Chapter 138: 【clove】

The fellows who ate food were very enthusiastic.
I went to the writers one after another.
客人 "Guest, what do you think of my old hen, just picked it up from home, rest assured that you raised it yourself, absolutely not sick!"
客人 "Guest, look at my bacon. It's not bad. I keep it and don't want to eat it."
看看 "Look at my ham, it tastes good, come on!"
"..."
Many writers looked at each other and were a little uncomfortable by the enthusiastic fellows.
I also remembered how long I said at the beginning, afraid of being pitted, and a writer asked weakly, "How much is this ...?"
The villagers were surprised for a while, and then someone said, "It's all their own things. We don't know the price, just look at it."
I watched it? What's going on?
I say this, the writers are more worried about being pitted, what if you end up asking the price?
"We have to have a price for our own things, we can't figure it out. When there is more or less, it will easily lead to misunderstanding and trouble. You guess the price."
The old fellows thought that this was indeed the case, so they quoted one after another.
"My old hen weighs 4 pounds, so you're 20 pounds."
"I have 3 catties for this grass carp, and 6 yuan per cat."
"Bacon 20."
"Ham 30."
The fellows have quoted one after another, and the writers' dangling hearts have been put down. The fellows are still very simple. There is no sky-high asking price, on the contrary they are cheap.
Can you buy 20 yuan a cat pure domestic chicken outside? Want to buy bacon for 22 yuan? The ham only cost 30 yuan? This is all cost.
A writer thinks that the fellows are selling a little cheaper, "Later, your price ..."
The fellows thought for a while that the writers thought it was expensive.
客人 "Guest, isn't it expensive, then we can make it cheaper, my old hen counts you 18 ..."
"No, no." The talking writer waved hands again and again, "I do n’t think it's expensive, but we think it's too cheap. You can't lose money by selling it this way."
The fellows came to understand this, "Hey, what is cheap is not cheap, these are our own things, chickens and ducks are raised from their own homes, bacon and ham are also pickled by pigs and fish are also made by the pond There is nothing to lose. "
The honest villagers are very real.
"That's all, that's all, we'll all be."
My fellow villagers were happy, and responded cheerfully, "Okay, okay, we'll take the kitchen for you."
A group of people went to the kitchen each carrying their own things, and Luminous waited and waited.
It didn't take long before a series of delicious dishes began to serve.
Ravioli is a very simple method of farm food, there is no variety of spices, but the natural flavor of the ingredients is better, but it makes everyone eat heartily.
Several fellows have been waiting in the shrine to watch lively chats. The writers have invited them to eat together several times. The fellows are particular about preparing for the guests and cannot take the table to take advantage of it. The temptation to eat with everyone.
The old man was also there. He also took a few sips of wine with some fellow writers who accompanied some good folks.
Liquor is also a sorghum liquor brewed by Laoxiangmen. It tastes good and good.
Ye Guang did not drink, he basically did not touch the drip.
The dinner table is a good occasion to open the topic. Although the fellows are not very literate, they can sip two sips at the table, and it is quite hot to eat a meal.
Some writers couldn't help curiosity, and asked why Murakami had no one dead hanging on it, and there were candles on the stage and paper money on the brazier on the ground.
The old drank some wine, and the conversation box was opened. It was not a secret that could not be said, and it was originally said.
"Today is Ding's death," said the old with sorrow and sorrow. "Since the guests asked, let's talk about it. Ding's name is clove. It turned out that a teacher from our village has been Teach our children in the village, that girl is well-behaved, sensible, and cultural, and everyone in the village likes her. Speaking of this girl, Lilac is a hard-working child, and I do n’t know where she came from. I did n’t tell her clearly , I know that it is a person from the north. The big girl in her early twenties has been in our village for seven years. All the good youth have been spent on these children in our village. Good guys. "
The old said that tears appeared in her eyes, and a few fellow villagers who accompanied the wine also looked bleak, "It's our fault, we are in a remote and rural area, and there is no place in ten miles to go to school. She doesn't It ’s so many years to lose the children without teaching. It ’s a pity that this good guy did n’t take care of it. Last year, this girl suddenly had a serious illness. Our big guy got together to send money to the hospital. Incredibly, advanced cancer, a good girl, that's all. "
It ’s easy to be sentimental when people are older, and the old talked and choked and choked old tears.
What a good child, what a good person, it ’s gone, it ’s gone. After this child is gone, we I do n’t know where she came from, where she is, or even a letter to his family could n’t do it. I buried him in Houshan. Everyone remembers her. Today is her death date ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ So all the big guys hung white puppets on the doors and windows of the room, hoping that he could see them in the sky, knowing that we people are still concerned about her. "
The writers listened to the old and choked while telling about clove. They were also infected by his emotions, all of them looked sad.
Ji Yeguang had some feelings in her heart. A girl in her twenties ran to this small village to be a teacher. She stayed there for seven years, and finally died in a mountain village in a foreign country. There is really such a selfless dedication in this world.
He devoted his youth to his life.
The old hoe's words were still very simple and could not depict much, but a few words made Ye Guangxin's heartfelt admiration for this girl named Lilac.
"Today is her death date. In the afternoon, all the men, women, and children in our village will go to the mountain to see her, weed her graves, and add a handful of new soil."
Yueguang put down the chopsticks in his hand. He hasn't eaten too much, but he has no interest in eating. "Uncle, can you take me with you this afternoon?"
The old man scratched his head, "Where are you going?"
Luminous nodded, "Yes, I want to go too. Teacher Lilac is a good teacher and worthy of admiration. I also regret her encounter. I didn't see him during my lifetime, but I also wanted to see her and give her a column incense. . "
Some writers should also agree, "I will go too, I will go too."
"We all want to go."
Many writers responded, and they also wanted to see the selflessly dedicated teacher and worship at her grave.
The old didn't hesitate, and nodded immediately, "Okay, okay, it's good for you to go and see that girl. I believe the girl Lilac in the spirit of heaven will see you so many writers worshiping her."
Noble people are always admired.