Rebirth: Life Optimization Panel

Chapter 155
Han Jing looked at the things she had already bought, and muttered: "Rice, noodles, cabbage..."

In addition, there are some daily necessities.

After confirming that there was nothing missing, she said, "It's all ready, let's go, let's go home!"

Jiang Chengwen was carrying something and asked, "How should I go?"

Han Jing said: "It's a massage."

On the streets of Xiaodu Town, there are often motorcycle masters staying there, and they can take you back when you get in the car.

In fact, the distance is not too far, but it is indeed a bit difficult to walk with such a big bag, and it is always more convenient to take a motorcycle.

The two of them came to the intersection, and several Mo's masters were waiting for their business. Seeing the two people carrying big bags and small bags, they asked, "Do you want to go?"

Han Jing asked, "Huang Bao, are you going?"

"Two yuan per person," said Mo's master.

The motorcycle under him is also an old-fashioned Suzuki, red and black, very eye-catching.

Han Jing turned to look at Jiang Chengwen and said, "Let's go, dog."

Jiang Chengwen said: "To be honest, I haven't felt this kind of friction yet."

"Absolutely fast!" Han Jing said.

Then the two got into the car, Jiang Chengwen was holding a box in his left hand, and Han Jing's salute in his right hand.

Han Jing, on the other hand, sat at the back with rice and vegetables.

With such a posture, if caught in Nancheng, he would be caught in the police station, but in the countryside of this era, few people care about it.

"Go, master!" Han Jing said.

"Sit down."

The master copied a dialect, stepped on the left foot, and twisted the accelerator.

"Buzzing..."

boom!
A little black smoke came out from the exhaust port of the motorcycle, and after a jolt, the motorcycle was on the road.

Under the oppression of such large and small bags, the master can still maintain the balance of the motorcycle, and his face does not change. I think it has been driven for many years.

Jiang Chengwen was a little worried, feeling as if the car was about to turn over.

Han Jing said: "It's not exciting!"

Jiang Chengwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Sit down, don't move around in the back, if it turns over, we will have to go to the hospital."

Hearing this, the driver in front of the car said loudly, "Don't worry! I haven't turned it over after decades of driving!"

"Boom boom boom..."

With that said, the master slammed the accelerator again.

Mo's speed is a little faster.

Jiang Chengwen couldn't help but sweat.

To be honest, he had never been so worried in his previous life when he drove close to 200 yards on their locomotive.

There are three people on a motorcycle, and there are nearly [-] catties of things in the hand.

This small town is really fierce!

The motorcycle went straight all the way, and then turned into a small road on the side of the road, and kept going along this small road. When it got to the back, the road was getting worse and worse. They were all yellow mud roads. Fortunately, it didn't rain. , otherwise you may not be able to run over.

Amidst the roar of motorcycles, Jiang Chengwen and Han Jing also arrived at their destination.

Huangbao Village!
Mo's master stopped the car, turned his head and said, "Here we are."

Han Jing got out of the car and took out a wallet from her pocket, handed over five yuan, and the master found one for her.

Mo's master said: "Do you want to leave a phone number? You can come to pick it up when you come out."

"Leave it alone," Han Jing said.

Then save a number.

Han Jing and Jiang Chengwen stood on the side of the road, watching the black smoke rising from the rear of the motorcycle accompanied by the roar and going away.

Jiang Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's really thrilling."

Han Jing patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's all trivial. When I came back, they dared to drive [-] or more on this kind of road. The technology is good."

Jiang Chengwen stretched out his thumb and said, "Niu X."

It's a real cow!

More than 70 yards is not scary, what is scary is that such a yellow mud road drives more than 70 yards.

"I'll carry something."

Han Jing said, and then walked in with Jiang Chengwen carrying the big and small bags.

Huangbao Village is very small, surrounded by mountains and forests.

Han Jing led him into the country road, then went around and stopped in front of an old wooden house.

The old house is a bit like a house in ancient times. It is all made of wood. The middle is like an ancestral hall, which is dedicated to the king, relatives and teachers. It is empty. There are two rooms, one is the firewood room and the other is the kitchen. The whole is in the shape of "乁" and the yard is in the middle.

There is a large yard at the entrance of the house, and there is a tall orange tree at the far edge of the yard.

The yard is made of cement, but there are still many weeds growing out of the cracks.

"Is this it?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

"Correct."

Han Jing stepped forward, then took out the key and opened the locked door.

The door was locked with the kind of locks bought in the hardware store.

It is bound on the wooden door again, if someone wants to come in, they can kick it open, but even so, no one patronizes this place.

"Squeak..."

There was a rustling sound of wood when the door was opened.

"Cover your mouth and nose." Han Jing reminded.

Jiang Chengwen followed Han Jing into the inside. As soon as he entered the door, there was a heavy smell of rotten wood, plus smoke and dust when the door was opened.

Han Jing tugged at the thread hanging on the side.

Those old-fashioned pull-cord lights.

