How many days, how many months, how many years there are in a person’s life?

Two months and eighteen days a year, for every household in Lijia Village, it was just a yellowed calendar and three pages. Time was just such a time, and days were such a day. People on the yellow land, the sun and moon above their heads were like this, and the four seasons above their heads were like this, and they continued. One day, two days, half of their lives were not changed. At most, they were different from the daughter-in-law, the children they gave birth to, the food they produced, and the money they earned...

Two months and eighteen days a year, they were as always, as they were dressed and fed, got up early and fed the land, blew up at night, drank the northwest wind, daydreaming, were born in the yellow land, and died on the loess slope. For them, they were not even ambitions, just because they were full and well-dressed and thoughtful women were carrying their hands.

As for the world outside, they looked at the entrance of the village, then shrank their heads and bowed their backs, and walked home. Only when this yellow land could not keep a person, even if they left their hometown, did not look back, they just poked their heads one after another and pointed at them, and had the idea of ​​this Vajra circle. However, in a blink of an eye, when they saw their wives and children, they immediately left behind, and they still lived or squatted to bask in the sun.

Two months and eighteen days a year, the food price for summer and autumn harvest is still the same price, and the agricultural tax is still the same. The agricultural tax is paid and the flowers are spent. The whole year is the account, and the upper and lower parts will not be more than a few thousand. It would be good if there is a few hundred. It is worth the incense stick to the heavens and thank the grandmother of the earth for their kindness.

Two months and eighteen days a year, oxen plows the fields, sows breed, caves are renovated... The banner "One person joins the army, the whole family is glorious" hanging at the entrance of the village. A group of soldiers passing by may have been called "Goudan", "Nannan", "Eya" and other naughty names when they were young, and there were also a group of veterans who came back this time. Some of them were called "Goudan", "Nannan", and "Eya" when they were young.

Two months and eighteen days a year, is life really like a shuttle? Shen Qingman is still this person, and his temperament is no longer the same person he just came.

She lost her pride and her willfulness. Facing the village couple whom she had looked down on in the past, her condescending eyes became low and her arrogant tone became weak. Gradually, among the flying sand and stones, Shen Qingman's delicate and noble spirit was blown away from the prosperous Shanghai market.

She was able to endure hardships. Her pair of tender and smooth hands, carrying water and chopping firewood, washing clothes and cooking, grinding out calluses; her eyes that were like the flowing green stream were no longer prosperous, and she looked at the yellow slope and condensed into a clear and pure spring.

Such a woman can hold half of the sky. Shen Qingman became the new sky of Li Sanjia, the collapsed old sky, and became the god sister whom Li San had recognized, and buried Aunt Li's ashes together.

People from Lijia Village are destined to die in Lijia Village and are destined to be buried in the Fengshui cemetery set by their ancestors, whether in the village or in a foreign land.

In the past, when burial was built, it would be placed from the top of the mountain according to its seniority. Later, the government advocated cremation. This Fengshui mountain, which could only be buried for more than ten generations, could be buried dozens of urns.

But, there are exceptions

Li San's grandfather, who was born before liberation and lived until the reform, was highly prestigious in the village, was unique after his death and was incompatible with the village.

He, like Mr. Zhu in "White Deer Plain", went to the other side of the mountain on his death and reported an accurate position, and he was buried there. He also looked like Li Chunfeng who wrote "Pubei, Picture", and pointed to the other side of the mountain far away from Li Village, and reported an position, and asked Aunt Li to be buried there after her death.

Aunt Li listened to grandfather very much, and Li San listened to Aunt Li very much. So Li San buried Aunt Li's urn in the location designated by grandfather.

There are no trees around here, only soil, but fortunately there is no place that has almost collapsed due to soil erosion. Its direction is backed by the mountains of the village and facing the rolling Yellow River far away.

The tombstone is here, with black and white photos of Li Miaoyu of twenty-one. She is handsome and beautiful inside. However, she is buried here, and underneath is Li Miaoyu's forty-four-year-old Senshen ashes. She is inside. Even if she put on makeup before burning, she still looks haggard and thin, sick and lonely.

She married a person, but married the wrong person, and kept making mistakes until she died.

Today is Aunt Li’s last day for the first seventh day.

In front of the grave, Li San was still wearing mourning clothes, his forehead was knocked on the hard ground on the day of kneeling for three or five bows, and his skin was broken and blood flowed, and he still had no blood stasis. His knees were kneeling on the road of sharp stones on the day of funeral, scraping the skin and cutting the flesh, causing a faint pain, but he still kneeling and still knocking.

But no matter what, Li San's waist was always straight. He got up from kneeling down and stared at Aunt Li's monument for a long time. He wanted to remember his appearance and place, maybe for a long time, and he would never see him again. After today, the day after tomorrow he would leave the village, find his surname, and avenge his mother.

"Sister, I have been wronged by you over the years. Although my mother forced me to swear that I would send you home as soon as I saved enough money."

