The ghosts of the good-for-nothing miko

"what!"

Lin Yiyi seemed a little regretful. She liked it here very much and wanted to come back next year during the holidays.

"I will have a good relationship with the next person who takes over. I hope that the other person is also a person who loves roses."

From Mangu's next words, a few people understood the entanglement of this 'gallery'.

It was a rural area three or four provinces away from here, in a small village in the south, where Mangu was born.

Because the village is surrounded by mountains, the only way in and out is a tunnel mountain road built by the state. Only ox carts and daily passenger buses can pass through, which is very inconvenient.

Because of this inconvenience, the level of development here has always been relatively poor.

The adults tried their best to go to the town to work through the only mountain road in and out. The town has become a place that all adults here yearn for.

And this road is also the link between the village and the world outside the mountains.

Gradually, families that can make some progress will take their children to go to school outside. There are fewer and fewer people left in the village, but the elderly are generally unwilling to follow them to live outside.

No matter how well the children described the outside world, they were unwilling to leave the land where they had lived all their lives.

As long as the soil here can still grow delicious vegetables and the hens can still lay eggs...

There is also a school in the village, but the teaching staff is not strong. In previous years, it relied on some teachers who came to provide teaching to barely survive.

Therefore, there are very few girls like Mangu who can go to school.

Most of them have to go to the fields to help with farm work when they are eleven or twelve years old. This situation is even more common when a boy is born in the family. When they reach the age of about sixteen, they will also get on the bus bound for the town. Bus, go to town to work.

But what's a bit ridiculous is that in most of the classrooms here, the girls who study hard are girls, because once conditions permit, boys will always be taken away to go to the town to attend junior high school or high school.

In this way, there are fewer and fewer boys in the class.

Everything here is backward and old, but Mangu has a grandma who loves her very much, and a playmate who is her childhood sweetheart.

Her parents also went to work in the town, taking their younger brother with them. They went home once a year, and even her younger brother was not very familiar with her. Fortunately, Mangu still had her grandmother with her, and her grandfather was very supportive of her. He also died when he was young.

Mangu only knew that their relationship was particularly good.

She asked her grandma if she ever regretted marrying into such a village. After all, I learned from my mother that my grandma was the most capable girl in my hometown at that time.

Mangu didn't have a deep impression of her grandfather. She only remembered that he often gave her candies. His health was not good, and the disease was caused by working when he was young, so when he was in his forties or fifties, he could only cook at home, relying on his grandma for all the farm work at home.

This is something that is easily criticized in backward villages, and from time to time some nefarious aunties will come up to talk to grandma on purpose, just to find out about grandpa's condition and say a few words of pity or something like that.

It seems that only when others are more miserable than yourself can you get a little comfort.

But Mangu remembered that her grandma never said that her life was miserable, and she never complained about her grandpa.

Grandma said that when my grandfather was young, he worked very hard just to make money and take himself out of the village.

At that time, every household had a lot of babies, some of them starved to death, or some of them were sick and there was no cure. There were too many babies, and human life was worthless.

When my grandfather was very young, he was given to another family as a son. The new family also had an older brother to support, so his parents could not help him.

But grandpa is not afraid. He has strength and a cheerful heart.

He often said that if his parents hadn't given him away, he might have starved to death at home like his sister.

When I was young, a handful of rice could save a life, but often, a handful of rice was too expensive.

Later, life finally got a little easier, and my grandfather was dragged by the single men in the village to go on a blind date in a foreign land in an ox cart. He smiled and thought he was just going to have fun.

Where can any girl be willing to marry him?

Between heaven and earth, he was alone.

They got off the bus at the head of the village.

A row of people stood straight, looking at the girls working in the fields.

The man who was chatting in the car and talking most eloquently was now under the scorching sun, squinting his eyes, sweating, circling his fingers like a girl, and couldn't even straighten his tongue.

The matchmakers shouted.

Girls having fun~

There was grandma inside, who was as young as a flower, with a rosy face from the sun, a floral shirt, and two braids.

This is also specially dressed.

Grandma is holding a handful of rice ears in her hand.

If someone is interested, the handful of ears of rice will be given to the other person, and the other person's parents will go with the matchmaker to find their parents at home.

This was a rare enlightened scene at that time. In a normal blind date, the other party only saw a photo and settled the matter.

Girls take photos to marry in other places. The personality and family of each other depend on the matchmaker's words.

Grandma said that it was a good thing that the son of the man driving the cattle was going to attend the blind date that day. Everyone came in a hurry, so grandpa had this opportunity. Otherwise, I might not have met grandpa. After all, grandpa didn’t really have parents at that time. Yes, no girl would fall in love with such a person, no matter how handsome he is.

What's more, my grandfather's appearance is not outstanding.

With dark skin and a pair of eyes, he looks very energetic.

When she said this, she smiled kindly and patted Man Gu on the back of her hand, as if thanking God for being able to arrange this meeting.

Grandpa didn't talk much, but grandma noticed him right away. This boy was very naive. When people asked him, he only said that he was poor. He looked very reserved. His swarthy face and ears were frighteningly red.

He kept saying that he would definitely build a house this year, with sugar cane and rice on his two acres of land, and a hen at home that doesn’t often lay eggs...

When grandma handed the ears of wheat to him, the men around him cheered and cheered throughout the field, causing the birds nearby to come out to watch the fun.

After all, grandma was attracted by several men, but she chose grandpa alone.

When he came to see his parents, his grandfather brought his own hens and ten dollars, which was a lot of money. He said that it was his greatest blessing that someone was willing to marry his daughter to him.

At that time, you still need to worship your parents.

Grandpa and grandma knelt on the futon together. Grandpa’s adoptive parents didn’t come. Grandpa didn’t say anything. They gave him a handful of rice and fed him. This was the greatest kindness.

Every year, my grandpa would give part of the rice he planted to his adoptive parents, so he made this clear when he came to pick them up.

If my grandma’s family objects, I won’t force it.

All the large and small items at home and all the expenses were clearly explained. He didn't want to delay Aunt Man.

The parents looked at Man Gu, a little worried, but also a little relieved.

Never forget the kindness of fighting for rice, this boy is reliable!

Grandma said that that day, my grandpa knocked loudly and there was a big swelling on his head~