When he went to Li Zhaohui's house for dinner, the table for the second round of dinner had already been cleared. There were only two rounds in total, so at this moment, other than those who were in charge of the big stove who were free, the others were very busy. They had to clean up and wash the dishes, and the women were the main force.
"Hurry up and eat. We'll be at the wedding grave later." Li Zhaokun was very dissatisfied with his son's inaction!
"Got it." In front of so many people, Li He did not want to sing a different tune. At this moment, his father's authority still needed to be maintained, and it would be inappropriate for him to undermine it in public.
"Erhe, you haven't eaten, right? Come here." Er Laizi saw Li He and greeted him warmly, "Let's eat together."
The few of them who were in charge of the big stove opened a separate small stove, and at this moment, there was wine and meat.
"I don't drink, just some rice will do." Li He sat on the big bench, scooped a bowl of rice, and sat in the middle of the few people.
"How much do you want to drink?" Er Laizi and Bai Xi wanted to continue persuading him. They were more or less afraid of Li Zhaokun's two sons. In the beginning, they brought Li Zhaokun to play mahjong, and Li Zhaokun lost too much, so all of them became creditors, and the Li brothers almost beat them up.
"Then a cup." Smelling the wine, Li He could not control himself at all.
Although it was still difficult for him to quit drinking, he'd completely quit smoking, and he hadn't smoked a single cigarette in these two months. This change caused many people to be extremely surprised, and they even privately guessed that Li Lao 'er might have some sort of hidden illness that caused him to have no choice but to quit smoking.
After drinking a cup of wine and carelessly eating a bowl of rice, he did not wait for others to greet him and put down his bowl and chopsticks.
"Erhe, don't you want to eat more?" Bai Xi asked.
"You guys eat slowly, I'll go see the children." Li He saw Li Yi squatting by the haystack, trotted over, and found that she was secretly stuffing mung bean balls into her mouth. He was angry and amused at the same time.
Because of the same hygiene problem, He Fang didn't allow them to eat these things, unless it was made by his family.
Sometimes, he felt that He Fang was making a mountain out of a molehill, but He Fang was indifferent to him. He was never particular about what he ate or drank, but he was very meticulous when it came to the children. They couldn't eat this, couldn't drink that. When the two children came across something that suited their taste, it was as if they had discovered a new continent.
"Daddy, it's delicious." Li Yi wanted to stuff the food into her father's mouth. At the same time, she did not forget to pay attention to her mother who was washing the dishes by the well.
"Eat it yourself." Li He patted his daughter's head and reminded Li Ke, "Look after your sister. Don't let her play with the water."
Li Ke opened his hand and then clenched it into a fist. "Don't worry, she won't be able to escape my grasp!"
Li He said, "It's about time to go back for an afternoon nap."
When the bride and groom came out of the inner room, Li Zhaokun began to shout, "Hey, the sheet is on, where is the fruit?"
He ran back and forth, full of energy.
The Li family's grave had already become a legend. Those who were superstitious about Fengshui would occasionally take a look when they passed by.
The Fengshui of the cemetery was originally something that Li Zhaokun and the blind man had colluded to deceive people. However, the highest level of deceiving people was to deceive them to the point that they themselves believed it.
Therefore, last year, Li Zhaokun had discussed with the blind man again to create a Fengshui protection for the Li family's cemetery. What if someone was jealous and destroyed it? What would happen then!
On the way back, he also saved Sang Yongbo's daughter, Sang Chunling.
"Hey, you guys walk along the ridges of the fields." Seeing the wheat sprouts in their fields being trampled by others, there were naturally people who were unhappy.
The reason why Li Village was called Li Village was because there were many people with the surname Li. At this moment, all the people who could come to the wedding grave, except for those who did not have the surname Li and those who did not have the surname Li, were all here. The sparse line was at least a mile long.
Old Li's family was a local, and five generations of them were buried here. The graves were originally scattered on both sides of the Huai River. Later, because of the construction of the river, they needed to move. Li Fucheng and a few other uncles discussed and decided to reopen the graves. They picked up the bones and dug a hole in the unmanaged mass grave. Who would have thought that it would become the so-called Feng Shui treasure land in everyone's mouths.
Li Zhaokun pointed at the pile of graves to Li Kuo and his wife. "That's your great-grandfather, that's your great-great-grandfather, that's your great-great-grandmother …"
The graves were very simple. It was nothing more than a series of small mounds with some cypress and mulberry trees growing on them. If one did not pay attention, they would not even know that it was a grave.
Other than Li Zhaokun and Li Fucheng's cousins, there were no outsiders present. Even Li Zhaoming and Li Zhaohui could not tell who was who among the dozens of graves.
"Got it." Even though Li Kuo had opened his eyes wide to listen, he still could not tell who was who. He could only bite the bullet and nod. He had already made up his mind that he would do whatever Li Zhaokun asked him to do!
"That's your great-grandfather. Put more." Li Zhaokun said to Li Long. "Behind him is your great-great-grandmother. Put a little more for the others."
There were many graves here, but they could not put the paper money in the same pot. It was egalitarianism, and there must be a difference between those who were close to him and those who were distant. His grandfather, which was Li Fucheng's biological father, naturally had to put more paper money on his grave. As for the other families, it was fine.
