The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

Three cars drove into the large yard of the purchasing station one after another. There was no outsider here. Mo Bin asked that work be suspended on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month to celebrate the New Year, and land reclamation was resumed on the seventh day of the lunar month. The rest were all owned by the Mo family and the Meng family. people.

All the people gathered around. The elders had gone to the city, and the rest were the younger ones. According to etiquette, this was the way it should be.

"Third brother, is there any inventory in the warehouse?" Mo Bin asked his third cousin in a low voice. No matter how good the relationship was, Wang Zhen couldn't let Wang Zhen go out in vain. It would be dark when he got back.

"Yes, Wangjiacun and Wuligou hunted them all to exchange for food for the New Year. They have everything." Mo Yonggang didn't know what he meant.

"You go pick out the biggest roe deer and carry it over. My comrade-in-arms who helped bring the pregnant woman here is my sister-in-law's unit leader. She will be the top leader after the New Year. Now I have to rush back to celebrate the New Year. It will be dark when I get back. He deserves it for his hard work." Mo Bin said in a low voice, scolding and making trouble, the relationship between brothers cannot be wrong.

"Be back soon!" When Mo Yonggang heard this, he immediately turned around and ran away. For such a big leader to be your driver, you can give him a pig!

Wang Zhen was extremely happy. This roe deer must have weighed over a hundred pounds. Whether he was eating it by himself or walking around as a favor, it was absolutely beautiful. It was an unexpected gain. Even if Mo Bin didn't give him a cigarette, he would still want it. It's a damn delivery!

"Go away, be careful on the road. There is a long gun in the car, and the magazine is in the passenger compartment. Bring it for my uncle and aunt for me." Mo Bin took Wang Zhen and told him in a low voice, don't capsize the boat in the gutter.

"You are too careful in broad daylight. I also have a gun in my waist. At least I will be in Beicheng when it gets dark. Forget it, I'm leaving!" Wang Zhen muttered, and immediately shut up when he saw Mo Bin's appearance.

The cousin greeted the elders and went directly to the second floor of the main building. The boiler was always burning for heating. It was very hot inside, warmer than the iron stove at Mo Bin's house. After all, the boiler was big enough.

Mo Bin only stayed at home for one night. After consulting everyone's opinions, he simply opened the shop, separated men and women, and the children all followed the women's side. They would go back tomorrow afternoon.

It's simple and trouble-free, and it's more lively. New Year's Eve, reunion dinners, and vigils are just a big family getting together lively. The open shop is even more lively, and most people won't sleep long tonight anyway.

After taking a short rest, everyone was full of curiosity about this place, especially since it was their first time here, so I decided to take everyone to visit.

What everyone is most interested in must be the vegetables in the greenhouse. The greenhouse here is not the two little guys in Mo Bin's yard. It is not crowded at all when everyone goes in.

"It's still so awesome, and the temperature is so high. I'm sweating when I come in. This vegetable is growing really well. Let's try some tonight." Meng Xiumei said happily that she took care of everything at home, and occasionally Zhang Caixia also helped.

Speaking of Zhang Caixia, she was given a day off yesterday morning. There were so many elderly people taking care of the children at home, so we just took the opportunity to give her a day off. She only needs to come back on the third day of the junior high school. Everyone will go to work on the fourth day of the junior high school.

I bought her a train ticket and asked her to take the train back to Jinmen to celebrate the New Year. Although Mo Bin was not at home, Lin Ying was not stingy and gave her two five-yuan red envelopes, saying they were for her two daughters, which meant that everyone was happy. I understand, it can’t be counted as employment. I still have five kilograms of white flour, twenty kilograms of cornmeal, and three kilograms of fatty pork. It’s definitely considered rich. I’ve only been working for a few days!

It was not necessary at first. Lin Ying also saw that there were many people in her family, and she had decided that the whole family would go back to her hometown to celebrate the New Year. What would Zhang Caixia do then? She could only stay in the city to live by herself, or spend time with the Meng family. There was no point in that, so she might as well let her go too. Just take a few days off.

A large family was interested in the vegetable greenhouse, and the women comrades took it upon themselves to pick the vegetables for dinner.

