Return to the small mountain village in 1986

Chapter 135 The High Vision of Superstition
At the end of the year, the members of the village committee were re-elected, and Gao Yuanjian was no longer the deputy director. In addition, in spring and summer, not many people would ask him to make wine, so he has been a little free recently.

At this time, when he came to Gao Mingcheng's home, he saw the two newly transplanted mulberry trees at a glance, so he frowned.

Gao Mingcheng had just finished his porridge, and planned to visit the old village. He heard some voices vaguely before, but due to the distance, he couldn't hear them clearly.

But before he had time to pass, his father came first.

"Dad, what happened in the old village? Why did I hear someone crying?" Gao Mingcheng asked.

Gao Yuanjian didn't answer but asked instead: "When did you transplant two mulberry trees to the door of your house?"

"Yesterday." Gao Mingcheng said.

When Gao Yuan heard the words, his expression changed drastically, and he scolded angrily: "Don't plant mulberries in the front, and don't plant willows in the future. Haven't you even heard this sentence? Sang Tong mourned, you just transplanted the mulberry tree yesterday. Someone is getting old! Hurry up and remove this mulberry tree, don't let other people know!"

"You are such an old man, why don't you know anything!" Gao Yuanjian scolded, and went to find a hoe himself to remove the mulberry tree again.

Gao Mingcheng was stunned for a few seconds, but he didn't expect this to be the beginning.

He had heard the saying, “Don’t plant mulberries before, and don’t plant willows later,” but he didn’t really believe it. So when Duomei suggested digging two mulberry trees and planting them next to the house so that it would be easier to pick mulberry leaves, he said nothing. Get things done.

Now Gao Yuanjian has a strong attitude and wants to remove the mulberry tree, and said that it was because he transplanted the mulberry tree yesterday, which caused the old people in the village last night.

This is too far-fetched, right?
But Gao Mingcheng in his previous life didn't believe it, but in this life, Gao Mingcheng still believed to some extent. For one thing, if no one said something bad, then forget it, but once someone said something bad, it would always be in his heart Leave a trace.

If something goes wrong, it will be summed up in those bad words.

Many beauty standing at the door was a little uneasy. It was she who proposed to transplant the mulberry tree, and it was also the place she chose. Now that Gao Yuanjian said this, she felt that it was all her fault.

"Dad, let me dig." Gao Mingcheng walked over and took the hoe from Gao Yuanjian.

The mulberry tree was only transplanted yesterday, and the soil was still very soft. With a random digging, the roots of the mulberry tree were dug out again.

"Dad, who is old?" Gao Mingcheng asked.

People here are used to saying that dead people are old, and some people say that they have passed away, left or disappeared, and few people directly say that they are dead.

"It's the old lady of our big house. He's 93 years old. It's a happy funeral. When you go to the old village later, maybe you need to help." Gao Yuanjian said, and he came here to inform Gao Mingcheng.

The deceased was an elder in the same room, so he will definitely help when the time comes.

And that family also invited Gao Yuanjian to hold a funeral banquet. Gao Yuanjian had to give a menu according to the budget of the host family, and then prepare the dishes in advance.

"The old man is gone?" Gao Mingcheng's mind flashed the old man's voice and smile, and he felt a little emotional for a while.

The old man has a good temper and likes to talk about ancient times with people. When he was a child, he used to surround the old man and listen to him talk about ancient times and guess riddles.

It is said that the old man has also been educated, and his education level is not low.

"Well, there was nothing in my sleep, so it was free from illness and disaster, not bad. After the family woke up in the morning, they found that the person was gone. I don't know exactly when he left."

While the two were talking, the mulberry trees had already been dug out.

This time Gao Yuanjian personally chose a place for them, at the foot of the hillside that Gao Mingcheng reclaimed before, next to the citrus trees.

Gao Yuanjian looked at the small citrus trees and said, "If you want to plant more fruit trees, you have to go to Shimen Village to buy fruit seedlings. Most of the people in your uncle's village have contracted to plant fruit trees on the top of the mountain."

Gao Mingcheng grumbled, but he didn't really want to go to Shimen Village.

Mainly because he didn't want to see his uncle.

It is said that he is an uncle, and he is related by blood, but in fact, he has nothing to do with him, so it is better to be a stranger than to make people feel at ease.

When he went to Shimen Village to buy fruit seedlings, did he buy them at his uncle's house, or at someone else's house?
Anyway, it's not good, it's better to buy it elsewhere, it's easy to choose and bargain.

Gao Yuanjian saw Gao Mingcheng's reluctance, so he didn't say much.He felt that the uncle over there had a good life, and it would be good if Ming Cheng and the others got along well with the uncle over there.

After replanting the mulberry tree, the father and son went to the old man's house to see if there was anything that needed help.

Due to the particularity of the age and region, there was no special arrangement for the wedding, nor was there a special arrangement for the funeral.It's just that there is no request for cremation yet, so I have to go to the mountains to choose a cemetery and dig a grave.

Every household has its own cemetery. If someone in your family dies, they can only be buried in the mountains of your family, not random burials.

When Gao Mingcheng passed by, the old man's house was in a mess, and there were people everywhere, busy with the old man's funeral.

The old man is highly respected and is the oldest elder in Dafang. His death is a big event in the whole village.

Gao Mingcheng wanted to help, but because he was young, he couldn't do many things.

So after standing here for a while, I had to go home.

After returning home, seeing Duomi was still a little uneasy. Duomi walked to Gao Mingcheng's side and said anxiously: "Mingcheng, it's all my fault. I want to plant mulberry trees in front of the house..."

Gao Mingcheng laughed dumbly, and said: "Don't think so much, even if there is something unlucky, it's unlucky for our family, and it won't hurt others! The old man is dying, it's a happy funeral, don't think too much about it, Don't tell anyone about it."

There are many superstitious people in the village, and there are more talkative gossips.

Obviously it doesn't matter, don't really get involved at that time.

Duomei also knows the seriousness and dare not speak nonsense, but the whole person is not in a high mood, and obviously has some self-blame.

Gao Mingcheng is not good at comforting people, but he knows that as long as a person is busy, he will forget a lot of worries, so Gao Mingcheng asked Duomei to help him with a piece of bamboo strips.

If you want to weave a dustpan out of bamboo, you must first take a piece of bamboo as a spare.

In addition to thin bamboo strips, thicker bamboo slices are also needed to make the skeleton of the dustpan. First, arrange the skeleton, and then start weaving bamboo strips along the skeleton. After weaving a sufficient size from the middle and around the Weave up another three inches or so, and finish off.

With the busy work of the two, the prototype of a dustpan appeared.

Both Gao Mingcheng and Duomei can weave. Furthermore, most of the people in the village can weave, except for a few who are clumsy.

For weaving dustpans and bamboo baskets, in addition to bamboo strips, wicker can also be used. Wicker weaving will be smoother and less likely to be stabbed.

After weaving a large dustpan, there are still some materials left.

That being the case, there is no need to waste it, so I wove a smaller dustpan. These are things that can be used, and there are not too many.

(End of this chapter)