Ba Zong's rural life [farming]

The mountain road has been wet by the rain for many days, some places are muddy, some places are slippery, and spring has just arrived, and the weeds on the mountain have grown out, domineeringly horizontal in the middle of the narrow road, and it is inevitable when walking When I met it, the rain on the leaves made everyone's clothes wet.

Ruan Xishi was originally a frail young man. Teacher Ruan loved him dearly when he was alive and refused to let him do heavy and tiring work. As a result, even though he grew up in the countryside, he was raised like a charming young master. Now he carries a basket of food by himself. Sacrifice, walking on the difficult mountain road is too strenuous.

In order not to fall, Ruan Xishi could only carefully grasp the weeds on both sides of the mountain road, and use the toughness of the weeds to climb up. He had difficulty walking, and when he stopped for a while, his heels would slip off. He panicked and didn't care. On the other hand, he grabbed the sword-leaf grass on the side of the road reflexively, and the sharp leaves scratched a heavy scar on his palm, and the numbness and pain instantly reached his brain.

The old people in the village said that Ruan Xishi had a pair of young master's hands with white and slender fingers. At first glance, he was not a farm worker, but a person who wrote and learned. Even Teacher Ruan thought so, and he was very concerned about his studies on weekdays. Pay attention to.

Now that Teacher Ruan is gone, Ruan Xishi is the only one left in the family. He has to support his family with his young master's writing hands, work hard to support himself, chop firewood and plow the land. Cocoon, like other peers.

Ruan Xishi looked at the scars on his palms, and suddenly felt panic and distress. The sudden death of his grandfather had dealt a great blow to him. When he was sleeping alone at night, he faced the wall of his house, uneasily clutching his fingers, plotting against him alone. Can it survive.

I also thought about going with my grandfather and having a companion underground, but thinking of the worried eyes of my grandfather before he died, my grandfather told him with his last breath to take good care of himself, so he had to live well according to his last wish.

Everyone in the village cared about him very much, and some families who had received the kindness of Mr. Ruan even volunteered to invite him to live at home and take care of him until they got married and had children.

Ruan Xishi was educated by her grandfather since she was a child, don't be greedy for petty gains, don't be too casual, and would rather be owed by others than owe others, lest you feel bad for your conscience.Ruan Xishi kept this truth in mind, so she declined the villagers' kindness and still lived alone in her grandfather's old house.On weekdays, the villagers were afraid that he would not have enough food and clothing to keep warm, so they went to his house to visit him every three days. The family killed chickens and ducks, boiled rice dumplings and dried sweet potatoes, so they wanted to give him some, and tried to persuade him to look away. Live better.In order not to make others worry, Ruan Xishi always forced a smile on his face when facing enthusiastic villagers, making them feel that he was doing well. Only at night when no one was around would he hide under the covers and feel sad secretly.

Going to the grave of his grandfather, Ruan Xishi felt a sense of loss again. He put the offerings in front of the grave, took out a small sickle from the basket, and cleaned the grass on the grave bit by bit, just like pulling out the white hair of his grandfather when he was a child. .

After weeding, Ruan Xishi took out the offerings from the basket, a big plump rooster that was killed by the neighbor's uncle, a piece of pork belly, a ball of rice noodles, a few oranges, and two bowls of glutinous rice.

He placed the offerings neatly in front of the grave, lit candles and incense, and poured tea and wine into cups.The three big cups are for tea, and the five small cups are for wine. When he was going out, the neighbor's aunt told him not to get it upside down, and he memorized it all the way.

The tea is the old tea picked by my grandfather from Congcha Mountain last summer. My grandfather said that the taste of the old tea leaves is quite good, so I dried some and put it at home to drink slowly. Unfortunately, he passed away before finishing it.The wine is ordinary rice wine, which tastes very strong and pungent, but grandpa likes to drink it very much. When he has nothing to do, he will fry a plate of peanuts for himself. She smiled and asked Ruan Xishi if she wanted to try it.

Ruan Xishi took a sip when he was ignorant, and immediately vomited him out of bitterness. Grandpa was so distressed, saying that he was a waste, and it seemed that he regarded wine as a very good thing.

