Calamity Crown

Chapter 394: New Year's Eve!

The language is not amazing and endless.

Goethe was taken aback.

Good guy!

I call it a good guy!

There are still such beautiful things in the world... Pooh, no, no, there are still such wonderful things in the world.

Goethe looked at Miss Wang's family.

The eldest lady looked serious, obviously not joking.

"Mr. Mo, do you know?"

"It's been three years since my father passed away."

"I've never been more grounded than I am right now."

Miss Wang's fingers were twirling the ends of her hair, and the red rope on the braid kept spinning, as if dancing with the wind, light and beautiful, and Miss Wang's voice was full of memories.

Nothing new.

Even when the father passed away, the people outside stood around like wolves, eager to bite off a piece of meat.

Facing family property, family members look at their relatives like they look at enemies, and they can't wait to take a bite of the flesh.

Wang Xiaofeng backed down.

A lot of pieces of meat were bitten off, and the Wang family's property shrank by more than half. She thought that this would bring about a stable life like before, and everyone could be kind.

But the eldest lady forgot a word: insatiable greed.

How can anyone go to eat fast and chant Buddha after seeing a bloody tiger?

impossible.

have?

Absolutely a liar.

Tricked you to feed the tiger.

Your bones are gone.

He got the tiger skin.

"I was such a stupid person back then, I almost died... No, if Uncle Wang hadn't risked his life to save me, I would have died long ago, and you have saved me in a real sense."

Miss Wang Jiada stared at Goethe with piercing eyes.

"You are grateful."

Goethe emphasized.

"No!"

"is love!"

Miss Wang's family emphasized, her small face was full of refusal.

"Do you know what love is?"

Goethe asked back.

The topic was broad at once.

Or rather, there is no answer.

what is love?

Most people can't tell, they can only say one or two sentences vaguely and vaguely, which are still appropriate, even far-fetched, so that countless people sing about love.

why?

No one knows, so it's easy to start.

Anyway, no one knows, what I say is what.

In Goethe's "hometown", people from Wuyang Wuyang wrote and filmed.

What?

no the same?

That is, you don't know 'love'.

'Love' can be sacred, holy, dark, and selfish.

Of course, it can also be a verb.

Once 'love' has a verb, it's different.

Everyone will be united like never before.

learning materials.

rich theory.

Keen to practice.

Often feel ashamed to ask.

And the atmosphere is good.

In short, 'love' is complicated, and Goethe doesn't think that Miss Wang can tell everything.

As long as you can't say it, it's easy to handle.

Look, you don't understand yourself, go back and think about it.

If the words are so round, it will be round.

You can't stay anymore.

I'm quiet again.

Goethe thought beautifully, but as soon as he asked this, a gleam of light shone in Miss Wang's never-moving gaze, which was unprecedentedly bright.

Still firm.

Goethe felt a little faint immediately.

And the following words made Goethe even more guilty.

"Other people want a bright matchmaker to marry me. First, they have to be in my eyes, and second, they have to be a good match. But if they want to marry me, I will kill him at night when he is asleep. I will not even be able to live with the family he is in love with. But Mr. Mo, you don't want to marry me." Similarly, you don't need a medium to marry me, as long as I am a child, I am willing, without any complaints—this, it is love!"

I love your mother selling twists and turns!

Looking at the blushing Miss Wang, Goethe felt a cold wind blowing down his spine.

The man next to the pillow wielding a knife, is that all he said?

Exterminate the whole family, is that what you said?

Is it too simple?

Don't you think about it?

Stop thinking about it?

Ruthless!

This woman is definitely a ruthless character!

Don't look at the soft and weak, the cliff is black when cut.

Goethe's [heart] was beating again, and the shape of the hatchet became more and more obvious. The blade shone coldly and trembled endlessly, and it would definitely break the body in two.

Goethe shuddered.

"I don't understand Miss Wang's love."

"You're fine too, but not what I want."

"And, I also have a wife, sorry."

Goethe politely declined.

Without giving Miss Wang a chance to ask questions, she just opened the door and went out.

Can't wait!

If you stay any longer, something will happen!

See red!

Bloody red!

Goethe left, Miss Wang is still staying in the house.

Uncle Liu turned into a little snake again and climbed onto his shoulder.

