mo Bin said, supporting the old master. , there are only about forty or fifty people, four or five tables of meals.

"That's a good relationship. Binzi, you have done a good job. My grandpa has noticed it and recorded it in your family tree. Our Mo family migrated from the mountains in the Northeast during the Kangxi period. It was originally the descendant of Hou Yi of Khitan. , Young Ancestor followed Galdan in the Three Expeditions, and was the seventh rank general." The old man smiled and talked about the family history with Mo Bin.

Mo Bin listened seriously and smiled secretly in his heart. The so-called Young Ancestor is the founder of their Mo family. He is the commander-in-chief of Zheng Qi. He is the lowest-ranking officer in the Braid Army. He would not be doing well otherwise. Future generations will no longer be hunters in the mountains!

However, the Mo family used to be from the Khitan tribe, and this was the first time he heard about it. He couldn't blame them for looking a bit like mixed blood. It turned out to be genetic inheritance. Among their brothers, he was the most like a foreigner, a little like Pu Bajia.

However, the old man said that he has been written into the family tree, and he is quite happy. This is also a rare honor, and future generations will continue to praise it.

Just for this reason, he wanted to help the clan. A hundred years from now, who would still remember that he, Mo Bin, once came here and was glorious? Not a descendant of the Mo family!

Not to mention his cousins ​​from the Meng family, not to mention the descendants of his comrades, it is estimated that the descendants of the Lin family, even the descendants of his biological sister's family, would not think of him as a person, except for the descendants of the Mo family. , no one would put incense sticks and paper money for him. Are you talking about superstition? He has encountered such nonsense as time travel, how can he be more superstitious?

"Third brother, take a few young people back to the village to borrow some tables and benches, and use a cart to pull them down. By the way, I will explain to my family that I will drive the older people down first, and the others will have to go down." Mo Bin He turned around and ordered his cousin.

"Don't worry, second brother, our young men from the Mo family are very efficient at work. Not to mention using the car, I can carry the resistance." Mo Yonggang said with a smile. He has a lively temperament and likes to joke.

"Okay, boys, perform well, and I'll try to find two temporary work places for you next year. You can also serve as a soldier." Mo Bin said loudly, it was really easy for him, but he couldn't say that.

Hearing what Mo Bin said, everyone had smiles on their faces. The Mo family has become successful, and they must be the happiest. This is the cohesion of the family. Why do later generations of southerners worship mountains together and worship ancestral halls together? It is at this time that it is easy to gather strength and have a common sense of clan honor.

"Binzi, tell me, how many places can I really get?" The old man smiled from ear to ear. He was most concerned about the future of the family's descendants, and he would have an explanation for his ancestors even after he died.

"Second Master, I will try my best to think of a way. After the new year, I will use prey to move around. One or two temporary workers may not be a big problem. If I become a soldier, I am sure. After all, the relationship with the old army is still there. We, the Mo family's sons, are all good prospects. , have been brave and good at fighting since ancient times, and the army also needs good soldiers, so there is a way out." Mo Bin really felt that the children of the Mo family were suitable for being soldiers. They were tall, brave, and had a foundation in martial arts and hunting.

"That's right, our Mo family is busy hunting and fighting in wartime. Being a soldier is a good way out now. You pick first and send the good ones to the army." The second master said seriously, if this boy hadn't gone Being a soldier, where would I be today?

Inviting a group of older elders into the house, Mo Bin got up and went to the warehouse, carrying a skinned sika deer directly out. The venison was ready to be stewed tonight.

With good food, of course, good wine cannot be lacking. Mo Bin naturally prepared it when he came back. Two large jars of medicinal wine and five jars of small five-grain high-strength wine were enough for everyone to have a few good meals.

The Mo family members, who were confident in their hearts, naturally ate with all their might when faced with such a sumptuous meal. No matter they were old people or children, they were not polite at all!

I’m almost full, so I can put down my chopsticks and drink. I’ll have a plate of dumplings later and we’ll be all set!

Mo Bin was not that greedy or hungry at all. He asked his mother to take the female comrades who had finished eating to wrap up the two pots of dumpling fillings and put them outside to freeze. When these people left, , take it away for them.

Go back and divide it according to the head. In the entire Mojia Village, excluding them, there are at most 120 people. Each person has ten meat dumplings. At least on the morning of the first day of the new year, they can eat a meal of meat dumplings with Erhe noodles. , forget about pure white noodles.

After a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere became lively. The so-called drunken people are timid, but they are usually honest and talkative. Even those who didn't dare to talk to Mo Bin can now speak freely.

"Binzi, I am your fourth uncle. Your father and I are the same grandfather. When we were young, we always played with your father and your third uncle. Let me tell you something. My sister's name is Yuejiao, and she is 19 years old this year. I went to elementary school for a few years, and I went to school with Yongqiu Chongzi and the others. I want to ask you to find a partner for her in the city. I’m not bragging about you. I mean, the girls of your generation in the Mo family have no idea. People are prettier than Yuejiao, if you don't believe me, just ask them." Mo Zhengqian said with a red face and a mouth full of alcohol.

Mo Bin murmured in his heart, how could he become a professional matchmaker? If I still have this potential, why not try being the director of a neighborhood committee?

The same goes for this fourth uncle. He drank three taels of wine at most, and why is he blushing and thick-necked? He even asked himself to find a date for his daughter in the city!

He probably saw the gift from Silly Zhu. He was envious that other people's daughters had found a good home. It would be best if they could take care of their parents' family. If not, they could save food. A daughter would be better off than marrying into a poor village.

How did he know that people in the city generally don't dare to marry wives from the countryside now. Although the bride price is cheap, without a household registration, there is no food. The key is that the child's household registration and the mother will not have food rations for the whole litter, so no one needs to worry about it.

For example, in Siheyuan, when Jia Dongxu married Qin Huairu, he also considered that the bride price in rural areas was cheap. There was no such thing as a household registration at that time. Besides, Jia Dongxu also took a fancy to Qin Huairu's appearance.

Don't think Yan Bugui is so calculating. Now let him find a wife from the countryside for his eldest son. Do you think he can do it?

Of course, if it was a relative of Mo Bin's family, he would probably be able to do it, which would mean that there was one more person in the family who was paid, and the household registration problem would not be a big problem. Teacher Yan would definitely benefit from the calculation.

In the whole compound, there are a few young people of school age, but the ones who can support a rural wife are Xu Damao and Liu Guangqi. Neither of them is a good match. Wouldn't that harm the village beauty cousin!

"Although the fourth child is not a good drinker, his speech is reliable. That girl Yuejiao is indeed beautiful and a good child. They are all good hands in the family." Third uncle Mo Zhennan spoke up for his good brother. .

"No, you guys don't know what's going on outside. In the city, it's not about whether you're pretty or whether you can work. The important thing is to eat. With one more mouth, ordinary families can't stand it. Dong Ju, she The target is different, there are only two brothers and sisters in the family, and he is also a chef, so he is not short of food." Mo Bin made it clear that it is not just because your daughter is beautiful that you can marry her, nor is it easy to get into the city.