Grandpa also said that when he grows up, he won't be lonely drinking with him, but it's a pity that the two of them couldn't have a drink together in the end.

The more Ruan Xishi thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. The hands that poured the wine were trembling, and he filled the glass inadvertently. Then he wiped away his tears and put the bottle away. Then, with an ugly smile, he said to the grave: " Grandpa likes to drink, so drink more today, I am here with you."

Said to accompany, Ruan Xishi really squatted on the spot for a stick of incense, while burning the paper and talking to grandpa about what happened during this period until the candle was burned out.There are many rules about sacrifices in the village, which have been passed down from generation to generation. The villagers firmly believe in it, and they are very strict about this matter. There are strict rules on when to go to the grave and when not to go to the grave, otherwise it will be broken. Rules, disturb the peace of the dead.

Ruan Xishi was very reluctant to part with his grandfather, and when he came next time, it would be the Qingming Festival, and there were still about two months before the Qingming Festival, so he was worried that his grandfather would be lonely if he lived here.

But the incense had already been burned, and if he didn't leave, he would break the rules, and when he went back, his aunt would talk about him again, so he had no choice but to pour tea and wine on the ashes, pack up the sacrifices, and say goodbye to grandpa.

Going down the mountain was much easier than going down the mountain. Ruan Xishi walked half-heartedly and didn't fall. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he suddenly remembered that a villager told him that he was picked up by his grandfather on the road behind the mountain.

In the past, Ruan Xishi never took this matter seriously. He firmly believed that he was the child of his grandfather, and even brazenly told the villagers that he was born of his grandfather, which made the villagers laugh, but thinking about it today, he suddenly felt a little want to see.

Thinking in this way, he walked around half of the mountain and arrived at the abandoned road. The trucks at the toll booth will leave, and no one will leave at other times.

Ruan Xishi walked cautiously in the mountain stream, looking for a path that could lead to the road. No one has walked here for a long time, and the grass is tall.

He saw traces of being crushed in front of him, thought he had found a path, and walked over. He pushed aside the weeds and was about to step on it, when he suddenly saw a man lying there.

Ruan Xishi remembered the investigative TV series he watched with his grandfather when he was a child, in which there was a case of murder and dumping of corpses, he was startled almost immediately and let out a hasty cry.

Fortunately, the man moved his fingers, and Ruan Xishi realized that he was alive. Although he didn't know why he appeared here, since he was still alive, it was important to save his life first.

He knelt down to check if there were any injuries on the man, and he was relieved when he saw no large-scale blood stains. This man didn't know how long he had been unconscious here, his clothes were all wet, and there was an abnormal look on his face. white.

Ruan Xishi was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he took off his rain jacket to cover it up, and he wanted to call some adults from the village as soon as possible to bring this man back to the village for treatment.

Because carrying a basket affected his walking speed, Ruan Xishi didn't even want the basket, and ran back to the other side of the mountain empty-handed, ready to go back to the village to call for help.

Seeing that it was getting late, the old man herding the cattle was about to take the cattle home when he suddenly saw a panicked person running out from the foot of the mountain. He took a closer look, who was Shizai who was not the one who went up the mountain to pay homage to Teacher Ruan just now?

The old man was worried that he had encountered a snake on the mountain, so he called to him from a distance, and asked worriedly, "Shizai, what's the matter, where are your things?"

Ruan Xishi was out of breath from running, he stopped in front of the old man, pointing to the mountain behind him panting on his knees, and said anxiously: "There is an injured man on the other side of the mountain, we have to get him out Go back to the village, or it will rain again tonight, and he will freeze to death there."

The old man was horrified when he heard the words, and the first thing he thought of was the criminals who escaped from the border, and he asked nervously, "Shizi, what does that man look like?"

Ruan Xishi just took a quick look at it, and really didn't leave much of an impression. The only thing she remembered was that the man was very good-looking, prettier than all the men in the village.

He was thinking about saving people, and he really didn't have much time to explain to the old man. He waved his hand, then continued to run, and went to the village to call for help.