"Girl, are you a little uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, just cry twice if you want to cry."

"Don't hold it in your heart."

Uncle Liu comforted Miss Wang.

Uncle Liu is out of luck, if it were another man, he would have given him a spinning top with his tail long ago, but this is Mr. Mo, so he has to be called Ye.

Force will not work.

Persuasion, also have to grasp a little degree.

There are so many "good men in the world" like him, and there will be no one without him.

This is absolutely unspeakable.

Having said that, that would be a shame.

Therefore, Uncle Liu can only say that if you want to cry, you can cry.

Anyway, time heals everything.

Uncle Liu has lived for almost a thousand years, but he has seen many idiots complaining about men and women. At that time, it was called love, and it was hard to separate.

But at the back?

Mostly calm.

As time goes by, I forget about it.

Those who cannot be forgotten are all dead.

Uncle Liu didn't want anything to happen to Wang Xiaofeng.

After finally finding such a good seedling, Uncle Liu plans to cultivate it well. Moreover, Uncle Liu inexplicably feels that Wang Xiaofeng, who has experienced things, has the same temper and personality as him.

Change someone?

Where to cool off.

"It's okay, Uncle Liu."

"I do not cry."

Miss Wang really didn't cry when she said this.

Not only did not cry, but also laughed.

This appearance made Uncle Liu's hair go numb.

If the heart is broken, it can't be caused by too much stimulation and hysteria, right?

It can only see a lot, and when it is stimulated, it will really go crazy.

"Girl, it's okay, it's okay."

"It really doesn't work. I'll show my old face and ask Mr. Mo to go."

Uncle Liu said quickly.

"fine."

"Uncle Liu, I'm really fine."

"I just think that Mr. Mo is a responsible and good man. With a wife in his family, he will stop contaminating others. He is much better than those who are sanctimonious on the surface, but secretly full of male thieves and female prostitutes."

"I, Wang Xiaofeng, must win such a good man."

Miss Wang said loudly.

Those eyes, indescribably determined.

Uncle Liu watched and shook his tail, but finally said nothing.

say what?

I ran into someone who admitted to death.

It's useless to say anything.

It's better to think about it, what should I do if it doesn't work in the end.

One person and one snake pondering in the room.

Goethe left the house and ran to the front of the village.

It was snowing again at this time.

Not big, a little windy.

The snow fell on people's faces and it was cold.

Goethe sighed inwardly as he walked.

That's annoying.

Do you think I didn't provoke her?

Goethe asked himself, then shook his head, unable to explain the matter clearly.

He began to divert his attention.

[Homecoming. Homecoming] completed.

This profession has reached the fifth level in an instant. Apart from the increase in mental skills and body, it is the specialty [Returning Home].

The characteristics of [Returning to the Homeland] are very simple. One is to upgrade [You Ziyi] by two levels, reaching the level of 'absolute', and the other is to heal yourself in a very short time.

After treatment, you need to use 'money' to recharge.

"Homecoming?"

"It's really homecoming."

"When driving back, you have to walk around the ditch. The folks who help pull the car have to accidentally open the trunk to reveal all kinds of New Year's goods. When you leave, you have to give it to Huazi."

Goethe thought as he walked.

There is no malice, just a sense of simplicity.

I used to feel very boring, but now I feel that life may be like this.

Noisy, but also lively.

What are the people trying to figure out?

quiet?

That's not it, usually quiet, that's the attitude of life.

The Chinese New Year holidays must be lively.

Otherwise, there is no popularity.

Maybe it's the popularity of the picture.

Fireworks brought by popularity?

Maybe so.

Goethe himself was not sure about it, and it was hard to say. He shook his head again, and looked at Lao Li's room. At this time, Lao Li and his two sons were busy working in the small courtyard.

Li Changhai and Li Fugui moved the table out, covered it with red paper, and wrote.

Not couplets.

It is the tablet of ancestors.

It's just that the word is twisted and twisted, like a dog crawling.

Snapped! Snapped!

Lao Li couldn't stand it anymore, and one of them kicked his ass.

"When I was studying, I knew how to skip class to herd sheep. Now it's ugly to write an ancestor tablet?"

"what is this?"

