[[[cp|w:350|h:262|a:c|u:./chapte/201212/2/.]]] Fujian, Nanzhou, Songjiabao.

During the Song and Yuan dynasties, Shangdang's family was unable to withstand the war and rebellion, so he moved his family to the deep mountains in southern Fujian and changed his surname to Song, so he did not forget his country because of his ambition. Later, due to the harassment of beasts and bandits in the mountains, he rammed earth into a building in the mountains to protect his tribesmen, and appointed the building as Songjiabao.

The outermost building of Songjiabao is five stories high, with glutinous rice and brown sugar mixed with sand and soil. It is extremely hard and solid. Although it has gone through the vicissitudes of life, it still stands upright. Except for the five-story building on the outside, there are one-story tiled houses in the fort. The whole building is like a circle, surrounded by a circle, with a total of five-ring earthen houses. At the innermost part is a square tiled house with a high swallowtail, which is the location of the Song clan ancestral temple. Generally, weddings, funerals and banquets in the fort are held in this ancestral temple.

At this time, in a house near the ancestral hall, two men were searching for something in the room.

"Awen, have you found anything."

Song Hu, who was looking for a bunch of debris, looked up and asked Song Wen on the side.

A while ago, their grandfather passed away. As usual, they had to clean up the house and throw away the things used by the deceased to eliminate bad luck and avoid the germs left by the deceased people from getting sick infecting their living relatives. The grandfather died naturally, so they didn't have to be afraid of anything. Knowing that there were many good things in the grandfather's house, they came to search for them. However, some of the more precious ones had been removed by the elders in the family, leaving only a lot of miscellaneous things. The two spent a long time but couldn't find any useful things.

"No."

Song Wentou responded without raising his head, picked up a comb in his hand, glanced at it, and threw it aside. He picked up a fan again, and felt it was good, so he started to look.

The fan is thirty centimeters long and covered with dust. When it is opened, dust is covered with dust. The open fan is 60 centimeters wide, with two big characters Ruyi written on one side. There are several seals of unknown characters next to the characters, and a landscape painting on the other side. There is also a golden silk rifle hanging under the fan, but it is covered with dust. A jade bead is hanging on the spikes, which is green. It gently wipes away the dust on it, and immediately shines with a crystal light. He looked at it and felt that the fan was good, so he put it away, and then continued to search among a pile of debris.

When I was a child, I often played in Grandpa's house. I knew that Grandpa had many gadgets, so I kept thinking about it. Unfortunately, Grandpa was also a stingy person. You liked it, but you could watch it, but you couldn't take it. Now that I finally have a chance, of course I have to read it carefully.

After a while, Song Wen took out a bronze mirror from the debris. The bronze mirror was more than ten centimeters in size. Perhaps it was too long and copper rust actually grew, but the mirror was smooth and light could be seen. The back of the mirror was embossed with an unknown beast with a ferocious face. Above this unknown beast, there was a bat spreading its wings. The bat's wings were flying, and his face was lifelike, as if it was about to break out of the mirror.

Song Wen looked at it and felt it was pretty good, so he put it away. After working hard for a long time, he finally gained something.

Looking up, she saw Song Hu still searching for the pile of miscellaneous items. She opened the fan with her left hand and looked at him with a mirror with her right hand, revealing her white teeth, and looked like a hideous face. She shouted loudly: "Ha, fairy, you won't die yet."

Song Hu looked up, rolled his eyes directly, and said, "Brother, how old is, he is still so childish."

Song Wen didn't care if he said this, and asked him with a bronze mirror and a fan: "How is it? Do you look like that thunder and lightning mother?"

"If you make your mouth a little sharper, it's Lei Zhenzi, brother."

"Your grandpa." Song Wen cursed.

"My grandpa is not your grandpa."

"Well..."

Song Wen was speechless for a moment.

The Lei Zhenzi mentioned by Song Hu actually has an allusion. Song Wen used to cut his hair when he was still in school. I don’t know what happened. After arriving at school, his entire hair was erected, which was no different from Lei Zhenzi in the TV series’ Gods List, so everyone smiled and gave him a nickname called “Lei Zhenzi”, but it was obvious that Song Wen was not very interested in this nickname.

Song Hu continued to search in the utility room, searching for a while, and finally found what he was looking for.

"Haha, I found it, too."

"What?"

"Here."

Song Hu raised the slightly yellow slingshot in his hand and showed off to Song Wen.

"What do you want this broken slingshot for?" Song Wen asked strangely.

"What a broken slingshot? This slingshot is made of old longan wood, and this rubber band is authentic wild boar tendons. Even this skin is also an old wild boar skin, but I finally found it." Song Hu said angrily.

"Oh, I remember it. That time it seemed that you broke the water tank of Xiao Lajiao with a slingshot. Her mother caught up with her to complain, and finally took it away by her grandfather, right?" Song Wen suddenly realized.

"That's all the past."

Song Hu scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

I used to be stupid and didn't know anything. I took the newly made slingshot and was so arrogant that I took things everywhere. I didn't know how many chickens and ducks were flying and how many local dogs were scared away. But I didn't expect that I accidentally broke the water tank, so that the new slingshot that had been used for a few days was taken away by my grandfather, which made him regret it.

"Oh, this broken fan is good, and there is also a piece of jade, it seems to be quite valuable."

