Bai Fumei in the 70’s - Chapter 137

Grandma Li divided the treasures in her family into three parts, one for grandchildren and one for her, and one for her. The copy of He Songbai was handed over to the granddaughter-in-law, who would take care of it. She said she took out a piece of paper and handed it to her grandson.

“I heard that my grandfather likes Jinshi playthings. This is the very precious Jinshi that your grandfather had bought from others.”

“Although they are not worth a few dollars now, they will slowly increase in value after a few years. After you dig it out, Grandma will help you choose one and let you take it back to the city of G.”

Speaking of here, she was a little sad. I don’t know how long the current lively can last. The grandson and granddaughter are both doing business, and it’s impossible to be stuck in the country.

Businessmen can’t avoid running around, which is similar to the situation when her husband and son gathered together. She looked at the youth in front of her, and grew from a quiet, inferiority complex to a man who can now stand alone.

Granny Li also realized that he was leaving her side too, just like the young eagle will one day leave the nest and spread her wings to fly to the blue sky and open up a new world.

He Songbai heard the old grandmother’s worries, he smiled and said: “Grandma, come with us.”

“Didn’t Granny said that she would teach my children by herself, Tang Tang and the sea still can’t speak now, Granny can be responsible for them.”

“You said, like teaching me, teach them…”

“Different from us going to G City, how do you teach Tang Tang and the sea? The development in G City is fast and the customs are very good. Lan Xiang and I have discussed to buy a house with a yard, which is more than enough for my grandma to live , Granny likes to raise chickens, let’s raise chickens, like to grow vegetables and grow vegetables, if you like to wake up and you can see the mountains, we live in the suburbs.”

He Songbai was full of longing and whispering about the future plan, and after listening to her, Li’s eyes were hot.

She murmured: “Yes, I promised you, to teach Tang Tang and the sea…Teach them Chinese language, arithmetic, painting…like teaching you.”

“I will teach them everything in my head.”

He Songbai squeezed the old grandmother’s dry, branch-like hands and looked at her with encouragement and warm eyes.

…

Soon, He Songbai took the “treasure map” given by the old grandmother and took people to dig the ancestral property. The brother-in-law was Li Dali and his friend Liang Tiezhu.

There are a total of five pictures given by Grandma, and the remaining three are not difficult to find. The hardest to find are the treasures buried in two places near Niujiao Mountain. The landslide that year destroyed this majestic mountain and destroyed the terraced fields that everyone worked diligently day and night. After the landslide, the peaks of the devastated and cracked spider webs have now turned around, and the pine wild grass has grown back at the cracks, and there is a thriving image in front of them. Looking at it again today, I have to sigh.

In particular, Li Dali suffered a life-and-death disaster here, but finally survived.

After they entered the mountain, they saw the coat of arms of the members who laid down a few years ago at the fork. These are the resting places of the victims who have lost their remains and disappeared completely.

One by one, the earth is overgrown with weeds, one year old and one withering. If there are very family members of the deceased who come to sweep the graves, I am afraid that they can grow half as tall.

The three of He Songbai stared for a long time, bowed and toasted, and then carefully walked up the mountain from this curved road. The mountain range of Niujiao Mountain is huge. What collapsed at that time was only the part of the reclaimed terrace on the mountainside. It has a main peak and two companion peaks.

He Songbai carefully explored the terrain and found points along the map given by Granny. He recalled the grass and trees of Niujiao Mountain in the past, and compared with the changed environment today, it took a long time to draw out the most likely burial points.

He Songbai said: “After the reform of the land system, the village now has a contracted mountain. I have to contract this mountain.”

“There are also hills buried with our ancestors.”

“We have time to dig slowly.”

Liang Tiezhu patted his head, “My dear, how much do you have to pay for these hills, can Bo Ge’s baby be worth the money?”

He hasn’t mixed with his brother like Li Zhong in recent years, so I don’t know how the brother is mixing now. After the reunion today, I heard his brother’s tone at first glance.

But Liang Tiezhu remembered his face that had been swollen many years ago, and now he was numb after hearing what he said. The couple are unexpectedly capable, and Liang Tiezhu only needs blind obedience.

Li Dali has not left the village in recent years. Although the People’s Commune has disappeared, his captain’s title has survived.

However, because he led the members to press the red handprint, and made a fortune to promote the family contract system, the status of the members could not be shaken. He was elected as the village chief of Hezitun by his real name a year ago.

He lighted a cigarette and said in a steady and steady manner: “I have also stamped the contract for the contract. This mountain belongs to collective property. Then I will open a collective auction and go through the process.”

He Songbai probed the changed treasure point of Niujiao Mountain, and stepped on several others. When the old landowner of the He family buried his ancestors in that year, he only had to find the right place. Come out baby.

