The fertile water of farming does not flow to outsiders' fields

When Xue Yinsong was a child, he often ran up the mountain to play. He was very familiar with the mountain behind the village. Relying on the mottled moonlight cast by the forest, he quickly identified the direction and trotted towards the valley.

The depression behind the Fox Fairy Temple is called Xieyang Valley, the largest valley in the nearby mountains, and it can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people if it is a Tibetan. He has some other thoughts in his heart, which strongly drives him to go deep into the tiger's den to find out.

The wailing stopped soon, and Xue Yinsong felt his nerves tense suddenly when he touched the valley.

Xue Yinsong turned his head and looked a few times but saw no one, so he boldly asked loudly: "Which friend is behind, please come out and talk." There was no other sound.

Waiting for a while, Xue Yinsong was a little uncertain, and deliberately said: "Since the hero doesn't want to show up, it's fine, but we meet by chance and there is no enmity, please don't follow."

Still no reply, Xue Yinsong was too lazy to think, got up and was about to walk into the valley, a cold voice suddenly sighed: "I'm just a ghost who died unjustly, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Xue Yinsong laughed loudly and said: "It is precisely because I heard that there are ghosts here that I came to find out. It is really fate to meet you today."

"It seems that you are quite brave?"

"Average big."

The owner of the voice didn't expect such a naughty answer, and after a while he said softly: "It's still too late to turn around now, why bother to throw your life in this barren mountain and wild place, go down the mountain and go home earlier."

Xue Yinsong said with a smile: "Come here because you are not afraid. If you were afraid, you would not come."

The voice was choked, and he snorted coldly: "Really, then let me see how brave you are!"

Xue Yinsong suddenly fainted with a huge pain in front of his eyes, and he didn't know how long it took before he woke up. Before he woke up, he felt cold on his face, but someone poured cold water on his head and body. With a groan, he stretched out his hand to touch the big lump on the back of his head, but when he fixed his eyes, it was the anxious face of the lock: "What are you doing..."

Seeing what he said, Suo Zi put his palms together quickly: "Amitabha, you are awake, can you still walk? Let's hurry down the mountain."

Xue Yinsong felt a little dizzy, so he managed to get up and sit down: "Why are you, did I get knocked out?"

Suozi frowned: "People? There is no one around here. Are you mistaken?" Xue Yinsong shook his head and said, "Although I didn't see clearly, I can be sure that it is a person. How did you find me?"

Shuozi replied: "There was a noise in the woods over there just now. I thought you came back, but I found you passed out in the woods, so I dragged you here to wake you up."

Xue Yinsong wiped his face to see that his clothes were completely soaked, stood up and said, "Let's go down the mountain." Suozi hurriedly followed behind and asked, "What did you see? Ghosts and gods Is there a fox fairy? Or a zombie or a bull-headed horse?"

Xue Yinsong couldn't help but laugh: "I see you big-headed ghost, hurry up and go, or it will be dawn if you don't go."

Suozi reluctantly followed behind, muttering that he was not loyal enough, Xue Yinsong was not in the mood to fight with him, and kept thinking about what the voice said. Although the identity of this person is unknown, he is definitely a person, but who is it? Woolen cloth?

The two of them just cared about their journey all the way, and finally rushed back to the village at dawn. Xue Yinsong went back to the house, changed into clean clothes, and fell asleep with Suo Zi.

Before falling asleep, Father Xue came in and knocked on the door, and drove the two of them to dress and wash their faces and prepare to go up the mountain.

Although countrymen don't pay attention to sacrifices, they can't eat first. Xue Yinsong and Suozi were so hungry that their chests stuck to their backs after running all night, and their stomachs started gurgling before they walked up the mountain.

The group first paid homage to their grandparents, and Father Xue led his family to pay homage to his grandparents and then his ex-wife who died early.

Aunt Huan has been very quiet and even dull since she came to Tianba Village. Xue Yinsong thought she was uncomfortable, so he took two steps behind to comfort her and said, "Don't worry, everyone in my family is very nice, and they will all like you." Aunt Huan She raised her eyes and looked at him twice, then turned her eyes away and nodded slightly after a while.It was already mid-morning when the five tombs were worshiped, and the group sat on a gentle slope and began to eat the cold meat and fruits used for worship.

The content of the chat was nothing more than the family's gossip, mainly around the gloomy future of Tianba Village. My uncle even inquired about the situation in Chenjia Village, and seemed to have plans to move.

Father Xue waved his hands repeatedly and said, "Chenjia Village is not a good place either. The mountains and rivers are poor and even the land is worse than our village, and there are many tenants. If you can't buy land, it will be really difficult."

Uncle was shocked by these words, and after a while he gnawed on the steamed bun and said, "The world is not peaceful, it's hard for people to have a living."

Xue Yinsong said with a smile: "Tianba Village is not bad, but it has suffered disasters in the past two years, so it will be fine in the future." Uncle shook his head and said, "It will be difficult in the future, you don't know it, the river beside our village is afraid There are frequent floods, so I want to move."

Father Xue hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's not caused by the river transportation. The river at the gate of our village is a tributary of the Puyang River. Since ancient times, it has been converging eastward to the Fuchun River. Since the Fuchun River's river transportation was in a hurry, the Huaizhou River Governor has built a new river to let the Pu Yanghe is diverted." Father Xue is usually a man who doesn't care about political affairs, but when he talked about things other than farming, he rolled his eyes and asked in a daze, "Why do you want to divert?"

