Chapter 137 (1/2)
The whole village is plain.
The sudden appearance of such a village in this quiet mountain forest really makes people feel strange.
”This should be a white matter in Murakami.”
”Shall we go or not?”
”Go ahead, it doesn't matter. Red and white affairs are normal. If you can go to the village and buy some food from the villagers, the bread and dry food you bring is really not delicious.”
”It's not so good. They're running errands.”
There was a lot of discussion.
Finally, after a study, the group still felt that they would go to the village to have a look. First, they didn't want to eat dry food, but it didn't matter what they ate. It's really not good. It's OK to deal with dry food, but we don't have much water with us. We need to find a place to supplement it.
A group of more than 20 people followed the road to the village.
There is an old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Two Chinese garden dogs saw a group of people and began to bark.
An old man came out of the house at the entrance of the village.
”Who are you?” The villagers don't speak Putonghua, but the Hakka dialect of Nanchang. Fortunately, most of the writers here today are local Nanchang people. Although their accents are a little different, they can understand and speak.
”Fellow villagers, we are writers from the Provincial Writers' Association. We went to the mountains to collect wind. We passed by your village and wanted to have a rest and buy some rice and water.”
The old man looked at the group and saw that they were all well dressed, and most of them were not young, but they didn't look like bad people, so he nodded, ”OK, you come in.”
Then the old man drove away two Chinese garden dogs and led them into the house.
The old house was small and dark. Half of the people stood outside and looked in.
The night light went in and looked around. It was a very common old house. The things in the house were old. There was a long hall table in the hall. Anyone who had been to the countryside should have seen the old house. There was a black-and-white photo on the table. It was an old woman, and it should be the old man's wife. There was a altar worshipped. There was incense in the censer, and there were candles and white wax in front of it Candle.
The old man brought out some old black but stocky long stools and asked everyone to sit down. But there were only a few stools in the old man's house, and the big guys were not enough to sit down.
The old man thought, ”you want to eat, don't you?”
”Yes, yes, it's inconvenient not to know.”
The old man hesitated, but did not answer. On the contrary, he asked, ”do you give me money?”
”Here, of course. You can't eat for nothing.”
Old man: ”to eat better or worse.”
”All right!”
The old man nodded, ”just give me money. Let's go to the village ancestral hall. It's spacious. Otherwise, so many of you in our small family can't do it. Go to the ancestral hall. It's big and bright. I'll go to the village and pick it up for you.”
They nodded and followed the old man to the ancestral hall.
Many ancestral halls in rural areas are multi-purpose, not only for ancestor worship, but also for village gatherings or red and white events.
On the road, many villagers have come out to watch the excitement.
The curious villager asked, ”old stubborn, what are you doing? There are so many people
Old stubborn is old man, ”come outside, want to have a meal in our village, they are many, I take them to ancestral temple, you also ask your mother-in-law to help.”