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There is no such thing as a cemetery in most rural areas.

Everyone’s ancestral graves are buried in the other’s land, which has been the case for decades.

The cemetery of Xiaowuzhuang has set a precedent in Shili Baxiang.

Wu Jun contracted all the land in Xiaowuzhuang for sunshine greenhouse planting.

If we continue to retain the former scattered tombs, it is obviously not appropriate.

Several graves suddenly appeared in the high-end atmosphere and high-grade sunshine greenhouse, and the style of painting was obviously not right.

For this reason, Wu Jun specially planned 100 acres of land in the north of the village as the cemetery of Xiaowuzhuang.

The cemetery in Xiaowuzhuang is a real cemetery, and there are no messy fees such as management fees.

The cemetery is in the north of the village, not far from every household. It doesn't need to be managed at all, just sweep the snow in front of the door.

The moving of the tomb can be carried out smoothly. On the one hand, the old village chief has done a good job in the ideological work of the villagers.

On the other hand, Wu Jun's compensation is in place.

Regardless of new graves and old graves, a tomb relocation fee of 10,000 yuan per grave.

Wu Jun paid to find someone to dig the tomb, and the coffin and tombstone were also fully reimbursed.

In general, the villagers in Xiaowuzhuang's tomb moved fairly well, and there was no moth.

Wu Jun and Ma Dongmei walked deep to the cemetery.

The entire cemetery is covered with white snow, and the snow on the tombstones seems to be more than ten centimeters long.

The first snow in 20202 will come earlier and more violently than in previous years.

Wu Jun held a broom in his hand.

After finding the tomb of the grandparents, sweep the snow from the tombstone and clean the front tribute table.

Ma Dongmei knelt in front of the grave with a pious face, while pulling out something from her pocket, muttering something in her mouth:

"Parents, thank you in the Spirit of Heaven for blessing Xiaojun's safety. The weather is cold and I made you some cotton-padded clothes for the winter. You still have money. Remember to come and get it."

"Now the conditions at home are better. If you are missing something, don't feel wronged over there, buy what you want to eat, and burn it for you if the money is not enough."

"..."

Ma Dongmei had already taken out a pile of sacrifices in front of the grave as he spoke.

Bundles of Ming coins with a face value of more than 10 billion, rhubarb paper, cotton clothes made of colored paper, gold and silver ingots, etc., etc.

Wu Jun stared at him for a while, how high inflation should be in the world of grandparents!

Ma Dongmei looked at her son and urged: "Why are you still stunned? Hurry up and start the fire."

After going to the tomb, he still has to go to the temple to vouch for. Ma Dongmei's plan today is very thorough, and he already has a travel plan before going out.

Wu Jun looked around and joked: "Mom, the fire in the wild won't detain me?"

"You dare not light it. Give me the fire. I light it. If you want to detain you, you will also detain me." Ma Dongmei reached out and asked her son for fire, angrily said, "At home, you and your dad will only anger me. I might as well go. I’m staying in the detention center, at least quiet, and no one angry me!"

"Mom, you are my real mother, can't I just light this fire? Don't say these things anymore. The neighbors in the neighborhood think how unfilial their son is when they hear it." Wu Jun instantly raised his hand and surrendered. He quickly took out the lighter from his pocket and squatted to the ground to help the ignition.

After the sacrifice encountered the flame, it was quickly ignited and began to burn.

Ma Dongmei grabbed the sacrifice with a small stick, and said with a glance at her son: "Where are you filial? There are three unfilial piety. Have you ever heard the saying that you are the greatest? If you are really filial, give it like Wu Di. Mom has a grandson."

Wu Jun joked: "Can my granddaughter do it?"

"Of course it works, as long as it is yours, grandchildren and granddaughters will like it!" Ma Dongmei smiled on her face and looked forward to her. She had no patriarchal thoughts.

Wu Jun paused and said, "There will always be this day."

Ma Dongmei gave her son a white look, and said in her mouth: "Mom and dad, you bless Xiaojun, get married and have children to our old Wu family to inherit from generation to generation!"

Wu Jun: "..."

Comrade Ma Dongmei wants to hold his grandson too strong...

The two went to the grave and left the cemetery.

All the way north.

Under the heavy snow, in the silver-clad world, the only effective means of transportation are "legs".

The cemetery is already the northernmost part of Xiaowuzhuang.

Not far from the cemetery, he entered the boundaries of other villages.

The village bordering Xiaowuzhuang is called Niujia Village.

Although the two villages are neighboring villages, they are not the same township.

Xiaowuzhuang is Beiqi Township, and Niujia Village belongs to Wanggou Township.

