Shao Haibo's return made the quiet mountain town boil. Every day, people who came in and out of the Shao family with eggs and bacon almost leveled the threshold of the Shao family.

No one is concerned about the poor in the downtown area, and rich in the mountains have distant relatives! Shao Haibo is the most promising person in the town's history. After three hundred years, a juren was born in the town, but in the end he was only a sixth-rank official. If Shao Haibo's current position is considered a serious department official, he might be promoted again in the future.

There are all kinds of people who come to the door, including neighbors, childhood playmates, elementary school classmates, and distant relatives who have not been with each other for many years. Of course, there are also people who come to the door to seek medical treatment. In the eyes of the villagers, since Shao Haibo is the president, he naturally treats everything and can do everything.

This made Shao Haibo very busy. He didn't do anything on the first day of his return. Just dealing with the guests at home made him so tired that he was even more tired than standing on the operating table for a day.

The next day, Shao Haibo and Zeng Yi went out early in the morning. When they came, they couldn't afford to offend and could afford to hide, so they took the craftsmen to the back mountain to repair the tomb for Zeng Wenfu.

The town is surrounded by mountains, and there is only a sky above your head and endless mountains. According to the customs of the town, every household has a fixed grave yard on the surrounding mountains. It is a good place that ancestors have invited Feng Shui masters to see. Before the elderly die, they will be buried in the grave yard designated by their ancestors.

Zeng Wenfu was an exception. He was an outsider in the town and had no fixed cemetery before. Zeng Wenfu's cemetery was chosen by Zeng Wenfu himself during his lifetime. It was a distance from the town, farther than the cemetery of others. Moreover, there was only Zeng Wenfu's tomb on the mountain.

It was not dawn when I set off, but when I arrived at the cemetery with my tools, I was already in the sun.

Shao Haibo and Zeng Yi placed sacrifices in front of Zeng Wenfu's grave, burned yellow paper incense, and sprinkled a can of the rice wine that Zeng Wenfu loved to drink most during his lifetime. The ceremony before the grave repaired was over, and the workers started to repair it with tools.

According to Zeng Yi's intention, Zeng Wenfu's tomb was not overhauled, but shoveled the weeds around it, then raised the graves and planted a few trees around it. This was also in line with the purity and indifference of grandfather Zeng Wenfu during his lifetime. However, the most important thing for this repair was to erect a tombstone in front of grandfather Zeng Wenfu's tomb. People in the mountains did not have the habit of erecting monuments. On the one hand, it was a waste of money, and on the other hand, everyone was ordinary people and had no remarkable achievements during his lifetime, so naturally there was no need to erect a monument to let future generations know.

But when he came back this time, Zeng Yi wanted to erect a monument for his grandfather Zeng Wenfu. Although his grandfather Zeng Wenfu has been living in the mountains all his life, without any fame outside, and is not a famous doctor of his generation, his grandfather has been practicing medicine for decades, living countless people, and his medical ethics have spread throughout the radius of hundreds of miles and admired them. This is enough to be remembered forever.

Zeng Yi picked up a shovel and worked with the craftsman he invited. According to the location and interval of the tree planting according to the size of the grave, Zeng Yi began to dig a hole.

Shao Haibo was not able to do it anymore. Although he was a mountain child who had been suffering from hardships, he had not done such a job for many years. After all, he picked up the shovel and shoveled his palms twice. He had to put down the shovel and help build stones on the grave. As a result, he was shot in the foot by the falling stones, so he had to sit aside and rest.

Seeing that everyone was busy, but I couldn't help at all, this was completely contrary to my original intention of coming back this time, Shao Haibo felt a little uncomfortable, feeling that he was useless and had not done his best.

Looking up at the mountains, Shao Haibo suddenly remembered the situation when he was brought to Zeng Wenfu by his family. In a state of trepidation, he was accepted as an apprentice by Zeng Wenfu. At that time, he was still young and sensible. Because he was unwilling to drop out of school, he was thinking about how to continue to go to school. Therefore, he always had a resistant mentality about studying medicine. Although the master gave me all his gifts and gave me careful guidance, he did not appreciate it very much.

Later, Zeng Wenfu found out that Shao Haibo was not here. He was not angry or sad about his efforts. Instead, he took out his savings to provide Shao Haibo with his school until his death.

Thinking of this, looking at the familiar mountains, the master often brought him to the mountains here to collect herbs, teaches himself to identify herbs, and explains the effects and usage of each herb. The master's voice, appearance, smile and appearance suddenly appeared in front of him.

