Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 248 Whose Tomb

People, once they reach [-], it is tantamount to becoming a child again. Eat what you can eat, and you have to rely on what you can't eat. This is one of the old man Mao Dazhu's bamboo words.

So when his wife snatched his pair of chopsticks early in the morning and took them to the leftover Mao-style buckwheat at home last night, Mao Dazhu immediately slapped them with a "slap", took back the chopsticks, and put the piece in the In his eyes, he stuffed pork belly like a fairy from heaven into his mouth.

It was oily and fat, and the intestines were about to be knotted after one bite. At the same time, Mao Dazhu was intoxicated, and said to his staring wife: "Don't let me eat? I was gouged out last night. , Eat meat to supplement meat. I am afraid that I can only meet such a good black wisteria mat once in my life, so I was defeated by Lao Yu."

Last night, after seeing off Xiao Xian, Mao Dazhu was in the nursing home, eagerly waiting for Lao Yu to come back.

The man came back, but the mat that was tucked under his hand and went out with him was gone.When I asked, it was given away.

Who did you really send it to?Lao Yu also gave him a blank stare, which clearly meant, "I can give it to whoever I like, it's none of your business."

Such a look, Mao Dazhu is so familiar, thinking of his dead ghost junior brother, Bai Juyi gave him that look from time to time.

That year, he heard that the old man Bai had planted some top-quality cantaloupe, and he left a mouthful of cantaloupe and came to the door. The old man was lucky, and said that the ripe melon was given away, and he really wanted to eat it. Remember to hurry up next time.

One is like this, two are still like this, his life has been wasted in the hands of these white old men and Yu old men.

The so-called turning grief and anger into appetite, it's no wonder that Mao Dazhu wants to eat fat to relieve his greasy when he wakes up in the morning.

Just feeling emotional, he wanted to pinch his chopsticks to the last piece of braised meat on the plate again.

Two "meat finger chopsticks" fell from Mao Dazhu's eyes onto the plate, and the meat went into his grandson's mouth in a blink of an eye.

Mao Yi was holding a basketball in his hand, and swallowed the meat in two or three bites, "Grandpa, you are already three high, eat less, and don't make grandma angry."

"You kid, you even snatch what grandpa likes to eat, you're such a white-eyed wolf, remembering how much delicious food grandpa saved for you when you were young," Mao Dazhu held his chopsticks, spit flying all over the place.

"Master, forget it, tell me about your childhood? Don't think I don't know. The neighbor's aunt brought me a mango from Hainan. I didn't want to eat it. I buried it in the soil and planned to plant a mango tree. In a blink of an eye He just poached my mangoes and ate them, and even lied to me that the wild dogs outside took them away while digging up the bones." Mao Yi didn't know the slightest bit about his grandfather's virtues.

When Mao Dazhu heard this, his old face couldn't hold back any longer, and he said, "Mango is very angry, and it's not good for children to eat. Didn't you go to some summer practice? You get up earlier than the rooster every day, and come back later than the owl. Today It's rare."

"Today is the weekend, and the gods have to rest. I have an appointment with someone to practice, and I will let you know that Xiaoxian called just now and asked you to put on your reading glasses and go to the nursing home for a mat inspection," Mao Yi rubbed After wiping his greasy hands, eating a piece of fat, he was full of strength.

"Oh, I see." After a while, when Mao Yi walked out of the courtyard, Mao Dazhu shouted, "When do I need to wear reading glasses!"

Having said that, Mao Dazhu still went to the nursing home, and Xiaoxian really made a mat?It is an exaggeration to say that it is a mat. The black wisteria she brought back last night can at most weave a guaranteed pillow mat. Let alone the nonsense, Xiao Xian can still remember the mat weaving skills he taught. How many.

Not long after Mao Dazhu arrived at the nursing home, Xiaoxian came to the nursing home familiarly.

On weekends, there are many people who come to visit the old people in the old people's yard, so Xiaoxian finally caught an opportunity and invited Mao Dazhu to the corner.

"Where's the mat?" Mao Dazhu didn't expect Xiao Xian to weave any good mats, but the enthusiasm of the young people couldn't be dampened.

"I brought it," Xiaoxian patted the mat in his hand, and when he went out, considering the [-]% return rate of the mat, Xiaoxian and Grandma Zeng borrowed two cloth bags with Mulan swords, and went up and down It was covered with a knot in the middle, and when it was lying on the bus, it attracted the driver's attention for a long time, "However, can you take the mat to Mr. Yu to have a look?"

Looking at the mat was an excuse, Xiaoxian wanted to inquire again, Zhu Shijun tried his best to downplay the role of the party constitution on the phone, but when he left Gecun, he was able to put the passbook and the party constitution together, and handed over the party constitution so solemnly. When it was in my hands, there must be a reason for the change of grandfather's attitude two times before and after.

Xiao Xian guessed that when the old man sent her out of Gecun, he was worried about his little granddaughter's BJ trip.But after coming to BJ, his worries disappeared as Xiaoxian's life gradually got on the right track.He didn't want to bring any changes to Xiaoxian's life and study because of past events and people.

