I, the only extraordinary in this world

Chapter 33 My Ordinary
Stepping on the grass head, Li Heng walked on the field ridge outside the village. On his right was a field of corn. The slender oval leaves hung droopingly on the green poles, and the corn sticks that had matured Wrapped inside, leaving only a strand of "yellow hair" exposed.

This piece of corn field is not very green and lush, and the inside of the field ridges looks a little scattered and loose. Many leaves on the stalks are yellow and green, and most of them have shrunk, and they don't look well.

There was no one in the field, so Li Heng reached out and peeled off a relatively plump stick that hadn't been eaten by insects, peeled off the beards one by one, and then continued walking towards the field.

Strictly speaking, this kind of behavior is called stealing, which is illegal. If it is true, although this loss is not enough to be punished, it is at least a criticism and education.

But in rural areas, this is not a big deal, it is very common.

In midsummer, the villagers who had been working in the fields for a whole morning in the hot weather walked on the dirt road against the scorching sun and hunger and thirst. They passed by another villager’s melon field. They touched a ripe watermelon inside and cracked it open. The melon meat relieves hunger and thirst; after picking for a long time, the farmers who can’t lift their waists sat down to rest in the fields, picked tomatoes from individual vegetable fields, wiped them casually with the corner of their clothes, stuffed them in their mouths, and tasted fresh to relieve fatigue ; There is no seasoning for cooking at home, so I used two garlic seedlings from other vegetable gardens to use...

These are quite common phenomena in the village. They are not very reasonable, but they are all quite reasonable.

A kind of tacit understanding and agreement between rural people, as long as it is not deliberately destroyed or picked in large quantities, everyone can accept it.

This is a kind of internal rule in the circle, which is very concise and simple, but it cannot be ignored. It represents a simple social concept called "everyone looks up and sees down".

In the city, this kind of situation basically does not exist. It is normal for neighbors to borrow things from each other, but it is absolutely not allowed to take away things that belong to others quietly, even if it is as small as a needle thread or a garlic sprout. .

This is because the objective environments of the two are different, and the naturally generated order will not be suppressed. There is no right or wrong distinction between the two, because there is no right or wrong environment.

After peeling off all the corn silks on the corn cob one by one, Li Heng stroked the plump and round corn kernels.

There was a burnt smell not far away, Li Heng looked up and saw black smoke slowly rising from another field, Li Heng thought about walking there together.

Burning wildfires is the most common way to deal with crop stalks and field weeds in rural areas. Although policies to control rural straw burning are being implemented in various places, it is still difficult to fully implement them.

This wildfire is obviously also used to burn the remaining corn stalks in the field, and to clear a wave of weeds by the way. The main component of the burned ash is inorganic salt, which is also a good nutrient for the next round of cultivation.

The person who set the fire had already left, and the fire was now an "unowned fire". Li Heng hurried forward to take advantage of the remaining fire, dug a hole in the soil, buried the still burning ashes in it, and then Throw the corn cob in your hand into the fire with a leaf roll.

Grilled corn on the cob!
He squatted beside the wildfire by the field, rubbing his hands and looking at the fire expectantly.

I haven't done this kind of work for many years, it seems that since I went to middle school, I haven't cooked much in the fields.

I still remember when I was a child, I grilled taro, corn, and peanuts, dug other people’s vegetable gardens, dug my own field ridges, and roasted taro, corn, and peanuts with the ashes of the earthen stove, and I had a "black beard" around my mouth.

The ashes of the wildfire gradually extinguished. Li Heng dug up the hot ashes and dug out the dry and blackened leaves from the pit, and a unique sweet smell mixed with burnt came out.

It was burnt as expected, and Li Heng was not surprised. I haven't done this job for too many years, and it's hard to control the heat. Almost half of it was burnt, and only the bottom half was cooked.

He opened his mouth and took a bite. The sweet smell of cooked corn had a bitter taste of coke. Li Heng nodded, yes, that's the smell.

Although his recipes have been specially adjusted, they are all balanced nutrition, energy, and trace elements that he carefully matched. This roasted half-burnt corn cob not only has no nutrition, but also produces toxic substances due to excessive heat.