Shao Haibo's eyes were filled with tears. He and his master had no relatives and reasons, but the master treated him the same as Zeng Yi. However, because of his ignorance when he was young, from the beginning of his learning to the death of his master, he had an inexplicable hostility towards his master, and he never kowtowed to him, including his apprenticeship back then, and he was reluctant to slap himself with the sole of his shoe, and he refused to kowtow to perform the apprenticeship. In the end, the master was generous and asked him to give him a cup of tea, and the apprentice accepted it.

Even when the master passed away, he did not come back to hold a funeral for him because he was studying in another place.

Now he is building a grave for his master to make up for his years of shame, but just such a small thing, his hands are blisters and his feet are injured, and he can't even do it by himself. Shao Haibo felt uncomfortable, and his throat was so tight that he was about to cry.

Zeng Yi seemed to see Shao Haibo's situation and said, "Senior brother, why don't we divide the work? I'll stay on the mountain. Do you go back and get the repair of the old house done?"

Shao Haibo pretended to be confused by the wind, turned around and wiped his eyes, and said, "I'd better stay on the mountain. I want to spend more time with my master. Besides, I can't go back, and when I go back, I will definitely be entangled and unable to get out of it. I can't do anything."

"Okay!" Zeng Yi nodded and replied, "Then I'll leave this to you, my senior brother!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely make the master's tomb beautiful!" Shao Haibo said gritting his teeth. He was afraid that he would let go of his tears again.

Zeng Yi didn't delay much, so he inserted the shovel on the ground, patted the dust on his body and went down the mountain.

When he returned to the town, the renovation of the old house had already been started. The person in charge was Wang Guoli, the owner of the grocery store next door. When Wang Guoli was the poorest, Zeng Wenfu reached out to help. In the name of "drug", he kept buying dried fructose cubes from Wang Guoli. This was why Wang Guoli was today. So when Zeng Yi came back, he asked to repair the old house. Wang Guoli was very enthusiastic and came to help organize the house early in the morning.

"Just leave it to me. Can you still trust Uncle Wang?" Wang Guoli laughed when he saw Zeng Yi.

Zeng Yi waved his hand and said, "Not trusting Uncle Wang. Isn't Uncle Wang responsible for taking care of these old houses? It's a place on the mountain where I can't get started." As he said, Zeng Yi opened his handbag, took out a cigarette from it, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Wang, this eye gives you a point to the masters."

Wang Guoli picked up the cigarette and looked at it, sighing, "If Mr. Zeng can survive until now, he will definitely be very happy. You and Shao Haibo are both grown up by him. Now you have great prospects! Haibo has become the director of Nanjiang Provincial People's Hospital, and you are now transferred to Nanjiang to be a high-ranking official."

"No matter how high the official you are, you are my Uncle Wang, and I have to go to Uncle Wang's house to have a meal when I come back, right?" Zeng Yi laughed.

Wang Guoli smiled so hard that his eyebrows raised, and he said, "I knew that Zeng Yi, you, are the most nostalgic child, are exactly the same as the old man's character. I could tell when you were very young."

As he said that, Wang Guoli took apart the cigarettes and divided the people who worked in the past, saying, "Everyone has to use snacks to work. Mr. Zeng was a living Bodhisattva back then. Who has never received the favor of the old man!"

"Uncle Guoli, don't worry. We will not only do this job well, but also don't have money. Just keep the food, cigarettes and water!" Everyone said with a smile when they got the cigarette, but no one smoked, but put the cigarettes carefully in their pockets and then took out their own cigarettes to smoke. Zeng Yi's cigarettes were expensive, so everyone was reluctant to smoke, so they planned to keep them for use when they asked someone to do their business.

When Zeng Yi saw it, he went to Wang Guoli's grocery store to pick up a few cigarettes that everyone often smoked and distributed them to everyone's hands again.

"Zeng Yi is promising now. If my boy is half promising in Zeng Yi, I won't have to stay in the mountains!" An older man took the cigarette and praised Zeng Yi.

"Zeng Yi, Uncle Wang said that you have become a high-ranking official outside, what kind of official is he?" A young man asked curiously.

Zeng Yi handed the cigarette to the other party and said, "The director of the China Agricultural Commission of China is not a high-ranking official, he serves farmers!"

"Tsk tsk, it's amazing!" Everyone praised, and started working after collecting the cigarette, but began to discuss what kind of official the director of the Agricultural Commission was. This position was so idle that even the farmers themselves had never heard of it.

