What could be wrong with the salted fish attack?

After planting corn and finishing Nanxiong's wedding, it's autumn harvest time.

The autumn harvest in Nanhe Village is just a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, around August [-]th.

At this time, the rice in the paddy field has turned yellow and clear one after another.

Standing on the ridge and looking, it is a golden sea.

On the afternoon of August [-]th, the village chief came to look for Nan Xing.

As soon as they entered the door, they talked about the autumn harvest: "Xingxing, the autumn harvest will start tomorrow."

Nan Xing nodded, and when pouring tea for him, asked: "How to arrange?"

"Xianhuang from Ahai's family, cut from his family."

Nan Xing nodded again.

"As for Jingmo..., he probably doesn't know how to cut rice, so he can dry the rice and cook at home." The village chief nodded Jingmo.

Jing Mo, who was being talked about, smiled helplessly.

Uncle Wu and Nan Xing also laughed. Nan Xing glanced at him before saying hello to the village chief.

"Okay, if it's okay, I'll go back first."

Jing Mo sent him off.

When I came back, I heard Uncle Wu ask: "If you don't know how to dry rice, I can do it too."

How dare Jing Mo let him go, he patted his chest and promised: "It's okay, I can do it."

So the next day, facing the picked rice, he was so dazed that he couldn't do anything.

I want to move the savior, let alone Nan Xing, even Zhou Jing is busy.

Although his family is small, but as the only male in the family, he must be busy.

Only the fifth uncle was idle by his side.

As for Uncle Wu, since he was healed by Jing Mo with supernatural powers, he has been able to do some heavy work with ginseng tonic energy, but Jing Mo dare not let him go to dry rice, the sun is still a bit big at noon, in case It is also troublesome to get sick.

By the way, after the fifth uncle found out that he was raised by ginseng, he shared a piece of ginseng with his elder brother with the consent of his grandson and grandson-in-law.

Fortunately, Uncle Wu knew that he couldn't do it. Seeing his embarrassment, he laughed and taught him how to use tools to push away the rice and turn it over.

Fortunately, this job is simple and doesn't take any brains, otherwise Jingmo would be ashamed.

Although it is embarrassing now.

It was the first time for Jingmo to do this kind of work, and he had to collect it after drying. He was really uncomfortable with squatting and squatting, and he was tired from the first day.

I usually wash my clothes after taking a shower, but today I soaked them in water and lay down on the big bed.

His wife didn't respond to calling him.

Nan Xing didn't know that he could get himself down by drying the rice, so he couldn't help laughing.

I went to wash the clothes by myself, went into the room after I finished, and went to bed, looked at Jing Mo lying in large characters, and asked with a smile: "So tired?"

Jing Mo turned sideways to hug his wife's waist.

Nan Xing rubbed his long hair: "Shall I rub it for you?"

"No need." His voice was muffled, he raised his head and looked at Nan Xing: "You must be more tired than me."

Seeing the pain in his eyes, Nan Xing couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Just get used to it."

Jing Mo rested her head on his lap: "I wish I had come earlier." The sooner I get to know you, the sooner we get together, the sooner I can make you happy.

Nan Xing pulled the new thin quilt to cover the two of them: "How early?"

"20 is old."

Nan Xing smiled and said, "I was only 20 when you were 11."

"..." Jing Mo thought for a while, this is very bad, he rubbed his face against his wife's thigh, and complained: "I think I'm too old again."

"So it's not too early, it's just right now." Nan Xing stroked his head.

Jing Mo, who was made happy by his wife, patted the pillow: "Go to sleep."

Nan Xing lay down.

Jing Mo got up to blow on the lamp, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness, with only a little moonlight seeping through the window.

When the sight was clear, there were only two shallow breathing sounds in the room.

On the second day, life continued as usual, as Nan Xing said, just get used to it, and gradually, Jingmo also accepted the sun-dried rice.

As time progressed, the whole Nanhe Village fell into the busyness of autumn harvest.

If the land is small, it will be harvested in a few days.

On Nanxing's side, the whole family added up, and the paddy fields of more than 20 mu had been busy for eight or nine days before they were harvested.

It was already August 29 when the last load of rice was dried in the hall.

After harvesting the rice, the straw left in the field should be bundled and dried in the sun, and then put back into the cowshed or pigsty for use in the coming year.

So I was busy for another three or four days, and when I was really free, it was already the fifth day of September.

After ten days of busy work, the entire family has lost weight.

After all, doing farm work and suffering is not something to enjoy.

Nan Xing's cheeks, which had managed to grow a little flesh, sank a little, which made Jing Mo feel so distressed, and for two or three days in a row, he cooked food for Nan Xing in different ways.

