In the morning of the mountain village in early July, although Tianyang had already been swaying to the top of the mountain, its firepower was still much weaker than in the city at the same time.

The dew in the air in the mountain village had not completely dissipated at around 8 o'clock. At this time, as long as you lower your head inadvertently, you can find crystal clear dew hanging on the slightly pointed trees on the grass leaves everywhere.

The scenery in the mountain village is very good in the morning, so quiet that there is almost no noise. Only one or two occasional barking sounds pass through the comfortable sky from time to time, and a trace of echoes comes from the valley.

However, such heavy air is not a good thing for people who like to put a cool bed in the courtyard and sleep cool.

Take Bei Hai, who is sleeping in his bamboo bed in his yard for example. The dew in the morning has already made the sheet covered on his head half-wet. His head is stuffed in the tightly wrapped sheet and breathing is very uncomfortable.

The wet sheet is like a soft iron sheet that is not breathable and stuffy and cool. It is obviously not so pleasant to cover the body!

He twisted his body, stretched out his head out of the sheet, and let out a long breath. Bei Hai closed his eyes and sniffed the refreshing air hard, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Huh! I'm so happy this sleep!" After lifting the quilt list, Bei Hai turned over and put his bare feet on the big blue and white board in the yard. A heart-wrenching cold air rushed along the soles of his feet to his forehead. The pleasure made Bei Hai hum.

While rubbing his feet against the bluestone slab, Bei Hai turned his head to look at his own courtyard.

There is no big difference between the small courtyard and the ordinary farmhouse yard. The whole is square. There is a house on the north and the east and the south. There is a shed on the west, with the same tile roof as the house. However, the part of the yard is not a wall, but four large wooden pillars stand.

This shed was used to support the big animals in the family, but later the animals were gone and replaced with hand-held tractors, which became a place for every household to put tractors.

Of course, there is no tractor at Bei Hai's family. Since Bei Hai's grandfather passed away, the courtyard has been the next door Aunt Hu San's family to take care of. Bei Hai's parents and sister all work in the county and cannot take care of the old house. In exchange for more than three acres of mountainous land in Bei Hai's family, it was handed over to Aunt Hu San's family to farm, which benefited both times.

Sitting beside the bed, looking up at the big tree above my head that was blocked by the sun. Through the branches and leaves of the big tree, golden spots sprinkled onto the bluestone slabs in the courtyard, swaying slightly with the faint hill breeze in the morning.

I don’t know if I was quiet in the scenery I haven’t seen for a long time, or if I remembered the memories of my childhood brought to me by the small courtyard, Bei Hai’s eyes, sitting by the bed, became a little confused.

Bei Hai, who is twenty-five years old this year, has not returned to his hometown for three years. It makes people envious that he is now in the United States. Right! It is the United States of America! Unlike those who sneak around and spend all day fighting guerrilla warfare with the Immigration Bureau and waiting for a green card, Bei Hai has long held the PASSPORT with the eagle painted in his hand.

According to the formal name, Bei Hai is now a genuine Chinese American.

In terms of appearance, Bei Hai is nothing special. There is no ordinary face under an ordinary small flat head. No single facial features are outstanding. When they are combined together, there is no wave. One is thrown on the street and is immediately ignored.

Fortunately, her face is a little round and her chin is a little bit double, which makes Bei Hai look quite friendly, especially when she smiles, she is still a little friendly.

He is not tall, but he is definitely not short. He is 1.75 meters tall and is good for his head in China, but when he walks on the streets of the United States, it is just as normal again.

In the small county where Bei Hai lives, most of the people who are in the United States are envious. Because in everyone's impression, the place in the United States is so good. Maybe the young man in front of him is as busy as a fish in the United States.

From the moment I returned to the small county town, people would occasionally ask Bei Hai’s parents: The son at home is still in the same place, if there was no...

In short, Bei Hai became a hot commodity and met two or three times due to affection. Every time the girl was as beautiful as a flower and white as a white girl. One of them had just sat down for less than two minutes and said very bluntly: Take me to the United States and we will get the certificate tomorrow!

As soon as these words came out, Bei Hai was frightened.

Because Bei Hai himself knew that he was at the bottom of society in the United States, and to put it bluntly, he was a restaurant waiter. Although he had not yet fallen to the point of picking up rags by pushing a trolley, he was only a little above the poverty line. Not to mention that he was far away from the middle class, he was far away from the two high schools in China who were both far away from.

After years of hilarious affairs in the United States, Bei Hai has summarized it. I understand that this world is actually very realistic. If you have real money in your pocket, you will live better than others wherever you go. If you don’t have one, you should do whatever you want.

It is not entirely true that Bei Hai is willing to pay money. At least this kid still believes that knowledge changes his destiny and is planning to go back to Los Angeles to study a technique at night. If things are based on Bei Hai’s plan, then Bei Hai will never have any spare time in the next two years.

In this way, Bei Hai dared not provoke these girls. Seeing that the situation was wrong, it was a bit endless to meet each other. By visiting my grandfather's grave, he slipped back to the small mountain village in his hometown and prepared to spend a few days of refreshing days.

"Haiwazi, are you awake?"

Just as Bei Hai was wandering in Taixu, the sound of Aunt Hu San slamming the door came from the gate. Women in the mountain village generally had loud voices. Aunt Hu San's voice was absolutely rare, and it would be refreshing at first glance.

"I'm awake, Aunt San is waiting for me to open the door for you!" Bei Hai immediately lowered his head and looked for the slippers under the bed, and ran towards the front room.

When I opened the door bolt, I saw Aunt San slapped a basket on her arm, a large porcelain jar placed in the basket, and a few pieces of pancakes were placed next to it. Both sides were baked with a little rice dumpling color, and when I looked at the thickness of three or four centimeters, I knew how soft the cake was.