He Songbai found another mountain treasure spot. The three of his team said they would do it. They dug a dozen pits and spent a whole day digging out two treasures.

Liang Tiezhu is holding a half-height box. If he hadn’t been struggling with his arm strength for cooking in recent years, I’m afraid he couldn’t lift this big box.

He glared and asked He Songbai: “Can you open it and let me see the world.”

He Songbai answered happily.

Tie Zhuer rubbed his hand and lifted the axe to slash the lock. After a bit of sparks, he blew into the box and lifted it up with a big palm. Inside is a thick box of straw covered with a whole box of ash.

The golden eyes and the gleaming darlings did not exist. The eyes of them were a pile of black ash and rotten straw. Anyone who sees this pile of things will not think there is a baby.

Tie Zhuer chuckled.

Li Dali went down with his hand and touched a stone with a big fist, which was mixed with charcoal to form a charcoal stone. He wiped it with his clothes, washed it with water, and gradually made a little outline.

The night will be dark, and the beautiful jade of the dust will show a corner. The flashing sheep fat jade alone is enough to make Tie Zhuer’s eyes sharp. Although jade and jade are not worth much, the top-quality goods of this color and luster are popular in any era, and they are priceless.

He quickly closed the box and his heart jumped, “It’s really a baby!”

He Songbai said immediately: “When the sky is dark, let’s carry the box down the mountain.”

…

Zhao Lanxiang did not eat the dinner her husband made this day, the dinner was made by the elder sister.

The elder sister’s craftsmanship is very general, not even half of the captain’s craftsmanship. But Zhao Lanxiang also ate very deliciously, because she was accompanied by her mother.

Feng Lian used her experience to raise two children, taught her how to take the children, and gave her a way to stop the evil. Tang Tang didn’t like strangers at first, but when she met Feng Lian, who was gentle and very friendly, she didn’t cry anymore.

Feng Lian hugged his grandson’s daughter while he was eating, and all his heart and soul were melted by this tender little ball.

She pointed to Tang Tang’s pink lips that were moistened with saliva. “Both of them look like you, they look more and more like each other.”

The kindness of Feng Lian’s grandmother was full and full of these two babies. She frowned at her grandchildren and complained: “I don’t know where Bo Geer went.”

“Tangtang has been crying all day.”

Zhao Lanxiang couldn’t help laughing, “Yes, Tang Tang is the most sticky except the sea, followed by her father.”

The old grandmother only implicitly revealed that there was something wrong with Brother Ge and Li Dali, and may not come back to dinner tonight. After everyone had finished their meal, Zhao Lanxiang had to warm the meal in the pot and let the two come back to eat.

After the rest of the night, she heard a slight footstep.

Zhao Lanxiang got up and opened the door. He Songbai returned in a thick night. The jacket he wore in the fall took off and wiped a lot of sweat.

In the night, he put a big bite box in his hand on the ground and eased it away.

There was a hint of lightness and pride in the man’s low, hoarse voice, “Xiangxiang, turn on the light–”

In fact, when the treasure in the rotten wood box was installed, it was not necessary to turn on the electric light. The faint oil lamp in Zhao Lanxiang’s hand reflected it, which made people breathe and suffocated tightly.

The moment the box was fully opened, the light was dazzling, so beautiful.

The box is full of gold, silver and jade. The exquisite silverware refracts the dazzling luster and emits sparkling cold light. The white jade is shining and moist, the oil lamp is close to it, and the vague ancient characters are engraved on it. Here comes the engraving “Zui Rui He Xiang” on the large, round poetic wall; gilt gilded gold objects, dragon and phoenix wares and enamels inlaid with gorgeous and rich gems, etc.

There are also the life-like Wolian Guanyin engraved by Tian Ziyu, the white jade carving of the Qing Dynasty, the double dragon and pearl beads, and the jade carving of Xiyuan Yaji…

Why did Zhao Lanxiang recognize them so quickly.

Because in the last life, the old men’s collections have all their figures, but apparently many ancestral babies have been lost that year, and they cannot be returned. Now what was reflected in her eyes was the original babies of the He family.

She picked up a jade jade and came out and kissed it softly.

“Brother Ge, did you dig your ancestral family property?”

He Songbai nodded, he wiped the sweat on his forehead, “Grandma said to pick a few things for us to give to Dad, Dad, he likes this kind of collectibles best.”

Zhao Lanxiang heard the words, and his heart was mixed, and his eyes gradually became red.

She said, “Grandma always remembers us.”

“After worrying about this and that, she remembers her father’s hobbies.”

In fact, the old grandmother who had been poor for half of her life had no other objects besides these hot goods that were “worthless” in her eyes. She took out all the most valuable things and gave them to them without hesitation, not afraid to be old and helpless after dividing the baby.