With the Hongfu agricultural project officially landed in Beiqi Township.

The villagers in Beiqi Township were lively and vigorous as the New Year.

The villagers in Wanggou Township can only watch and jealously.

However, there are no capable people in the township, and I want to immigrate to Beiqi Township.

Wanggou Township has mountains, rivers and temples. During the annual Spring Festival temple fair, villagers can earn some extra money from tourists.

For many years, the villagers in Beiqi Township envied the villagers in Wanggou Township.

At this moment, it has completely fallen, and the villagers in Beiqi Township have become an enviable existence.

The salary is high, the work intensity is low, the welfare is good, the salary is timely, guarding the home, etc...

It's hard not to be envied by people like this!

As a member of Beiqi Township, I am so happy!

Wu Jun and Ma Dongmei talked while talking, but they were not boring.

Wu Jun is actually quite willing to communicate with his mother.

As long as she does not urge the marriage, everything is easy to say.

Knowing the son is not the mother, Ma Dongmei also knows the temper of his son.

She just reminded him regularly by knocking sideways, but she wouldn't be like Tang Sanzang, chanting a tight-fitting curse to her son.

If everything goes too far, you must master the degree of urging marriage.

Apart from not getting married, the son is very good in other aspects.

The two walked deep and shallow on the snow, leaving behind one large and one small footprints.

The distance between Donglin Mountain and Xiaowuzhuang is more than 4000 meters.

Normally, this journey will not take an hour.

Today’s extreme road conditions are conservatively estimated to take more than two hours.

This time, it's almost the same as when an office worker goes to a class.

Wu Jun meant to wait for the sky to clear, and drive down the road to the temple to pay his wish.

However, Ma Dongmei said that walking past in this weather is more religious.

Wu Jun is no more than his mother, so he can only obey the old one less.

The two walked more than 2,000 meters in one breath, Ma Dongmei's breathing rhythm was obviously not as steady as before.

Although she usually dances square dance every day, she has great physical fitness.

But it's definitely not comparable to a guy like Wu Jun.

This principle is well understood. A car with decades of age is not as powerful as a new car that has just rolled off the assembly line even if it is well maintained.

"Mom, are you tired? Come on, I'll carry you." Wu Jun laughed and leaned forward to his mother and took her arm.

Ma Dongmei smiled and punched her son: "I'll make your mother happy with witty words. Just your small body, don't push you down."

"I look down on people, right? Today I will challenge myself to carry you from here to the temple." Wu Jun said, kneeling down in front of Ma Dongmei, and greeted his mother and said, "Get on the horse!"

Ma Dongmei looked at her son's thin shoulders, her eyes flushed, and she felt an urge to cry.

My son has really grown up, but I am willing to let him carry him on his own. It is almost the same.

The scene before him triggered Ma Dongmei's memory of the past.

In the early years, news of losing children in rural areas was not uncommon.

Ma Dongmei and Wu Guangqiang brought Wu Jun and Ma Siyu with them when they went to the ground.

One is tied on one's back, and the two children are more important than anything else.

In this moment, decades have passed, and his son has grown up and achieved a great cause.

"Get up quickly, your mother is not old enough to walk on her back, let's talk about it when I am too old to walk!"

Ma Dongmei reached out to wipe the corners of her eyes, patted her son on the back, and continued to walk forward.

Wu Jun caught up with his mother and jokingly said: "Mom, don't be polite to me, it's out of date!"

Ma Dongmei smiled angrily: "Who is polite with you, do you want to compare, see who of us comes to the temple first?"

"Comparation, preparation, start!" Wu Jun speeded up after speaking.

"Boy, you ran away, start over!"

The mother and daughter were frolicking and chasing all the way in the snow, and time seemed to flow back on them.

There are too many similarities between this scene and the scene in the snow more than 20 years ago.

The difference is that Ma Dongmei is old and Wu Jun has grown up.

1:10 in the afternoon.

Wu Jun and Ma Dongmei arrived in the Donglin Mountain area.

Fortunately, the temple they were going to vouch for was at the foot of Donglin Mountain, not on the mountain.

Although the incense of this temple is very good, it is said that it was built by a prince.

According to legend, Tang Prince Li Chang (word Tianshou), faced with the right and wrong in the court, was powerless, and he did not like the life that was very depressing and depressing despite the fine clothes and food, and decided to travel.

When he came to the foot of Donglin Mountain, he fell in love with the tranquility of this place and practiced here, called "Master Yuanze."

Thus, there was the Wanshou Temple, also called Wanshou Temple.

It is said that there were more than 550 resident monks during the heyday of Wanshou Temple. In the Tang Dynasty, Wanshou Temple was also named a national temple, and Master Yuanze was named a national teacher.

