Ten Ways Not Having a Cheats Leads to Flooding

The smell of the food downstairs got into Tao Mujia's nose. He stretched his waist and jokingly asked Qin Wenyu if he wanted to go down and watch them eat.

Qin Wenyu followed him leisurely, answering with action.

The meals are all home-cooked, and the taste is not bad. The whole family eats without talking, and upholds a good style.

After eating and resting for half an hour, the child went out with the football, and heard him call his native dialect to other houses, and a bunch of children went out one after another.

The hostess cleaned up the dishes, and the hostess took Tao Mujia out to make arrangements for tomorrow's interview.

Qin Wenyu followed them for a while, but seeing that they had been talking politely, he told Tao Mujia to walk around by himself, not to go far, and to be back in a while.

Tao Mujia followed the male master Qin Youxia to two families. They are all descendants of Qin Zhiwu's son. There is no collateral lineage, but there are a few sisters who separated and left, so they don't live here.

What is strange is that although this village is remote, everyone has studied, and there are even college students in the 80s and [-]s. It is definitely a treasure land of geomantic omen, and there will be no reports at all, even if it is my own family, I will celebrate it.

Tao Mujia still asked, and the answer he got was a bit surprised, saying that this was their ancestral training, and it was left over from Qin Zhiwu's generation.

"Loyalty has been handed down to the family for a long time, and poetry and books have been passed down for generations. We have been in this habit for seven or eight generations. Otherwise, look at our poor village, how can we have such good conditions to build tall buildings?" Qin Youxia Sitting on the Eight Immortals stool, the uncle said with a smile, "In the past, the conditions were not good, so there was only one way out of studying, but now there are all kinds of ways out. The children of the second family are not so motivated. They only want to play when they enter college. "

After the old man finished speaking, he also began to sigh slowly, and took a deep breath of the cigarette.

Tao Mujia still didn't ask about Qin Wenyu, he had an intuition that the family tradition of the Qin family had something to do with Qin Wenyu, but everyone tacitly kept silent about this ancestor.

It is probably that the past years are no longer worth mentioning, or it may be a taboo.

Tao Mujia discussed with Qin Youxia's uncle about going to the ancestral hall tomorrow, and went back with Qin Youxia.

When he returned to the room, Qin Wenyu hadn't come back yet. He looked down from the window and saw a small playground not far away. Watch carefully on the side of the road.

Qin Youxia's son was named Qin Yuyang, and those who played with him were cousins.

A group of children were tired from playing football, so they sat and rested on the teeth of the roadside. Qin Yuyang casually revealed to his brothers: "I met a strange man on the way home today, saying that he was here to interview Qin Wenyu. I didn’t even think of the name, I really don’t know where he found it.”

"Qin Wenyu? I have an impression that it belongs to the ancestor's generation. How can anyone remember it?"

"It's more than that, it's older than the ancestors."

Qin Yuyang said disdainfully: "Cut, who knows if it's a liar, just ran over after seeing it in any newspaper, how can such a casual thing happen, if it weren't for his surname Liang, my dad wouldn't take him to the ancestral hall Woolen cloth."

Qin Wenyu's soul seemed to tremble, he touched the corner of his eyes, but there were no tears.

"But I can't say for sure. At that time, some things were quite troublesome. I also heard from my grandfather that the ancestors were a bit disgraceful. If it weren't for the merits of the war, they wouldn't be here now." will be recorded in the family tree."

"Well...whatever, it was a long time ago anyway, we are the progressive young people of the new era." Qin Yuyang joked casually, and everyone laughed in agreement.

Qin Wenyu floated high, looking down at them from above, his laughter was a bit harsh, he lowered his glasses, and floated back slowly.

Tao Mujia was lying by the window watching him, and when he saw him coming, he smiled and waved to him. When Qin Wenyu floated closer, he saw that the whole ghost was a little listless.

"Did you hear something?"

Qin Wenyu nodded, then shook his head, "It's nothing."

"Children speak freely, and you are too far away from them, so don't take anything to heart when you hear it." Tao Mujia's words were very accurate, Qin Wenyu just shook his head with a smile.

"When the moon is full, it loses, and when the water is full, it overflows. The Qin family is already doing well in their generation. Besides, I have been away for so many years, so what right do I have to blame them?" Qin Wenyu felt that this generation was already slow. Slowly forgot the ancestor's precepts, and lost the thought of respecting the ancestors, but he also had to admit that some things he did back then really made him unworthy to be recorded in the genealogy.

"Anyway, you are considered their ancestors. If you are willing to teach them a lesson, it's not impossible."

Qin Wenyu gave him a funny look, "You still have a bad stomach."

"return?"

"Ah, a slip of the tongue, I just didn't expect you to want to attack a child."

It was rare for Tao Mujia to see him joking, so he made a playful expression: "Oh, do you still feel sorry for your Qin family?"

Qin Wenyu nodded and thought, if it were the Liang family, he would feel distressed just the same.

At night, Qin Wenyu got into the soul-gathering bag to rest, and Tao Mujia went to bed early to gather enough energy to go to the ancestral hall.

