Liao Zhai alchemist

Chapter 21 The simple folk customs of Zhangjia Village

When Zhang Wei arrived at Zhangjia Village, the sky had already dimmed. Although there was still the last rays of the sunset, the farmers at this time had some night blindness, and the dim light could not see people clearly.When they saw that it was Zhang Wei, these simple fools put away their hoes and sickles and smiled at Zhang Wei.

"It's Mr. Xiucai! Why didn't you inform us earlier, we might as well be waiting for you at the entrance of the village." A senior villager stood up and said.

Zhang Wei obviously didn't know this person, but he still smiled and said, "I wanted to go home temporarily, but I didn't send anyone to say hello."

He bowed his hands to the surroundings and said loudly, "Thank you for coming to welcome you, Zhang Wei, here."

The others were a little embarrassed to hide the sickle, scratched their heads and said, "Where is it, Mr. Xiucai is polite."

Then someone whispered: "As expected of a scholar who has read books, he speaks and does things reasonably."

"That's not the case. This is the first scholar from our village. In the future, it may be a master of Juren, or even a master of jinshi!"

At this time, the atmosphere of the township party is still very strong, and everyone is still proud of such a person in their hometown.Not to mention that this person is still his own brother.

Zhang Wei chatted with the people left and right, nothing more than asking about his physical condition, the harvest of crops, and visiting relatives.They are all people of the same clan and village, and most of them have some relatives.Zhang Wei and them climbed up relatives, making these peasant men blushed with excitement, as if they had drunk two liang old wine.

"In that case, I should call you second uncle." Zhang Wei said to a sturdy man.

This sturdy man may be five or six years older than Zhang Wei. Hearing Zhang Wei's words, his dark face turned red.He grinned, scratched his head and said, "According to seniority, but I can't be your second uncle. I can't be second black!"

When he said this, everyone else laughed, and Zhang Wei also laughed.This person is called Zhang Erhei, because he has been black since he was a child.Hearing the name, he also has a big brother named Zhang Dahei.It's just that his eldest brother is not in the village today.

Zhang Wei said with a smile, "Okay! It's awkward for me to call you Uncle Er, I'll just call Brother Er Hei from now on."

When Er Hei heard it, his head shook like a rattle, but he still said, "Just call Er Hei, you can't be your brother."

The villagers are simple, and they dare not take advantage of the scholar.It's okay to brag in private, but not if you're serious, it's not about ancestor worship.

Everyone surrounded Zhang Wei and moved forward. Zhang's father's original home was a broken grass shed, which had long since collapsed.Later, after Zhang's father made his fortune, he rebuilt a large manor at the back of the village and employed several families in the village to grow oil crops such as sesame and rape.

Father Zhang didn't come here often, just a thought, a bit like the meaning of getting rich and going home to renovate his ancestral house.

Zhang Wei came here once when he was a child, and it was that time when he was infected with a cold, and then the cold became a tuberculosis. Since then, Zhang Wei has never been here again.

The group was bustling and came to the Zhang family's manor with torches.He hasn't come back for nearly ten years, and the memories in Zhang Wei's brain are blurred.

The tall door is slightly outdated, but the black and red door panels are kept clean.This time Zhang Wei came back suddenly, and the people in the manor didn't even know that they couldn't clean it in advance.

But now it seems that the home is usually well maintained.

Before entering the door, a dozen people were already standing at the door.When Zhang Wei walked in, the dozen or so people all knelt on the ground with a puff.

The leader was an old man. After he knelt down, he cried without saying a word.

"Master! You are finally willing to come back!"

The kneeling people were silent, while the old man was in tears.The onlookers of the villagers of the same clan were holding torches, and they all became quiet.

After Zhang’s father made a fortune, he returned to his hometown to build a new manor. Several families from the same family who were really unable to survive came to donate and voluntarily became Zhang’s father’s servants.

Father Zhang took pity on them, so he accepted a few of their families and arranged for them to manage the manor and take care of the fields.This is indeed a great blessing for these families.

At the age of ten, Zhang Wei returned to his hometown for the first time.Zhang's father ran a business in the city, and his mother Zhou was the one who accompanied Zhang Wei back.

These families naturally assume the responsibility of taking care of the young master.However, after living for a long time, Zhang Wei was infected with a cold, and then the cold was not cured for a long time, and developed into tuberculosis.

Zhang Wei is the only seed of Father Zhang, and Father Zhang trusts these people so much that he entrusts his son to their care, and they take care of Zhang Wei to the point of almost dying!
Not many others, even they themselves feel guilty.

Since then, Zhang Wei and Zhang's father have never come back to the manor to live, and their compatriots in the village have also poked their spines and ridiculed them.

When people took you in, you didn't repay others well, and you actually took care of other people's children with terminal illnesses?
The simple villagers are not so reasonable, they just think that you did not take good care of the young master and made the young master sick!
In the past ten years, these families have hardly dared to appear in front of the villagers.

Today, the young master has recovered and returned to the manor again. This means that he has released his past suspicions. He is here to save their families. Can the old man at the head not cry bitterly?
These thoughts flashed through Zhang Wei's mind, and he sighed in his heart. In this closed rural society, they have also endured a lot of pressure over the years.

He bent down, picked up the old man at the head, and said, "Libo, it's not your fault for that, you get up!"

The old man named Li Bo was strongly supported by Zhang Wei, but he couldn't help but say, "It was because we didn't take good care of you back then that we made you suffer for so many years. We feel ashamed."

Zhang Wei smiled and said: "The sky is cloudy, sunny, rainy and snowy, and people have good and bad luck. It's really not your fault, everyone, get up."

He greeted him again, and then the people who were kneeling behind slowly stood up. Zhang Wei looked over by the firelight. These men and women lowered their heads and dared not look directly at Zhang Wei. There were only a few eight or nine-year-old boys who were confused. Check it out, don't know what happened.Anyway, they were kneeled down by their parents.

When the Zhang family members in the crowd saw this scene, they all smiled and said, "It's still the gentleman Xiucai, the people who have read books are different. If it were me, I would have hated the Zhang Li family."

Seeing that it was completely dark, Zhang Wei said loudly, "My fellow villagers and elders, it's getting dark now. I'll talk about it tomorrow and tomorrow. I'll stay here for a while, and it's a long time coming to Japan, everyone!"

When the others heard it, they also complied and said, "Yes, yes, it's getting late, and Duke Xiu Cai is going to rest, let's go back!"

The villagers gradually dispersed, and Zhang Wei said to Zhang Zhang, "Libo, this is my classmate. You arranged for them to stay here. It's been a day since everyone rushed. You also prepare some food."

Zhang Li hurriedly responded, and brought his family to welcome Zhang Wei and others into the manor.

(End of this chapter)