Honggeng's mother said that her son wanted to go to the town to buy a house, and immediately agreed. Hong Geng said that on the weekend, Red Leaves would take the whole family to the town to see the house. This Xinglong town is some origin, once upon a time just a broken temple standing in the wilderness, the local people called the temple field, legend has it that the eldest son of Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty was chased and killed by the younger brother who succeeded to the throne as the emperor, had fled here, when the chasing soldiers were eager, he ran into this broken temple, hid behind the Bodhisattva, when the pursuers came to see the house full of cobwebs, the ground was covered with dust, there were no footprints; It turned out that the Bodhisattva saved him, so he stayed here, thinking that it was the will of heaven, and paid for the overhaul of this temple, and molded the golden body of the Bodhisattva, and then there was an endless stream of people burning incense. People built houses and began to have children, and soon after his arrival, the place became prosperous and formed the town it is today. After his death, people learned that he was a royal family, so the town was named Xinglong Town. Backed by rolling hills, facing the vast river, this small river is a tributary of the Jialing River, there is a ship wharf, every year except for the dry season in December, there are boats on the river, most of them are cargo ships. Now the government is paying for the excavation of the reservoir built in the 60s of the 20th century at the foot of the Red family to communicate with the river. An ancient road in the town connects it to the outside world. Now the town has already built a large highway that extends in all directions. The ancient road has gone through vicissitudes and winds through the mountains and forests, as if it has disappeared in people's memory. The house bought by the Hong family is on the edge of this ancient road. The bluestone slab old street of the ancient town is suitable for its width and narrowness, the scattered houses on both sides, the courtyard houses of the vicissitudes of time, and the mottled and detached court. The stone gate of the old courtyard at the crossroads still stands a pair of stone lions that are old and majestic. At the end of the town, there is a huge open space with a two-story theater left over from the Qing Dynasty, and the wooden pillars of the cloister are all carved with dragons and phoenixes. The ancient trees on the ground are green. A large area of wooden houses with fences was built by modern people on the empty dam, and I don't know who opened the teahouse, playing mahjong inside, listening to opera and singing outside, and making noise inside and out. At this time, it is the weekend, and it is even more lively, those who come from the city to step on the spring can sit in the teahouse and enjoy the play, and the ticket holders on the stage who don't know where are they are singing "The Edge of the Cabinet".
On the weekend, Hong Geng and his family were smiling and walked all the way to town. In front of the house, a laneway less than three meters wide separates the town on both sides, and the laneway leads to the ancient road. Hong Geng's house is on the left side of the alley, a two-story sandwich wall house; the doors and windows under the eaves are all new wood that have been replaced in recent years, there is a small courtyard, green trees and vines are entwined in the mottled lime wall, and there are antique yellow cypress trees in the yard, which are very old and close to exhaustion, the branches are desolate, and the broken branches are small pieces of old yellow leaves swaying in the wind.
"This yellow cypress tree is not good, maybe this is why I sold this house. When we were dolls, we heard the old man say that on the left side of this ancient road are all scholarly families, and on the right side live large families. Our room is on the left, there was a feng shui gentleman named Luo Xiaoxian who lived before, and when he repaired the reservoir, he carried an iron plate in his sack pocket and walked up and down...... The Cultural Revolution was coaxed down by the rebels, saying that he was a feudal superstition, and in the first two years of reform and opening up, these did not arise again, and some people asked him to go out of the mountains, saying that he had already gone to his son's house in the United States to retire. This old mansion is his family's ancestral business, and it may be sold to someone else. ”
The red mother hurriedly frowned and said.
"There's a hole in this tree, it's so deep, you can hide things......"
Momiji leaned on the trunk of the tree and said loudly.
"In a family like ours, we eat in our stomachs, we wear on our bodies, and we don't have any treasures hidden in the hollows of the trees. ”
"Mom, don't say that, I don't know if one day I'll make a lot of money...... I'm going to buy a lot of jewelry......" "That's all you have in your head as a college student?"
Wu Feng looked at the door frame, a double-open black wooden door, with couplets on both sides:
"Left League: Dapeng spreads its wings and hates the sky. Right link: The puppy is ignorant and thinks the road is narrow. No cross-batching?"