Wang Guoli said at this time and said, "What do you know? Zeng Yi was the county magistrate two years ago. The director of the Agriculture Committee is naturally an official who is even older than the county magistrate!"

Everyone was a little scared. Everyone thought Shao Haibo's president of the Provincial People's Hospital was very big, but it was mainly because of this relationship that facilitated medical treatment in the future. However, Zeng Yi even had the county magistrate, which was really surprising. In everyone's eyes, the county magistrate of Baima County was already a great official.

The furniture items of the old house were carried out one by one by everyone, and they were first put into Wang Guoli's yard to move out the things in the house for easier repair. The areas with leaks on the roof must be reorganized, and the floors on the walls and floors in the house also need to be smoothed and white.

Wang Guoli was busy and directed everyone to carry the furniture. After each piece of furniture was placed, he took out a rain cloth to cover it.

After seeing that the large items were basically moved, Wang Guoli went to check and see if there were any important small items falling. When he went to the house, Wang Guoli saw that when he was moving the Eight Immortals table, he dropped the pulse pillow that Mr. Zeng had put on the wrists on the patient when he was diagnosed. He picked it up and patted the ashes, and said, "Be careful, don't leave anything behind!"

As he said that, Zeng Yi happened to come in and he went to temporarily place his grandfather's tablet in the ancestral hall in the town.

"Look, I almost dropped the old man's pulse pillow!" Wang Guoli held the pulse pillow and raised it towards Zeng Yi. When he took it back, he found that the pulse pillow had cracked for a short time, revealing the cotton inside, and said, "Let my old woman sew it again, and can still use it again!"

Zeng Yi took the pulse pillow and said, "No need, it's just a pulse pillow."

"How can that be done? This is the old man's thing. It's a thought after it is repaired!" Wang Guoli pulled hard, grabbed the pulse pillow and said, "You don't want it, then give it to me!"

With this force, the broken line cracked even bigger. Wang Guoli's face turned red. This time he couldn't help but not repair it. He took the piping pillow and asked his wife to sew it.

After a while, Wang Guoli came back, holding a basket in his hand, and tidied up the small items in the house with Zeng Yi.

"Uncle Wang, your wholesale department's business is okay?" Zeng Yi asked casually.

Wang Guoli said, "What do you think? Business is good in the past few years. In recent years, young people in the village have gone to the city to work. Those who are promising have bought houses in the city and live in it. There are no people in the village, so this business is naturally not good. But I am older, so let's just make do with it."

Zeng Yi nodded slightly. Wang Guoli was talking about a common phenomenon at present. There are more and more people in the city and fewer and fewer people in the countryside. Ghost towns have not appeared. Ghost villages are very common, because there is no one, and the economy and consumption of the countryside are basically zero.

At this time, a restaurant not far from the street was full of people, all of whom were the leaders of the town, accompanied by a fat man with a fat man with a fat man with ten fingers all covered with yellow Cancan gold rings.

"What's going on over there?" The fat man pointed at Zeng Wenfu's old house through the glass of the hotel.

The town leader took a look and said, "Mr. Luo, no one has lived in that house for a long time. In the past, an old Chinese doctor lived in the town. His medical skills are very good. The old Chinese doctor has passed away for many years. Now his grandson and apprentice are well developed. Go home to repair the old house and then erect a monument in front of the old Chinese doctor's grave. By the way, that tomb is not far from the stone yard that Mr. Luo is interested in."

The fat man said "Oh" and said, "Is the old Chinese doctor's surname Zeng?"

The town leader smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Luo has also heard of the old Chinese doctor?"

"I've heard it a little, I've heard it a little!" The fat man responded twice, his eyes still staring at the direction of the old house, and the fat on his face kept trembling.

"Come on, Mr. Luo, let's give you a glass!" The secretary of the town took the lead and raised his wine glass and said, "The conditions in the town are simple, there are no delicacies, only some valuable wildlife in the mountains, and places where the hospitality is not well received, please forgive me!"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!" The fat man yelled twice, raised his glass to drink with the town leader.

Zeng Yi and Wang Guoli were cleaning up the small items in the house. Wang Guoli's wife walked in at this time, holding something in her hand, and said, "Shopkeeper, look at what this is?"

Wang Guoli was a little impatient and said, "Didn't you see if I'm busy? Let's talk about it after I finish my work!"

"I just removed the vein pillow and was about to sew it again, and the thing fell out of the cotton!" Wang Guoli's wife held the thing up and said, "I thought it might be the old man's thing, so I took it over and showed it to Zeng Yi!"
Chapter completed!