Rupert is pacing in his new house. On April day, I had already put on a muslin blouse. Nevertheless, sweat soaked my clothes. The second day after I moved into my new house, I carried a solid wood coffin. At this moment, white lanterns were hung inside and outside the house, and a room full of people mourned and gathered in the purlin to burn paper money.
"Father, Commissioner Li of Li Jishen came to offer his condolences." A young man with a fine swagger walked up to Lu Bodu and said.
Before the host greeted me, I saw a group of uniformed people quick march enter the main hall. The wailing in the hall stopped and temporarily entered the side hall. The leading soldier's dark face was full of sadness, so he took the hand of the head of the family in class and said, "You are always sorry for your loss! The early death of Director Lu Yingcai is really a loss for our party. " After saying this, he ordered people to send a pair of handwritten elegiac couplets and hang them in the mourning hall. Write a letter, Yushu is buried for a long time, and his heart is not strong; Brave and heroic, always showing off the orchid. The soldiers mourned for a long time and mourned for both sides of the substation. The dark yellow uniform was wet by the pouring rain, and there was no frown for a moment, just like the scene of Lu Tiannan's strict military ranks when he was alive.
Lu Bodu coughed a few times and leaned against the plush chair with the old tree crutch. White-haired people send black-haired people, and the pain in their hearts is needless to say. I think his Lushi family lived in Luling, Jiangxi province, and they have taken root to build ancestral temples, which are famous in the province. Not only did their ancestors succeed in Yin Gong, but their descendants also had a good intention. Lu Tiannan, the eldest son, was the most proud of the spring breeze. At a young age, he followed the Kuomintang and went to the Whampoa Military Academy. When he was a soldier, he was occasionally seriously ill, but he failed to achieve good news but sent a sad letter. Lu Yannan, the third son-Lu Bodu touched the crutches in his hand-The year before last, a fellow villager took a group of people to the ancestral home. The pedestrian was immature and his clothes and shoes were worn out, and several of them fell on the side of the road. Mr. Lu Lao has always been charitable, and it goes without saying that wine and meat are eaten, and he even took out some silver dollars and things to give to everyone. When Yan Nan was helping, she thought that after listening to the remark that "a single spark can start a prairie fire", she silently packed her things for herself and left together. When he left, the older leader handed Mr. Lu a crutch, that is, the one in his hand, saying that "Ceng Shan didn't think to report it, only with a wooden stick as evidence, and he will report it when he wins". From then on, this wooden stick will never leave your hand again, as a token of missing your youngest son.
if it weren't for the chaos of the times, explosions of "whew-boom" would have exploded overhead at two ends in three days, so I wouldn't want to leave my hometown. Thanks to Xian Ai, the second son, who stayed at home and helped to take care of things, I can only rely on his youthful strength to move from my hometown to Guilin this time. When the new house was completed, I never thought that the first visitor was actually the lifeless eldest son.
"Sir, there's a telegram from Mr. Liu in Shanghai." The domestic slave respectfully handed the note in his hand.
Lu Bodu unfolded his creed, ironed out his serious expression and said to his wife, "My old Liu always misses me so much. I shipped the cloth to Shanghai before, and I bet him that if he could sell it out within one month, he would immediately become in-laws. No, the person who wants a wife is coming. " Madame was delighted when she heard this. He also called two school-age ladies in the back room and told them, "Show each of you a photo and show it to your future husband." Hearing this, the two young ladies naturally blushed. Miss San listened and didn't care about the things around her. She was more than 2 years older than her eldest brother, and her sisters were nearly ten years older than her. All she knew was that she had been in a strange place by coach for nearly a month, and she had to go to primary school the next day, which was no longer the place originally called a private school.
it's getting dark everywhere, and the light in the white lantern can barely shine on people who are busy going in and out. Moving to a new place, funerals are repeated, and there are very few people in Lu Zhai who can help, and even dinner is not prepared. When Mrs. Zhou visited next door at noon, she noticed that the new neighbor's house was exquisite and thoughtful, but by lunch time, no one was dining. I saw that his little girl took one or two kumquats and stuffed them into her mouth at a medium speed, fearing that her father would punish her again.
it's time for dinner again. I saw Mrs. Zhou carrying the burden from the outside into the patio, lifting the bamboo cover on the surface, and suddenly making a cloud.
