Never stop until your words shock people.
Goethe was startled.
Good job!
I just exclaimed wow!
There are such beautiful things in the world... Bah, no, no, there are such wonderful things in the world.
Goethe looked at the eldest daughter of the Wang family.
The young lady looked serious and was obviously not joking.
"Mr. Mo, do you know?"
"It has been three years since my father passed away."
“I have never felt more at peace than I do right now.”
The eldest daughter of the Wang family twirled the ends of her hair with her fingers. The red rope on her braid kept spinning, as if dancing in the wind, light and beautiful. Her voice was filled with memories.
It's nothing new.
When my father passed away, people outside surrounded him like jackals, eager to bite off a piece of his flesh.
When family members face the family property, they look at their relatives as if they were enemies and they can't wait to bite off a piece of their flesh.
Wang Xiaofeng gave in.
A lot of flesh was bitten off, and the Wang family's assets shrunk by more than half. She thought that this could be exchanged for the same stable life as before, and everyone could live in harmony.
But this young lady forgot one word: greedy.
Who would eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures after seeing a bloody tiger?
Impossible.
have?
Definitely a liar.
I tricked you into feeding the tiger.
Nothing remains of you.
He got the tiger skin.
"I was such a fool at the beginning. I almost died... No, if Uncle Wang hadn't risked his life to save me, I would have died a long time ago. And you saved me in the true sense of the word."
The eldest daughter of the Wang family stared at Goethe with sharp eyes.
"You're grateful."
Goethe emphasized.
"No!"
"It's love!"
The eldest daughter of the Wang family emphasized, with a look of rejection on her face.
“Do you know what love is?”
Goethe asked back.
This topic suddenly became widespread.
Or rather, there is no answer.
What is love?
Most people can't put it into words, and can only say one or two vaguely and somewhat appropriate, or even far-fetched, so that countless people sing praises of love.
Why?
It’s easier to take action when no one knows.
No one knows anyway, so what I say is what it is.
In Goethe's "hometown", crowds of people went there to write and film.
What?
no the same?
That means you don't understand love.
'Love' can be sacred and holy, or it can be dark and selfish.
Of course, it can also be a verb.
Once 'love' becomes a verb, it's different.
We will be more united than ever before.
Study materials.
Enrich the theory.
Passionate about practice.
They often ask questions without hesitation.
And the atmosphere is good.
In short, "love" is complicated, and Goethe did not think that the eldest daughter of the Wang family could explain it clearly.
As long as you can't say it, it's easy.
Look, you don’t understand it yourself, go back and think about it.
With this said, the matter is resolved.
You can't stay here anymore.
I am at peace again.
Goethe had a nice idea, but just as he asked this question, a light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the eldest daughter of the Wang family, which had never moved, a light that was brighter than ever before.
Still firm.
Goethe immediately felt a little shaky.
The following words made Goethe feel even more guilty.
"If someone wants to marry me in a formal way, first, they have to be pleasing to my eye, and second, they have to be of equal social status. But if they want to take me as a concubine, I will kill them at night when they are asleep, and even the family of their lover will die. But it's different for you, Mr. Mo. You don't have to marry me in a formal way. I just want to be your concubine, and I am willing to do that without any complaints. This is love, right?"
I love your mom's love for selling fried dough twists!
When Goethe looked at the blushing eldest daughter of the Wang family, he felt a cold wind blowing down his spine.
Swinging a knife at the person beside you, is that what you said?
Is that what you mean by killing an entire family?
Isn’t it a bit too simple?
Don't you ever think about it?
No more consideration?
Ruthless person!
This woman is definitely a tough character!
Don't be fooled by its soft appearance, it's black when you cut it open.
Goethe's heart beat again, the shape of the hatchet became more and more obvious, the blade was shining with cold light, and it was trembling continuously. One chop would definitely cut the body in two.
Goethe shuddered inwardly.
"I don't understand Miss Wang's love."
"You're nice, but you're not what I want."
"Besides, I have a wife too. Sorry."
Goethe politely declined.
Without giving Miss Wang a chance to ask further questions, he just pushed the door open and walked out.
I can’t stay here any longer!
If you stay any longer, something bad will happen!
See red!
As red as blood!
Goethe left, but the eldest daughter of the Wang family was still staying in the room.