"Unlucky and died early." Li Fucheng suddenly felt something. He lost his father when he was eight years old, and then his mother remarried. Although it was not to the point of being homeless, his life was miserable. "No luck at all."
He was not only talking about his father, but also about himself.
He was so young, and without his father, he was naturally pitiful and unlucky.
His father was short-lived, and he did not see the changes later on. He did not enjoy happiness, so of course, he was not lucky.
"Let bygones be bygones." Although Li Zhaokun was impatient with Li Fucheng's words, he did not want to show it on his face. After the paper money was lit, he ordered Li Long, "Firecrackers, fire the firecrackers."
The firecrackers were different from burning paper money. The firecrackers surrounded the whole graveyard, and were not placed on a single grave mound. This row of graves belonged to the Li family, and the firecrackers were set off in unison. It was better to have fun together than to have fun alone.
After the firecrackers were set off, Li Zhaokun scattered a handful of fruits on the graves. Seeing that Li Kuo and his wife were still in a daze, he urged them, "Kowtow, three."
Li Kuo hurriedly spread the prepared bedsheets on the ground, and the couple kowtowed three times on the bedsheets. After they were done kowtowing on this grave, they moved the bedsheets to another grave. Five graves in a row, and they were all his immediate elders.
After everything was done, Li Zhaokun then called everyone to leave.
The cold wind blew, and snow slowly fell from the sky.
This Spring Festival, Four and Five did not come back, and Wang Yulan was unhappy. He said to Li He, "Don't you care about them!"
"I'll give them a call when I have time." Li He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Wasn't it his responsibility to discipline his daughter as a mother? But he had no choice. His mother was slowly becoming dependent on him, and he didn't know if he should be happy or distressed.
The last market on Lunar New Year's Eve was called the "Naked Egg Market" in the countryside. No one understood the specific meaning. Maybe it meant that only the poor would go to the market on this day, or maybe it meant that the things in the market had already been snatched away. Anyway, that was how it was called.
Yang Huai and Li Pei had always been inseparable. Today, you sleep at my house, and tomorrow, I sleep at yours. They couldn't stay at home anymore, so they insisted on going to the Naked Egg Market. In the end, they were beaten up like hooligans at noon.
Yang Xuewen and Li Long were angry and anxious. Li Zhaokun carried a shovel and wanted to go to town on the spot, and Wang Yulan kept applying the mercurochrome on Yang Huai and his children.
"What's going on?" Li He pulled Li Zhaokun back and asked Yang Huai, whose eyes were swollen from the beating, with a fierce face, "Why did they hit you for no reason?"
The Li and Yang families were big families in Hongheqiao. Although the two brothers didn't stay at home all year round, they were famous people in Hongheqiao. Because in Hongheqiao, there were no other people of the same age who were more recognizable than the two brothers. They wore fashionable clothes, spent money generously, and never asked the price of things!
In the whole of Hongheqiao, among the people of the same age, no one was richer than the two brothers!
Their families were all strict fathers, so it wasn't easy to get money, but at the same time, they also needed a loving mother!
They often casually took out a few thousand yuan worth of brand new notes, so it was hard not to be famous! There was no one in town who didn't know the two brothers!
As soon as they saw the two brothers coming over, all of them wanted to squeeze the meat off their faces and smile as brightly as they could.
Therefore, Li He was very puzzled. Knowing that they were the children of the Li and Yang families, who in this town would dare to hit them?
When they heard Li He's question, Yang Xuewen and his wife also fixed their gazes on their son.
Yang Huai looked at Li Pei, and Li Pei looked at Yang Huai. Neither of them dared to speak first.
"Say something, are you mute?" Yang Xuewen was very irritable. The thorn stick was already in his hand and was about to hit Yang Huai. He was really angry. It was said that his son was acting like a hooligan!
Although he didn't believe it, they wouldn't accuse his son for no reason, right?
"I'll talk." Yang Huai couldn't bear to see Yang Huai get hit. "He whistled at the girl in the wholesale department, but the girl ignored him, and he continued to whistle at the door."
He felt that he was the one who was wronged. The shop owner came out to beat up Yang Huai, and he was only trying to stop the fight from the side. He didn't expect to be implicated. Fortunately, he wasn't as miserable as Yang Huai, with his eyes swollen, and he only had his shirt pocket torn.
"That's it?" Before Li He could rejoice, he heard a ghastly wail. Yang Huai was already being chased by Yang Xuewen, who was holding a thorn stick.
"Son of a bitch! Who told you to be so naughty! "
No matter how young Yang Huai was, no matter how good his legs were, how could he compare to the furious Yang Xuewen who wanted to teach him a lesson when he ran in the snow? He tripped and fell into the snow. Even though he instinctively protected his head, he couldn't help but let out a blood-curdling scream when the vines smashed down.
"You motherf * cker, are you crazy?!" The first person to step forward to protect Yang Huai was not Li Mei, but Li Zhaokun. He elbowed Yang Xuewen to the side.
"Don't bother." Li Mei stepped forward to hold Li Zhaokun back, not letting her father intervene. She gritted her teeth and said to Yang Xuewen, "You beat him. I'll beat him when you're tired."
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