Chapter 59: The mountain song is floating

"By the way, Li Mingzhe came to find you in the morning. Seeing that you were not at home, he left. I asked him to go to the small valley to find you. He said there was nothing big, so he left first." Bai Lu and the others were having lunch when they suddenly thought of what happened in the morning.

"Li Mingzhe? He didn't say anything?" Gao Zhan was also quite strange. It was said that Li Mingzhe had nothing to do to him.

"No, I'll leave when you're not at home." Bai Lu shook her little head, grabbed an egg in her small mouth, and chewed it gently.

"Have you changed the rice and flour? If it's not enough, I still have money here." Gao Zhan, who had worked hard in the morning, plucked a bowl of rice and went to ride the bowl, thought about the fact that the food was out of stock in the morning.

"Well. I changed it and bought it with money. People saw that I was weak and moved to my house. I put it in my room and couldn't put it in the stove tank." Bai Lu looked up and smiled: Don't worry about not having enough food now.

"In the afternoon, are you still going to go? If you go, take a break at noon and get some energy."

"Go, this house will probably be almost built in the afternoon. I will also go over and take a look. There will be no work tomorrow. I will have to dig a swimming pool, so I won't go there at that time. Now I also want to see how the house is built." Gao Zhan nodded.

Gao Zhan was also very tired today. He felt ache in his back and felt ache in his back. He had long wanted to sit in a place to rest. When he came to his room, he fell asleep as soon as his body touched the bed. Perhaps because of his fatigue, he actually started to snore.

I felt comfortable sleeping this time. When I was about to spread the sky, the sun was already far west. I opened the door and the yard was quiet. I guess the white dew had already gone up the mountain to pick wild vegetables to eat.

"Why don't you call me?" Gao Zhan looked at the following table. It was almost three o'clock. Thinking of the house where Jiangshan Beauty was, he hurriedly got up, washed his face and hurried towards him.

When Gao Zhan was going to Jiangshan Beauty, he was already accustomed to walking towards Lu Ying.

But this time he didn't see Lu Ying's shadow. Even the door of the room was closed, and he didn't know where she went.

This is strange. Could it be that Lu Ying also went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables?

A little disappointed, Gao Zhan turned to the beauty of the country. Halfway through the journey, Gao Zhan turned back and returned to Hu Zi, and took a few cigarettes. The villagers were doing so vigorously, so why should we express our grace? Gao Zhan's passionate beard that said goodbye, then he set off.

As soon as I walked to the entrance of the mountain village, a sudden sound of a mountain song came. The mountain song gradually sounded, sometimes loud, crisp, sometimes peaceful and gentle, the song lingered in the valley and rotated... The crisp song passed through the clear green mountains, passed into Gaozhan's ears, went straight into the heart, and touched the heart. The echo of "Hey!" echoed among the green mountains and bamboos.

“Oh, watch the dragon boat on May 5th

Laughing on both sides of the river

Don't ask when you meet

Don't let people see through true love

Spider webs in belly

Don't let the princess know

Swallows must have a tight mouth

You must learn lotus roots and understand your heart”

This mountain song is crisp and loud, and the clear sound is swaying upwards, echoing in the surrounding valleys. Who is singing the mountain song?

The song was a little unwilling, and there was such resentment, as if it was venting, singing higher and higher. From afar, I saw a red shadow on the mountain on the distant hill, shining among the trees, and I couldn't see the figure clearly. However, Gao Zhan sounded a little familiar, and after listening carefully, it didn't look very much. However, the beautiful sound suddenly slowed down his pace and sounded involuntarily.

This mountain song is originally a good show for the villagers. If I had changed to such a nice voice in the past, the villagers would have probably brightened up their rough and loud voices, and then, right? You should know that the one who sang mountain songs in this village is not a good player!

But when I listened to the affectionate and resentful song in my ears, I lost my desire for songs, and I listened quietly, and then the sound gradually became lowered until I could no longer hear it.

When Gao Zhan entered the beauty of the country, he saw a group of people stopping their work and looking into the direction of the singing just now.

"Who sang a mountain song? Have you never heard such a popular song before?" Li Zhenshan took a breath of cigarette, pondered a little, and looked at the distance thoughtfully. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't imagine when this number of people appeared in the village.

You know, this mountain song is actually the way for the villagers in the mountain village to regulate their lives. Generally speaking, when they are tired, the mountain songs are almost everywhere, so everyone is familiar with the singing of the villagers. Such a nice sound suddenly pops up, and they all burst into trouble. They are talking about when such a person appeared in the village.

Seeing Gao Zhan coming, Li Zhenshan looked at Gao Zhan with thoughts.

Gao Zhan looked from a distance and saw that the wooden house had already reached a preliminary scale and had a frame. There was a mountain of houses in the middle, just like nailing wooden boards to the top.

This is the first house of his own in his life. Seeing those people busy there, a feeling of happiness arises in his heart. Although it has not yet been formed, Gao Zhan has already drawn the style of the house in his heart.

The hard work these days has finally paid off. Seeing the sweat shed in the house, the scorching pain on his body actually subsided a lot.

The ground was covered with shavings, and the four-person iron pillar had almost hoe the grass in the valley. Gao Zhan walked to the side of the iron pillar. The guy stretched his head and was still looking around from afar.

"The person has left long ago, can you still see a flower?" A villager beside him cursed with a smile when he saw Tiezhu's silly look.

