A little cinnabar nevus between the eyebrows

When Qianmei from Yuyang County, Huizhou, walked to the door of her house, there was already a thick layer of snow on her body. The auspicious snow heralds a good year, and it seems that next year will have a good harvest.

The people of Fuzhou are meticulous, and they can repair the courtyard walls neatly and beautifully. The rich people can carve beams and paintings on the walls, and those who don’t have money can surround the courtyard with bamboo fences.Fuzhou City is full of beautiful scenery during the day, and dimly lit at night. It is beautiful and full of beautiful talents.

Huizhou is different. There are many winds and sands and little rain and dew. Huizhou people often use mud to surround a courtyard wall that is not high or low. In order to prevent wind and sand, the mud walls in the courtyard are very thick and strong, and the houses are also built thickly. When you call the door outside, it is difficult for people inside to hear you.So in winter, you can't knock on the door of the owner's house. Only by vigorously patting or even screaming can you open that door.

Qian Mei patted the door vigorously, and Ye Huiwen opened the door. She had been waiting for Qian Mei to come back.

"Mei'er, you're back, come in quickly."

"Yes, mother"

"It's going well"

"smoothly"

Ye Huiwen turned up the firewood and threw in a few more firewood, "Sit here to warm up, and I'll cook for you."

Qian Mei obediently sat by the firewood, put her frozen hands on the fire, and slowly warmed them up.

After a while he smelled a scent coming from the kitchen, he slowly laughed, this feeling is really good, in his mind, although Yuyang is rough, it can be compared with the dimly lit Fuzhou, and the snow-covered Yanzhou, Minjing, which is full of flowers and brocades, is much better, because it is more tender.

Ye Huiwen came out with a bowl of hot noodles. Huizhou was dry and waterless, and rice could not be planted. Wheat was drought-resistant and cold-resistant. Originally, it could be planted. However, the autumn harvest of corn and corn was good, so most people planted them. Millet, Qianmei was holding a bowl of fine cornmeal noodles, and finished eating after a few sips.

"I'll get you some more"

"I'm done eating"

Ye Huiwen packed up the dishes and walked into the kitchen. Qianmei felt that his body had warmed up. He exhaled, took out his bag, and counted some of the money he earned from going to Beijing. Packed some.Qian Mei touched the gold bars that Lian Chengxie gave her in the baggage, and remembered Lian Chengxie's drunken and affectionate look that night, and slowly smiled at the corners of her mouth.Before his mother came in, he picked up the gold bars and put them in the cabinet.

Qian Mei opened her box and took out a book casually, this box was his most precious possession.

Ye Huiwen saw that Qian Mei started to read, so she quietly sat aside, picked up the embroidery basket, and made clothes for Qian Mei.

Qian Mei put down the book: "Mom, are you feeling better?"

"It's much better. I haven't gone out much recently. I just make clothes at home. I'm sick. I'll be fine if I take care of myself."

"Are you still taking the medicine?"

"Well, it's not broken, don't worry, just study hard"

"Uncle, he..."

"He took the land, so he won't make things difficult for me anymore. He sees that you study well, so he doesn't dare to offend us too much."

Qianmei nodded and lowered her eyes: "The rural examination will be held in the spring next year, and I will definitely disappoint my mother."

"It's just a small test. I'm so disappointed. In two days, your father's three-year paper will be issued. You came back in time this year. When the snow melts, we will go to the grave."

Qian Mei nodded, and sat quietly at the table, listening to the sound of the firewood burning in the stove.

Feeling a little bored, Qian Mei studied the ink on the table, and it was already dry. He poured water into the ink stone and began to grind it finely. I dipped it in the ink twice to moisten the pen.

Take a pen and write:

Drunken Spring Terrace

Cutting candles and classmates with pillows and eyebrows, knowing full well that it is not with me;

We don't agree with each other every word, it's hard to predict the west wind and phoenix rain.

Qian Mei frowned, he was obviously in a good mood, but why did he write such melancholy lines, he stopped writing, could it be that his future is really unpredictable?

Qianmei guarded the fire, passed this winter safely, and life would be much easier if she had money.There is no shortage of daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, and guarding the warm fire, this winter is finally not so hard.

Huizhou is dry, and there is not much snowfall. Most of the winter is gray and overcast.Ye Huiwen has been printing paper money and ingots there for the past two days, placing them in baskets to dry, and putting them away when they are dry.

Printing and printing suddenly burst into tears.

Zhang Zi, who put down the Yinming coin in Qianmei's hand, looked at his mother, where Ye Huiwen was stained with a shroud: "Your father has gone, and it is our mother and son who suffer. Your father at least has someone who burns cold clothes every year. You say I That miserable Yiyi died young and didn't even have a decent tomb, so what if the icy one is frozen over there?"

It is a folk custom that children under the age of 12 cannot be buried when they go, they can only be thrown into the river in a rolled up mat.

Ye Huiwen said as he wiped away his tears and continued to make Ming coins, and one stamp would be one.

"Why didn't that mother burn some shrouds for my younger sister on October [-]st?"

Ye Huiwen scolded Qian Mei: "You don't even know this? I'm her mother, and I burn paper clothes for her here. She can't bear it, and she will be punished by Lord Yan of the Ten Palaces."

Qian Mei hummed lightly and didn't know what to say.

"When you go to burn paper money tomorrow, draw a circle in front of your father's grave, burn a piece of paper and read a sentence, so that other ghosts and ghosts will not be able to take your father's money."

Qian Mei nodded: "Mother, you don't have to worry, I know."

Early the next morning, Qian Mei went out with a basket of banknotes, incense candles, tea, and meals. It was cold outside, and Ye Huiwen couldn't blow the cold wind. It can be said that Qianmei's father's blood has withered.

The Qian family is considered a big family in Yuyang. It is said that the ancestors of the Qian family used to live in Fuzhou, and later the ancestors of the Qian family moved to Yuyang, Huizhou and settled down. Therefore, the face of the Qian family is not very similar to that of the Huizhou people. Huizhou people have rough faces and tall stature, while the Qian family has The characteristics of Fuzhou people are that they are not tall, but their faces are more delicate.

After hundreds of years of development in Yuyang, the Qian family has become a big local family. The ancestor of Qian Mei who moved the family gave birth to two sons, Qian Wenxiu and Qian Wenyou. Five children, Qian Wenyou has six children.Qian Mei's grandfather is Qian Wenxiu's third son, Qian Yanshun. Qian Yanshun has two sons in total, Qian Shiping and Qian Qiuping.Qian Family Qian Shiping's family is complete, poor Qian Qiuping has no heirs behind him, only a Qianmei who is not his own and a young daughter who died young, it can be regarded as the end of this line of the Qian Family.

Kneeling in front of Qian Qiuping's grave, Qian Mei set up candles, tea, and food, lit incense, and began to burn papers one by one, and read a sentence on each paper, but the candles just lit by Feng Da on the mountain went out again.Qian Mei looked around, the feng shui here is nothing, but there is a lack of a cover, Qian Mei stood up and looked down the mountain, it should be a cover, otherwise there is a gap in the feng shui of this place.This place is facing the wind. When I have the ability in the future, I should move this grave.

Suddenly thought of a sentence, if you don't say anything strange, do you really believe it?It's just a thought.