As it happens, Miss Big and Miss Second came back from going out. After passing through the back hall, they couldn't help sighing, "It smells good!" He went up to see what had happened. Seeing that they were coming towards her, Mrs. Zhou quickly spread out two white porcelain bowls, put two white things into a boiling porcelain pot in a bear and stirred for a while, then fished them out and threw them into the bowl, and opened another bear cover, with two spoonfuls of juice and three spoonfuls of ingredients. While walking, the two young ladies watched the performance, which was also a strange way: "Mrs. Zhou, what unique skill did you give the performance?" Mrs. Zhou first handed two bowls and said, "Try them first. This is the unique skill of Guilin people-rice noodle with burden. We eat it every day, and we don't worry about powder for a day, so we all feel uncomfortable. Hurry up and call your old guy (Guilin dialect: father) and brother to eat together. " The two young ladies tasted the fresh food and went back to the back room to call out their families to have a look.
after dinner, everyone held Mrs. Zhou back and asked her to tell me about the old customs and new things here. Zhou Sister-in-law also sat down and said carefully from the beginning that the war between ghosts and gods shot astronomical phenomena, the first emperor opened canals with the help of mountain gods, and the Ming Emperor was stationed in the mansion in the south, all of which were told into a local history romance. Everyone is also listening to delusion, as if from the war into Xanadu. Zhou Sister-in-law didn't stop. She took Xian Ai's water and drank a few mouthfuls, as if she had added enough power, and continued to talk about the changes in recent years.
"You don't know. In recent years, our General Li and General Bai have been fighting hard, and they have made our city colorful, including dance halls and ghost goods. People say that Guilin has become a small Hong Kong! " Mrs. Zhou said proudly, "Look at the new couple who moved across the hall. They are the Xiao Hong couple that the newspaper always mentioned." A romance of Guilin has been talking about the rain stopping, and several stars are lit up in the air.
after the three-day hall was dedicated, everyone moved the hall of the young master to the side hall, and the main hall began to restore its original use. Before the relocation of Lu Jiaju's family, Lu Bodu and Xian Ai visited Guangxi for many times, and they had a little understanding of the surrounding situation. It was rare that there was such a valley depression for people to recuperate in the war. They met two plots of land early, one is a new home, the other is connected with the home, and there are also two entrance rooms as stores.
The family got up early this day and turned into their own shop next door. The orchestra was already waiting at the door, and the father and son distributed a red paper bag to each person. In the loud suona sound, Xian Ai boarded the lintel and hung a plaque with the words "Wan Feng Gauze Village" written in Jinsha ink. Shops with this posture are rare in a few miles. When neighbors hear the noise, they all come to watch the fun. At the corner of the street, you can see those golden lacquer characters flashing. After the opening firecrackers sounded, several housekeepers of wealthy families rushed into the door, demanding "the best cloth in the village". Xian Ai has been greeting these mammy since early until noon, but during the busy time, she really sold some of the best goods in the cloth village. In the afternoon, Buzhuang was even more busy. When everyone saw the squire and the general's office coming to buy cloth, they all came in to pick and choose, and all kinds of fabrics in Buzhuang were sold all over. Lu Bodu remembered the bet made by the Liu family, who was doing business with Shanghai. The trade in this small town was still booming, but it was not sold out in Shanghai in half a day. He thought of this, secretly scold a way in his heart, this old Liu elder brother deceives me in the countryside, doesn't understand the market of big cities, and insists on pulling my second daughter to be a daughter-in-law. Although Lu Bodu thinks so, his face still shows a little red light. It turned out that a few days ago, his two daughters heard about the photo shoot, and rushed to the photo studio to take a photo, urging their father to send it. A few days later, there was also a reply from Shanghai, saying that she had taken a fancy to two girls. When Lu's family was arranged properly, she immediately sent someone to pick them up.
In recent days, everything in the family has been arranged properly, and Master Lu began to miss his third son, Yan Nan, who is far away.