Nongmen Space: Farming lady is not easy to mess with

Chapter 173 Make a Promise
When Shu Yingtong took Wei Dafu by the door of Xuemei's house, he glanced in casually, and sighed in his heart that this girl is really coaxing, why won't he be shut out for a few days?
The two hurried through the village towards Wo Niu Mountain in the south, each with a machete to cut through the thorns and bushes blocking the road, and the sun rose to the top of their heads before finding a gentle and sunny hilltop to stop.

Crouching Niu Mountain got its name because it looks like a reclining cow, and the two of them stood in the belly of the cow.There is a higher mountain behind this small hill.

There is a mountain stream passing through not far in front, and the left and right mountains are lower.

There is a photo in the front, a back in the back, and protection on both sides.

"Girl, this land is good, but I've never heard of the cemetery you mentioned." Wei Dafu looked around the surrounding environment with his hands behind his back, with some hesitation on his face.

When the ancestors did the feng shui of the yin house, they talked about a blessing for the descendants. Naturally, they hope that there is only one cemetery around them, so that they can enjoy the surrounding luck exclusively.

The girl came to him and said she was going to see Feng Shui, and the cemetery was mentioned on the way, which is completely unacceptable
Who wants to escape the door after death?
"There are too many people who burn down mountains during the Qingming Festival every year. The unified site selection is convenient for management and sacrifice. Even if there are unowned graves in the future, they will not be dug up by others."

Some people have to climb mountains all day just to sweep the grave, and they must have an excellent memory, otherwise they will not even be able to find the grave.

Since they settled down here, birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable.Since the surrounding hills are to be developed, it is better to plan them in a unified manner.

If she didn't intend to conflict too much with traditional customs, she even wanted to implement the cremation system.

Wei Dafu was caught in a dilemma, because ancestor worship and burning mountains to fight fires did happen from time to time, and some people died because of it.Going forward five or six generations, they really couldn't scan the tombs of those ancestors and couldn't find them.

Shu Yingtong looked down at the bottom of the mountain. When he first came here, the place was in decline and deserted.Now the farmland is well-organized, the ditches are criss-crossed, and the houses are everywhere.

"The real benefit of future generations cannot be changed by a tomb against the sky, but by infrastructure construction and improvement of the immediate poverty. Otherwise, you will not appear here. You also want to be the ancestors of future generations."

The indifferent words gave Wei Dafu a heavy hammer in his heart.

He suddenly woke up.

That's right, they left their hometowns to flee famine and came here, and it is difficult to return to their homeland. Aren't they the first generation of the Kai clan?
In the past, after many villagers died, they helped collect the corpses and buried them together in a big earthen pit. At that time, how could they care about Feng Shui?
What the girl is leading them to do now is something that will truly benefit future generations. The cemetery is the cemetery.

The 22th of the twelfth lunar month.

Aunt Liu, who hadn't had a drop of water for three days, was speechless, her cheeks were sunken severely, and her whole face was filled with gray lifelessness.

There was an unpleasant smell of feces and secretions in the room, an old man's smell.

Qiuyan knelt in front of the kang and held her hands tightly shaking violently, her eyes were red and swollen, she bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from whimpering.

One cannot cry before dying.

Aunt Liu's muddy eyes were fixed on the door, and when she saw a man in a blue jacket and skirt walking in quickly, her eyes lit up slightly, her lips moved a few times, and she hummed from her nasal cavity.

Shu Yingtong sat on the edge of the kang and reached out to hold Aunt Liu's hand. This arm was no longer warm, and when he was dying, his heart could not supply blood to his limbs.

Looking at her expectant eyes, I solemnly said: "I will do my best to protect Qiuyan, and I will also take her marriage into consideration, and will not let her be deceived."

Aunt Liu was worried about this girl who depended on her for life, so she held on until dawn.

She set her eyes on Shu Yingtong's lower abdomen.

Shu Yingtong pursed her lips tightly, and saw that her eyes had started to straighten, she exhaled more air than inhaled, the sound of intermittent breath circling in the nasal cavity like silk strings.

He sighed secretly, "I'm pregnant."

Aunt Liu moved her lips, breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head to one side, her face was serene.

Qiuyan threw herself on her, called mother hoarsely, and suddenly stopped moving.

Shu Yingtong half-supported and half-hugged her to pull her up, and took a deep look at the dark red scar on Aunt Liu's neck, "Sister-in-law Yao, come in with water to wipe yourself and change your shroud, Xuemei help me get Qiuyan out, hurry up!"

There was a lot of crying outside the door, Shu Yingtong and the crying Yao quickly scrubbed Aunt Liu and put on the shroud they had prepared earlier, combed her hair and put on a birthday cap, and put a piece of jade in her mouth.

Let the villagers come in and work together to move the body to the grass that has been set up in the main house.

Cover your face with yellow paper, light a long light under the board, and let people come in and burn the paper.

Set up a coffin, invite a music team, purchase ingredients for funeral banquets, and arrange for people to make Fengshui tombs.

On the day of mourning, many descendants of Nancun volunteered to wear sackcloth and mourning for Aunt Liu who had no children or grandchildren.

But at the time of the first shovel of soil, Shu Yingtong insisted that Qiuyan come by himself.

For four days, Shu Yingtong was too busy to touch the ground for the funeral, road sacrifice, burial, and funeral banquet.

When she returned to the main house at night and sat on the chair, she didn't want to move anymore. She had never held a funeral or attended a funeral.

All things are done together with the old people in the village. If you don't do it, you don't know it. Only after you do it, you find that you are too busy to stop.

No wonder people in the old days hoped to have a full family of children and grandchildren. In the past few days, more than a dozen people have been busy with their duties.

She has to get up to do things before dawn, and she will get up at the third watch for the funeral today.Tired all day, I felt very sleepy when I was free, and fell asleep after washing.

Jing Yunyan also put aside his own business these days to help out, and continued to handle accounts and write letters at night.

When I returned to my room, I found that the door next door was not closed tightly, and there was still light coming through.

Pushing the door open, I found that the person on the bed had fallen asleep, so I blew out the oil lamp for her and prepared to go out.

After thinking about it, he bolted the door, took off his robe and got into bed.

Since she moved here, she assigned him the room next door, and every night she went to bed and locked the door firmly, as if to guard against thieves.

After getting into the bed, she moved her body and leaned over, her cold hands and feet automatically looking for a heat source.

He sighed helplessly, he was afraid of the cold and refused to let him into the room, he was really stubborn.

Wasn't it just that it was almost a good thing to tease her to the flood of spring tide once, half of her clothes were taken off, and he was kicked out of bed.

Pulling open the front of her clothes, she put her icy little hands on her chest to warm her, and smiled with curved lips.

It's hard for a person who doesn't like to lie to say something against his will because of being pregnant for the sake of others.

He hugged her body tightly and sighed sadly. He used to be able to see and hug her every day, but at most he wouldn't give her food.

Since they moved the house, each of them was busy with trivial matters, and they didn't even have many chances to hug him, so they drove him to sleep in a separate room at night.

It's not as good as living in a wooden shed!

When will the life of a monk who abides by the precepts and rules end?
(End of this chapter)