Sometimes it is stew, sometimes it is medicinal food.

After resting like this for three days, Nan Xing's complexion returned to rosy.

In the blink of an eye, it's the Double Ninth Festival.

Double Ninth Festival is also called Chongjiu.

Nanhe Village has always had traditions such as worshiping ancestors and climbing high.

Nan Xing's family went to pay homage to his grandfather, father and father on this day.

The graves of the three of them are placed on another hill.

Nan Xing had prepared the fragrant paper candles last night, as well as the cloth bag with dogwood in it.

When he went out on the morning of the Double Ninth Festival, he took out the dogwood pouch and put it on for Jingmo.

A small bunch of red and green cornel, still exudes fragrance.

He didn't understand these traditional Jingmo, so he obediently let him do what he did.

Nan Xing handed him his own: "Put it on for me."

Jingmo agreed.

After putting them all on, Fifth Uncle took out his sickle and hoe and called them both, "Let's go."

The three locked the door and set off.

Uncle Wu led the way.

Jing Mo found that this area was something he had never been to.

Nanhe Village is surrounded by mountains, and there are only a few places for his activities, so it's normal if he hasn't been there.

Jing Mo didn't know about Fifth Uncle's husband, and even only knew that such a person existed.

He didn't even bother with the two father-in-laws, let alone the grandparents.

It's not that Jing Mo isn't curious, but it's useless to be curious about some things.

Death is like a lamp going out, Nan Xing and Uncle Wu have finally let go of it, and it is useless for him to mention it.

Before arriving at the place, Jing Mo didn't even look at it too much.

But Grandpa Nan Xing's grave is higher than his father and father, just like a father, even if he dies, he still has to open his arms to protect his child.

First go to sweep the grave of Grandpa Nan Xing.

After shoveling the surrounding grass, and padded the cemetery with mud, when Jing Mo wiped the stele, he found that the words on the stele had faded, and he could not recognize the name at all.

Jing Mo stopped looking at him, and followed Fifth Uncle and Nan Xing to burn incense and pay respects.

Then Fifth Uncle pulled Jingmo over and said to the tombstone, "This is Xingxing's husband, named Jingmo. He is a good boy and treats us very well. If you can see it, bless them for a long time."

Jing Mo bowed.

He could hear a trace of nostalgia in Fifth Uncle's voice.

Fifth Uncle looked at the tombstone, which was so faint that he couldn't distinguish it, and sighed silently: "Go over there."

Refers to the two father-in-laws.

When Uncle Wu was cleaning up the weeds in front of the tombstone for Nan Ruo, he couldn't help but put his hand on the tombstone and stroke it back and forth.

Jing Mo couldn't help but think of his parents.

Comparing your heart to your heart, it is not something that can be easily overcome by any person with white hair and black hair.

And Fifth Uncle sent away his husband, son-in-law and son one after another. If it wasn't for Nan Xing, he might not be able to survive.

After tidying up, Fifth Uncle stood up and said to Jing Mo, "Jing Mo, come here and kowtow to your two father-in-laws."

Jing Mo knelt down in front of their graves and kowtowed three times.

Fifth Uncle wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand: "Xing Xing, burn incense."

Nanxing nodded.

They waited for the incense and candles to burn out before returning.

Still Fifth Uncle was in the front, Jing Mo looked at Fifth Uncle's slightly hunched back, then at Nan Xing with red eyes, and stretched out his hand to hold Nan Xing's hand.

Nan Xing looked at him sideways, understood his worry, smiled at him, and rubbed the back of his hand with his fingers.

Jing Mo silently clenched a little tighter.

Even if you miss it, you still have to clean up your mood and live.

Fifth Uncle and Nan Xing are very clear about this.

Whether it's long or short, it's enough for them to handle their emotions properly.

After returning home to rest for a while, Uncle Wu said, "Today is the holiday, let's kill a duck and eat it."

"Okay." The three ducks I bought last time have been raised for more than three months, and they already weigh seven or eight catties.

At the end of the afternoon, Jingmo boiled water to kill ducks.

The duck's hair is more difficult to deal with, and it took two quarters of an hour to clean it.

The duck that has been feathered is still more than five catties.

Jing Mo cut out two duck legs, and kept the internal organs such as duck intestines and gizzards, and prepared to fry sweet potato powder to eat.

Then chop the whole duck and blanch it to make ginger duck. After the ginger is fragrant, add the duck meat and duck legs and stir-fry until golden. Add cooking wine and cover the pot to simmer.

While stewing the duck with sliced ​​ginger, go to the offal of the duck.