"If it weren't for the New Year's Eve today, I would definitely smoke both of you."

Lao Li cursed and cursed.

Li Changhai and Li Fugui laughed.

Have to come to this show every year.

The brothers have long been used to it.

The scolding is over, the beating is over.

Still father and son, no difference.

"Mr. Mo, you are here, come and sit in the room, I will make you tea."

"You two write it well, and I will enshrine it to me in a while."

Lao Li greeted Goethe into the house.

At the end, don't forget to reprimand Li Changhai and Li Fugui.

Li Changhai and Li Fugui nodded repeatedly.

The two of them are really not perfunctory, they are really not capable, and their level is like this. They wrote seriously, their foreheads are sweating, and the words they write are still like dogs crawling.

In the past two years, Li Changhai also suggested not to ask a husband to write a letter, but also to find a good carpenter to make a memorial tablet.

It also saves time and effort.

But as soon as he said this, he was beaten up by Lao Li Yitong.

Really hit.

Li Changhai climbed on the kang for five days before he got better.

Later, I didn't dare to mention this anymore.

I can only bite the bullet and write every year.

"Come on, Mr. Mo, go to the pit."

"I'll grab some peanuts and melon seeds for you."

After Lao Li got busy, he sat opposite Goethe.

The two of them sat in the fire pit of Lao Li's house, which was covered with a layer of linoleum, and they didn't need to take off their shoes. When they slept at night, they just wiped it with a cloth and spread out the bedroll.

Goethe watched Li Changhai and Li Fugui write through the window on the side.

"Mr. Mo, are you curious why I asked two bastards to write a tablet instead of making one myself?"

Old Li smiled.

"Why?"

Goethe was indeed curious.

Lao Li opened his mouth while peeling the peanuts.

"In the early years, my family was poor, so I didn't dare to think about it."

"Later, when I had money, I was able to make one, but I didn't let it. It was a few years ago. My shop had just become popular, but the shopkeeper Wang's family in the shop next door was in decline."

"The shopkeeper Wang and his wife and the old shopkeeper Wang have been working on the sugar shop from dawn to dusk, and the business is good."

"But the son of the shopkeeper Wang and his wife is a prodigal son."

"I don't know the hard work of being a father and mother at all. I only know how to drink and spend money. At first, it was a small fight. Later, someone set up a situation and exported my shop and old house in one night."

"In black and white, there are also pictures and inscriptions."

"Boss Wang and old shopkeeper Wang have no choice but to give up their family business for the sake of their son."

"That bastard has redeemed himself, he has no money in his pocket, and all the people who have been with him in the past have dispersed, leaving only his father and mother. After what happened, this kid can be regarded as returning from his lost way, and with his parents We re-made sugar and sold sugar together, and things were about to get better. That year, there was a sudden epidemic in the city, and the shopkeeper Wang and the old shopkeeper Wang couldn't resist, and everyone died."

"The boy cried and wrote tablets for his parents, and when he wrote for his grandfather, he cried even harder."

"That kid, I forgot what my grandfather's name is."

Speaking of this, Lao Li took a deep puff of his cigarette, with a dissatisfied expression on his face.

"and after?"

Goethe continued to ask.

"I slapped myself three big mouths, shouting that I am not human, I have forgotten my ancestors, and then I knelt down in front of my old neighbor and asked my grandfather's name."

"Understood, I wrote it down, pooled up the money, bought three thin-skinned coffins, and buried my parents and grandfather."

"It's quite beautiful."

When Lao Li said this, his complexion was slightly better, but there was still shadow in his eyes.

Goethe knew that the fate of this dutiful son and virtuous grandson should not be very good.

Sure enough, Lao Li continued.

"Maybe his parents and grandpa are gone, the blow was too great, or maybe his nature relapsed. This kid went to gamble again. This time, he not only lost all his family fortune, but also lost his own life."

"Bound hands and feet by some thugs from the casino, put a sack in it, filled it with stones, and threw it into the Liu River."

"There was no cry during the whole process, but a smile."

"In the second year, the aquatic plants grew vigorously."

As Lao Li spoke, he looked at Li Changhai and Li Fugui again.

There is worry and fear in the eyes.

In an instant, Goethe understood Lao Li's intentions.