Uncle Liu turned into a small snake and crawled onto his shoulder.
"Girl, are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"
"It's okay, just cry if you want."
"Don't keep it to yourself."
Uncle Liu comforted the eldest daughter of the Wang family.
Uncle Liu was helpless. If it were another man, he would have used his tail to hit the other man like a spinning top. However, this was Mr. Mo, so he had to call him master.
Force won’t work.
When persuading someone, one must also know when to stop.
There are so many "good men in the world", it would be great if there was one more like him.
I can't say this out loud.
If I say it, I will feel really guilty.
So, Uncle Liu could only say, "Cry if you want to."
Anyway, time will heal everything.
Grandpa Liu has lived for nearly a thousand years, but he has seen many infatuated men and resentful women. At the beginning, their love was passionate, inseparable, and life-and-death.
But what about later?
Most of the time it was calm.
As time goes by, you will forget it.
Those who can’t be forgotten are all dead.
Uncle Liu doesn't want anything to happen to Wang Xiaofeng.
It was not easy to find such a good seedling, and Grandpa Liu planned to train it well. Moreover, Grandpa Liu inexplicably felt that Wang Xiaofeng, who had experienced some things, had the same temper and personality as it did.
Change someone?
Go wherever it’s cooler.
"It's okay, Master Liu."
"I won't cry."
Miss Wang really didn't cry when she said this.
Not only did I not cry, I even laughed.
This look made Uncle Liu's head tingle.
I thought to myself, oh no, could it be that I have hysteria because of too much stimulation?
It can be seen that it is quite common, and when it is stimulated, it really goes crazy.
"Girl, it's okay, it's okay."
"If it doesn't work, I'll risk my reputation and ask Mr. Mo for help."
Uncle Liu said quickly.
"fine."
"Uncle Liu, I'm really fine."
"I just think Mr. Mo is a responsible man. He has a wife at home, so he won't get involved with other people. He is much better than those people who appear to be righteous on the surface but are full of thieves and prostitutes behind the scenes."
"I, Wang Xiaofeng, must strive to get such a good man."
The eldest lady of the Wang family said this in a resounding voice.
That look was indescribably firm.
Uncle Liu looked at him and wagged his tail, but finally said nothing.
What did you say?
I met someone who was stubborn.
It's useless to say anything.
It’s better to think about it and think about what to do if nothing works in the end.
A man and a snake were thinking in the room.
Goethe immediately left the house and ran to the front of the village.
At this time, snow started falling again.
Not big, just a little windy.
The snow fell on people's faces and felt cold.
As Goethe walked, he sighed in his heart.
That's so annoying.
I thought to myself, I didn’t provoke her?
Goethe asked himself, then shook his head. It was hard to explain.
He began to divert his attention.
【Returning Home】is completed.
This profession instantly reached the fifth level. In addition to the growth of mental skills and physical strength, it also had the specialty [Returning Home in Glory].
The characteristics of [Returning Home in Glory] are very simple. First, it will upgrade [Traveling Clothes] by two levels, reaching the level of 'absolute'. Second, it can heal oneself in a very short time.
After treatment, you need to use 'money' to recharge.
"Returning home in glory?"
"It's really a great return home."
"When driving back, you have to walk around the ditch. The villagers who help pull the car must accidentally open the trunk to reveal all kinds of New Year's goods. When you leave, you must give Huazi."
Goethe thought as he walked.
There is no malice, just a sense of simplicity.
I used to think it was boring, but now I feel that maybe this is what life is like.
It's noisy, but also lively.
What do people want?
quiet?
That’s not the case. Being quiet and peaceful at ordinary times is a life attitude.
The New Year and other festivals should be lively.
Otherwise it would be unpopular.
Maybe it's this popularity that's the goal.
The atmosphere of fireworks brought by popularity?
That may be the case.
Goethe himself was not sure, and it was hard to say. He shook his head again and looked towards Lao Li's house. At this time, Lao Li and his two sons were busy in the yard.
Li Changhai and Li Fugui moved the table out, covered it with red paper, and started writing.
It's not a couplet.
It is the ancestral tablet.
But these characters are so twisted and crooked, like a dog crawling.
Snap! Snap!
Old Li couldn't bear it any longer and kicked one of them on the butt.