"I don't know whose daughter it is. Her voice is so good, like a fairy." Tiezhu touched his nose: "It's a pity that it's too far away, otherwise I'd have to go over and see who it is."

"You are thinking about your wife and you are crazy. The sound is so sweet when you hear it. It's a fairy-like figure. It's a waste of time to look at it."

Tiezhu was a little angry and embarrassed: "Believe it or not, let me slap you to death with a hoe?"

When I heard Tiezhu mention the folk songs he had just sang, my heart moved. Why did the sound sound like Lu Ying? But I have never heard her sing folk songs before.

Walking down the mountain road slowly, Lu Ying wiped the sweat from her head. The grievances she had suffered a lot after many days. When she rolled her eyes in the village, she would choose to sing a few mountain songs in the mountains that no one could see, and vent her grievances.

When she thought of what Gao Zhan did for her these days, she covered her mouth and did not let herself cry directly. Why couldn't she meet Gao Zhan earlier? Now she has become a widow in the eyes of others, a young and green guy, she is not worthy of herself.

If she had a mother, Lu Ying really wanted to join her arms and cry. Now she doesn't know what to do.

Many people say that women in love have zero IQ, and now she is in this state.

At noon, I saw Gao Zhan wandering in front of his home door. After wandering for a long time, I pulled away. Lu Ying felt like he was being taken away from his strength and could hardly even stand.

Did he believe something and don't want to come here again?

I sat in the house for a long time, and the more I sat, the more sad I felt. Finally, I slipped out and ran to the valley to sing a mountain song. Only by using the mountain songs did she feel that her heart was a little better.

When she thought of Gao Zhan, her heart started to hurt, but when she thought of her identity as a widow, all her expectations disappeared without a trace, and the feeling that she could not reach the sky or enter the earth made her heart become a ball these days.

Of course, Gao Zhan didn't know this, and he was still guessing in his heart that the gods could sing such beautiful songs: the happy female voice and Huang Ying, who sang the mountain song, sang much better.

Village Party Secretary Li Zhenshan was probably a carpenter in the past, so he ordered people to set up one by one: "Weiguo, take that board, no, a board with a few oblique angles, what? Don't worry, it's definitely easy to nail it!"

The villagers picked up the board and nailed it to the log without believing it. It was just right.

"When will this house be better?" He handed a cigarette to Li Zhenshan, then turned around and took apart the cigarettes and scattered them all for the villagers.

This thoughtful action was recognized by the villagers. The villagers who worked were surrounded, then began to pick up cigarettes from the ground, and then turned to give Gao Zhan a simple smile.

I haven't built a house for a long time, and Li Zhenshan felt that he had a hand. Today, I built a house and it was a Bingbing Ball Room. The kids in the city didn't understand this, which made the old branch secretary very addicted to it.

After taking the cigarette and bounced the cigarette's butt on his fingernails, Li Zhenshan looked at Gao Zhan and smiled, feeling surprisingly good: "This house is probably only one or two days before it can be painted with tung oil."

Seeing Gao Zhan’s eyes lit up, Li Zhenshan joked and said, “What, I’m anxious? The beam has not been put on yet. Just ask someone to go up to the beam tomorrow morning.”

"Go up the beam?" Gao Zhan asked in a daze: "Isn't that beam going to the morning? Why do you still have to ask someone to go up the beam?"

"I forgot that you are a child from the city. It's a custom in our countryside. It's not your fault that you don't know." Li Zhenshan took a sip of cigarettes, narrowed his eyes, and took a beautiful sip.

Gao Zhan liked the customs of this mountain village very much. He squatted on the ground with Li Zhenshan, looking at the house in front of him, and a little excited light appeared in his eyes.

Sometimes it is also a kind of happiness to have a loyal listener around you listening to your own story.

There is still an ancient custom of building a new house and celebrating Shangdao. Especially large houses like this are particularly valued. That is a major event in building a house. When the basic structure of the newly built house is completed, the owner will choose an auspicious day to hold a ceremony for it. On the day of Shangdao, relatives and friends will come to attend the bride price to express their congratulations and wish for good luck.

Gao Zhan was a little excited when he heard these things. He had always had a desire to understand these ancient customs that had been passed down. He heard that Li Zhenshan said that there were many procedures for going to the ridge, such as asking for ridge, scooping, scooping, etc., and also providing for Lu Ban. In addition, some things to ward off evil spirits in the room, subduing demons and demons...

Li Zhenshan spoke carefully, Gao Zhan listened seriously, and the villagers around him also looked at Li Zhenshan in awe: Li Zhenshan said the bad things in the village, but somehow it added a bit of flavor, but it felt like a storytelling.

Only then did Gao Zhan understand why his wooden house had only pillars and those beams were placed aside when they were made, but they were not mounted. It turned out that there were these sayings, building a house, and these sayings. I have lived in cities for a long time and lived in commercial housing. These ancient folk customs have long been forgotten.

I saw that this afternoon the wooden house was nailed wooden boards and then opened the windows on the wall. For the old carpenters in the village, this was a familiar way. The carved wooden windows were made in the first place, with a few saws and a few planes, and in their hands, they became paintings in the hands of the painters. In their hands, the wooden window flowers on the windows miraculously turned from a wooden board to a work of art.

Today's work is almost over, and Gao Zhan inherited the promising work in the morning under the sun: deducting stones, moving stones, and building roads.
Chapter completed!