Generosity and generosity, friendship will always be more precious than money in the eyes of the elderly.

“She’s so kind to us…”

He Songbai touched the corner of his wife’s red eyes and comforted softly: “Don’t cry, you can’t cry in confinement.”

“Let’s remember my grandmother’s goodness, it would be nice to honor her old man twice in the future.”

Zhao Lanxiang snorted loudly.

Early the next morning, He Songbai raised the golden stone jade he dug last night to the old grandmother’s house. Although the amount of these things is quite large, but most of them are small objects, they are exquisite and small, so they don’t occupy space.

Auntie Li touched these familiar things, and it seemed that a scene and a scene of the old house of the He family appeared in front of her. What kind of things were left where she could even remember clearly.

The word engraved on this finger ring was touched by her lover all year round, and the handwriting gradually became round and fuzzy.

That enamel was missing a mouth. In fact, she lost her temper one year and knocked it on the ground.

Even the name of the ancestor engraved under a golden bean made the old lady Li tears. She touched it for a long time, and took out two of the most valuable jade carvings Guanyin and white jade carving Shuanglong catching beads bottles.

“You will bring these two items to your relatives, he will be very happy.”

“The rest of you keep it as a collectible, and you can spend it later to make some other investment later, and you can live a better life.”

In the past, He Songbai may still have the idea of ​​monetizing his ancestry, but today he saw the attachment of the old grandmother in a pair of old eyes. He Songbai decided to save them all, leaving Tang Tang and the sea one by one. , Zuzu passed down from generation to generation.

He showed his white teeth, “When the hundred-day liquor at home is finished, let’s go back to the city.”

…

Almost everyone in the village was looking forward to the Hundred Days of the He family. The roast suckling pig and the whole pig banquet made by the chef Liang Tiezhu who personally packed the banquet for the last time hooked out the greedy insects in the belly of the village.

That three days and three nights did not dissipate the meat, and it smelled deep into the bone marrow. After eating the wine and meat of the He family, it is a memory that I will never forget.

On the day when the He family posed for a hundred-day banquet, a village was laid out, and all the villagers came to eat the wine of the He family. The pavilion is particularly large, and He Songbai believes that this is the last time he has held a hundred-day banquet in his life, and he has two babies in one breath.

Liang Tiezhu has also riveted enough to use all the essence he has learned in recent years.

On the pig farm, nine heads of pigs were pulled over, meaning a long time. The pig master killed three heads every day to make wine. Chickens, ducks, poultry, live shrimp, crabs, fresh fish and so on.

Liang Tiezhu moved the “Song Lan” platoons to the countryside. The food for the 100-day banquet was delicious and rich, which made everyone in the village happy.

On the day of the hundred-day banquet, the local custom was called “Cengdeng”, burning incense to worship the land of the mountain gods and setting off firecrackers to celebrate. .

Zhao Lanxiang wore a red coat and hugged the sea, kissing gently.

“Mother’s baby, your father prayed for your blessing today, and hope that the rest of your life will be smooth and healthy.”

He Songbai hugged her daughter, Tang Tong, who had been full of a hundred days, had a tender and smooth face, and was wrapped like a soup bag.

She was wearing a little red felt hat, and she looked very foreign.

She grabbed He Songbai’s clothes with excitement, babbling drooling. The whole body resembled twisted sugar, restless.

Zhao Lanxiang said: “Sometimes I think they reversed their genders. The sea is as quiet as a girl, and Tang Tang is overbearing like a kid.”

He Songbai sadly placed her daughter on her arm and asked her to look around her curious places. “No, girls are more lively and more lovable.”

“Look at yourself, did you play naughty as a kid.”

He Songbai said that both of them remembered the childhood memories that they had returned from the city on bicycles many years ago and shared on the way.

Zhao Lanxiang’s rebellion is buried in his bones, smart and mischievous, and often Yang Fengyin violates what he likes. Singing forbidden songs, forbidden. The book is still in love, and the bad spots are scarce.

And He Songbai was a kid who was pressed by grandma to learn culture, and he faced the picture of fat pigs in the brigade year after year. Down.

Zhao Lanxiang laughed with a sneer, and said cheerfully: “It seems to be true, Tang Tang is like me.”

“But I hope that the sea is not like you. It’s so honest, it’s a good life.”

The latter part of her voice was so soft that it almost drowned in the wind, so light that He Songbai seemed to hear the illusion.

“Is it bitter? It’s not bitter at all. I’m having a fun life now, and I’m looking forward to life.” The man said energetically.

In front of Zhao Lanxiang appeared the thin man who had been suffering for most of his life, and he gently stroked her hair under the old oak tree which symbolized life.

Advise her to go back.

