Half River Autumn Moon and River Spring [Rat and Cat]

Mojiang County, Tomb Village, Mule River Estuary.

It was almost dusk, the village chief Wei Huxiang squatted at the river mouth, looked up from time to time and looked into the distance, and murmured: "This old six, the sun is almost lying on the mountainside and won't come back..." He was murmuring , Suddenly I heard someone shouting from a distance: "Old Wei, ouch, my village chief, hurry up... come and give me a hand..."

Hearing this, Wei Huxiang stood up hastily, squatting for too long, staggered as soon as he took a step, and almost fell, when the person at the other end saw it, he smiled and said: "You have old arms and legs, you're over 60." The old man has to squat there, you bad old man, don’t you have hemorrhoids and can’t sit properly?”

"What are you talking about, why are you back so late this time?"

The visitor turned towards the big cart behind him and said, "Look at it yourself, is it easy for me to drive a donkey cart with such a big cart? Is it not too much to ask you to come and help?"

Wei Huxiang glanced at the piles of things on the car, frowned and said, "It's much more than last time. Could it be that there are other arrangements over there?"

The sixth child jumped out of the car, stuck the donkey's whip into his trouser belt, then took out a letter from his jacket and handed it to Wei Huxiang, "I'll give it to you over there, you can read it yourself."

Wei Huxiang took the letter, but before he opened it, the sixth child added another sentence: "Old rules, burn the letter after reading it."

Wei Huxiang sneered: "Why, have you read the letter?"

Lao Liu smiled and said, "We really want to see it, but you, Wei, are the only one who can read in our village. What's the use of watching it?"

"Then you still know the old rules?"

"Don't you burn the letter every time you read it? Is it an old rule or is it because your earthen stove can't make a fire and you can't use this broken letter to start a fire? Oh, I won't talk to you anymore. If you don't enter the village, you won't have time to distribute the rations!"

Wei Huxiang put the letter away, and said while pulling the donkey: "Okay, you remember to distribute it according to each family's needs later, by the way, take half of the rations left for me and give it to Grandma Deng's family. Jia Xiaoshan will be ten years old soon, and it is time to grow up, so it is appropriate to eat more."

"Wouldn't it be too little to keep half of it? Your grandson can..."

"What grandson, how many times have I told you that he is the benefactor of our village, my son, your uncle!"

Lao Liu sighed and nodded vigorously: "Okay, my uncle, what, my uncle doesn't eat?"

Wei Huxiang choked for a moment, and said after a while: "I don't want to eat, I'm so stubborn."

The sixth child smashed it: "Then my uncle may not be happy."

"Bah! What about the things I asked you to go to the city to prepare?"

Lao Liu patted his head, turned around and began to fiddle in the car, then took out a box wrapped in red cloth, handed it to Wei Huxiang, rubbed his hands together and said: "We've seen it, it's really a good thing, Even if there is no millennium, there must be 800 years, save it for the grandson... No, it would be the best to hang my uncle for his life."

Wei Huxiang opened the box, and saw an old ginseng lying quietly in the box, like a withered old man, dying but still struggling.

He closed the box lightly, and breathed a sigh of relief as if reassured.

Lao Liu on the side pulled the cart and murmured: "Old Wei, old Wei, you said you took the ancestral jade pendant and asked me to exchange it for the thousand-year-old ginseng to extend his life. Are you stupid?"

Wei Huxiang didn't reply, just glanced at the entrance of the village.

"Ah, by the way, the person who sold this ginseng said that people who are physically weak can't make too much tonic all at once. You can choose a ginseng every time and boil it for him to drink. Don't stew the whole ginseng, it will easily kill you."

"to make."

"Also, why don't you read the letter first, in case there is anything we need to do, before the sun goes down, let's go and do it for you first?"

Wei Huxiang froze for a moment, looked at the grizzled hair of the sixth child and his sweaty back, and replied: "...OK."

He took out the letter he had just placed, holding the letter with one hand while supporting the cart with the other. After reading it, he felt amused and touched a cart of rations, and said, "No wonder there are so many, it turns out that someone from above is coming."

"What the hell? Someone from above?"

Wei Huxiang nodded: "The letter said that the capital sent people from Kaifeng Prefecture to our village to investigate. Regarding our village's declining population and my son, let us deal with it."

The sixth child asked nervously, "When will you come?"

"It's just these two days. You will go door to door to remind later, what should be said and what should not be said will be weighed by the big guys."

The sixth child nodded hastily: "Old Wei, don't worry, the swords we slashed together at the beginning were just to let the big guys get on the same boat, and no one would make mistakes."

Wei Huxiang received the letter, continued to push the cart and said, "I'm not worried about it."

"Then your face stinks like you just took a shit?"

Wei Huxiang held back a curse word, and after a while, he said helplessly: "The letter said, Master Ye is not dead."

"what?!"

Seeing the frightened expression on Lao Liu's face, Wei Huxiang continued, "But that kid's head seems to have been broken, and the letter says he doesn't remember anything."

Lao Liu was stunned: "Then... this, this..."

Wei Huxiang said: "Let's take one step at a time, he is not dead, some people will be more anxious than us."