Wu Feng took the red lotus and read the words on the door frame:
"People are self-aware"
Hong Geng said.
Wu Feng felt self-defeating, and hurriedly said:
"Replace it, my father is the best at writing couplets, let him write a pair and send it over. ”
"Okay. My daughter-in-law's family is a scholarly family for generations, how did I forget that my old father-in-law writes a good hand. ”
Red Geng stepped forward and broke off two gray and black pieces of wood and threw them on the ground:
"Don't throw it away, maybe it's from some old master, it's very valuable......"
"My sister took it. ”
Momiji stepped forward and took two pieces of old wood and held them in his arms.
"Although the house is a little old, it can still live in him for ten years and eight years. ”
Honggeng's mother walked in happily and said.
"Move in first, and then change this wall into brick walls and brick pillars when you have money. ”
After the family was optimistic about the house that day, Wu Feng came to clean up the house from time to time. The upstairs two rooms are used as bedrooms, and the downstairs is the living room and kitchen, where liquefied gas is burned. Hong Geng personally pulled a cart of household appliances from the district back: color TV, refrigerator, washing machine. On the day of the move, some of Honggeng's friends also came to help, and the family finally felt a little easier. It didn't take long for the family to move in. On this day, the couplet written by Wu Feng's father for the new family also arrived:
"Thousand-year-old trees are used as hangers, and the Yangtze River is used as bathtubs. Well!"
Hong Geng opened the package and shook out two pieces of brightly painted red wood, and said. The family was smiling.
"Father-in-law is to let us open our minds and never care about doing things for others. ”
Hong Geng personally hung the couplets on the door frame:
"We have a treasure here, with an ancient town in front and an ancient road in the back. The alley next to it leads directly to the ancient road, which is at least a few hundred years old ancient road, Zhu Yuanzhang's son who was martyred lived here to build, through Sichuan, Yunnan, Guizhou. During the Anti-Japanese War, many wealthy families came to us through this ancient road to avoid the war. After the liberation, the government helped build a large highway, and this ancient road became increasingly deserted. I went there myself some time ago. Beneath the overgrown weeds is a stone pavement that is at least two meters wide. I only walked less than ten miles back and forth, and there were many trees along the way, and some of them were rocky and there were stone bodhisattvas lying on the ground. I straightened the stone bodhisattva. All the way back, I thought, after buying this house, I am going to take out a loan to open a tourism company, develop this ancient road, and bring guests down from Jiangcheng...... It's just my dream......"
"Now, we have demolished the front of the small courtyard and built two bungalows to open a small supermarket, and Lian'er is getting bigger and bigger, so I can find time to take care of it. ”
Hong Geng felt that his wife was reasonable.
The family moved here, and everyone was busy and couldn't take care of the red lotus, so she played alone under the yellow plum tree. The adults were busy, sat down to rest, only to find that there was a little girl in the yard at some point, as if it was about the same size as the red lotus, and the two girls circled around the tree, giggling and laughing.
"Wife, come and see?"
Wu Feng was also stunned, walked over and picked up the child, and pulled off the two snots she was hanging with her hands.
"Whose baby are you?"
"Look, you know how smart the baby is now. ”
The old lady also came over to pick up her granddaughter.
"Okay! We have friends. ”
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law divided the work, the mother-in-law cooked, and the daughter-in-law washed the two girls clean. After dinner, Hong Geng took the girl to the street and asked from house to door whose child it was.
"Isn't this the baby of the lady owner of the small restaurant that just opened on the back of the street?"
A middle-aged woman who runs a cigarette shop said.
"Let's go to the end!"
Hong Geng kept walking with the doll in his arms, and sure enough, he saw a newly opened restaurant, and was about to enter the door, when he saw two men and women in their thirties pulling and pulling out:
"Isn't this my little red? We're still looking for it!"
The woman saw the child in Honggeng's arms, let go of the man's hand and said loudly.
"I don't know when I came to our yard, and we found out after playing with my daughter for a long time. ”
"It's you. ”
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