"Don't you think that the mat weaving for the first time can catch Lao Yu's eyes. Xiaoxian, you have to be down-to-earth, you have to eat every bite, and you have to walk step by step. Old Yu's latrine stone I heard that I was a picky person back then, but now I am old, and my pickiness is not old. Let me have a look at the mat first. If it is barely qualified, I will license you to hang it in the store to sell. Master I promise you, as long as the mats you weave can be sold, I won't even charge the cost, and all the money will belong to you, how about it?" Mao Dazhu patted his chest and promised, isn't it, so as not to let other children say it to the outside world? , her uncle asked her to work as a free worker for a summer vacation, without any benefits.Anyway, a broken mat costs only a few tens of dollars at best.

"That's what you said, and you still care about the material money?" Xiao Xian blinked his starry eyes, and Mao Dazhu nodded majestically.

"But I still want Uncle Yu to take a look together. How can he tell me about my shortcomings in weaving mats?" Xiao Xian didn't give up.

"Don't rush around. Today is the middle of the month. If the middle of the month happens to be a weekend, Lao Yu's filial son will send him to worship his wife. Today is the middle of the month plus the weekend." Mao Dazhu's appetite was whetted several times, but he couldn't wait any longer, so he unceremoniously tore off the cloth cover that Xiaoxian had wrapped on the mat.

The cloth cover fell to the ground, and Mao Dazhu's eyeballs almost popped out of the frame. Is this the mat woven by Xiaoxian?Mao Dazhu swore that he would never care about the mats woven by Lao Yu again.

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Most of the people in the nursing home know about Yu Shanyang's habit of visiting his wife's grave in mid-month.

But no one knew that Yu Shanyang would go to another cemetery after sweeping his wife's grave every time, to sweep another tombstone.

Also prepare joss sticks, ingots, flowers and fruits.

Every time Yu Shanyang paid homage to the tomb, he would stand in front of the tombstone for several hours.

Yu Gang accompanied his father and stood in front of the tombstone. All he knew was that this tombstone was the tombstone of his father's friend's wife.Because of special reasons, it was difficult for that friend to come back to worship his wife, so he entrusted his father to come to worship once a month.

Every time he prayed, his father's mood would be very strange.

Yu Gang, like many people who knew Yu Shanyang, thought he was a typical old-fashioned civil servant.After staying in the officialdom for a long time, there is a mask on his face, and his words and deeds are not affected by his mood, or even outside interference.

But every time he visited the grave, my father would close his eyes and sigh deeply.That sigh was long and long.

Guilt and remorse are the drops of water that constantly erode Yu Shanyang's heart of stone.It has lasted for years, day after day, more than 2000 days and nights.Yu Shanyang's rock heart, which has been honed in officialdom for a long time, is already riddled with holes.

After that incident, Zhu Shijun was told that he would be sent to an unknown mountainous area in Guizhou under the name of parole for medical treatment. After the incident, the only and last time he contacted Yu Shanyang through the prison.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Yu Shanyang, who had already lost his flesh and soul in the officialdom, sat opposite Zhu Shijun, unable to look up at him.

Once upon a time, they were each other's most powerful competitors. Once upon a time, they cooperated seamlessly and drank freely between glasses of wine.

"I'm going to take my little granddaughter with me," Zhu Shijun said calmly at that time.

"Okay," said the little girl who lost her parents. Instead of staying in the right and wrong place of BJ, she might as well hide in the green mountains and green waters.

"My wife's grave, please sweep it for me once in a while," his request was reasonable.

"Success," the two who also lost their wives understood each other's thoughts.People have already gone, but the handful of loess in front of the tomb still needs to be added.

"This party constitution is the only pastime I was allowed to bring into the prison. I'm leaving now. You who went to the Central Party School with me back then should also leave a name on it. Remember, the names of the three of you, Not one can be left behind." That sentence was Zhu Shijun's real request, and it was also the last bargaining chip he left behind.

"This request." Although Yu Shanyang remembered everything Zhu Shijun said at that time, he couldn't remember how he felt when he signed his name.

"I always walk by the river, and there is no one who does not get wet shoes. I want to use the names of the three of you to protect my little granddaughter for the rest of her life. You know this." That was the last sentence Zhu Shijun said to him. talk.

"Okay", Yu Shanyang took the party constitution and wrote his name.

Later, Yu Shanyang saw Zhu Shijun's granddaughter, she was an ignorant child, with traces of being overly pampered by her family in her eyes and face.The little girl's face has not had time to bring the pain of losing her parents.When she saw her grandfather wearing handcuffs, she was still playing around asking him to hug her. That little girl must be more than ten years old now.

With his willful little granddaughter, Zhu Shijun's life in devolution will undoubtedly be very difficult.But no matter how difficult it is, as long as their grandfather and grandson stay in Guizhou forever, they will be able to live their lives without worry.

"Dad, it's time to go back," Yu Gang watched his father become emotional again, and reminded him that he should go back to the nursing home for fear that he would be hurt.

Yu Shanyang bowed in front of the grave, bent his back and left the cemetery with Yu Gang.

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Thank you "hai518ren", "Swinging Ripples", and "Dawaram" for the finale pink tickets last month~
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