…………

At nightfall, Wei Huxiang lit three sticks of incense and muttered in his mouth: "Old woman, something serious is going to happen in the village, and I, the village head, don't know how many days I have to live. You wait for me down here until I get through it." During this period of time, old man, I will come to look for you, let's reincarnate together, and I will take good care of you in the next life!"

After saying that, he inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner in front of his wife's spiritual tablet, and then turned his head to look at another spiritual tablet next to his wife's spiritual tablet, and saw that it was written "the spiritual tablet of the old man Wei Quan", and old man Wei stroked it gently The spiritual seat, and took the spiritual seat from the altar, sniffed his nose, and came to the stove with the spiritual tablet in his arms. Touching the words on the spiritual tablet, the old man couldn't help crying, and saw that the root of the thousand-year-old ginseng was stewed on the stove. He wiped his tears again, and after sighing, he threw the spirit tablet into the stove, and the flames engulfed the tablet. Seeing the increasingly blurred handwriting, old man Wei hissed, took the poker to He poked in the stove, then sat in front of the stove in a daze.

In the empty house, suddenly, there was a mournful whimpering sound from the other room. The whimpering sound woke up the old man Wei who was in a daze. He hurriedly checked the ginseng soup, and when he saw that the color of the soup was almost the same, he filled a bowl with it. Come out, and then walk towards the house where the noise was made with both hands in your hands.

In the east wing, the sobs became louder and louder. Old man Wei opened the door with ginseng soup, and saw a "thing" lying on the bed in the wing. The reason why he was called a "thing" was because he was like a human being. He can breathe and fluctuate, but if you look carefully, he has no hands and feet, and his whole body is covered with bandages, with red blood stains still faintly showing on the bandages.

Old man Wei put the ginseng soup on the table, came to the bed, suddenly knelt on the ground and said, "Son, I'm sorry for you, but I can't help you. I asked someone to buy you a thousand-year-old ginseng. Dad is Those who want to save you, those who really want to save you, if you are unwell and refuse to eat, then drink some ginseng soup, okay?"

The "thing" on the bed seemed extremely angry, but still whimpered and said nothing, the blood on the bandage deepened again, when old man Wei saw it, he immediately became anxious: "Son, don't move, your wound is already gone. It's starting to scab over, you're opening the wound again!"

That "thing" opened its mouth wide, only then saw that his tongue had been cut off!Not even the eyes!He can't speak, and he can't look directly at others, but every part of his body is telling his anger!

"Father knows that you want to die, but dad can't let you die. If you die, our village will be over. It doesn't matter if dad dies, but there are still so many people in the village, dad can't let them die..."

"Ah, by the way, there is good news, you must be happy to hear that Master Ye is not dead!"

The originally furious body on the bed calmed down when he heard Master Ye's name!

Wei Huxiang sighed, went to the table to get the ginseng soup, helped him up carefully, and said slowly: "I heard that they will come to our village in two days, and you will be reunited soon, for the sake of Ye Master, why don't you have a drink?"

Tears of blood suddenly flowed from the empty pupils.

"Also, not only Master Ye came this time, he also brought people from Kaifeng Mansion in the capital, Kaifeng Mansion, you must know Bao Qingtian's name better than me!"

Blood and tears dripped on the bed, and flowers of blood bloomed on the quilt.

Wei Huxiang put the ginseng soup in his son's mouth, and seeing that he didn't refuse, he slowly fed the ginseng soup into his mouth. After finally feeding a bowl of ginseng soup, Wei Huxiang heaved a sigh of relief and began to serve him. The son changed the bandages, and then waited for him to wipe his body, wash his face and go to the toilet. After everything was done, he closed the door and left.

The moonlight is bleak, reflecting on the hilltop of the grave village, as if covering the village with a layer of white plain clothes.

…………

Mojiang County, Mojiang County Government.

"What, you said that you are officials from the capital who came to investigate the grave village?"

Li Chengsi looked at Zhan Zhao with a shocked expression.If he hadn't eavesdropped on the conversation between him and Zheng Butou on the roof, he would have thought that the other party had just found out about it, and Zhan Zhao couldn't help but praise Mr. Li's acting skills in his heart.

"That's right. On the way we came here, I heard that Mr. Li is also investigating this matter. I wonder if you can take us to the graveyard?"

"Wait, your Excellency said that your surname is Zhan, could it be Mr Zhan Zhaozhan from Kaifeng Mansion?"

Zhan Zhao took out his identity token: "It's right here."

Li Chengsi hastily knelt down: "I am humbled to attend Master Zhan, but I didn't know Master Zhan was coming, so there is a mistake..."

Zhan Zhao hurriedly helped him up and said, "Okay, alright, Mr. Li, let's not talk about politeness, I also came here under a secret order, please don't disclose our identities, I won't be able to explain when I go back. "

Li Chengsi supported his official hat, nodded and said: "Naturally, naturally."

"Then when can we go to the grave village?"

"Ah? This..."

Yan Bei on the side said bluntly: "Master Li, I think it is better to hit the sun than to choose the day, let's make it today!"

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