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There is a small village with more than 200 families at the foot of the mountain. The village is named after the mountain, and the village name is called "Xianglu Peak" Village. Zhuangzi Li and Wu are big surnames, and the rest are surnames such as Zhang, Liu, Chen, and Zhou.
Mr. Li is the biggest rich man in the village, and his Li family's land is within a radius of 100 miles. The descendants of the Li family boasted: "From Xianglu Peak to Yishui City, the sky above the head is the Li family's sky, the land on the Li family's land, the water from the Li family, the fat people are still the Li family's fields."
The old man lived in the middle of the village, the courtyard with three entrances, the red painted gate, and there were horse tying piles at the door, and there were horse treading stones. There are 27 houses of all sizes in the home. Behind the yard is a small private garden, and there is a small corner door on the head of the main landlord to connect to the small garden and this Li Family Courtyard .
The three sons of Mr. Li have already started a family, and he is in his sixties. All the big and small things in the family are handed over to the eldest son to manage. The other children perform their duties according to the elder brother's instructions, and their lives are " sesame are blooming and growing."
The old official adheres to the family motto of "loyalty and honesty, inheriting the world through farming and reading", lives a frugal and simple life, and treats people with kind hearts.
The house is full of pigs and sheep, and cattle and horses are in herds, so slaves call maids. The three "life" (referring to long-term workers) sweep the courtyards on weekdays, raise pigs and herd cattle, and bring the hired short-term workers to work during busy farming. The Li family never deducts wages. During the work, the boss is in charge of the meal. The old staff must personally check the quality of the meal. They require meat and fish every day. The meal must be delivered to the field with special people. They should eat all the dry food. When the "working" (referring to the harvest of farming) is over, the workers must also be invited to drink a finished wine to express their gratitude.
The old official is also a well-known charity person far and wide. Every spring, when he meets a family who is not suitable for borrowing food, he never says a word. When the borrower said that he would return it after the autumn, he always waved his hands and said happily: "You eat first, if you don't have enough, then come and snatch it. A farm is a family. If the villagers say too much, we will be far away."
It is said that he has two treasures hidden in his house, two human-shaped "mum (mu) mines" made of gold and silver, hidden in cellar . In fact, there are two cylinders of gold and silver. One cylinder holds fifty gold ingots , and the other cylinder holds one hundred silver ingots .
Three years ago, at the turn of spring and summer, a little cattle-herder in our village accidentally overheard the "bachelor" (referring to bandits) in the West Mountain to rob Xianglu Peak at night and tie down the family of the old man's wife. He ran home and told his parents panting. His father immediately brought his son to the old man's house and reported to the official.
The old official summoned his family and young and strong laborers in the village to explain the situation and advised everyone to go out to hide and avoid suffering from bloody disasters. He was not guilty of being worried about his family, and the whole village was worried. If so, he felt deeply sorry.
understood what Lao Junwai meant. Several old men in the village stood up and interrupted Lao Junwai's words. He said sincerely and earnestly: "Zhengwai, you once said that a village lives in a family, and the villagers in the village will be far away if they say too much. Since it is a family, we can't watch you being kidnapped by a bachelor and indifferent. We all advance and retreat with you." Because of the rapid speech, my throat was itchy for a moment, and I coughed unconsciously, "Cough cough", paused for a moment, and then continued: "Who in our village has not received your help and help? If you are in trouble now, how can we stand by and watch?"
Looking at the villagers standing all over the room, the Lao Junwai's eyes were wet. He stood up, bowed to everyone with his fists, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you for your help, old man, I will never forget you!" It was night, and the villagers worked together to close and strengthen the village gate on the four walls on the village. Under the leadership of the old man, men, women, young and old in the village, they were wearing torches, holding farm tools such as pouts, shovels, wooden forks and other farm tools in their hands, and stood on the wall with the same hatred against the enemy to resist the harassment of the "bachelor".
The blazing flames reflected the sky around Xianglu Peak red.
From a distance, the people on the village were prepared, and the bandits were afraid that the people on the village would report to the official position. Once they rashly invade, they would suffer a double blow from both internal and external factors, so they had to give up the kidnapping.
This year, August 15th, the season just passed autumnal equinox , and the weather was neither cold nor hot. The old man excitedly drank a little bit of his homemade rice wine .
The family had a reunion dinner and sat in the patio to enjoy the moon surrounded by their children and grandchildren. The round moon hangs on the sky like a huge white jade plate. There is no cloud in the sky. The moonlight pours down like mercury and sprinkles to every corner of the earth. People bathe in the moonlight and flowing water, carefully chewing on the joy of the harvest.
The old man played outside for a while and felt a little tired. His son served him back to his room to rest. Lying on the bed of his house, his son lowered the transparent curtains around him, quietly retreated, and gently closed the door.
The old man felt his eyelids stick together weakly, and he fell asleep in a trance.