But today, he wanted to eat this poisonous "junk food". Not only that, but he also picked a cucumber from another vegetable garden to replenish water, regardless of whether the vegetable field had just been sprayed with pesticides.

I don't know if it is his psychological effect, but he always feels that the cucumbers grown in this vegetable garden taste different from those sold in supermarkets in the city.

Chewing corn and cucumbers, Li Heng continued walking all the way without stopping, passing through the fields and land that he was very familiar with when he was a teenager.

The roar of the diesel engine came from the semi-muddy soil, as if an old man who was about to die was screaming and screaming. The tractor pulled by it was deep in the mud, and a pair of wheels rolled and slipped in the muddy water feebly. .

The man who controls the tractor is also a half-century-old farmer, who is as old as the machine visible to the naked eye, and his condition is not much better than this machine.

With both hands holding on to the tractor's handrails, my face was flushed, my veins were bulging, I was shaking left and right, I was pulling the clutch, I was in gear, I was going forward, backward, left, right, left, right, right, but this damn wheel just got stuck in it and crawled. not come up.

At this moment, the old farmer caught a glimpse of a young man coming behind his tractor, as if planning to help him push the cart.

"Thank you, but Mou Deyong, the wheel is deeply sunk, how can one person push it, at least two or three people are needed, I'd better go down and call someone..."

Then he felt the car body shake violently, as if being propelled forward by a strong force, the roar of the diesel engine was no longer as unpleasant as before, and a pair of wheels were pulled out of the mud soon.

The old farmer was overjoyed and hurriedly grabbed the handrail, pulled the clutch, shifted gears, and got out of this difficult muddy road in one breath.

As soon as he stepped on the brake, the old farmer hurriedly turned his head to get out of the car to thank the young man who helped him push the cart, but there was no one in sight.

The old man was dazed and fanned the straw hat on his head with a rather perplexed face.

Li Heng, who had already left along another field ridge, ate the last bite of corn and said to himself, "It's the reward for eating your corn cobs and cucumbers."

Throwing away the corn cobs, Li Heng watched a group of small figures walking slowly on the country road, and they heard the sound of playing and playing.

I saw a boy carrying a schoolbag kicking along the edge of the grass as if he was looking for something.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he took three steps and took two steps to pick up something from the ground.

It turned out to be a fairly straight and well-proportioned slender branch!

The young man holding the artifact seems to have found his mission at this moment - never allow a single grass to stand in front of me!
Li Heng watched him holding the "magic weapon" like "gods descending to earth", chopping off dozens of wormwood's proud spines horizontally and vertically, and finally showed a satisfied smile as if he had completed his life mission.

Then he found that his little friend had left and left him far away, so he was shocked and dropped the magic weapon in his hand to catch up in a hurry.

The artifact left behind by its owner is lying alone in the weeds, waiting for the next person.

As a predestined person, Li Heng walked to the grass, bent down and picked up the branch.

Looking at this "artifact" and the dozen or so stalks of wormwood next to it, Li Heng couldn't help shaking his head.

"Hehe, childish"

A few minutes later, Li Heng moved on and left the path.

Within a radius of nearly tens of meters behind him, there was only one intact grass and a broken branch...

He continued to walk down the road, crossed a small bridge, stepped over a dirt slope, passed through a bamboo forest, and saw a farm cow tied to a wooden stake at the edge of the forest.

These days, mechanization has become quite popular. No matter how bad it is, there are tractors and rotary cultivators. Not many people still use oxen now.

"Huh? This cow..."

After approaching, Li Heng's eyes widened slightly, and his eyes fell on its neck, where a bunch of hair was missing, leaving a rough white scar.

"It's actually you"

Li Heng showed a slight smile and walked to the lying cow and squatted down. The old cow seemed to sense someone approaching, and lazily raised his head.

"Moo-moo-"

The voice was old and weak.

Li Heng suddenly had mixed feelings, and stretched out his hand to caress its head, and then stretched out his hand to stroke the white scar that had lost its hair.

