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Chapter 12 Spring at Qifeng Ridge

Shen Shi has passed, and the sun has set on the mountainside.

When the convoy full of grain, cloth, and pork entered the village, it immediately caused a sensation.

Standing beside the bullock cart, Yang Youtian was equally astonished, and he didn't understand what was going on until Yang Dalang stepped forward and explained to him.

"Brother Chu" Yang Youtian took the initiative to walk to Chen Chu's side, and wanted to say something but finally turned into a sigh.

Indeed, Xiaoge Chen became a family heirloom to exchange food for everyone, even if he said a few words of thanks, it seemed pale.

"Uncle Yang, there's no need to be like this. If it wasn't for you and other uncles to help out these few days, our family would have been hungry." After Chen Chu finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the boiling crowd in the village, and said, "The situation in the village, uncle." Most clearly, Uncle Bu decides to divide the food. But we have to have a full meal tonight, and I heard from Da Lang that the soup cakes made by Aunt Yang are a must."

"Haha, I'll arrange it."

Yang Youtian smiled heartily, turned around and walked into the crowd with a few simple instructions, and the villagers immediately took action.

The men all went to the battle to carry the food, the children couldn't help drooling around the pork, but the women's eyes were all focused on the three new cloths.

Brother Yao Sanbian and the others circled around the newly bought scalper, parted the cow's lip to look at the mouth of the teeth, and stretched out their hands to touch the scalper's strong buttocks.

It's more flirtatious than touching a mother-in-law.

After the grain was put into the warehouse, someone began to wash the stone mill and prepare to grind the flour.

The women moved their chopping boards to the open space in the village and lined up in a row, waiting for the wheat to be ground before rolling out soup cakes and steaming buns
Aunt Yang wielded two kitchen knives, and the foreleg meat removed from the whole slab of pork was chopped into fine minces in a short while.

This is for topping soup cakes.

The "aggressive" sound of kitchen knives touching the chopping board, the joyful cheers of children, and the whispering voices of women excitedly talking about cloth all interweave in the air above the escaped household village, converging into a soothing and harmonious noise.

"It's been a long time since I saw my father so energetic." Yang Dalang looked sideways for a long time before smiling.

Chen Chu, who was sitting next to him, was playing with a wine jug that could hold five catties of wine. He lifted the mud seal and smelled it, but he had no intention of drinking it.

This is also bought in the county today.

"Wine is for drinking, but only for birds?" Yang Dalang snatched the wine from Chen Chu's hand, and took a sip with his head raised.

The place where the two sat side by side was the cliff on the east side of the fleeing household village.

Qifengling is three hundred miles away from Tongbai Mountain to the west, but to the east is a large plain.

Overlooking the past, the setting sun is dim and the dusk is heavy.

"Here." Yang Dalang handed the wine back.

Chen Chu took a sip of the pot, the taste was sour, he couldn't help saying 'Sha', and said: "Tell me, tell me about the history of our village."

Hearing that Chen Chu used the word 'we', Yang Dalang also laughed, then turned his head to look north, and said slowly: "Six years ago, the Jin people occupied Tangzhou. My father led a group of brothers to form the Loyalty Society, deal with gold
Later, the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty ceded Tangzhou and ordered the army to withdraw to the south.My father didn't want to be a fake Qi Shunmin, so he led a few old brothers from the Zhongyi Society to Qifengling, and became what others called escaped households."

This answer was not far from Chen Chu's conjecture. He handed the wine jar to Yang Dalang, and asked again: "What is the relationship between you and Captain Zhang we met at the city gate today?"

Yang Dalang took the wine, smiled and said, "That's brother Zhang Bao, who is a few years older than me. My father rescued him from the dead. Mother took care of him for more than half a year. Since then, he has also called my mother Mother. .”

"Since that's the case, why did Zhang's elder brother vote for Puppet Qi?" Chen Chu asked curiously.

Yang Dalang smiled and said nothing, as if he didn't want to talk about it.

Seeing him like this, Chen Chu stopped asking, but changed the question: "Since Uncle Yang doesn't want to be a fake Qi Shunmin, why didn't he take you to the Zhou Dynasty in the south?"