Back to “his” side.

He Songbai is both him but not him. Everything He Songbai has today is probably the most complete look he could have imagined in his heart. He hoped that He Songbai would continue to be good, he let her go back.

Zhao Lanxiang gradually contained the tears of forbearance. The moment she lowered her head, her eyes blinked, and the warm tears flowed to the cheeks of the sea.

The sea giggled wildly, with a shallow pear vortex on his cheek, like his mother’s feet.

Zhao Lanxiang said: “The wind is strong, please take the baby back.”

“My eyes are in the sand.”

…

After the hundred-day banquet, He Songbai and his party packed up their bags and prepared to set off for the city of G. Feng Lian and Xiao Huzi happened to follow them home.

Accompanied by Li Apo, Sanya, Sister, Li Dali. Granny’s kind face smiled.

She asked Sanya: “I’m going to school in city G. Did you say goodbye to your former classmates?”

He Songzhi nodded vigorously, she clenched her little schoolbag, “Where Grandma goes, I will go, my favorite is Grandma!”

Grandma Li stroked the child’s hairy head, and she asked her grandson to sort out her debris and send it to G city. The old man’s heavy books occupy a large box, but the clothes are pitifully scarce. She herself is enough to change clothes two or three times a year from beginning to end. Hardworking and frugal, it seems that it is indeed used to a hard life.

When He Songbai sorted out the old grandmother’s pile of waste paper drafts, the whole person was stunned.

He said: “In the past, we don’t have to piggyback on anything we graffiti.”

Grandma mumbled and said, “These are babies, how can you not take them?”

“I don’t know if I have a chance to come back for a second time.”

He Songbai heard that, bearing the shame, he inserted his grandmother’s manuscripts and his pig comic strips, and packed them to the post office to weigh a full thirty kilograms. Many of these old books were gradually dug out of the ground after the reform and opening up, and this was originally the heart of the elderly.

After the train day and night, they soon came to the city of g. The first thing for He Songbai was to go to the hospital and change the grandmother’s wheelchair to a more labor-saving machine.

Back in the city of G, he started to throw away the company that had been thrown for more than half a year, and he was too busy to spend. When he returned home every night, he could see his grandmother holding Tang Tang and reading foreign poems.

The old grandmother coaxed two little dolls by the bed to read the fairy tale before bed.

Days pass by day by day, the years are like a shuttle, the old man’s hair is getting thinner, but his spirit is still hale. She could pull the toddler sea in a wheelchair and encourage him to stand up and walk.

She squeezed Tang Tang’s hand and taught Tang Tang to graffiti.

The bright sun shone on the old man’s body, warm and warm, the wrinkles on her face were gentler than the sun, and the baby kissed her face drool unexpectedly. That gully smiled and blossomed.

One day, Tang Tang and the sea went to primary school. He Songbai travelled long distance back home early in the morning, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Zhao Lanxiang poured him a glass of water, stared at him after eating breakfast, and spoke lightly to him to take a walk in the university.

The big and clean campus is full of greenery, and the voice of the new students’ morning reading is faintly audible. Zhao Lanxiang took him into a large classroom, He Songbai sat behind a dark head.

Suddenly he saw a figure, and after confirming who he was, his eyes began to blur, and his lips gradually rolled up.

His old grandmother sat in a wheelchair and slid in slowly from the door. Her voice was kind and gentle: “Good morning, classmates.”

The previously restless classroom suddenly fell silent, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Zhao Lanxiang whispered to He Songbai: “They like Granny, and Granny teaches math very well.”

“Did you know that at first you felt troublesome, and the pile of waste paper that was particularly disgusted was sandwiched by Granny’s previous research. Last year it was seen by Gu Gong who came to our house, and Gu Gong sorted out Granny’s papers and sent them to academic journal , Causing a sensation.”

“Look, my grandma was delayed by the three of you who brought us two stink boys.”

He Songbai was so shocked that when he was surprised, he recalled that the old grandmother had tears many years ago, but still insisted on writing broken symbols for painting. He did not expect to become a valuable thing after many years, but also let her stand on it. The podium glowed again.

“Hush-don’t say it, let’s listen to the mathematics class that Granny took.” Zhao Lanxiang said.

The author has something to say: *

Bo Geer: Granny was dragged down by the five of us.

I’m guilty.

I confess.

Granny: “…”

Stupid grandson.

The story of Lan Xiang and Bo Ge comes to an end here.

Next is the elder sister and elder brother-in-law, and Lan Xiang’s previous life, which one do you want to see first?

In addition, there are alternatives such as Fanwai Tangtang who grew up in the sea, Jiang Jianjun, Tang Qing, and Granny when she was young.

You choose first, I will not write another, hahaha.

The lifeless monarch ran away with the lid.