The rooster started crowing at four or five o'clock in the morning, and Tao Mujia woke up for a while, then fell asleep again, until seven o'clock in the morning, when the whole family got up to work, and Qin Youxia came to ask him and his uncle to go to the ancestral hall.

Qin Youxia's uncle bought a pack of incense and some yellow paper at the canteen, then drove out on his motorcycle, letting Tao Mujia sit on the back seat.

The ancestral hall is at the foot of the mountain, a little far away from the breakout stage. The motorcycle raised dust all the way, and after driving for 3 minutes, it stopped under an old locust tree.

A white wall stands in front of the locust tree, and the door of the tall solid couch in the middle is open. An old yellow dog is tied in front of the door. Seeing them coming, he stood up vigilantly, arched his back and whined at them threateningly, Tao Mujia A little scared, I stood in front of the door and dared not pass.

Qin Wenyu stared at the dog for a while, and the yellow dog fell down with a groan, his eyes full of grievances.

The uncle led Tao Mujia inside and introduced, "60 years ago, the ancestral hall was demolished, and what you see now are all reinstalled. Originally, the government said that it would turn this place into a tourist attraction, but my father didn't want it. Agreed, this place has not been moved, and we have not been able to catch up with the tourism boom, so we can only rely on mountains to eat mountains, rely on water to eat water, read books and grow crops."

Stepping through the gate of the ancestral hall, the inside is still the old bluestone bricks. Weeds and green moss grow luxuriantly in the crevices of the stone. Facing it is a row of memorial tablets. The incense burner is placed in the center, and there is a small brazier in front of the table. , and there was burnt yellow paper ashes inside.

Next to the West Wing is the Ethnology School. There is no plaque where the plaque used to be hung, and the tables and chairs are scattered inside, with a thick layer of dust. In front of the East Wing sits an old man with gray hair on the Eight Immortals stool. There was a broom next to him, and his wrinkled face seemed to be asleep.

The uncle shouted: "Dad! Someone is coming!"

The old man moved his fingers, moved his sunken eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Who's here?"

"A writer named Liang An said he wanted to learn about Qin Wenyu's deeds."

The old man's dull eyes suddenly brightened. He looked at Tao Mujia and said slowly, "Qin Wenyu, that's my great-uncle. Sit down and I'll tell you slowly."

The uncle moved out a small stool from the west wing, let Tao Mujia sit on it, and went to burn incense paper in front of the memorial tablet.

The old man is more than 80 years old, with a stooped figure and a face full of grooves, but his teeth are still intact and his mind is very clear. He looked at Tao Mujia for a while, and muttered something in a low voice, but Tao Mujia couldn't hear clearly, "Old man, are you saying me?"

But Qin Wenyu heard it clearly, and the old man repeated: "Like, really like."

The old man asked Tao Mujia: "Baby, how did you find it?"

"Oh, that's right. I saw the report about Qin Wenyu when I was looking up the old newspapers in city S. I thought it was very interesting, so I wanted to take a look." Tao Mujia brought out the reason he had made up again. Unexpectedly, the old man nodded.

"S city, great uncle did go there, but after going there, he never came back home. My great grandfather often said that great uncle was an unfilial son, and said that great uncle had done disgraceful things outside. Also don't give it to Grand Uncle, look at the tablet with Grand Uncle's name on it, it was put on it after Grandpa left.

When I was a child, Grandfather always held my hand and said, don’t associate with people surnamed Liang in this life, probably because of Grand Uncle. "

"Then why?" Tao Mujia pointed at himself in confusion.

"However, when the grandfather left, he said that if the Liang family came, he should be brought here." Gradually immersed in the memories, the old man said slowly and vicissitudes, "The grandfather said that he was afraid that the Liang family would not be found. I want us not to leave here no matter what, when there was a flood in 98, I took my family and climbed three mountains, and when the water receded, I came back here."

"Then what is the relationship between the Liang family and Qin Wenyu?" Tao Mujia was a little impatient, he always felt that something was hidden inside.

The old man pondered for a while, then shook his head after a long while, "It's related... I don't know... If Grandpa doesn't say it, we juniors don't have to ask."

Uncle finished burning the yellow paper and came over to ask how their conversation was going. Tao Mujia was confused, but still nodded, saying that it was very rewarding, and went to burn three sticks of incense to the ancestors of the Qin family in front of the memorial tablet.

Qin Wenyu has been listening silently by the side, he turned his head and said to Tao Mujia: "You go back first, I remember the way, and I will come back by myself."

Tao Mujia gave him a worried look, but Qin Wenyu floated to the tablet and ignored him, so he had to go back with his uncle.

The ancestral hall became quiet, the white smoke from the three sticks of incense blurred the words on the tablet, and the leaves of the locust tree were blown in and landed in front of the steps.

Qin Wenyu slowly knelt down on the futon and kowtowed three times to the tablet.

A ghost can't cry, but those sorrows are like the Santu River in the underworld, pouring his body heavy.Qin Wenyu floated in front of the old man and stared at him quietly.

The old man looked up slightly, and a smile appeared on his old face.

"Great uncle, come back, my grandfather misses you so much."