In his sleep, he saw that his door was pushed open. Then, two young people he didn't know came in, one in front and the other in a white jacket. The two of them came to his bed and bowed their heads, saying, "Master, we are not going to be at your house anymore, we are leaving."
Seeing this situation, the old man got up from the bed, pulled the two young men kneeling in front of the bed with both hands, and asked reluctantly and anxiously: "Who are you? Why are you leaving my house? Where are you going?"
"We are going to Xiwei's house in Henan." After that, the two young men broke free from the old man's hands and left.
"Can't leave, come back! Can't leave, come back!" The old man shouted at the top of his lungs. I woke myself up from my dream all at once.
"Who is leaving? Could it be them?" The old man stroked his undulating chest with his hands, got off the bed, and didn't bother to wear shoes. He pushed open the wall behind the bed in the dark, came to the cellar with gold and silver, and groped to find the fire chain and husk . He called light twice, and the scene in front of him shocked him. I saw two large jars filled with gold and silver moving forward shakingly. Seeing this, the old man rushed up, grabbed the edge of one of the cylinders tightly, and shouted anxiously, "Can't leave!, can't leave!!". However, in the rapid bump, the old man fainted. When he woke up again, he realized that the original two cylinders had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a cylinder edge that he had clamped tightly in his hand.
left the cellar and left the wall. The old man didn't say anything. He carefully wrapped half of the cylinder edge and put it in the bag, laying it back on the bed, sleepless all night. "Since you are leaving, it proves that these treasures are no longer affinity with me. They are things outside of me. Just leave." Thinking of this, the old man's mood calmed down a lot. "In his dream, he told me that if he wanted to go to Xiwei's house in Henan, I have to see what kind of family this Xiwei family is."
The old man's eyes widened in the darkness and stared at the top of the bed, as if he was going to penetrate the top and roof of the bed, looking through the distant Guanghan Palace , watching Chang'e dancing with broad sleeves, and Jade Rabbit Lotus and Pestle pounding medicine.
August 16, after breakfast, he left several sons and told them that he was going to visit friends in Henan. The sons were worried that he was old and were worried about being alone outside. They unanimously recommended the third child to accompany him, but were rejected by the old staff. He claimed that he was like walking alone, resting when he was tired when he was hungry, and eating when he was sleepy, and staying in bed. He was in good health and had no problems.
The sons could not resist him, so they had to prepare dry food and food for him.
The old man set out on the road to visit friends alone. He walked on the morning and stayed overnight. He met a village and went to a village. He had been away from his hometown for 21 days without realizing it. At this time, he was already in Henan.
This day, after walking for a day, there were only the mists and the ravines. I didn’t encounter a village. I saw the red sun hanging westward and the dusk getting darker. The old man couldn’t help but feel worried. There was no village in front of me or shop behind me. What would it be better if I encountered wild animals at night? Thinking of this, I unconsciously speed up my walking pace.
From a distance, I saw a faint light swaying in a black house on the side of the road, "Amitabha, finally met a family." The old man walked forward and pulled the door knocker. With the sound of the wooden door "squeaking", an elderly woman appeared in front of the official.
"Old sir, who are you looking for?" the old woman asked softly.
The old official replied, "I am here to stay at your house for a night."
"Okay, we are a small family. If the gentleman doesn't dislike it, just come in." The old woman flashed aside and asked the old official to come in.
With the dim light inside, the old man saw that there were three people sitting in the small thatched houses. An old man was smoking, and he saw that the smoke pot was light and dark, emitting orange-red light spots. This man was probably the old woman's wife's wife. On the edge of the kang on the east side was a woman pregnant with a heavy body, looking very heavy, and she looked about to give birth. This should be their daughter-in-law, and the man sitting underground making straw sandals is their son.
After their family asked the staff to sit down, the old woman cleaned the pot and fired it, and cooked a bowl of dumpling soup for the staff. After dinner, the old woman made a floor for the staff, and everyone did not mention it when they rested.
In the second half of the night, the old man was awakened by a painful moan. The old woman's son had already invited a stable woman to deliver the baby.
In order to avoid embarrassment, the old man had to go to the courtyard outside the door. The old woman refused to support her and said seriously: "It's been cold after , and the cold air is heavy in the second half of the night, and the mountain wind is still blowing. What's wrong with it? Don't avoid it, just stay in the house." She ordered her son to pull over a reed mat from her kang and surround the bed.
A moment later, with the sound of a baby's loud cry, a brand new life fell into pieces like this.
"It's a boy." The midwife said loudly to the old woman.
"Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless you!" The old woman chanted the Buddha's name in her mouth, piously putting it together.
"Congratulations!" The old man congratulated the old woman.
The old woman said, "I'm thankful to the old man. My daughter-in-law has been five or six days a month, and the whole family is extremely anxious. Now, tonight, my husband stays at my house, and my daughter-in-law is born. Mr. and my family are destined to be together!"
