dream village

Seeing that her son had calmed down a bit, Chunhua didn't say anything else. She took an iron pan and put it on the stove to burn oil for her son.

After Chunhua's scolding, Renlong also sobered up a lot. He immediately thought that as an elder, he should not be angry with his son. Besides, what he said just now should not be said under such circumstances.

He tilted his head and sat down on the big bench, smoking a cigarette without saying a word.The quarrel with his wife was at a disadvantage just now, and he seemed to want to fight the smoke from the cigarette against the oily smoke from the iron pan in his wife's hand to see who would win and who would lose, as if they had never stopped arguing for more than ten years.

Like all the local country people's homes, everything in Zhang Tao's house remains the same, just like the owner's face, in the passage of time, except for the three inescapable knives of poverty, pain and fatigue, lines are carved on it to represent old age. Apart from the wrinkles, there were no other changes.

What I saw when I entered the door was a "bed canopy" (a unique piece of furniture in my hometown, placed by the stove facing the door, which not only serves as a stool to sit on, but also acts as a cover, and there are drawers underneath for storing things).There is a urinal in the corner near the door, and by turning the door to the corner, you can relieve your "little hand" (urinate) in the small space enclosed by a half-hidden door, the back of a "bed canopy" and two walls. meaning).

Every household in my hometown is arranged like this. One side of the "bed canopy" is the urinal, and the other is the dining room, living room and kitchen.The ding-dong sound of the spring water and the churn and smell of urine will not affect the emotions of people sitting around the fire chatting and eating at all.

On the opposite side of the "bed canopy" is a rectangular potato cellar with a stove in the middle, and a large bench is placed under the window, which is usually used by the owner or distinguished guests.The potato cellar is full of seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, food and other sundries, and these things will be cleaned up at night for bed use.

Going a little further inside, there are dining cabinets, wardrobes, and pen tables in sequence on one side, and a table and two beds on the other side.Other spaces in the house were littered with chairs, stools, and other odds and ends.

In short, basically every inch of space in the house has been utilized, and the roof and walls are also covered with bacon, dry goods, clothes and other things that are not commonly used.

Except for the new pen table, none of the furniture in the room is decent. The paint is peeling, the color is mottled, the wood is old, and the style is old. It is suitable for a museum as an antique exhibition.

Although Zhang Tao has long heard from his parents that the weather is good and the harvest is good in all aspects this year, the poverty of his family has not been fundamentally changed, and this kind of harvest is very fragile. It is very fragile, as long as a natural disaster or a serious illness of a member of the family, especially the main laborer, can destroy everything that is good and thriving, and even return to abject poverty.

Mengfang put a basin of water in front of Zhang Tao and said, "Brother, why are you fighting with Dad? It's not like you don't know that after Dad drinks some wine, he will have no way to speak. If it wasn't for me later today If almost all the water is poured for him, he doesn't know how drunk he will be."

This is indeed the way Mengfang came up with to deal with his father. When he drank a certain amount, not only could he not stop him from drinking, but it would also make him angry if he talked too much, so he replaced the wine poured for him with water. liquor.This method really worked. After his father was drunk, he couldn't tell whether it was real wine or fake wine. This also prevented his father from getting drunk and hurting his body.

"You little devil, you are the only one who is smart!" Zhang Tao tapped the little girl's head with his hand, and said affectionately.Then he picked up the cold water and splashed it on his face, which also refreshed his hot heart.

"Brother, you are so powerful, everyone in the bay regards you as a god!" Mengfang said enthusiastically.

"Really? Is my brother so godlike? Don't you have to be scolded by your father at home." Zhang Tao said flatly, but there was pride and complacency in his tone.

Mengfang didn't pick up the topic of brother, but said in self-centered reproach: "Brother, you are a hero, but you are a hero, but it's really difficult to be a hero's sister!" There was a hint of confusion in her tone.

"What's the matter! Is it bad for you to be a hero?" Zhang Tao asked strangely.

Mengfang pretended to sigh and said: "Brother, think about it! You are a hero, and others can praise you as much as they want. As sisters, we are more qualified to be with heroes every day! But can we?" ?If we have something to say in our hearts, we can only hold it back, and only listen to it, otherwise we will be suspected of being a peddler and make others look down on us.

"That's not enough. What makes us depressed is that wherever we go now, everyone is enthusiastic, but they are so enthusiastic that even our names are omitted. Everyone calls us Brother Tao's younger sister. Brother, tell me, if I want to have a bright future like yours, how difficult it is, and it will take a monkey year to get out of your shadow and overshadow your limelight?"

Mengfang's aggrieved and cute appearance made Zhang Tao laugh, and he poured some water on his sister's face with his hands.

Mengfang cleverly stepped aside and shouted again: "One more important point, brother, other girls can ask for kisses and hugs when they meet heroes they admire, but we can only beat the heroes. Give me some water." After shouting, Mengfang walked briskly to the back room.

After washing his face, Zhang Tao buried his head and squatted on a dry and rotten pine tree behind the house that could only be used as firewood. He suddenly had a very sad thought, maybe he was the one that was cut down and put aside. A useless pine tree on the ground, what awaits me is only a fire, and this is my final destination.

The fierce quarrels in the room had long since ceased, but occasionally there would be a few quarrels from the parents.

Zhang Tao sighed helplessly in his heart. From what he can remember to now, the quarrel between his parents has almost never stopped.This kind of quarrel is commonplace for them, although Zhang Tao will also be troubled by it, but such things are repeated day by day, year after year, almost throughout his entire life growing up, he has long been used to it, and he is used to it. In addition, he has no way to change it, so he has no choice but to accept it.

well!Why do poor people have so many troubles?Zhang Tao didn't dare to think about it any further.

Zhang Tao let out a few breaths in the cool night.There is a strong hometown atmosphere in the evening wind, so familiar and kind, it seems to melt his melancholy and boredom a little bit, and then sweep away, into the surrounding fields and forests.

There is still the breath of midsummer in the evening wind, the fragrance of the earth, the whispers of the flourishing crops and the flowers and trees in the forest.Zhang Tao inhaled the refreshing fragrance, and suddenly felt refreshed and free from worries. A kind of confidence and fighting spirit to control the future in his own hands flowed throughout his body.

He knows that the root of all these worries comes from poverty and backwardness. Only by throwing off these two hats, everything may change.To achieve this goal, we should not just stop at sighing and complaining, but take actions and struggles.