I sell hot pot in Dasong [farming]

The further south you go, the fewer pedestrians there are.

The village road is winding, there are small gray houses in the distance, and green fields on both sides, patches of deep and light green, just like in fairy tales.

It is rare to see such a scene in the bustling city of Bianjing, Sinan couldn't help slowing down, and Erlang also looked left and right curiously.

"Brother Smelly, Mister said 'there is a lot of rain during the Ching Ming Festival', why isn't it raining today?"

"Call out dear brother, I will tell you."

"Brother smelly."

"Just be stubborn, it will rain heavily in a while, and you will be drenched in water."

Erlang made a face.

Si Nan deliberately turned into a small shallow pit, and the three wheels bumped. Erlang was so frightened that he screamed and called brother repeatedly.

"Brother, there is a big river ahead!" Erlang grabbed Sinan's clothes and stood up, looking over there excitedly.

There seemed to be a smiling voice in Sinan's ear: "When you see the river, you're almost there."

It was Si Xu who said it.

When Si Xu was there, every Qingming Festival he brought his family back to visit the grave. Every time he saw Cui Jiahe, he would say something with a smile.

There is a village in the upper reaches of the Cuijia River, called Cuijiazhai, which is the hometown of my grandfather.

My grandfather often said that the Cuijiazhai was just a village of bandits in the previous dynasty. This dynasty established the country, the government implemented benevolent policies, gathered refugees to return to their hometowns, and recruited bandits. This allowed the people in the village to have land and become serious. farmers.

It's just that Cuijiazhai is surrounded by mountains on three sides and a river on one side. There is little land and travel is inconvenient. The life of the villagers is very poor.

After Si Xu made his fortune, he built bridges and paved roads, and often helped him. The villagers were very grateful to him.

Although the Si family was gone in the village, he never forgot his roots and would come back every year.

Back in the past, they were a family of six, sitting in a spacious carriage and carrying boxes of gifts.This time there is only one small tricycle, plus two brothers.

At the entrance of the village stood seven or eight men, all dressed in coarse brown clothes, with weathered faces.The leader is Cui Shi, in his thirties, who took over the position of village head from his father three years ago.

Simon recognized it immediately.

Half a year ago, Yuanshen came back to bury the coffins of his grandparents, thanks to the village head's busy work inside and out, and took care of them.

Knowing that the Si family was down and out, he didn't see any change in his attitude. On the contrary, he became more warm to the two brothers, and so did the villagers.

"Thinking that you will come here today, I am afraid that you will not be able to find a place, and are discussing going to meet you. Is the journey going smoothly?"

As Cui Shi said, he subconsciously reached out to take the reins, and suddenly saw that Sinan was not riding a donkey cart or carriage, but a strange wooden cart, and his eyes widened, "What kind of fairy thing is this, how can it run by itself?"

"I didn't run by myself, I rode it." Sinan kicked forward twice to let him see clearly.

Cui Shi took a step back abruptly, as if frightened.

The rest of the men also watched in amazement and talked a lot.

"It's called a 'three-wheeled walker'. You can walk forward with just one kick, and it's less strenuous than a cart. Brother, try it." Sinan took off his stilt shoes and handed them to Cui Shi.

"Don't, don't, don't let me break such a good thing." Cui Shi waved his hands again and again, but his eyes were fixed on the tricycle, full of eagerness.

Si Nan smiled, and said, "Then I'll tell you how to do it later, and ask our village brother Wood to make a new one."

The man next to him spoke with a smile: "Brother Nan, does he even know about wood? That kid stays at home all day, like hatching an egg. You haven't seen him twice."

"I know, Brother Shi goes to Bianjing every year, and he always brings a small wooden horse and a small wooden sword for us brothers, all made by Brother Wood."

"I know too! The sword made by brother Wood is beautiful and strong, even better than the ones bought in the Liang family's martial arts!" Erlang said excitedly.

The men couldn't help laughing.

The two young gentlemen can see their things, which makes them happy more than anything else.

Thanks to Si Xu these years, the young men in the village can go to Bianjing to find work, the elderly and children have clothes to wear, and rice and meat sent by him during the festivals. Their lives are much better than those of nearby villages.

Now that something happened to the Si family, everyone can't wait to pay back with ten times or eight times their efforts.

The group of people arrived at the ancestral tomb of the Si family while talking.

The Si family is thin, if the grandparents hadn't adopted Si Xu, the incense of this generation would have been cut off.

Si Nan took Erlang to burn paper for his grandparents, kowtowed, and planted the jasmine flower that his grandmother liked in front of the grave.

When kowtowing, Sinan was neither pretentious nor perfunctory. He really felt the love of his grandparents for Yuanshen, and now he should kowtow for Yuanshen a few times.

Cui Shi and the others also knelt down and kowtowed three times as if they were elders. This is the friendship of the villagers.

In the past when Si Xu brought his family back, his aunts and aunts would gather together to prepare a big banquet, but now although there are only two brothers left, the banquet is not inferior in the slightest.

On the contrary, Si Nan was a little embarrassed. When he came, he didn't even bring a catty of candied fruit. When he returned, he took half a car of melons, fruits and vegetables, all of which were stuffed into the car by the villagers.

Fortunately, he left the blueprint of the tricycle, thinking about providing some convenience to the villagers.

