Chapter 137: 137
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The whole village is plain.
The sudden appearance of such a village in this quiet mountain forest really makes people feel strange.
"This should be a white matter in Murakami."
"Shall we go or not?"
"Go ahead, it doesn't matter. Red and white affairs are normal. If you can go to the village and buy some food from the villagers, the bread and dry food you bring is really not delicious."
"It's not so good. They're running errands."
There was a lot of discussion.
Finally, after a study, the group still felt that they would go to the village to have a look. First, they didn't want to eat dry food, but it didn't matter what they ate. It's really not good. It's OK to deal with dry food, but we don't have much water with us. We need to find a place to supplement it.
A group of more than 20 people followed the road to the village.
There is an old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Two Chinese garden dogs saw a group of people and began to bark.
An old man came out of the house at the entrance of the village.
"Who are you?" The villagers don't speak Putonghua, but the Hakka dialect of Nanchang. Fortunately, most of the writers here today are local Nanchang people. Although their accents are a little different, they can understand and speak.
"Fellow villagers, we are writers from the Provincial Writers' Association. We went to the mountains to collect wind. We passed by your village and wanted to have a rest and buy some rice and water."
The old man looked at the group and saw that they were all well dressed, and most of them were not young, but they didn't look like bad people, so he nodded, "OK, you come in."
Then the old man drove away two Chinese garden dogs and led them into the house.
The old house was small and dark. Half of the people stood outside and looked in.
The night light went in and looked around. It was a very common old house. The things in the house were old. There was a long hall table in the hall. Anyone who had been to the countryside should have seen the old house. There was a black-and-white photo on the table. It was an old woman, and it should be the old man's wife. There was a altar worshipped. There was incense in the censer, and there were candles and white wax in front of it Candle.
The old man brought out some old black but stocky long stools and asked everyone to sit down. But there were only a few stools in the old man's house, and the big guys were not enough to sit down.
The old man thought, "you want to eat, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, it's inconvenient not to know."
The old man hesitated, but did not answer. On the contrary, he asked, "do you give me money?"
"Here, of course. You can't eat for nothing."
Old man: "to eat better or worse."
"All right!"
The old man nodded, "just give me money. Let's go to the village ancestral hall. It's spacious. Otherwise, so many of you in our small family can't do it. Go to the ancestral hall. It's big and bright. I'll go to the village and pick it up for you."
They nodded and followed the old man to the ancestral hall.
Many ancestral halls in rural areas are multi-purpose, not only for ancestor worship, but also for village gatherings or red and white events.
On the road, many villagers have come out to watch the excitement.
The curious villager asked, "old stubborn, what are you doing? There are so many people
Old stubborn is old man, "come outside, want to have a meal in our village, they are many, I take them to ancestral temple, you also ask your mother-in-law to help."
Villager: "eat? Do you want the money? "
Before the old man could reply, a writer would say, "give money, give money!"
As soon as the villagers' eyes brightened, they hurried back to the house, "daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, come out quickly, go to the ancestral hall, go to the ancestral hall!"
This has happened several times along the way.
Some writers can't help but start whispering, "as soon as you listen to the money, your eyes will reflect. With such enthusiasm, we won't be killed soon, will we?"
"I don't think so..." the writer is not sure.
"I hope not. I'll have a heart for a while. Don't be fooled."
"Well, be on your guard. I'll ask the price first, and then I'll ask for something."
The group followed the old man into some old ancestral halls. They saw the huge long altar in the center of the ancestral hall, which was full of white candles and was on fire. There was a brazier on the ground, and there was smoke in the basin. Some paper money was scattered around.
Seeing this, some writers began to feel a little afraid, and several female writers shrank behind and did not dare to come in.
The old stubborn obviously knew what they were afraid of and explained, "it's OK. Don't worry. There are no dead people in the village. Come on in. I can't let you come even if you're dying. "
People have some doubts. There are no dead people. What is this? What's the matter with the white silk and plain stripe hanging from every household in the village?
Old stubborn did not take the initiative to say, we are not easy to ask questions, hard headed into.
There is an open-air patio in the center of the ancestral hall. The sunlight falls down directly, and the ancestral hall is very bright.Then seven or eight men and village women came, some carrying round tables, some carrying long stools, nimbly set up three sets of tables. It seems that the styles of these tables and stools are not the same. They are all very old. Some of them are black. They should have been moved by villagers themselves.
The two women wiped the tables and stools with a rag and asked everyone to sit down. "Come and sit down. You're welcome."
All of them sat down one after another. After walking all morning on the mountain road, they were really tired. They sat on the stools one by one, pounding their sour legs.