Song Hu couldn't help but lit up when he saw the jade beads on the fan pendant in Song Wen's hand. Since he watched the antique collection column on TV, everything he saw looked like antiques and treasures, so he took home the things he liked near the village, and even the antique tiles like others built houses were secretly pried home by him. Fortunately, he didn't spend much money, otherwise he would have to kill his relatives for justice.

"What's valuable?"

At this time, Song Hu's father, Song Yuanshan, the second uncle of Song Wen, walked in.

"It's this, Dad, look at the beads are quite green, isn't it jade?" Song Hu said, pointing to the jade beads on the fan.

"Huh, when did you understand this?" Song Yuanshan teased.

"Look at it, look at it."

"Not every green bead is jade, boy. This is a glass bead, do you understand it?"

Song Yuanshan scolded his son in anger and said that he had no choice but to do this son. He didn't listen and couldn't wake up, which was a headache.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, go out and help. Don't make trouble here. Your mother and the others have finally packed up their things. Look, they are messed up by you again."

When Song Wen and Song Hu were flipping through things, they flipped over them casually, but they didn't put them neatly, making a mess.

When Song Hu saw that something was wrong, he quickly winked at Song Wen and walked out.

When passing the threshold, Song Wenyi accidentally stepped on the air and rushed to the ground. With a bang, he lay straight on the ground. Fortunately, his hands were placed on his chest and nothing happened. However, some skin was broken on both hands and some blood beads emerged. The bronze mirror and fan he was holding in his hand were accidentally stained with some blood, but the blood was gone in an instant, and he didn't know where he ran.

Song Hu, who was walking in front, heard the sound and looked back. He found Song Wen lying on the ground and asked with concern: "What's wrong, is it okay?"

"It's okay, I just fell down accidentally."

Song Wen responded and got up from the ground.

Song Yuanshan heard the sound and walked out. Seeing the skin on Song Wen's arm, he frowned and said, "The skin is broken. Go to Afen to wash it so that it will not get inflamed."

"No, it's nothing. I'll just go home and apply red potion."

"Go and wash it."

"oh..."

Under Song Yuanshan's persuasion, Song Wen had to wash his wounds.

Songjia Castle was built in the Song and Yuan dynasties and has a history of seven or eight hundred years. During this period, the fort has not moved much except for replacing decayed wood. Perhaps it is too old, and most of the houses in the fort emit a rotten musty smell, which is even worse on rainy days.

Nowadays, the financial conditions are good, and some people don’t want to live in the fort, so they built a house outside. Later, the head of Songjiabao discussed with the elders of the tribe and simply planned a piece of land outside the fort and asked the people in the fort to build a house, which is the current Songjiabao New Village.

The earliest two-story building in Songjiabao New Village was built with red bricks, while the later ones were mostly three-story building, one row after another, and neatly planned. Both sides of the house were streets where two cars could walk side by side, and shops were on both sides of the street.

Nowadays, everyone likes to travel to quiet suburbs, and more and more people are traveling to Songjiabao. Especially after Tulou was listed as a world cultural heritage, there are many more people coming to visit, and the business of shops on both sides of the street is becoming more and more prosperous. The place where Song Wen wants to wash his wounds is among the shops on both sides.

After leaving the fort gate, Song Hu restlessly picked up some stones from the ground next to him, put them on a slingshot and aimed at the things on the road from time to time, eager to try.

When he was a child, this guy caught cats and dogs and caused trouble in the countryside. He dug bird nests, caught loaches, dug sweet potatoes, and sucked fish. Although he is now a father of a child, he is still like a child and is not at all restless. No wonder his son Song Yuanshan dislikes him.

Looking at him, Song Wen thought about himself and felt very ashamed. He was almost thirty years old, but he had not married a wife yet. Look at the boy next to him, he was a mess when he was a child, but he married a virtuous wife. Whatever he said, it made people jealous.

This time, my grandfather passed away. He happened to be away for many years and was a little tired of the displaced life, so he simply quit his job and returned home. He planned to calm down, marry a wife, have a child, and live for the rest of his life.

Song Hu held up his slingshot and glanced around, and suddenly said to Song Wen in a low voice: "Awen, when will you marry? If you don't have a partner, I will introduce you to one. I tell you, my wife has a good sister, and she will be as beautiful as she wants. She is still single and a rich woman. You have never had to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life. I also heard that she is still a young man."

"You banana guava, are you having nothing to do when you are full? Just take care of yourself and take care of me?" Song Wen cursed angrily. After he got home, he had never been quiet at all. Those who were enthusiastic about introducing him to marriage could line up from the beginning of the village to the end of the village. Unexpectedly, this guy who grew up with open crotch pants today also came here.

"Don't I care about you?" Song Hu said embarrassedly.

Song Wen ignored him. Suddenly, a fat bird flew past the sky, and it was not flying high. He hurriedly shouted: "Ahu, hurry up, hurry up and take it down, and have extra meals tonight."

Song Hu also saw the big bird flying in front of him, glanced at it, pulled up the slingshot calmly, and hit it.

"call out"

The stone flew out quickly and instantly penetrated into the sky. Then the big bird in the sky whineeded and fell from it.

An old man came from a distance, and the big bird fell in front of him, which scared him. The old man looked down and suddenly turned around and shouted, "Chunhua, your duck was beaten to death..."

"Mujiu??"

Song Wen and Song Hu were stunned when they heard this, looking at each other, thinking no, can ducks fly in the sky?

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