Making torches is an ancient traditional custom. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th, adults and children will come out and use straw, sorghum stalks and wooden sticks to make torches and light them, and then shake them in the wilderness at night. Flip the spark trick.

It is said that this is a folk custom handed down from the end of the Yuan Dynasty, following the example of the Red Scarf Army uprising and raising fire, and it is deeply loved by young people.

Li Heng was also a young creative genius when he was a teenager. He decided to give the guys in the same village a big job on the night of August [-]th.

The young Li Heng has a skill that most children no longer possess - riding a bull!
This skill has gradually become useless in the era when there is no need for cow herding babies. Only Li Heng once learned this skill out of curiosity and fun.

It just so happened that his family bought a young strong cow not long ago, which was specially used by Li Heng's father to cultivate the few acres of water terraces on the mountainside that tractors could not handle.

So the tough job he came up with was-riding a bull to light a torch!

At that time, in the wilderness on the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival on August [-]th, when a group of friends are playing on the ground with torches, he will calmly ride out on a bull, and then lift up his carefully crafted three-story When the cotton torch lights up the holy flame, he is the most beautiful boy in the whole village.

So he secretly took out the cattle at home while his father was out, and on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he took his own torch and walked towards his hard work.

And that night, he did win the attention of all his friends and leave a lasting name, but the process was not what he expected
The sparks from his torch scalded the bull's eyes, and the bull under his crotch ran wildly in a panic. Li Heng couldn't keep his balance, and the torch in his hand burned the hair on the cow's neck. Xia Niu suffered even more pain and went mad, directly throwing him off the back of the bull.

The out-of-control old cow also made the torch lighting event that year ended with an unprecedented "laughing" and "hilarious and lively".

Afterwards, he also felt an extremely "warm" father's love like never before, which made him dare not sit on the bench for a full week.

But even though he endured the pain in his butt, Li Heng still ran to the cowshed with scald ointment and anti-inflammatory drugs every day. While applying medicine to the cow's neck, he applied medicine to his own butt. Slowly, the cow's neck and his butt healed together.

But not long after that, the cow was sold by Li Heng's father. Li Heng only remembered that on the day of selling the cow, the cow with the burn scar on its neck refused to leave and mooed in his direction for several times. Minutes before being dragged away.

Many years later, touching the same scar, Li Heng seemed to see the past years at this moment.

The boy who played with fire back then has become an ordinary youth in the world, the strong farm cattle of that year are now too old to plow the fields, and the person who left a deep memory on his buttocks is no longer...

"This is my past, an ordinary past"

Li Heng stood up, his expression was clear and confused, and he seemed to be looking for something.

At this moment, a large cart drove slowly from the side of the dirt road, and one person got off the cart and came to the tree stump: "Brother, please step aside, we are going to lead this cow."

"You are……"

"This cow was temporarily tied here before. We just called the car and now we are going to take it to the beef cattle factory."

"Beef cattle farm? Isn't this a farm cattle?"

"It's too old~" The man untied the ox rope, "This kind of old ox has long since had no energy to go to the field, so it will be sold naturally."

Li Heng remained silent. This kind of old farm cattle entered the slaughterhouse to be slaughtered for meat, which is the final destination.

The old cow obediently followed the man who led the rope and slowly got up from the ground, and slowly walked up the inclined ladder of the truck with its decayed hooves.

bang bang——

The rear door of the carriage was closed and the car engine was started.

The cart is about to leave, and it will take the old cow to the slaughterhouse, and then after the slaughter, it will be automatically decomposed into pieces of meat on an unknown table.

Li Heng stood quietly watching, not intending to take any action.

The tires of the car turned slowly, and the old cow raised its hooves in the carriage slowly.

"Moo moo moo—"

The sound of the cow's call came from the carriage suddenly, and the aging call of the old cow was like a series of ancient belated bells ringing slowly.

In a daze, Li Heng seemed to have seen the afternoon when it was sold again, and yelled at himself in the same way.

"Wait a moment"

(End of this chapter)