Li San looked at Shen Qingman, who was crying beside her. Her right arm was wearing a mourning belt, her white braid was hung on her left shoulder, and she was covered in a 100-piece street stall clothes. She was covered in mourning, and her daughter was very pretty. Shen Qingman stood gracefully in front of the grave, her hands crossed in front of her belly, and her flawless face was clumped with railings.

Li San cried and cried heartbrokenly, his throat was hoarse, "But, my mother is so sick that she has to keep her life with money. She kept blaming herself, thinking that she was dragging you down because she couldn't send you back as soon as possible. She felt very guilty, but sister, please don't blame your mother, it's all me, it's all me! I can't make money, I can't make more money."

Shen Qingman bit his lips tightly and said nothing.

"I blame me, sister, blame me. I should have let you go from the beginning. I am obsessed with it and want to do business with you. I want to threaten you to take your mother to the Shanghai Stock Exchange, let your so-called Shen family, let it contribute money and effort, to stay in the best hospital for my mother, take the best medicine, and cure the disease."

Li San raised his head, closed his eyes, and revealed his heart openly, as if a devout believer was telling his sins in the church. "So I have been guarding against you, staring at you, not allowing you to go to the county town, and not giving you the opportunity to contact your family, otherwise you would not suffer such sins with us."

"Sister, I'm sorry for you!"

Li San suddenly opened his eyes, and tears flowed downwards. He turned to Shen Qingman to face her, kowtowed without saying a word, and roared: "It's all useless, it's all useless, I can't make money from you, I can't make money from you, and I can't make money from my mother's treatment! Sister, don't blame Mom, if you want to blame me, it's all... it's all useless!"

He roared at the top of his throat, like a man scolding God who was not very eyed, and more like a powerless child crying to his father and stepmother.

Shen Qingman cried again. What did she blame? She didn't blame Aunt Li at all, nor did Li San. She looked at it, saw it in her eyes and in her heart.

Just like what Aunt Li said, she was dragging San'er down, and she was trapping San'er. You know, the man in front of him was Wu Quxing, who captured tigers and killed wolves, and drove mountains to the top. Wenquxing, the first in Huihui and the first in the sect, and the eternal North Star. Even in the night sky where suffering and poverty, it could not obliterate the tiny starlight in his heart. He would save money, go to the county town to search for old books, and stay up late to study by himself. But like him, he was trapped in this small world of wind and sand. The starlight was dim and could only be as slutty as a pig or a cow.

As the saying goes, the scholar of such a Confucian general is a good person, but in the end, the seedlings of such a Confucian general fell down by the poor bear and knelt on the ground and almost couldn't stand up. But unexpectedly, he was still stubbornly stubborn, as straight as his waist. Even if the disasters and hardships caused by God were many or more ruthless, only Aunt Li's close relatives died, he willingly knocked down his head.

"San'er, stop talking, it's not your fault, it's not."

Shen Qingman's whole body trembled, like Aunt Li in the past, hugged him tightly into his arms and comforted him with a warm embrace. She would not blame Li San, nor could she blame him, because in fact, Aunt Li had secretly asked Shen Qingman to contact the Shen family, but once or twice, without the intention of Shen Qingman, the Shen family never appeared at the entrance of the village.

Will the Shen family fall?

Obviously not.

That is the Shen family who doesn't want her anymore? The desperate Shen Qingman thought so, but couldn't figure out why the Shen family didn't want her? It is said that the water splashed by her married daughter, but isn't her own bottle of unopened pure water worth less than the dirty water flowing in the underground pipes?

In any case, that magnificent home has no place for her. In this small corner, there are her bowls, her chopsticks, and her place. Moreover, Shen Qingman is already familiar with this place for two months and eighteen days a year. She is used to smelling the smell of shit and urine. If she returns to Shanghai to breathe the breath of the big city, she may be allergic to her, because Shen Qingman's heart of longing for wealth and luxury has buried this yellow land deeply.

Shen Qingman wanted to stay, but she couldn't. Because Aunt Li left and Li San left, the house she stayed alone was not a home, but a house.

"How to go, do we have money?"

"Sister, don't worry, I've already decided. I'll borrow money from Li Hui. With our relationship, he will borrow it."

Li San came out of Shen Qingman's arms, which was filled with orchid fragrance, raised his head, and said decisively: "At that time, I will sell the two caves. The money I have collected in this way will be deducted from travel expenses, and the rest should be able to pay off my mother's debt of medical treatment."

"No, you can't sell caves, and you are not allowed to borrow money!" Shen Qingman flatly refused.

"Sister, the cave is only temporarily mortgaged, and the money is only temporarily borrowed. Don't worry, I will redeem the house and pay off my debts soon."

Li San Jianyi said, "To be honest, I have signed up with Li Tugen, who returned to the village to recruit workers. I will follow him to the Shanghai Stock Exchange the day after tomorrow. You can go with me. As for the money, you don't have to worry. It's enough. Maybe you can buy it for you. I think you should buy it too, so that you can save yourself from going home and let your family see these rustic clothes and think you have entered a bandit's nest."
Chapter completed!