"Clap."

The lights in the house came on.

Han Jing snorted and said in surprise, "Can this lamp still work?"

Jiang Chengwen looked into the room. There was a wooden bed covered with straw to increase its softness. There was also a table and a few low stools stacked together.

Han Jing fanned the dust and said, "It's a lot less dust than the last time I came back, not bad."

Jiang Chengwen looked at the layout of the room and said, "It feels pretty good."

"Really?" Han Jing was a little surprised: "I thought you wouldn't be able to stand such an environment."

Jiang Chengwen said: "My grandparents and grandparents used to live in such a wooden house, and I would go back to play every New Year."

Han Jing froze for a moment and said, "I never heard you mention it."

Jiang Chengwen said: "My parents came from the countryside, and they settled down in Nancheng after their family got richer. They originally wanted to take all the old people over, but they didn't agree."

The elderly will regard the land under their feet as their roots, where the deepest memory of their life is preserved, so even if there are thousands of possibilities, they will not be willing to leave here .

Han Jing said: "The old man is not willing to leave."

Jiang Chengwen put the things on the table and said, "That's right, I didn't mention this matter after that."

Han Jing asked: "Where is your hometown, that dog?"

Jiang Chengwen said: "There is a small county called Xiushui on the southern border of Yunan. It takes about six or seven to disappear by car from Nancheng. It is a place at the junction of three provinces."

Han Jing had never heard of this place, so she asked, "What is it like?"

Jiang Chengwen said: "I can't describe it. It's a little more remote than your place, but if you want to talk about it in more detail, the story in "Border Town" is about a place called Hong'an."

Han Jing moved out two footstools, and the two sat down in the middle of the lobby.

At a glance, there are layers of mountains, as if the landscape paintings under the pen and ink are presented in front of your eyes.

Between the mountains and forests, you can still see the clouds and smoke in the form of filaments, fluttering with the breeze between the mountains.

Han Jing looked away and said, "Do you think this place is beautiful, Gouzi?"

"Of course." Jiang Chengwen said: "Southern Chongqing has the most mountains and rivers, but the mountains and waters in each place are different, but if you really want to get up, I still think it is not as beautiful as you."

Sitting on the stool, Han Jing straightened her legs, pinched his waist, and said, "You can say it."

Jiang Chengwen smiled and put his arm around her shoulder.

After the two rested for a while, Han Jing got up and walked to the room on the right side of the lobby.

After taking the key to open the door, I found some remaining incense candles and yellow paper from inside.

"Do you want to burn paper to worship God?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

Han Jing said: "Yes, after all, it's been a long time since I came back. Grandpa said before that if I want to come back one day after I go out, the first thing I do when I enter the door is to burn paper and offer incense."

Jiang Chengwen got up and followed her to the middle of the lobby.

There is a plaque hanging on the wooden wall in the middle of the lobby, and there is a small layer above it, with an incense burner in the middle, and there are many burnt incense sticks in it, which are almost full.

Jiang Chengwen also met in his hometown.

As for the remaining roots in this incense burner, some are several rounds older than his age.

Han Jing separated the yellow paper one by one, and then found a lighter in the kitchen. The lighter was rusty, and it took a long time to ignite it.

The yellow paper was burning on the ground, and she took out three joss sticks and lit them with fire.

Get up and worship three times, go forward and insert the incense candle into the incense burner.

Jiang Chengwen was watching from the sidelines. There are rules, and he, an outsider, cannot worship him.

Han Jing said: "I still have to worship the land."

After that, I took the incense sticks and incense paper to the land in the yard stacked with four drill bits.

It is also burned on paper for incense.

After Han Jing finished, she said, "There is still under the eaves."

Jiang Chengwen helped her carry the things to the eaves.

Han Jing burned it very carefully this time, and burned more than half of the remaining yellow paper here.

She separated them one by one and put them in the fire one by one.

The bright firelight illuminated her side face, revealing the unconcealable look in her eyes.

Jiang Chengwen asked: "I can understand both the lobby and the land, but what does it mean under the eaves?"

Han Jing said: "Burn it to the elders who passed away."

Jiang Chengwen understood and didn't ask any more questions.

Han Jing took out the joss stick and lit it with the lit paper money, bowed down three times and stuck it in the crack of the eaves.

Then she picked up some remaining incense paper.

Throw them in one after another.

"Dog." Han Jing looked up at him.

Jiang Chengwen met her gaze.

Han Jing handed the remaining yellow paper to him.

"Can I?" Jiang Chengwen asked, probably a little out of order.

Han Jing looked at him and said, "Others can't, but you can."

Jiang Chengwen paused.

He took the yellow paper and put it inside one by one.

The flame rose, illuminating half of the cheeks of the two of them.

I am afraid that only those who understand this custom can understand what this means.

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PS: I have some chores today, let’s just make do with it, woo woo woo, it’s not that I don’t want to change it, it’s that I really don’t have time.

Broken bowl~
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