Dalizi, in her thirties, grew up stupid. His father died early, his brother and sister went to the city to settle down, and the two of them still lived in the old house in the countryside. Returning home in the second year of junior high school to visit the New Year, the road is congested, and it is not easy

Dalizi, in her thirties, grew up stupid. His father died early, his brother and sister went to the city to settle down, and the two of them still lived in the old house in the countryside.

Returning home for the New Year in the second year of junior high school, the road was congested, and it was difficult to get out of the city. Once in the countryside, the road is sparsely populated and can be passed at will. Looking up, there are idle empty houses everywhere, decadent and dilapidated, overgrown with weeds in front of the village and behind the village, and the trees grow wildly, which makes people feel desolate when they see it.

Going into the village for a circle, not to mention young people, even the elderly are rare. While walking and looking, I suddenly saw a figure appear on the road ahead, and I found that it was Dalizi. It may be that his brother and sister came back years ago to help him clean up, and saw that his hair and beard were trimmed, and his clothes were not too dirty.

I lowered the car window and greeted him, and when Dalizi saw that it was me, she was very excited and ran after me. Seeing this, I quickly pulled over and came down to meet him. He called my nickname and laughed. I took a pack of cigarettes from the car and gave it to him, and I found him holding a stack of "hundred yuan bills" in his hand. I was weird and busy trying to see it. Dalizi didn't say a word and handed it to me. As soon as I picked it up, I suddenly felt funny, it turned out that the "hundred yuan bill" was actually a dark coin. Except for a few beautifully printed and shaped like real banknotes, the others are relatively rough.

I asked him to throw away the paper money, Dalizi usually believed my words, but this time he was twelve points reluctant, pointing out and telling me that this money was picked up by him at the intersection of the west road of the village and wanted to take it home and give it to his mother. After saying that, he took out a few stacks from his clothes and showed them to me, and it was obvious that they were lost when the villagers burned paper for their ancestors a few years ago.

I followed Dalizi to his house, and Dalizi's mother was very happy to see me, and was busy greeting me to sit down. Although she is over sixty years old, she is in good health, but her mind is not very bright.

She took the coins that Dalizi had picked up, picked out a few exquisite pieces and put them in the cabinet, and the rest, she knew that it was not true, so she casually threw them on the bed.

I told her that these banknotes were all paper money for the grave and could not be used. Dali Zi's mother didn't seem to believe it, and how many times she took it out and looked at it over and over again, she also refused to let go.

So, I took out a hundred yuan note for her to compare, Dali's mother finally saw the true and false, muttering in her mouth, and did not know what to say?

I looked around the room and saw that there were piles of debris everywhere, the dishes on the table were not washed, and the Chinese New Year's Eve rice left with clear soup and water did not seem to be rich. I asked My aunt to put away the hundred yuan I gave, so I could go and buy some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Dali's mother did not refuse, nodded and put it into her pocket. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I asked her to take out the cupboard and the money on the bed and burn it.

Dalizi's mother knew that I had not deceived her, so she found all the paper money, and Dalizi carried the paper money to the intersection and lit the paper money with the cigarette I gave him. I watched the coin turn to ashes before getting in the car and leaving.