"When you were studying, you only knew how to skip classes and slack off, but now even writing an ancestral tablet is so ugly?"
"What is this?"
"If it wasn't New Year's Eve today, I would have beaten both of you."
Old Li cursed.
Li Changhai and Li Fugui just laughed.
This happens every year.
The brothers were used to it.
The scolding and the beating are over.
Still father and son, no difference.
"Mr. Mo, you are here. Come in and sit down. I will make you some tea."
"You two should write well and offer it to me later."
Old Li invited Goethe into the house.
Finally, he did not forget to scold Li Changhai and Li Fugui.
Li Changhai and Li Fugui nodded repeatedly.
The two of them were not just doing it perfunctorily, they really didn't have the ability and their level was just that. They wrote very seriously and sweat broke out on their foreheads, but the handwriting was still as bad as dog crawling.
Two years ago, Li Changhai suggested asking a carpenter to write a few words for the tablet, and then finding a good carpenter to make a tablet.
It also saves time and effort.
But as soon as he said this, he was beaten up by Lao Li.
Really fight.
Li Changhai crawled on the kang for five days before he felt better.
Later, I didn’t dare to mention it anymore.
I can only grit my teeth and write it every year.
"Come on, Mr. Mo, get on the pit."
"I'll get you some peanuts and sunflower seeds."
After a busy period, Lao Li finally sat down opposite Goethe.
The two of them were sitting on the fire pit of Old Li's house, which was covered with a layer of tarpaulin. They didn't have to take off their shoes. When they went to sleep at night, they just wiped it with a cloth and spread out the bedding.
Goethe looked through the window at the side and watched Li Changhai and Li Fugui writing.
"Mr. Mo, are you curious as to why I let two bastards write the tablet instead of making one myself?"
Old Li spoke with a smile.
"Why?"
Goethe was indeed curious.
Old Li spoke while peeling peanuts.
"In the early years, my family was poor and I didn't dare to think about it."
"Later, when I had the money and conditions to open one, I didn't let him do it. That was a few years ago. My shop was just becoming popular, but the family of Manager Wang in the shop next door fell into decline."
"The Wang couple and Old Wang worked hard to run the candy shop, and their business is pretty good."
"But the son of Mr. and Mrs. Wang is a prodigal."
"He has no idea of ​​the hardship of being a parent, he just drinks and spends money. At first, it was just a small fight, but later someone set him up, and he lost his shop and old house in one night."
"It's written in black and white, and signed."
"The Wang couple and old Wang had no choice but to give up their family business for the sake of their son."
"The rascal was redeemed, but he had no money in his pocket. All the people who used to follow him left, leaving only his parents. After what he had experienced, the rascal finally came to his senses and started making and selling sugar again with his parents. They were about to see their lives getting better , but that year an epidemic suddenly broke out in the city. Shopkeeper Wang and his wife, as well as Old Shopkeeper Wang, could not resist and died."
"That kid cried while writing the tablet for his parents, and when he wrote the tablet for his grandfather, he cried even harder."
"That kid forgot his grandfather's name."
At this point, Lao Li took a deep puff of his pipe, looking dissatisfied.
"And then?"
Goethe continued to ask.
"I slapped myself three times, yelling that I was not a human being and that I had forgotten my roots. Then, I knelt down in front of my old neighbor and asked what my grandfather's name was."
"I got it. I wrote it down. I collected all the money and bought three thin-skinned coffins to bury my parents and grandpa."
“It’s still pretty nice.”
When Old Li said this, his complexion looked a little better, but there was still a gloom in his eyes.
Goethe knew that this filial son and grandson would not end up well.
Sure enough, Lao Li continued.
"Maybe it was because his parents and grandfather were gone, and the blow was too great, or maybe it was his nature that came back. This kid went gambling again, and this time he not only lost all his family fortune, but also his life."
"I was tied up by several thugs from the casino, put into a sack, filled with stones, and thrown into the Liu River."
"During the whole process, he didn't make a sound, but smiled."
"The next year, the aquatic plants grew luxuriantly."
As Old Li spoke, he looked at Li Changhai and Li Fugui again.
There was worry and fear in his eyes.
In an instant, Goethe understood Lao Li's intention.
Old Li was worried that no one would take care of Li Changhai and Li Fugui after his death.