"I don't know what the name of your young master?" The old man asked again.
"What a young man, what other name can we have? Just give a cheap name to support." The old woman pointed to the reed mat that was blocking the bed with her fingers and continued, "Just call it Xiwei."
"Xiwei." The old man repeated.
"Yes, just call Xi Wei." The old woman said as if she confirmed again.
"Is this the Xi Wei I am looking for, or a newly born baby? Is it such a coincidence?" the old man thought to himself.
According to local customs, the old woman's son must bury the baby's "fasal clothes" in his own patio.
The old man told his son to choose a location in the northwest or northeast corner of the yard.
A moment later, the old man's son hurried back to the house and lay in his mother's ear and said something.
"Really?" The old woman followed her son to the yard half-believingly. After careful inspection, her face had already turned into a flower. When she came to the house, she whispered to the old man's house: "Sir, today is a great day. You came to our house and brought me a grandson. My grandson was born and brought two more jars of treasures. Do you think this is not a big happy event?"
Hearing this, the old man was stunned, "Is it really that coincidental? These two jars of treasures belong to my family." The old man said incoherently.
"Why do you, sir, say that, it was clearly brought by my grandson, how did you say it was from your family?" The old woman was obviously angry.
"Old man, don't be angry. I'm not here to compete for treasure with you. These two tanks of gold and silver were originally from my house. If you don't believe me, please see if one of the tanks is missing a cylinder edge. This time I'm here to deliver the cylinder edge." The old man hurriedly explained.
The old woman's son went out and soon reported to his mother, "What the sir said is good at all."
The old man took the bag hanging on the wall, took out the half of the edge of the tank, and said to the old woman's son, "Put it on and see if it's right." The three of them came to the yard together. With the faint light, the old man put the half of the tank in the gap. He heard a "kka" sound, and the edge of the tank bonded the gap together tightly.
"Okay, the thing returns to the original owner, I have done my best. I should go back after tomorrow." The old man said with relief.
"Ahhhh, how can that be done? You are the lucky star of our family, bringing us good luck and wealth. You must live there for a few days before leaving." The old woman instructed her son to go to the market to cut meat after dawn, buy fish, kill chickens, geese, and make wine to treat the old man well.
The old man outside stayed with the old lady's kindness and stayed for an episode. Seeing the north wind blowing and the leaves falling, the old man outside decided to go home.
The old woman steamed 20 white flour buns for the old man, wrapped them in a bag and put them in a bakery, and took him two ingots of silver as a treasure. The old man insisted on not accepting it, so the old woman had to put the silver ingots and steamed buns together.
The next day, the old man waited, bid farewell to the old woman's family and embarked on the way home. After walking about 20 miles, he saw a young woman crying on the side of the road with a three or four-year-old boy. The old man waited to step forward to ask. It turned out that this woman's brother had a noble son, and the mother of the family sent someone to report the good news. It has been eight or nine days now. According to the customs here, as an aunt, she would come to the door to celebrate with her parents and brothers, wishing her children a hundred years of life. However, even eating at home was a problem, so she had no money to prepare gifts for her nephew. She couldn't help but cry on the side of the road when she thought of this. Finally, the young woman shyly gave a deep gift to the old man and whispered, "It makes the old man laugh."
The old man and heard the woman's experience, and thought that he had no extra money, he said to the woman, "I don't have extra money to help you. If you don't dislike me, there are 20 buns in my bag. How about I give it to you to help you visit relatives?"
The young woman waved her hand quickly, "How can this work? You gave it to me, what do you eat on the road?"
"You don't have to worry about this, I can't eat these buns. I've been carrying them on my body for almost a day, and my back becomes heavier and I can't straighten my waist. It seems to be helping you, but in fact I'm also helping me solve the burden myself." The old man and I smiled and said to the woman.
He put all the bags in the woman's basket, and continued to rush forward without mentioning it.
Single said that the woman brought the steamed buns to her parents' home with her buns. My mother took the basket and saw the familiar buns at first sight. She hurriedly opened the buns and checked them carefully. 20 white buns were presented in front of her. She quickly taught her daughter and asked, "Child, where did you get these buns? Didn't you give one to my nephew?"
The woman was worried that her mother knew that her family was poor, so she said against her will that she exchanged the wheat for her.
"How is that possible? I steamed these 20 buns myself." My mother looked at her daughter in confusion.
Seeing that the woman could not hide it, she told her mother the whole story of the buns she got. He asked his mother again: "Mom, you said that these steamed buns were steamed by you, so how can you prove it?"
"Every bun I have a silver crock in, if you don't believe me, come and take a look." As he said that, he picked up a bun and broke it apart, and a silver crock fell into the basket all of a sudden. Seeing this, the woman's eyes widened, her mouth widened, and stared blankly at everything in front of her.There are two silver ingots under
20 under the buns, lying there with a silver-white light.
