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    There is a saying: Time flies, time flies.  In the blink of an eye, it is late autumn, with dead branches and leaves falling, vegetation withering, and everything is desolate.  In the fields where crops have been harvested, a few dry corn stalks stand occasionally, presenting an empty and deserted scene.

    The villagers of Dongfeng Village have finally finished their farm work for the year. With some joy of harvest, they are beginning to prepare for the winter, facing the biting cold wind and the white snow all over the mountains and plains.

    At this time of year, every household begins to pickle sauerkraut, peppers, beans, cucumbers, etc., and store a lot of cabbage, potatoes, radishes, etc. in the cellar. The winter in the north is long, and these vegetables need to be eaten for half a year, so don't be careless.  .

    When the villagers are done with all this, there will be no more work to do.  In their free time, everyone walked through the east gate and visited the west gate, chatting, playing cards, etc., and waiting comfortably for next year's spring planting.

    In contrast, Wang Baoyu, a famous second-rate man in Dongfeng Village, abandoned his laziness in the past and shut himself up at home all day long to study "Ma Yi Shen Xiang".  At first it was like reading a book from heaven, full of new words and pictures, but Wang Baoyu couldn't stand it and kept pondering and studying it over and over again. As the saying goes, "read a book a hundred times, its meaning will appear by itself." Gradually, Wang Baoyu was able to understand something.  The meanings described in the book, coupled with his good philology in junior high school, and the help of "Xinhua Dictionary", he can now get started.

    ¡°Perhaps he was born to do this. The more Wang Baoyu studied, the more interested he became, and he was so motivated that he forgot to eat and sleep.  Moreover, Wang Baoyu also has an ambition. He doesn't want to be like his godfather, who only pays attention to Feng Shui all his life. Who spends all his time moving tombs and building houses? So his godfather can't save much money throughout the year.  Wang Baoyu already had his own plan in mind, and he had comprehensive knowledge, which was to master Feng Shui, fortune telling, and so on.  It's like a department store. They don't sell this or that, but they make money anyway.

    Jia Zhengdao is also very happy to see his son's progress, and he will personally teach him some knowledge and experience when he has time.  But when it gets dark, Jia Zhengdao will urge Wang Baoyu to go to bed early.  The reason is very simple. The knowledge of a warlock is profound and profound. It cannot be learned in a day and a half. Baoyu is so young and has a long time to come, so why bother to light the light bulb at night and waste electricity.  Lin Zhaodi also often reminded Wang Baoyu to go to bed early, mainly because she cared about her son's health and was afraid that he would be tired.  Therefore, from time to time, Lin Zhaodi would quietly stuff a hot brown egg into Wang Baoyu's hand.

    "After two months, Wang Baoyu had some ink in his stomach, and it can be said that things are different from the past.  Wang Baoyu now knows that everyone's face has important parts such as heaven, earth, cheekbones, eyes, eyebrows, nose, mouth, etc. This is of course nonsense. It exists in the first place and everyone knows that it exists.  To be precise, through study, Wang Baoyu learned that the height and color of these parts are important basis for facial recognition. A person's personality, luck, life span, disease, etc. can all be seen from these parts.

    Of course, Li Xiuzhi came to see him in the meantime, still asking about when he could hold the big fat boy in his arms.  Through study, Wang Baoyu is no longer a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. He believes that he can no longer make nonsense. He has not yet understood it. He cannot talk nonsense and a warlock must have integrity.  So he prevaricated Liu Xiuzhi and said that this kind of thing is best seen in the spring season. At this time, everything is withered and lifeless, which is not conducive to seeking children.  Li Xiuzhi was sensible enough and didn't get too entangled.

    While Wang Baoyu was learning, he secretly looked at the people around him so that he could apply what he learned into practice.  He observed that although his godfather Jia Zhengdao looked a bit fairy-like at first glance, it was actually mainly set off by his beard. His godfather's eyes lacked sparkle and his ears were lower than his eyebrows, so he was destined not to have a great reputation.

    Looking at the godmother Lin Zhaodi, although she is thin, her eyes are kind, her figure is upright, and she does not squint. She is a person of good character. As for why she has no children, it is probably because she is dry and has insufficient kidney energy.

    Of course Wang Baoyu looked at himself in the mirror. It didn't matter. He just felt that he looked good, with good eyes and eyebrows, especially his ears, which were very white, whiter than his face. According to the photo book,  It is said that "if you have white ears and a white face, you will be famous all over the world." Although Wang Baoyu did not expect to have a glorious ancestor and be famous all over the world, it somewhat enhanced his self-confidence. He thought to himself: "Just because of my good face, I will not be famous in the world."  Be a productive farmer!¡±

    With this confidence, Wang Baoyu even looked down on the villagers who spent all their time worrying about the family and the Li family. They would not join in the fun and just stay at home reading books when they had nothing to do.  When the neighbors saw it, they all said that Baoyu had grown up and was more stable.

    As for why Li Xiuzhi has no children, Wang Baoyu really doesn't understand. This Li Xiuzhi has a plump figure, a rosy complexion, and big breasts, especially her big butt. It seems that she should have a baby, so why doesn't she have a baby?

    "Don't say it, ginger is still hot. The words of godfather Jia Zhengdao and godmother Lin Zhaodi made Wang Baoyu understand the truth. The godfather said: "It's a pity that Zhang Dazhu has this name. Who does it look like?It¡¯s not even big!  "

    It seems that the matter of giving birth should be the work of two people. Wang Baoyu also learned it in the "Physiological Hygiene" textbook in junior high school.  Most of Li Xiuzhi's problems stemmed from Zhang Dazhu. Zhang Dazhu was thin and dry. When he spoke, he sounded like a mosquito. He had no energy all day long, and his energy in that area must not be strong.

    After breakfast that day, Wang Baoyu felt a little excited. She tidied herself up neatly and put on a clean tunic suit. She also specially washed her hair and parted the hair in the middle of her head one by one until the seam was no longer straight.  He won't stop until he slips straight away.  After everything was packed up, he carried his godfather's compass bag, followed his godfather Jia Zhengdao out, and went straight to the village chief Ma Shunxi's home.  It turns out that today is Wang Baoyu¡¯s first day of internship with live ammunition.

    Ma Shunxi set the day of moving his father¡¯s grave on the eighth day of the ninth lunar month.  At this time of year, there was already a hint of chill in the air, but Ma Shunxi's house was extremely lively, with people coming and going, noisy, and those who didn't know it thought it was a happy event.

    In the middle of the yard, a large iron pot has been set up, and the hot water in it has begun to boil. Several old men are dragging a squealing pig into the yard to kill the pig, while Chef Ding is sweating.  Machetes; several women were playing around while taking out chicken intestines, and a small breeze blew by, causing chicken feathers to fly all over the ground.

    There is a ceremony table next to the entrance of the courtyard. The village accountant Zhang Shiqu is writing down the ceremony account. There are several households of villagers huddled there holding crumpled bills in their hands.
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