Speaking of this, Yang Dalang finally stopped laughing all day long, and said leisurely: "Father said, our Yang family lived here for generations, after we all escaped, who will provide food and clothing for our ancestors? After we all escaped, this place can still be regarded as our hometown." Is it off? Someone has to stay."

Chen Chu, who was born in a peaceful world, couldn't help feeling a little bit when he heard the words.

Thinking about it, Huaxia has been passed down for thousands of years after the disaster of war, not only because of those good ministers and warriors with a brilliant history.Countless ordinary people like Yang Youtian and his son who are destined not to leave a single word in the vast history books are the foundation and backbone of this land.

Chen Chu suddenly remembered one of Mao Gaike's core ideas: the people's view of history.

The opposite is the heroic view of history.

The heroic view of history is only for emperors and generals, but the people's view of history says that history is created by the working people.
"Okay. After talking about my father, let's talk about you." Yang Dalang handed the wine jar back again, and emphasized with a smile: "This time, don't make up nonsense, I can hear it."

This is the ultimate purpose of the conversation between the two tonight-the confession of each other.

"Me." Chen Chu took the wine jar, shook it and pondered for a while, and then said, "I was born in 2000."

"Year 2000?"

"Well, the chronology of Dongsheng Shenzhou is similar to the seven years of Fuchang."

"Oh, go ahead."

"I was enlightened at the age of four, and at the age of five, I was honored as the child with the most red flowers in the kindergarten class."

"What is kindergarten?"

"Don't keep interrupting me, can you? If Ji Ba interrupts, I won't say anything!"

"You say what you say, I don't ask."

"I entered elementary school at the age of six. I could recite the multiplication formulas at the age of seven. I knew a thousand characters at the age of eight. I was familiar with Tang poetry at the age of nine. At the age of ten, well, there was nothing to say at the age of ten. I had my first love at the age of 14 and broke up at the age of 15. , 16 years old to start the second paragraph"

The last bit of setting sun, hanging on the treetops, casts pieces of fine, jumping Jinhua on the small pool in the north of the village.

In the sky, a group of wild geese flew from south to north.

Chen Chu and Yang Dalang drank the whole jug of wine in one gulp, and through the strength of the wine, Chen Chu narrated the first half of his not too long life.

Of course, the background was blurred with Dongsheng Shenzhou, and a scene of Ultraman's invasion and his escape to the Central Plains was added.

By the end of the chat, both of them were drunk.

". Later, my parents, um, my parents divorced and started their own families. At that time, winter and summer vacations were over. I would rather stay in school by myself than go to either of them. I always feel that I He's an outsider. Hey, I regret it now, I should go and see them more."

Chen Chu whimpered and said some words that Yang Dalang didn't understand.

In the open space about ten feet away behind them, steam filled the air, as if a box of steamed buns had come out of the cage.

"Go, grab the steamed buns." Yang Dalang stood up staggeringly with his tongue out.

Chen Chu's figure was also not stable, and the two walked back with their shoulders crossed and their backs supporting each other.

"Your wife, I'm looking at you."

With Yang Da's reminder, Chen Chu looked over with sleepy eyes.

Beside the pot where the steamed buns were steamed, a group of women gathered around the chopping board to knead and knead the noodles. The cat among them was looking at Chen Chu, as if he could see that he was drunk, with his cheeks pouting slightly, as if I am a little dissatisfied.

It happened that a lock of disobedient hair slipped from the ear, tickling the cat's face.

Cat's hands were covered with flour, so he could only rub the back of his hand on his face to relieve the itching.

But accidentally put a little flour on the small nose
Drunk Chen Chu saw this funny scene and grinned.

Seeing Chen Chu's silly smile, Mao'er's resentment for being drunk suddenly dissipated for some reason, and he couldn't help laughing out loud along with 'puchi'.

In the distance, the two are separated by the busy crowd, the children who are chasing and frolicking, the steaming water vapor surrounded by clouds, the setting sun on the long river, the setting sun on the green hills.
Just like that, you looked at me and I looked at you, smiling like no one else was around.

At this time, a gust of flower trade wind with some warm and humid smell blows over Qifeng Ridge, and the mountains and forests rustle under the south wind.

The Waking of Insects has passed, and the geese return from the south to the north.

The beauty is beautiful, the snow melts and the flowers bloom.

Spring in Qifengling is finally here
　Volume one, finished.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)