What’s more frightening is that the two of them repeated the mistakes of the Wang family’s shopkeeper.
That’s why they were asked to write the ancestral tablets themselves.
It doesn't matter if the writing is ugly.
At least he knew who his ancestors were.
I also know that I have to be a little cautious.
"You must be saying that a lot."
Goethe said with a smile.
"Mumbling?"
"Just talking won't work, you have to fight."
"After the beating of the hands, whip with the soles of the shoes, and then use the horse whip."
"My hands are swollen, the soles of two pairs of shoes are broken, and three horse whips are broken."
Lao Li shares his parenting experience.
Very simple.
Moreover, it is practical.
“Is it almost time now?”
Goethe pointed out the window.
"Almost."
"All I need is to find them wives and give them children, so that I can enjoy a peaceful and peaceful life."
Old Li took a puff of his pipe, his face full of hope, as if the scene had already appeared in his mind.
The house is full of children and grandchildren, planting flowers and vegetables in spring, enjoying the cool breeze and chatting in summer, picking dates with poles in autumn, and sweeping snow and working together in winter.
Goethe listened to Lao Li's murmurs.
This scene also appeared in my eyes.
His heart started beating again.
It’s [Returning Home. Reunion]!
The sixth-level career has taken a big step forward. Although it is not yet complete, it is more than halfway there.
Goethe's mood suddenly improved.
Old Li looked at Goethe's smiling face and started laughing too.
The two drank tea and chatted. When Li Changhai and Li Fugui had finished writing the tablets, Old Li stood the ancestral tablets under the chimney of the kang, lit incense, and placed fruits and snacks.
"Go, deliver the tribute to your grandmother."
In the morning, I burn incense on the godmother tree.
This formation is for placing tributes.
When setting off firecrackers at night, you have to serve a plate of dumplings.
Not only tonight, but also on the first and fifth mornings of the New Year, you have to serve plates of dumplings, as well as on the fifteenth and second days of February.
Brothers Li Changhai and Li Fugui left the village carrying the tribute.
At this time, every household is almost busy.
Lao Liu and Sixth Aunt arrived first.
Both hands were holding things, and on her shoulder was a large door panel that served as a tabletop.
Goethe looked on in amazement.
Under normal circumstances, two people might not be able to lift this large door panel, but Aunt Six lifted it up by herself, holding a jar of sorghum wine in her other hand.
That jar was filled with at least thirty kilograms of wine.
When walking, it is steady and smooth without any shaking.
It can be said that he was born with supernatural powers.
On the other hand, Lao Liu held a chicken in his left hand and a goose in his right hand, and he was out of breath after walking every two steps.
This body is really not good.
Goethe watched from the side without saying anything, but Lao Li was so mean, he just opened his mouth and said -
"Old Six, if the cow plows the land too much, it will easily die of exhaustion."
"What are you doing? Help me."
Lao Liu handed the prepared chicken and goose to Lao Li, then he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Mr. Mo, we're here."
"Just arrived."
"Come on, let's go back to the house and take a rest. I'll do the work for you, so it won't delay anything."
Lao Liu greeted them and pulled Goethe into the house.
Soon, all the men in the village except those on guard and patrol arrived.
When Li Changhai and Li Fugui came back, three large round tables and one small table were already filled with cold dishes.
The three large round tables still have the same people.
Sitting at the small table were Old Wang, the eldest daughter of the Wang family, and Huang Dangdang, her mother. Moreover, the small table was in the room on one side, separated from the middle room.
No one said anything more.
Although the hospitality is warm and friendly, there is indeed a gap.
Mr. Li can let go, but others may not.
No one can eat well if they are put together, so it is better to separate them so that no one is disturbed.
Having learned from the previous experience, everyone held back when drinking tonight.
But we can’t get drunk without even having the chance to eat dumplings.
During the meal, everyone drank slowly and talked about interesting things.
That’s what the Chinese New Year is all about.
After a busy year, we finally get together.
Complete relaxation and rest.
When there are many people around, when people are talking and when things are lively, time passes very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was just before midnight.
The dumplings are starting to cook.
Start pasting couplets.
The two hundred shots of red earth were also laid out.
Li Changhai took the incense and moved forward.
Hiss—Snap, snap, snap!
The firecrackers went off crisply, and Lao Li shouted with a smile.
“Happy New Year!”