The old stubborn man was talking with the villagers with a smile on his face. Many villagers gathered after hearing the news. Some of them were still eating lunch with big porcelain bowls in their hands and watching from afar.
"Er Ya, Cui Hua, you two are good craftsmen. Today's meal will be served by you."
"Goudan, Sanhua, Xiaoqi, you help me. Other people will show their guests what they want to eat and what they want to pay for. Let's go. "
"Everyone should be quick. It's getting late. I have to go up the mountain to see the girl in the afternoon."
Several villagers responded to the call and went to work. Some of the villagers who didn't get the name were still standing, others turned away and went back to get food.
The writers sat and waited for a while, chatting with the villagers while waiting.
The villagers are not very good at words, and the strong local accent shows simplicity.
Some chatting down, night light and others also have some understanding of this small mountain village.
The village is called Dutang village. It is said that the origin of the name is because there is a pond in the middle of the village, so it's called Dutang. It's not big. There are only about 50 families. There is only one surname in the village, all surnamed Guo. Most of the village are middle-aged and old people. Young people usually go out to work and won't stay in the village. They are close to the mountains, but there is nothing to support them in the mountains Their livelihood mainly depends on cultivated land, so the families in the village are not well-off or even poor.
After sitting for a while, one after another, some villagers came, each with various things in his hand.
Luminous and other writers have some silly eyes.
Bacon, sausage, dried salted duck, Chinese cabbage, old hen, big white duck, bamboo shoots, pumpkin, big grass carp. And what did the man fight? Such a big ham?
Don't say, after walking all morning, the writers who are tired and hungry suddenly see that they really drool.
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The whole village is plain.
The sudden appearance of such a village in this quiet mountain forest really makes people feel strange.
"This should be a white matter in Murakami."
"Shall we go or not?"
"Go ahead, it doesn't matter. Red and white affairs are normal. If you can go to the village and buy some food from the villagers, the bread and dry food you bring is really not delicious."
"It's not so good. They're running errands."
There was a lot of discussion.
Finally, after a study, the group still felt that they would go to the village to have a look. First, they didn't want to eat dry food, but it didn't matter what they ate. It's really not good. It's OK to deal with dry food, but we don't have much water with us. We need to find a place to supplement it.
A group of more than 20 people followed the road to the village.
There is an old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Two Chinese garden dogs saw a group of people and began to bark.
An old man came out of the house at the entrance of the village.
"Who are you?" The villagers don't speak Putonghua, but the Hakka dialect of Nanchang. Fortunately, most of the writers here today are local Nanchang people. Although their accents are a little different, they can understand and speak.
"Fellow villagers, we are writers from the Provincial Writers' Association. We went to the mountains to collect wind. We passed by your village and wanted to have a rest and buy some rice and water."
The old man looked at the group and saw that they were all well dressed, and most of them were not young, but they didn't look like bad people, so he nodded, "OK, you come in."
Then the old man drove away two Chinese garden dogs and led them into the house.
The old house was small and dark. Half of the people stood outside and looked in.
The night light went in and looked around. It was a very common old house. The things in the house were old. There was a long hall table in the hall. Anyone who had been to the countryside should have seen the old house. There was a black-and-white photo on the table. It was an old woman, and it should be the old man's wife. There was a altar worshipped. There was incense in the censer, and there were candles and white wax in front of it Candle.
The old man brought out some old black but stocky long stools and asked everyone to sit down. But there were only a few stools in the old man's house, and the big guys were not enough to sit down.
The old man thought, "you want to eat, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, it's inconvenient not to know."
The old man hesitated, but did not answer. On the contrary, he asked, "do you give me money?"
"Here, of course. You can't eat for nothing."
Old man: "to eat better or worse."
"All right!"
The old man nodded, "just give me money. Let's go to the village ancestral hall. It's spacious. Otherwise, so many of you in our small family can't do it. Go to the ancestral hall. It's big and bright. I'll go to the village and pick it up for you."
They nodded and followed the old man to the ancestral hall.
Many ancestral halls in rural areas are multi-purpose, not only for ancestor worship, but also for village gatherings or red and white events.
On the road, many villagers have come out to watch the excitement.
The curious villager asked, "old stubborn, what are you doing? There are so many people
Old stubborn is old man, "come outside, want to have a meal in our village, they are many, I take them to ancestral temple, you also ask your mother-in-law to help."
Villager: "eat? Do you want the money? "
Before the old man could reply, a writer would say, "give money, give money!"
As soon as the villagers' eyes brightened, they hurried back to the house, "daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, come out quickly, go to the ancestral hall, go to the ancestral hall!"
This has happened several times along the way.
