World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 1007 The New Grave
"Congratulations, little brother, for buying my meat, it's so fresh!"

"I have more than half of the pig here, enough for you to share!"

"..."

I took Lu Cenyin and walked around in front of the meat stall with a smile. I turned to Xiaozhu and said, "Sister, you are going to be an aunt soon. You decide which one to buy!"

Xiaozhu scratched his head and pointed to the butcher's shop with the fork-bar owner: "Buy his shop! It looks clean! There are flies flying around the meat!"

The butcher boss was so happy that he took the fork and swept the pork again: "Yes, yes! My meat is fresh and clean!"

I slapped a wad of money on the chopping board: "Brother, I'm happy today. I don't need any change. Let's share the meat with everyone!"

At that time, the price of pork was five or six yuan per pound.

A 1000-jin pig can only be sold for a little over [-].

Two-thirds of the pig is left.

But the pile of money contained about four thousand yuan.

The boss's eyes widened.

"Hurry up and split the meat!"

The passengers were all rural people from nearby villages. They were so happy that they all gathered around.

The boss began to hurriedly distribute the meat to everyone according to the number of people.

I said angrily: "I'll go! Don't cut off the pig's head! Give me the whole head. I want to take it back to honor my ancestors and thank them for their blessing!"

The boss stabbed me a few times and gave me a big pig's head.

I quickly put it in a bag.

Lu Cenyin said: "Boss, why don't you sell your broken leather whip to me to catch flies? It's too hot in the car, so I can't be dirty!"

The boss had no time at all and said with a smile: "Take it, take it! I don't want your money! Who wants pork belly..."

After a lively event.

Everyone got on the bus happily.

There are reader comments.

The so-called picking up leaks is actually a big liar and not kind.

Words cannot be said that way.

To use an inappropriate analogy, the logic of missing out is actually like buying lottery tickets at a lottery station, and the boss who sells the lottery tickets. In theory, all the lottery tickets before they are sold, even if there are millions of grand prizes in them, all belong to him. If he knew that one of the lottery tickets was bound to win, do you think he would still sell it?

The answer is no.

If a lottery buyer has Sun Wukong's piercing eyes and sees a certain lottery ticket that is sure to win, and someone buys it, or persuades the boss to give him this lottery ticket, can this thing be called cheating?
The answer is no.

We headed towards Heike Mountain amid the car-load of pork smell and flattering congratulations.

More than two o'clock in the afternoon.

We arrived at Hengjiashan.

It turned out that there was no car to go to Malantou Village, so we had to take an ox cart.

A few of us carried big pig heads and tonics and hired an ox cart to go there.

Xiaozhu became silent at first, his expression mixed with nervousness, expectation, and uneasiness...

Lu Cenyin comforted her: "It's okay, you will have more people to worry about in the world from now on! If you want to follow your brother, you should always work for this stupid and stupid boss, and he will not treat him badly anyway. you."

When Xiaozhu heard this, he burst into laughter.

It was already evening when we arrived at Malantou Village.

The address given by Mr. Cui ends here. All that is left is a name, Qiao Dajiang.

He is Xiaozhu's father.

We finally know her real name, Qiao Xiaozhu.

The village is not big.

It's easy to find people.We came to the small shop at the entrance of the village.

There were five or six men in the small shop playing cards and making money.

I walked over and handed a cigarette to the young man who was standing by watching others playing cards: "Brother, may I ask how to get to Qiao Dajiang's house?"

Hearing this, the young man took the cigarette and looked at us several times with an expression that looked like a spy: "Why are you looking for his house?"

I wondered if I didn't have enough cigarettes, so I quickly stuffed a pack into his pocket and shook the gift in my hand: "We are distant relatives of Qiao Dajiang. We haven't been in contact with each other for a long time. Come and see him today."

As soon as this word comes out.

All the card players turned their heads and looked at us with great curiosity.

Since then.

They turned back to playing cards.

The young man frowned and said, "Relatives? Judging from your dress, you are from the city, right?"

I quickly said: "Suburban suburbs."

The young man snorted coldly: "Is it just Qiao Dajiang who has relatives? Don't laugh to death!"

I'm wondering what's going on?

Is it possible that Qiao Dajiang is the popular Jitaro in this village?
I simply gave him 200 yuan.

"Brother, please take me to find him."

When the young man saw the money, he picked up the clothes hanging nearby, put them on, and said to us: "Come with me!"

A few of us followed the young man.

The village is not big, with about thirty or forty families living in it. The houses are all made of rammed earth and look relatively poor.

We walked on the road paved with small bluestones, turning and passing through alleys.

Lu Cenyin has been holding Xiaozhu's hand.

It took about twenty minutes to walk.

I saw that everyone had already left the village.

The young man is still leading the way.

I asked: "Brother, doesn't Qiao Dajiang live in the village?"

The young man replied: "How can he live in the village? It's not far ahead!"

Continue to move forward in a muffled voice.

When we came to the edge of a small mountain col, there was a small stream next to it. There was a stone arch bridge on the stream, and there were weeds beside the bridge.

I thought I was going to cross a bridge.

But the young man stopped and pointed to a new grave on the edge of the hill.

"Qiao Dajiang is here!"

died? !
The tomb had just been erected and was very simple. The pile of earth was in a mess. The tombstone was a broken wooden sign with three big characters "Qiao Dajiang" crookedly written on it. The date of erection of the tomb written next to it was half a month ago.

Xiaozhu was stunned, looking at the grave with an extremely complicated expression.

"He died of illness half a month ago! If you have anything to say, tell him now!"

I looked at the young man's careless look and felt a little angry.

Because what Lu Cenyin and I had imagined before was that after Xiaozhu entered the house, even if a relative in the family had passed away, the family members would recognize each other, tell each other about the past, and their eyes would be full of tears and filled with the warmth of home, which would always make this girl a different person. Gotta be happy.

It had a strong sense of ritual.

This guy ruined everything.

"Little brother, you told us that Qiao Dajiang passed away, couldn't you just take us to find his wife and son? Why did you trick us into taking such a long way to see the grave?"

Hearing this, the young man looked very dissatisfied: "Fuck! Did I lie to you?! I am the son of that damn Qiao Dajiang! When did my family have relatives like you?!"

(End of this chapter)