Fengcheng old events

Chapter 44
The hot summer in the Northeast is here.

The water in the creek became clearer, and the trees on the mountain turned dark green.Corn and sorghum are planted in the public fields on the Nangou side, standing neatly on both sides of the oxcart road, swaying with the mountain wind, the spikes have already headed, revealing a bunch of ugly flowers.

The fruit of corn grows on the waist, and the pollen on the top falls and the fruit begins to develop.The sorghum fruit is on the top, and it hasn't changed color yet.

In the middle of the mountains and crops, there is a wilderness, where weeds grow randomly. In the grass, there are thorny spicy vines, cockleburs, and ghost needles. Their seeds will silently pierce the passing people and animals. , was taken away from the mother's womb, and took root wherever it fell.

There are many mountain flowers, but they are also very small. You can see them one by one from a distance, and you go over to look for them happily, but there are only scattered clusters here and a pinch there, and you don't even have any interest in collecting them.

Various colorful butterflies are flying on the grass.The big ones are half the size of a palm, and most of them are black. When you hold them in your hand and look carefully, they are shining with colorful luster. There are two rows of big eyes on the wings.The small ones come in all colors, yellow, pink, purple, and green.The smallest is only as big as a little fingernail.

The dragonfly flew across the air quickly, and the distant ears were filled with the chirping of birds. The potholes on the dirt road were covered with plantain and lotus leaves, and the ground was densely covered with clover on both sides of the road.

Girls can gather lotus leaves to weave them into lotus piles. According to the old man, after weaving them and putting them there, butterflies will fly over and land on them, and they can't be driven away.

Every day, Liu Jinrong picks a few Ma Lian leaves and carefully weaves them.I learned how to weave from my uncle Zhang Wanli, and she is also very good at weaving, but I never waited for the butterfly to come from nowhere.The window sills at home are already full.

Most of the thorny (rose) fruits grow on the ground, and the trees more than one meter high are full of small red fruits.The slender branches are full of sharp thorns, forming a natural fence around the crops, which looks very beautiful from a distance, but unfortunately the fruit is inedible, with only a thin layer of skin and no taste at all.

The morning air is foggy and frosty, and the nose is moist, mixed with the smell of cooking smoke and cow dung.

"Hello, teacher." Liu Jinrong, who entered the classroom, bowed and said hello to Teacher Zhang.

"Okay." Teacher Zhang, who was waiting for the students at the door, replied with a smile, and then said, "Liu Jinrong, you can sit in this row inside this semester."

Liu Jinrong froze for a moment, glanced at Teacher Zhang, and went to sit in the row of the third grade.She turned her head to look at the original position, and the row of second-grade students with snotty noses all looked over in surprise.

"Teacher." The fourth son of the Zhong family raised his hand high.

Teacher Zhang looked over: "What?"

Zhong Laosi turned his head and glanced at Liu Jinrong: "Teacher, I want to go there too."

Teacher Zhang said: "What did you do in the past? Do you know what I teach you? If you fail the exam again, I will go to your house and let your father beat you up. Sit down."

"Then, how can Liu Jinrong sit there?"

"Because Liu Jinrong studies well, she can do everything I teach, and she can pass [-] in the exam. Can you do it?"

Zhong Laosi stopped talking, but turned his head to look at Liu Jinrong's eyes full of disbelief. After a while, taking advantage of Teacher Zhang not paying attention, he leaned over and said to Liu Jinrong in a low voice: "My family has meat to eat, and your family has it." ?”

Liu Jinrong rolled his eyes and turned his head to ignore him.

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Shirtless, Liu Zhaofeng stood in the sand field by the river, shaking the fine sieve vigorously, and the off-white fine sand continuously leaked down along the sieve holes, and quickly piled up on the ground.In summer, the sun is strong, and the sand that is fished out dries quickly, and it is much lighter to sieve than before.

Liu Zhaofeng's original white skin has disappeared, and it has become dark. There are sunburn marks on his shoulders and back. The rhythm of the rules is moving.

Put down the sieve and pick up the shovel on the side, pinch the sieved fine sand to the big pile, and then install another sieve immediately.

On the big rock not far from him, there were his clothes and lunch, two pieces of bread wrapped in newspaper and a piece of radish and pickle. There was no water tank, and when he was thirsty, he would drink a few mouthfuls in the river beside him. When it's hot, jump into the river for a dip.

The sand field is empty here, with a large stretch of rocky beach, and a few sparse weeds on the rocky beach can't make a climate at all.

On the other side of the river is the cattle driveway. After passing the driveway, the grass grows luxuriant, mixed with crops until it is densely covered on the further hillside, and the cries of grasshoppers are heard across the river from time to time.

"Zhaofeng, do you want to catch some grasshoppers?" Zhang Qinghai, who was working together, came over and handed Liu Zhaofeng a mixed leaf.

Nowadays, smoking in rural areas is basically done by burning the tobacco leaves grown in their own fields with copper mouth pipes. Whoever has a jade mouth is old-fashioned, but it is not as good as smoking cigarettes, although the mixed leaves only cost three cents. box.

Liu Zhaofeng straightened his waist and took the cigarette, lit it with the match in Zhang Qinghai's hand and took a sip, then turned his head to look across the river: "What are you doing grabbing that stuff? It's not edible, it's not easy to keep, and it's annoying. "

Zhang Qinghai is a branch of the old Zhang family in the fort, and he is the same generation as Teacher Zhang at the school, but he is old, he is already in his thirties and forties, married and has children.

He smiled and showed his smoky teeth: "If the child wants it, go and help uncle catch it. I can't catch that stuff, and it's up to you children to get this."

Liu Zhaofeng thought for a while: "It's time-consuming, I haven't finished the task yet."

Zhang Qinghai said: "Go and do uncle a favor. I'll ask my family, Xinghai, to help your sister at school. If someone bullies her, let Xinghai beat him up, okay?"

Liu Zhaofeng looked around: "There is no place to put it after you catch it? That thing bites, and you can't hold it in your hand."

Zhang Qinghai put the cigarette in his mouth, went to the stone where he put his things, and took two grass stalk woven grasshopper cages: "Put it here, everything is ready." The grasshopper cages looked like they had been woven for some time, and they were already there. Dries black.

Liu Zhaofeng took the grasshopper cage: "My uncle made this up, right? Why doesn't your Xinghai family catch the grasshoppers if they want them? It's still up to the adults?"

Zhang Qinghai nodded: "Well, your uncle made it up. It turned out that the raised one died. Xing Hai'er was so rare about this and even cried a lot."

Zhang Wanli's sister's child married Yaojiabao, and the girl who married Jiabao married Zhangjiabao. She is Zhang Qinghai's aunt in the same family. I don't know how to talk about it. Wan Zhi called his uncle, and the whole castle called him like that.

Liu Zhaofeng put the grasshopper cage on the side of the stone: "Okay, I'll sift this pile and catch it for you."

(End of this chapter)