Some writers can't help but start whispering, "as soon as you listen to the money, your eyes will reflect. With such enthusiasm, we won't be killed soon, will we?"
"I don't think so..." the writer is not sure.
"I hope not. I'll have a heart for a while. Don't be fooled."
"Well, be on your guard. I'll ask the price first, and then I'll ask for something."
The group followed the old man into some old ancestral halls. They saw the huge long altar in the center of the ancestral hall, which was full of white candles and was on fire. There was a brazier on the ground, and there was smoke in the basin. Some paper money was scattered around.
Seeing this, some writers began to feel a little afraid, and several female writers shrank behind and did not dare to come in.
The old stubborn obviously knew what they were afraid of and explained, "it's OK. Don't worry. There are no dead people in the village. Come on in. I can't let you come even if you're dying. "
People have some doubts. There are no dead people. What is this? What's the matter with the white silk and plain stripe hanging from every household in the village?
Old stubborn did not take the initiative to say, we are not easy to ask questions, hard headed into.
There is an open-air patio in the center of the ancestral hall. The sunlight falls down directly, and the ancestral hall is very bright.Then seven or eight men and village women came, some carrying round tables, some carrying long stools, nimbly set up three sets of tables. It seems that the styles of these tables and stools are not the same. They are all very old. Some of them are black. They should have been moved by villagers themselves.
The two women wiped the tables and stools with a rag and asked everyone to sit down. "Come and sit down. You're welcome."
All of them sat down one after another. After walking all morning on the mountain road, they were really tired. They sat on the stools one by one, pounding their sour legs.
The old stubborn man was talking with the villagers with a smile on his face. Many villagers gathered after hearing the news. Some of them were still eating lunch with big porcelain bowls in their hands and watching from afar.
"Er Ya, Cui Hua, you two are good craftsmen. Today's meal will be served by you."
"Goudan, Sanhua, Xiaoqi, you help me. Other people will show their guests what they want to eat and what they want to pay for. Let's go. "
"Everyone should be quick. It's getting late. I have to go up the mountain to see the girl in the afternoon."
Several villagers responded to the call and went to work. Some of the villagers who didn't get the name were still standing, others turned away and went back to get food.
The writers sat and waited for a while, chatting with the villagers while waiting.
The villagers are not very good at words, and the strong local accent shows simplicity.
Some chatting down, night light and others also have some understanding of this small mountain village.
The village is called Dutang village. It is said that the origin of the name is because there is a pond in the middle of the village, so it's called Dutang. It's not big. There are only about 50 families. There is only one surname in the village, all surnamed Guo. Most of the village are middle-aged and old people. Young people usually go out to work and won't stay in the village. They are close to the mountains, but there is nothing to support them in the mountains Their livelihood mainly depends on cultivated land, so the families in the village are not well-off or even poor.
After sitting for a while, one after another, some villagers came, each with various things in his hand.
Luminous and other writers have some silly eyes.
Bacon, sausage, dried salted duck, Chinese cabbage, old hen, big white duck, bamboo shoots, pumpkin, big grass carp. And what did the man fight? Such a big ham?
Don't say, after walking all morning, the writers who are tired and hungry suddenly see that they really drool.
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The whole village is plain. The sudden appearance of such a village in this quiet mountain forest really makes people feel strange. "This should be a white matter in Murakami." "Shall we go or not?" "Go ahead, it doesn't matter. Red and white affairs are normal. If you can go to the village and buy some food from the villagers, the bread and dry food you bring is really not delicious." "It's not so good. They're running errands." There was a lot of discussion. Finally, after a study, the group still felt that they would go to the village to have a look. First, they didn't want to eat dry food, but it didn't matter what they ate. It's really not good. It's OK to deal with dry food, but we don't have much water with us. We need to find a place to supplement it. A group of more than 20 people followed the road to the village. There is an old locust tree at the entrance of the village. Two Chinese garden dogs saw a group of people and began to bark. An old man came out of the house at the entrance of the village. "Who are you?" The villagers don't speak Putonghua, but the Hakka dialect of Nanchang. Fortunately, most of the writers here today are local Nanchang people. Although their accents are a little different, they can understand and speak. "Fellow villagers, we are writers from the Provincial Writers' Association. We went to the mountains to collect wind. We passed by your village and wanted to have a rest and buy some rice and water." The old man looked at the group and saw that they were all well dressed, and most of them were not young, but they didn't look like bad people, so he nodded, "OK, you come in." Then the old man drove away two Chinese garden dogs and led them into the house. The old house was small and dark. Half of the people stood outside and looked in. The night light went in and looked around. It was a very common old house. The things in the house were old. There was a long hall table