On the way back, it was overcast halfway.

Si Nan was afraid of the rain, so he rode very fast.

It was just after noon, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, only an old woman with gray hair, hunched over and walking slowly with a bamboo pole.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and dark clouds came from the west, and it seemed that it was going to rain.If it really rains and the ground is muddy, the small tricycle cannot be ridden.

Sinan showed the momentum he had during the physical test back then, pedaled desperately, and in the blink of an eye surpassed the old man who was carrying the burden.

Si Nan took a special look at it. The old man's burden contained edible gourds. He presumably grew them at home and wanted to sell them in the city.

He stopped and persuaded: "Mother-in-law, it's going to rain, go home!"

The old man shook his head, "My baby is screaming from hunger, and I can only exchange rice after selling gourds."

"Why did you come out at this time?"

"Wake up in the morning and go to the ground. At this time, the baby is asleep, and it happens to be sold."

"Where are the baby's parents?"

"His father went to war and died, and his mother-in-law ran away. This is the only baby left."

Sinan sighed: "Grandma, sell me the gourd and go home earlier."

The mother-in-law glanced at him in the car, and said: "My son, the old woman knows that you are kind, but she can't sell you. Seeing that you are a small and thin one, how can you finish so many dishes?"

To be honest, I am a little moved and admired that the old man lives in such a difficult life and can still be upright.It's just... What's the matter with being thin and thin?

Si Nan smiled, and explained patiently, saying that he was in the food business, and no matter how much food he had, the old man agreed.

When moving the gourds, Sinan secretly stuffed a bag of corn into her burden—the villagers put it on his cart—the old man saw it and insisted on returning it to him.

Si Nan got on the bike and ran away in a hurry.

After such a delay, the rain began to rustle before entering the city.Fortunately, it is not far from the outer city gate, and it can be reached in half an hour at most.

Sinan put the bamboo hat on Erlang's head, took off his outer shirt and wrapped it around him, "Hold on, brother, I'll let you experience sprinting in the rain."

"No!" Erlang grabbed him suddenly, his face tensed, "Don't get wet in the rain."

Si Nan thought he was afraid of the cold, so he comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, it won't rain heavily in Qingming, I'll keep you covered, so you won't be able to get wet."

"You can't get wet either." Erlang insisted, "Find a place to hide from the rain."

"fine……"

"No! Hide from the rain!" Erlang cried, his little face turning pale.

Si Nan felt something was wrong, and patted his head, "What's wrong?"

Tears welled up in Erlang's eyes, "Grandfather, grandfather fell ill after being exposed to the rain... so did grandma..."

Si Nan felt sore, "Okay, okay, let's stop showering, there is a small temple over there, go in and hide."

Erlang nodded his head, and carefully put the bamboo hat on his head, while he made an empty basket, and put it on his little body.

Looking at the little ball, Sinan smiled silently, this kid is caring about him!

That temple is called the Niangniang Temple. Some people say that the offering is for the Empress of Songzi, some say that it is for the Immortal Empress, and others say that it is the Hebo of Zhenshui.

In the past, every time he passed by, Si Xu would laugh and tell the two brothers interesting stories about the Niangniang Temple. In fact, the offering in the temple is the current birth mother, the Concubine Chen, and now the Empress Zhang Yi, Li Shi.

In order to please the officials, the old village head of this village changed the name of the village to Fenghuang Village.

The road to Fenghuang Village is the same as the official road, spacious and flat, leading to the Niangniang Temple.There is a big stone in front of the gate, like a screen, which keeps the auspicious atmosphere in the temple.

Si Nan walked around the screen, and saw two tall and burly sergeants standing at the door at a glance—even though they were wearing plain clothes, their gait was as if they had been trained for many years.

The sergeant stepped forward and said, "Don't stay here for long, leave quickly."

Even if he didn't say anything, Sinan planned to leave.

Don't think about it, there must be a certain important person staying in the temple at this time, and he doesn't want to cause trouble.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard a gentle voice from the temple: "Don't be rude, if there are villagers who are hiding from the rain, please come in."

The two relatives responded and retreated to the sides.

Si Nan cupped his fists and said loudly: "No need, the boy will leave now."

In the temple, Tang Xuan couldn't help but startled when he heard his voice.

Zhao Zhen saw it sharp-eyed, and immediately became interested, "Know Xuan'er?"

Tang Xuan nodded, "It's the little man I met on the road."

"Since it's Xuan'er's friend, it's all the more reason to invite me in." One sentence can tell who it is, and it's not an ordinary friend at a glance.

Si Nan yelled outside: "The boy is reckless, so I don't want to disturb the nobleman, so I take my leave."

As soon as the voice fell, there was rumbling thunder in the sky, and the rain suddenly became dense.

Erlang exclaimed: "Brother, it's raining heavily, don't get caught in the rain!"

Simon: ...

Is this really good?

"Come in." There was a clear and cold voice from inside the door, Tang Xuan was dressed in a black dress, and stepped out of the temple door.

The legs are still so long, the face is still so handsome, and even the black iron bow on his body looks extremely cute.

Rumbling--

There was another thunderclap, and the raindrops were crackling, falling in a hurry.

Sinan's eyes sparkled.

he can!