Of course, the ones who most want to take advantage of it are the children. It is warm in the greenhouse. They must want to act like monsters. Fortunately, they are suppressed by their parents. If they let go, they will wreak havoc like huskies.

Mo Bin took a look and saw that the dinner was quite rich. With so many people coming back, it was impossible for him not to make preparations. He put them all in the big truck compartment and brought them back.

The female comrades have picked the vegetables and it’s time to go out to prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner in the evening. The male comrades have other tasks.

The parents of the Mo family and the Meng family carried two sacks and left with their men. They wanted to go into the mountains to burn paper at the graves of their deceased ancestors. Although they said they couldn't publicize it, every family still went secretly. , here in the mountainous area, as long as we don’t set off firecrackers and fireworks, who knows!

The old man could not be persuaded and had to lead the team back to the village himself. Mo Bin had to drive a motorcycle tricycle himself, pulling a few elderly people with paper money, tributes, etc. They walked slowly, and the rest used mules and carts. .

Going to the grave to burn paper does not mean that family members go directly. Unless there are no immediate relatives, generally speaking, you have to go with those who are closer to you.

Just like Mo Bin and the others, his grandfather had an older brother and younger brother. It was impossible to take his children and grandchildren directly to the grave. It would be easy for brothers to have conflicts.

There are not many people in the Mo family. They are brothers three or four generations back. The clan elder is an old man in his seventies and is the cousin of Grandpa Mo Bin.

"Second Grandpa, why don't you take us to worship together this year? By the way, I can explain to the younger generations that all the grandsons of my second uncle's family were born and raised in the city, so they don't know about the tombs of our ancestors of the Mo family in the future. "A middle-aged man in his thirties said that this is the grandson of Grandpa Mo Bin and the eldest son of their branch, Mo Yongyao, who is about the same age as his third uncle.

This is very important in the countryside. Although Mo Bin is now rich and powerful and doing well, sometimes it is really not his turn. In family affairs, let alone him, the status of the eldest son and eldest grandson is higher than that of his uncle.

"Yongyao is right. Let's go to the grave together this year. Binzi is up now. We are all a family. We can help if we can in the future." The old man agreed.

Mo Bin smiled and nodded in agreement. He was not a fool, so he didn't know what he meant. Even his cousin's speech had a certain meaning. Wasn't it just to take care of the Meng family, not to take care of their close relatives?

He is quite in favor of the concept of clan. He lived in Lingnan for many years in his previous life. The concept of clan in the south far exceeds that in the north. The cohesion of a family is quite strong, especially after decades, it becomes more obvious.

A tree is not as close as four fingers, and three generations are not as close as two generations. Kisses from aunts and uncles, kisses from generation to generation, breaking bones and connecting tendons. One table and two tables, go and pull it down (break off the relationship).

The so-called cousins, that is, they last for two generations, and the third generation is basically discontinued. From ancient times to the present, we have clearly distinguished them. History has been written long ago. Most of our Chinese history is based on the clan system.

There are also ancient criminal laws, the Yi Tribe and the Jiu Tribe, these are two different punishments. The difference between the Yi Tribe and the Zhujiu Tribe is that their scope is different. The three clans refer to the three clans of oneself, father, and mother (some say the three clans refer to parents, brothers, and wives; others say that the father, mother, and wife are the three clans; there are also sayings that the three clans are the father, son, and grandson). ). The nine clans refer to one's great-grandfather, grandfather, father, oneself, son, grandson, great-great-grandson, mother, and grandmother.

Clan execution is a kind of cruel punishment in ancient society in which the victim is sentenced to death along with his clan, and clan is the collective name for relatives who are related by blood.

In history, clan executions began in the Shang Dynasty. At that time, it was called Ji'an, which was the first form of clan execution, the punishment of killing the criminal and his descendants. During the Qin Dynasty, it developed into three, five and seven tribes. It was abolished by Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty during the Sui Dynasty, but was revived by Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty and expanded to include the Jiu clan.

But understanding some things is one thing, and how to do it is another. Mo Bin feels that what he has done is good enough, and he has been criticized by netizens for saying that the Holy Mother is alive, but the human heart is the most difficult thing to grasp.