When the ginger sliced ​​duck is out of the pan, immediately make duck gizzard fried sweet potato noodles.

Add garlic sprouts and celery, and the flavor of this dish comes out.

After a quarter of an hour in the middle of the unitary hour, dinner was ready, and Jing Mo called the two of them to eat.

After the two sat down, Jing Mo first put the duck legs into their bowls: "Grandpa, try it, I've stewed it for a long time, it should be soft."

Uncle Wu took the uneaten chopsticks back to him again: "I have bad teeth, you can eat."

Jing Mo put it back to him again, and said with a smile: "It's not like the family can't afford meat now, so you can eat it."

Of course Fifth Uncle knew that what he said was right, but since Jing Mo missed him, he would naturally miss Jing Mo too.

Hearing what Jing Mo said, Uncle Wu stopped refusing and gave him a piece of meat: "Let's eat."

Nan Xing remained silent all this time. He shaved half of the duck leg meat with chopsticks and put it in the Jingmo bowl. Without saying anything, he picked up the bowl and picked up the rice.

Jing Mo looked at his face covered by the bowl and smiled.

Uncle Fifth looked at this and that, and nodded with satisfaction.

The grandson and grandson-in-law are loving, and when he is old, he will have the face to see his husband and son and husband.

I just don't know when I will be able to hug my great-grandson, I hope it will be earlier, and when he is in good health, I can help my grandson take care of the children.

After eating, the two cleaned up the kitchen, bid farewell to Fifth Uncle and went back to rest.

The hot water Nanxing came to burn in advance, and you can wash it when you go back.

The two took a bath one after the other, and it was Jing Mo who did the laundry.

After finishing everything, Jing Mo went back to the room, hugged his wife in his arms, and covered him with the quilt.

Nan Xing nestled against his chest, eyes closed.

Jing Mo patted him on the back lightly: "Xing Xing, tell me about Father and Father?"

Nan Xing opened his eyes and looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

"I want to understand."

Nan Xing asked: "Is it something that happened today..."

Jing Mo kissed his forehead: "No."

"What do you want to know?"

"I'll listen to whatever you say."

Nan Xing thought for a while and said, "My father's ancestral home is Nanhe Village, but he was the only one in my grandfather's generation. After marrying my grandmother, I gave birth to my father. When my father was 12 years old, my grandparents took him away. He left Nanhe Village to do business in other places, and he didn’t come back until he was 20 years old. When he came back, he was alone, and outsiders said that his grandparents had passed away in an accident, so he went back to Nanhe Village by himself, demolished the old house and rebuilt a new one. This is the house, and after a few months, I fell in love with my father and got married. I was born in the second year of marriage. They have a very good relationship. I still remember that every time my father came back from outside, I will give my father a hug first..." Not only did he remember this, he also remembered that every time my father left, my father would be unhappy for several days, but this kind of unhappiness, when my father came back He will disappear without a trace, he is smiling every day, looking at Dad laughing, looking at Grandpa laughing, watching him laugh, this kind of life lasts for many years, until Dad was carried into the yard...

That pair of eyes that would light up every time he saw Father never opened again, and his handsome face was left with a gray and dead complexion.

Father's bright eyes that dimmed in an instant have also been in his mind for many years.

In the days that followed, just like my father's declining body, it was black for a long time...

"Xingxing...don't cry, I'm here."

The deep and hasty voice kept ringing in his ears, Nan Xing came back to his senses, only to realize that he had already burst into tears.

Jing Mo kissed his wet eyes in a panic, hoping to kiss those tears away.

Nan Xing rested her head on his shoulder, and held him tightly with her arms. After a long time, she took a long breath and said sullenly, "I'm fine."

Jing Mo hugged him, comforting him silently.

"It's been so many years, I'm fine."

Jing Mo stroked his back: "I'm here."

After a long time, Nan Xing hummed.

Jing Mo hugged him tightly: "Go to sleep."

Nan Xing closed his eyes.

When he fell asleep, Jing Mo bowed his head and kissed his heart.

A long time does not mean letting go.

Just like him, he occasionally misses his parents.

Because of the long time, he can't remember the appearance of his parents clearly, and Nan Xing still remembers everything that happened that day, which shows how much damage was left to him that day.

The ability can only heal the trauma, and the heartache needs him to fade slowly.

The only thing Jing Mo can do is to stay with him all the time.

The author has something to say:

Originally, I wanted to talk about the story of Nan Xing's father and father, but after thinking about it, no matter how sweet it is, it is sugar with glass slag, and I will abuse myself first.

The next chapter is about the prospect of honeymoon. Guess where Jingmo got the money?

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