Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

"Uncle, since you mentioned the ancestral grave, let me also say that this time I am here to see grandma and you, and to pay homage to the ancestors. This is the first time I have come to worship the ancestors when I grow up. Unfilial!"

"I don't blame you for this. It must be so far away. It is not easy to come back, and the ancestors will not blame them."

Being far away is not a reason, Wan Feng's guilt comes from the heart.

Chinese people do not believe in gods and are not afraid of ghosts, but the reverence for ancestors runs in their blood.

I don't have to believe in ghosts and ghosts, but I can't forget the kindness of my ancestors.

This is far beyond the comparison of those Western white-skinned and black-skinned people who disrespect their ancestors and ignore their children.

In Wan Feng's perception, races that disrespect their ancestors are semi-finished products that have not yet evolved, which can be proved by the fact that they do not have degenerated hair on their bodies and that they have a body odor that can only be covered up by perfume.

"Is there anything special about worshiping ancestors here?" Naturally, Wan Feng had to ask.

Wan Shuiming looked blank: "There's nothing too particular about it, just offering offerings and burning incense and paper. This has only been developed in the past two years, and I didn't dare to do it before."

"Is there any famous Feng Shui master in the area?"

"Mr. Feng Shui? Why are you looking for him?"

"Find a feng shui master to take a good look at the ancestral graves. Where there are defects, you can rectify them. It seems that our Wanjia has not produced any celebrities or college students. Maybe it is the faults of the ancestral graves, which need to be rectified."

"That's fine, let me think about where there is a Feng Shui watcher nearby."

Wan Shuiming pondered for a while.

Wan Feng was depressed. Could it be that there is no Feng Shui master in this place? If you go back to Hongya and invite a Fengshui master, it will be awesome.

At this time, the old aunt came into the house with a kang table.

"Old Wan, pack up and eat."

When talking, put the kang table on the kang, and naturally you will see the pile of gifts on the top of the kang.

"Brought by my nephew? I said, nephew, you are not authentic. Why do you bring these things to your aunt's house?"

"Haha, aren't there old people and children here?"

"You go to the kang,

I tidy up these things, what's going on with this kang. "

"Everyone get on the kang!" Wan Feng took off his shoes and got on the kang first.

The old aunt took all those things out of town and started serving dishes.

Soon the dishes were served, boiled vermicelli with cabbage and stewed dried beans with potatoes.

Wan Shuiming was a little embarrassed: "The Chinese New Year pigs haven't been killed yet, so I didn't know you were coming, and I didn't prepare anything. Let's just make do with a meal tonight."

Before the words were finished, Third Aunt Wanfeng brought up two plates of canned fish.

Wan Shuiming was puzzled.

"This is brought by my nephew. I borrowed flowers to present Buddha. I opened a few and made up a few dishes."

Then came a few more cans, pork and beef, and two bottles of wine.

Third Uncle Li Yong and He Xiao drank, but Wan Feng and Li Mingdou did not drink, so they poured the wine.

The two children who ran outside to show off came back flushed with cold.

"Dad, elder brother gave me and my younger brother so much money."

Wan Hongxia took out two bills from her pocket and waved them in her hands with a proud face, even though she didn't know money very well.

"I have it too, I have it too." Wan Yan also took money out of his pocket, and took out one with great difficulty.

"Oh, why is there only one left? Sis, have you seen the other one?" Wan Yan said anxiously.

"I didn't see it, it made you lose your ear, idiot!"

Wan Yan, who was called an idiot by her sister, glanced left and right, and was about to cry as soon as her small mouth shrunk.

"Don't cry, don't cry, boys are not allowed to cry casually, why don't you just throw one away, and brother will give you two more."

Wan Feng took out two of them from his pocket and stuffed them into Wan Yan's hand: "Take it well, save it for the good things to buy and don't lose it again."

Wan Hongxia looked at the three tickets in her younger brother's hand and then at the two tickets in her own hand. Although she didn't know the size of the money, she thought that three tickets must be better than two tickets.

Then he looked at Wan Feng pitifully: "Brother, my younger brother has one more card than me."

Wan Feng was amused, she only knew Zhang as the co-author, and her two tickets cost ten yuan, and Wan Yan had two five-yuan tickets out of three, but they were all about the same.

He took another handful of money out of his pocket.

"Let me see how much it is. If you have one card, you get one card. If you have two cards, you get one card. Well, this time it's usually more."

The two children ran out with a shout of joy, and within five minutes they came back with drooping faces, leaning against the wall of the kang, looking at each other and looking at you.

"Huh? You two won't lose it again, right?" Wan Feng asked strangely, there was no reason why he came back like this in five minutes.

"My mother took it and said it was saved for us to spend when we grow up." Wan Hongxia pouted and muttered.

A trick to deceive children that hasn't changed in a thousand years.

Wan Feng smiled: "Come on! Your mother will take it away and eat on the kang. Brother will take you to buy good things tomorrow."

Hearing that the eldest brother took them to buy good things tomorrow, the two children's faces turned cloudy, but they didn't go to the kang.

"My dad said that guests and children at home are not allowed to serve at the table."

"Brother is not an outsider, don't worry about your dad's tricks, come up."

Wan Feng bent down and carried Wan Yan onto the kang, and then pulled Wan Hongxia onto the kang.

Wan Feng hugged Wan Yan between his legs, and put a piece of canned fish into his hand.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious, I've never eaten something so delicious." Wan Yan's face was filled with happiness, and tears of happiness fell down.

"Eat more if it tastes good."

Children have small stomachs and forget their troubles quickly. Soon the two children finished their meal and ran out again in a daze.

"Old nephew, I just remembered. There is a Fengshui master in Zhangcun Commune who is very famous in Changtu County. Unfortunately, the people who invite him are all officials and rich people. We may not be able to invite him."

After drinking half of the wine, Wan Shuiming remembered that there is no one who can read Fengshui.

"As long as there is, you can take me to see it tomorrow, is it far?"

"It's not too far away. The village where Feng Shui lives is just between two communal communities, and it's only about twenty miles away from us."

More than twenty miles, how to go? Cycling?

I won't freeze to death riding that thing this winter.

"Are there any small cars in the commune at the front? For example, three-wheeled 130 or something?"

Wan Shuiming shook his head: "I know that there are two families with four-wheelers, but I haven't heard about the rest."

If you can't even call a taxi, how about hiring a tractor?

Thinking of the feeling that his intestines would come out from being a four-wheeler, Wan Feng quickly denied the idea.

"Aren't there any small passenger cars up here?"

It stands to reason that in 1985 there were already small passenger cars.

At that time, the small passenger car was not much bigger than the miniature car of later generations. It could seat seven or eight people.

It is also a hundred and eighty miles from the front to the long map, and it is also possible to raise small customers.

Why continue to shake his head: "No!"

This is no fun, so I can only hire a tractor.