in the hall. Anyone who had been to the countryside should have seen the old house. There was a black-and-white photo on the table. It was an old woman, and it should be the old man's wife. There was a altar worshipped. There was incense in the censer, and there were candles and white wax in front of it Candle. The old man brought out some old black but stocky long stools and asked everyone to sit down. But there were only a few stools in the old man's house, and the big guys were not enough to sit down. The old man thought, "you want to eat, don't you?" "Yes, yes, it's inconvenient not to know." The old man hesitated, but did not answer. On the contrary, he asked, "do you give me money?" "Here, of course. You can't eat for nothing." Old man: "to eat better or worse." "All right!" The old man nodded, "just give me money. Let's go to the village ancestral hall. It's spacious. Otherwise, so many of you in our small family can't do it. Go to the ancestral hall. It's big and bright. I'll go to the village and pick it up for you." They nodded and followed the old man to the ancestral hall. Many ancestral halls in rural areas are multi-purpose, not only for ancestor worship, but also for village gatherings or red and white events. On the road, many villagers have come out to watch the excitement. The curious villager asked, "old stubborn, what are you doing? There are so many people Old stubborn is old man, "come outside, want to have a meal in our village, they are many, I take them to ancestral temple, you also ask your mother-in-law to help." Villager: "eat? Do you want the money? " Before the old man could reply, a writer would say, "give money, give money!" As soon as the villagers' eyes brightened, they hurried back to the house, "daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, come out quickly, go to the ancestral hall, go to the ancestral hall!" This has happened several times along the way. Some writers can't help but start whispering, "as soon as you listen to the money, your eyes will reflect. With such enthusiasm, we won't be killed soon, will we?" "I don't think so..." the writer is not sure. "I hope not. I'll have a heart for a while. Don't be fooled." "Well, be on your guard. I'll ask the price first, and then I'll ask for something." The group followed the old man into some old ancestral halls. They saw the huge long altar in the center of the ancestral hall, which was full of white candles and was on fire. There was a brazier on the ground, and there was smoke in the basin. Some paper money was scattered around. Seeing this, some writers began to feel a little afraid, and several female writers shrank behind and did not dare to come in. The old stubborn obviously knew what they were afraid of and explained, "it's OK. Don't worry. There are no dead people in the village. Come on in. I can't let you come even if you're dying. " People have some doubts. There are no dead people. What is this? What's the matter with the white silk and plain stripe hanging from every household in the village? Old stubborn did not take the initiative to say, we are not easy to ask questions, hard headed into. There is an open-air patio in the center of the ancestral hall. The sunlight falls down directly, and the ancestral hall is very bright.Then seven or eight men and village women came, some carrying round tables, some carrying long stools, nimbly set up three sets of tables. It seems that the styles of these tables and stools are not the same. They are all very old. Some of them are black. They should have been moved by villagers themselves. The two women wiped the tables and stools with a rag and asked everyone to sit down. "Come and sit down. You're welcome." All of them sat down one after another. After walking all morning on the mountain road, they were really tired. They sat on the stools one by one, pounding their sour legs. The old stubborn man was talking with the villagers with a smile on his face. Many villagers gathered after hearing the news. Some of them were still eating lunch with big porcelain bowls in their hands and watching from afar. "Er Ya, Cui Hua, you two are good craftsmen. Today's meal will be served by you." "Goudan, Sanhua, Xiaoqi, you help me. Other people will show their guests what they want to eat and what they want to pay for. Let's go. " "Everyone should be quick. It's getting late. I have to go up the mountain to see the girl in the afternoon." Several villagers responded to the call and went to work. Some of the villagers who didn't get the name were still standing, others turned away and went back to get food. The writers sat and waited for a while, chatting with the villagers while waiting. The villagers are not very good at words, and the strong local accent shows simplicity. Some chatting down, night light and others also have some understanding of this small mountain village. The village is called Dutang village. It is said that the origin of the name is because there is a pond in the middle of the village, so it's called Dutang. It's not big. There are only about 50 families. There is only one surname in the village, all surnamed Guo. Most of the village are middle-aged and old people. Young people usually go out to work and won't stay in the village. They are close to the mountains, but there is nothing to support them in the mountains Their livelihood mainly depends on cultivated land, so the families in the village are not well-off or even poor. After sitting for a while, one after another, some villagers came, each with various things in his hand. Luminous and other writers have some silly eyes. Bacon, sausage, dried salted duck, Chinese cabbage, old hen, big white duck, bamboo shoots, pumpkin, big grass carp. And what did the man fight? Such a big ham? Don't say, after walking all morning, the writers who are tired and hungry suddenly see that they really drool. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