This statement is not groundless, there is a tall forest at the foot of Donglin Mountain, and documents have been unearthed.

One of the towers is Master Yuanze’s Pagoda of Passion. The tombstone records: Prince Yuanze passed away at the age of 125.

There is also a legend that after the prince converted to Wanshou Temple, the Emperor Tang visited many times to persuade the prince to return to the court. The last time the Emperor Tang visited, he wanted to take the prince back to the capital, and the 125-year-old Li Chang had no choice but to climb the cliff and Nirvana.

When Wu Jun thinks of this legend, there is always an urge to laugh...

Others falling off the cliff is called falling off the cliff, this Master Yuanze falling off the cliff is called Nirvana...

There is also a 125-year-old climber who is a real bull beer!

666!

Wu Jun is so old that he hasn't reached the summit of Donglin Mountain yet!

"Hey, Xiaojun, look, someone in front of us has gone up the mountain."

Ma Dongmei couldn't help being a little surprised when she saw two strings of intact footprints on the road.

Wu Jun also saw the footprints: "Really, there are still people coming to this small ruined temple in this spooky weather."

"Bah, baah! Don't blame the Buddha, the children are talking nonsense." Ma Dongmei muttered, then glared at Wu Jun, "You are in front of the mountain, don't be silly."

"Obviously." Wu Jun covered his mouth, unconvinced.

"Let's go, hurry into the temple and repay the wish that we can go home. It's late and dark." Ma Dongmei greeted and led the way.

Niang Liang walked more than 20 minutes from the front of the mountain before arriving at the gate of Wanshou Temple.

The gate of Wanshou Temple is only open during temple fairs. Normally, the gate is closed, and almost no one enters the gate.

Unless it is a devout believer like Ma Dongmei who comes to repay the promise.

Wu Jun and his mother entered the temple through the small gate, and the two strings of footprints on the snow in the temple were still there.

From afar, Wu Jun saw a bloated woman walking back and forth in the doorway holding a flower quilt.

Moreover, this woman gave Wu Jun a feeling of deja vu.

Ma Dongmei also saw the woman, turned around and said to Wu Jun: "Come first, then come later. Let's wait here for a while, and we will go after the worship is over."

"Oh." Wu Jun agreed, his eyes still waiting for the pacing woman at the gate of the temple.

Ma Dongmei followed her son's gaze to the woman at the door and said with a joke: "What are you looking at? Want to have a baby?"

Wu Jun looked speechless: "How can I get involved in giving birth for no reason..."

He just felt that the woman was a bit familiar, what does it have to do with giving birth!

Ma Dongmei blanked her son and said, "Stupid boy, what is the baby in the swaddling she is holding in her arms!"

"Ah? That thing is a baby... I thought it was a quilt!" Wu Jun suddenly realized.

The baby thing is too unfamiliar to an unmarried man, Wu Jun didn't think about it at all.

After Ma Dongmei's reminder, Wu Jun then connected the things held in his parents' arms with the legendary swaddling baby!

No wonder women have been pacing in front of the door. They are coaxing children!

as predicted.

As soon as Ma Dongmei's words fell, a loud baby cry sounded in the courtyard.

Ma Dongmei could not hear the child crying the most. After hearing the child's cry, the expression on her face became a little bit sad.

"One by one, don't cry, one by one, mother will come out soon." The woman gently patted the baby, calling the child's name, and continued to circle the door.

"Huh..." Wu Jun felt familiar after hearing the woman's voice, and a person automatically appeared in his mind.

Li Yueling!

Before, he felt that this woman was familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere, but that she was like Li Yueling, the live-in nanny of Angel's family.

Hearing the voice of women talking at this moment, the image of Li Yueling resurfaced in Wu Jun's mind.

The image and voice are right. Wu Jun feels that this woman is 90% likely to be Li Yueling.

The remaining 10% of the uncertainty factor is because Wu Jun clearly knows that Li Yueling's family is not as small as the child in her arms.

"One by one, be good! Stop crying, stop crying."

The voice of women coaxing the children came again, and the image of Li Yueling became clearer in Wu Jun's mind.

Ma Dongmei pulled Wu Jun's sleeve and said anxiously: "Is the child hungry? Why is the child's mother not coming out yet."

"Mom, why are you in a hurry..." Wu Jun looked at his mother with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"This child's cry seems to be penetrating, and it makes people feel uncomfortable." Ma Dongmei frowned slightly and said, "How do you feel that this child is different from other people's crying?"

"Isn't this the child of someone else's family..." Wu Jun looked speechless.

Ma Dongmei insisted: "This other person's child is different from another person's child."