"I'll bring you breakfast." As soon as Aunt San saw that the door was opened, she raised her foot and walked towards the yard.

"Thank you, Aunt San!" Bei Hai didn't close the door, and directly brought a trot to move a small square table from the east room, and then made two benches and put them under the big tree.

Aunt Hu San set up food, pulled a stool and sat down: "Why didn't you put a piece of plastic cloth on the tent in the yard that day? Is it so comfortable to sleep when the exposure falls?"

"It's okay, I fell asleep at less than 10 o'clock yesterday until I opened my eyes just now. Don't mention it's so comfortable." Bei Hai was holding a porcelain jar, scooping a jar from the large water tank in the yard, brushing his teeth and chatting with Aunt San.

Aunt San smiled and said, "Is the air conditioner in the city comfortable sleeping in this yard?"

"It's really not as comfortable as the mountain wind blows!" Bei Hai said with a smile.

When Bei Hai finished the meal and sat back to the small table, Aunt Hu San had already put all the porridge in and even put the side dishes for the porridge into a small plate.

"Aunt San, you should eat some too." She sat down and said, watching Aunt San waved her hand and said, "I've eaten it, Bei Hai shook her arms and started sucking."

Within five minutes, a jar of millet porridge and a few pieces of pancakes were put into Bei Hai's feet. Seeing Bei Hai's fragrant food, Aunt Hu San looked happy.

If you say that the relationship between the third aunt and the Bei Hai family is the closest, the reason is also very complicated.

This small mountain village is called Bujia Village. You can tell from this name that there are many people with the surname Bu. There are a total of fifty or sixty households in Bujia Village, and only two are not named Bu. One is Beihai and the other is Hu family.

In this rural matter, it is usually about blind dates and helping each other. It is normal for people with the same surname to join the group. Although the Bu family in the Bu family has never explicitly oppressed the Beihu family, this kind of thing is born there. No matter how far away it is, it is always close to outsiders, right?

The Bu family did not oppress the two families, but when it comes to the benefits, they are usually not allowed to fall into the Beihu family. In this way, the Beihu family and the Beihu family are connected with the same fate, so they naturally become closer.

"Have you prepared all the things to visit the grave for Grandpa Zu and the others?" Aunt San looked at Bei Hai and put down the bowl and immediately reached out to pick it up.

Bei Hai helped to help: "Everything is ready, they are all ready-made!" After that, he explained the offerings to Aunt San in detail.

Bei Hai is visiting the tombs of his ancestors. How could there be no things to worship ancestors? I bought a bottle of Haizhilan from the county town and made a few vacuum-packed beef ribs, plus four or five apples, and then I got six plates of offerings. Of course, there were also paper money and other things.

After hearing what Bei Hai said, Aunt San nodded: "Enough, even the six colors of the festival are enough!"

After a while, the third aunt walked out of the yard with a basket. Bei Hai looked at the sky and then put the offerings, the paper plates, paper money and other things in a large plastic bag, and carried them in his hand toward the ancestral grave.

The Bei family’s ancestral tombs are quite shabby. There are only 20 tombs in thirty tombs, such as the Emperor Gaozu and Taizu, and the ancestors of the distant ancestors are struggling for at least ten or twenty generations.

The Bei family has only three tombs, and three are all burial tombs. Inside are each buried with Bei Hai’s grandparents, grandparents, grandparents, and grandmothers. As for the addition, not only Bei Hai is not known, but Bei Hai’s father Bei Mingyuan doesn’t know, maybe even Grandpa Bei Hai doesn’t know. Until now, he doesn’t even know which province his family moved from.

The grave is quite far away, just on the mountain saddle. The mountain saddle is in the dialect, which refers to the saddle-shaped mountain between the two hills. This place was chosen by the Grand Master of Zu when he was alive. I heard that it was a treasure land that was picked by a friend of the time, a real person from the palm temple in Tianyuan Temple. He said that he was buried here with a wealth of descendants and great wealth.

Bei Hai didn't believe this. When Bei's family arrived at Bei Hai, they happened to be a single-generation family. The descendants were so prosperous. Wealth and other things were even more evident. If it were as the old Taoist said, Bei Hai could still do the work of serving dishes in the United States? He would have done something that the willful Fu Er should have done long ago.

As for the real person in Tianyuan Temple, I heard that he lived for a long time. In the past, the old people in the village mentioned that this old god was much slower than others.

Unfortunately, the old god was not lucky in the last few years and encountered a ten-year turmoil. As a remnant of feudal gods, the old Taoist, who was a monster and a monster, could not survive? The old man was also stubborn. Other Taoist priests ran away almost, and only he was still guarding the Taoist temple.

In the end, he was killed by dozens of red soldiers who came down from the mountains. In the end, even the Tianyuan Temple, which had been preserved for more than 300 years of ups and downs, was burned into a fire.

There is another version of this story, that is, the old god got angry, and dozens of red soldiers died overnight, and their heads moved and their bodies were gone.

But this story can only coax the child. An old man has worked for young people who have been dozens of years? And he has killed no one left!

In the words of Stephen Chow, how could I believe such a nonsense? Bei Hai speculated that the old Taoist helped too many people in the past, and the villagers wanted to leave him a good result. If it weren't for God's eyes and good people would not live long.

With the supplies, Bei Hai walked slowly along the road in his memory along the hill road to the saddle. Although this road is not easy to walk, it is much better than before. There were ancient trees around him, but now the ancient trees have long been cut off, and the rest are new trees that have just been replanted in the past five or six years.
Chapter completed!