Lao Li was worried that Li Changhai and Li Fugui would be left behind after his death.

What is even more frightening is that the two of them will repeat the mistakes of the shopkeeper boy of the Wang family.

That's why they were asked to write the ancestral tablet by hand.

It doesn't matter if the writing is ugly.

At least he knows who his ancestor is.

I also know that I have to be a little scruples.

"You must be talking about it a lot."

Goethe said with a smile.

"Naming?"

"It's okay to talk about it, you have to fight."

"After the hands are beaten, the soles of the shoes will be whipped, and then the horse whip will be applied."

"Hands are swollen from beating, two pairs of shoe soles are broken, and three horsewhips are broken."

Lao Li shared his parenting experience.

Very plain.

And, practical.

"It's almost there now?"

Goethe pointed out the window.

"about there."

"It's just a matter of finding a daughter-in-law for them. After giving birth to a child, I will be able to enjoy life in peace."

Lao Li took a puff of his pipe and looked hopeful, as if he had already had that image in his mind.

The children and grandchildren are full of children and grandchildren, planting flowers and vegetables in spring, enjoying the cool and gossiping in summer, raising poles to beat jujubes in autumn, and sweeping snow piles in winter.

Goethe listened to Lao Li's murmur.

Such a picture also appeared in the eyes.

His [heart] beat again.

It's [Homecoming. Reunion]!

The sixth-level occupation has moved forward a lot. Although it is not yet complete, it is more than halfway.

Goethe's mood suddenly improved.

Lao Li looked at the smiling Goethe and laughed too.

The two drank tea and chatted, and when Li Changhai and Li Fugui finished writing the tablet, Lao Li put the ancestral tablet under the chimney of the kang, stood it up, burned incense, and put melon and fruit snacks.

"Go, send the tribute to your godmother."

In the morning, I burn incense on the godmother tree.

This array is to give tribute.

When the cannons were set off at night, dumplings had to be served.

Not only tonight, but also on the morning of the first and fifth day of the first day of the new year, dumplings have to be served, and there are also two days on the fifteenth day and the second day of February.

Brothers Li Changhai and Li Fugui left the village carrying the tribute.

At this time, every household is almost busy.

The sixth child and the sixth aunt arrived first.

Both hands are carrying things, and Aunt Six is also carrying a large door panel that serves as a tabletop on her shoulder.

Goethe looked in amazement.

As for the door panel, under normal circumstances neither of them would be able to lift it, but Aunt Six lifted it up alone, with a jar of sorghum wine in the other hand.

The jar contains wine, at least thirty catties.

When you walk, you will not shake or shake, and you will be steady.

It can be called a natural power.

On the other hand, the sixth child has a chicken in his left hand and a goose in his right, panting after walking two steps.

This body is really not good.

Goethe watched from the side and didn't open his mouth. Lao Li's mouth is so damaged. Opening his mouth is——

"Old Six, if you plow too much land with cattle, you will easily die from exhaustion."

"Take care of yourself, what are you doing with the pestle? Help."

Lao Liu said and handed the finished chicken and goose to Lao Li, and then he let out a long sigh.

"Mr. Mo, here we are."

"Just came."

"Let's go, go back to the house, let's have a rest, there is an old lady doing it, and there will be no delay."

The sixth child greeted him and dragged Goethe into the house.

After a while, all the men in the village except guards and patrols arrived.

When Li Changhai and Li Fugui came back, cold dishes had already been placed on the three big round tables and one small table.

The three big round tables were still the same people.

On the small table sat Lao Wang, Miss Wang, and Huang Dangdang, Huang Dangdang's mother, and the small table was still in the side room, separated from the middle room.

No one said much.

Although warm and welcoming, there is indeed a gap.

Lao Li can let go, but others may not.

No one can eat well if they leave a piece, it is better to separate, and no one will be delayed.

With the lessons learned from the past, everyone will put away the drinking tonight.

You can't even get drunk without eating dumplings.

During the banquet, everyone drank slowly and talked about interesting things.

Chinese New Year, isn't that what it is.

After a busy year, we finally got together.

Completely relax and rest.

When there are many people, talking, and excitement, time goes very fast.

In a blink of an eye, it was a quarter before midnight.