The uncle sighed and said, "Puyang River has too much silt, and every year millions of tons of silt are deposited in the Fuchun River, threatening the river transportation. Now the new river after diversion is too narrow, less than half of the original estuary." If there is a flood, the dikes and dams will burst.”

Father Xue was in a hurry: "Is there no one to take care of the officials?"

"Manage it? How can we manage it? The Fuchun River is the main channel of the southeast river transport. I heard that the governor of the river said in a letter that it costs 120 million taels of silver to clean up the silt of the Fuchun River every year, and the compensation silver used for embankments after the diversion is only 30 million taels a year." It takes [-] taels, and if you come and go again and again, do you think the old emperor will change the route?"

Father Xue stared straight, and after a while he said: "The Fuchun River...is it so precious? There are many people in a county as big as our Zhaozhou, and no one can come out to take care of it?"

The uncle drank his saliva and continued: "You don't know, I heard that the rice, salt, iron, oil, etc. in the southeast are all from the Fuchun River all the way north to the Grand Canal, and then from the Grand Canal to the capital, so the Fuchun River is tens of millions. If something can't happen, then it's Zhaozhou's bad luck."

Xue Yinsong asked suddenly: "Is it possible that Fuchun County is very close to Fuchun River?"

The uncle looked at him like a monster: "You two fathers and sons are really on the same page, they don't care about world affairs - that Fuchun County is just south of the Fuchun River, there is a small tributary called Yangjiang in the county, and there is a wide river beside it Shuihe, isn't it?"

Xue Yinsong had no choice but to shut up, he never cared about gossip, and one day he suddenly found out that gossip is still very useful, that was a blow.It was obviously the first time Father Xue had heard of the Fuchun River, so he murmured, "I never heard of a big river nearby."

The uncle smiled and said, "You must have crossed a big river on the way here, and that is the Fuchun River. I have traveled a few places in my early years, and I am quite familiar with the nearby counties and cities."

Speaking of this, Xue Yinsong remembered that his uncle had been a shopkeeper when he was young, so he hurriedly asked humbly: "Since my uncle has traveled a lot, my nephew will test you. What is the easy and flat road from Fuchun County to Deyang County?" ?”

The uncle thought about it and smiled: "This really doesn't test me. There is only one road from Fuchun to Deyang. It is mountainous and steep, so it is naturally not easy to walk. If you are considering taking the water route, I have a good suggestion. From Kuanshui From Nanmeng River to Fuchun River, disembark at Nanmeng River and go westward along Puyang River to Deyang County. Although the journey takes about ten days, the waterway saves footwork. It is a flat road from Nanmeng to Deyang, which is relatively easy. many."

Xue Yinsong almost jumped up and hugged him and kissed him: "Uncle...you are really good!" The uncle smiled triumphantly: "What are you doing? You know that uncle is good? Tell you, your uncle's salesman in those years was not in vain of!"

Xue Yinsong didn't have time to pay attention to the later bragging. All he could think about was the route his uncle had planned just now. If it was no problem to walk it once, then he would be able to transport Chen Mi to Deyang immediately.

Xue Yinsong was still in a daze, and the people beside him had enough rest and finished their lunch, and stood up to prepare to go down the mountain.A group of people stopped and went to play in early summer. They didn't return to the village until noon. As soon as they entered the village, they saw a boy stumbling out.

Uncle grabbed him and shouted, "Why are you running around! What happened?"

The boy raised his head and said loudly: "Something happened to Qiangzi's family! His father is dead!" Xue Yinsong was startled, grabbed the boy's right arm and said loudly: "Why? Didn't you just see the doctor and take medicine yesterday? "

The kid swallowed and said, "He died after taking the medicine! Let me go, I have to go to Yizhuang to ask Lao Zhang to go!"

Xue Yinsong only felt his heart constrict violently, and his dizzy eyes were blurred. He looked around and took two steps back in a daze, but was caught and slapped by Father Xue: "Damn boy! Get back to your senses!"

These two slaps were very strong, Xue Yinsong looked at his father in a daze and said, "Why did you hit me?"

Father Xue took his arm and walked towards the village: "Go! Go and have a look!"

There were several people standing in the yard of Qiangzi's house. When they saw Xue Yinsong coming, they made way out of the way. Father Xue led his son in, and saw Qiangzi kneeling on the bed in the dim light of the room. forward.

Father Xue went up and saw that the person on the bed had already been covered with a white cloth, he stood still and asked, "When did the person go?"

Qiangzi didn't say a word, and an old lady next to him answered for him: "I think it was late at night, and when I found out in the morning, I would be hard."

Father Xue hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is it a problem with the medicine?" Qiangzi then spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "No, my father died by cutting his wrists. I think he heard that the treatment would cost hundreds of taels of silver. Afraid that I will be in debt again..."

Xue Yinsong listened to it, closed his eyes and knelt down, "It's my fault! When the doctor came yesterday, I shouldn't..."

Qiangzi interrupted him and said, "It has nothing to do with you. I was talking at the door and the voice was so low that I thought my father didn't hear it."

Xue Yinsong couldn't forgive himself, and it took him a while to find his own voice: "I shouldn't, I shouldn't!"

Father Xue pulled the two of them aside and said, "It's important to do things now, Qiangzi, did your father prepare the coffin earlier?"