Yin Shi life

When we arrived at Taisui Ridge, we could still hear the sound of Zhang Yuan's family blowing and beating.The sound of funeral guns also echoes in the valley of Taisui Mountain from time to time.

"Oh, it's a pity, I can't watch the excitement." Zhang Wenxing said with a sigh.

"What's the pity? It's not like I haven't seen it. Besides, I went to see it last night. It was said that Zhang Shuben's funeral was for a 5-year-old. We couldn't avoid it!" Zhang Shanhai said.

"I heard that the teachers are all beaten up. Why don't we criticize here? That teacher Ren beat me up last semester. If the criticism is good, I will definitely beat him back." Zhang Wenxing sighed.

"If you dare to beat Teacher Ren, your father will beat you half to death. Don't see the last time he beat you, when he came to your house, your father slaughtered your old hen? That means the teacher beat you well What!" Zhang Shanhai said.

Zhang Bo nodded, "It's great to be a teacher. You can beat people casually, and you can also eat old hens."

"My mother never beat anyone," Zhang Shanhai said.

"That's right, Teacher He is the best teacher in the village primary school." Zhang Bo said.

"Cuckoo!"

I don't know which one it is, but there is a gurgling sound in my stomach.

Unexpectedly, it was as if a fuse had been lit, and the stomachs of the little brats all groaned for a while.

"Oh, I stayed up late last night, and I already digested yesterday's lunch. I'm so hungry!" Zhang Bo said.

In rural areas at this time, the average family eats two meals a day, and breakfast is eaten after a morning's work.All the little kids came out on an empty stomach.After tossing in the mountains for a while, my stomach was naturally empty.

"It's almost frost, should the persimmons be ripe?" Zhang Shanhai looked around and said.

"Well, it must be familiar." Zhang Bo said.

"Then go pick some to fill your stomach. Leave two to look after the cows, and the rest to pick persimmons. Well, there are also chestnuts, which should be edible at this time. Damn, there are too many thorns." .” Zhang Shanhai said.

Zhang Shanhai vaguely became the leader of the children, and because Zhang Shanhai made a big splash last night, the little kids were quite convinced.This is a big matter of the belly, and the little kids are also active.Leaving the two reluctant little kids to keep staring at a herd of buffaloes, the rest ran off to the mountains to find food.

Naturally, Zhang Shanhai would not stay to watch the cattle, he took a group of little kids to the mountains.When he came out in the morning, Zhang Yunyang asked Zhang Shanhai to mow the grass with a bamboo basket on his back, which was just used to hold things at this time.

There are many persimmon trees in the mountains, and they are covered with brightly red persimmons. From a distance, they look like trees full of flowers.But this wild persimmon looks beautiful, and even turns red on the tree, which is a bit different from the few persimmon trees in the yard of the production team Zhang Zhishe's house.The persimmons of the production team have to be picked and put in the millet to cover for a period of time before they gradually soften. The color is still slightly yellow, not as red as the persimmons in the mountains.But although the persimmons in the mountains are beautiful, their taste is always astringent.Although the persimmons from the production team don't look very good, they taste very good.

There is no child in the countryside who can't climb a tree. Several children climbed to the tree in twos and twos, and picked the persimmons that were full of trees.But they didn't have the patience to pick them one by one, they just broke off the branches.

Zhang Shanhai broke off a branch and hung a dozen persimmons on it, but he didn't rush to throw the branch down.Instead, he squeezed the persimmon on top.

"Well, it's not bad, there are a few soft ones on it." Zhang Shanhai smiled.Soft means it has begun to ripen and should taste sweet.

"What are you? Look at my branches, all of them are bright red. I pinched them just now, and they are all familiar." Zhang Bo said proudly.

Zhang Shanhai didn't answer, he was really hungry, "Damn Zhang Daneng, you are so fucking stingy, I gave sacrifices to their family, and they didn't even call me for dinner."

"Who told you to be late for the sacrifice? At that time, Master Zhang had already had dinner. If you had offered sacrifices to their family early, Master Zhang would have called you during dinner." Zhang Bo said.

"Yeah. That's right. I was stupid. At that time, there were fruits on Master Zhang's table. I forgot to grab some." Zhang Shanhai said.

There are two types of persimmons in the mountains, one is red and harder.The other is cyan, oily on the top, and becomes soft when it matures a little.People in Zhangjiashan call the red ones wild persimmons, and the blue ones oily persimmons.

Zhang Wenxing planted an oiled persimmon tree by himself, "Hey, come here quickly. This oiled persimmon is already ripe. It has a sweet taste."

Zhang Shanhai randomly broke off a few branches that were closer to the top, threw them to the ground, and went down quickly.

"Shanhai, take it easy, don't cut your penis." Zhang Bo climbed the tree faster than Zhang Shanhai, seeing Zhang Shanhai going down quickly, he yelled.

While speaking, Zhang Shanhai had already reached the ground.

"Wen Xing, can you throw a bunch of them down for me to taste?" Zhang Shanhai just ate a few red wild persimmons. Although the persimmons were almost ripe, the wild persimmons in the mountains were still bitter even if they were ripe.Zhang Shanhai had only eaten a few, and he was already so bitter that he couldn't move his tongue.

Zhang Wenxing quickly broke a branch from the tree and threw it in front of Zhang Shanhai.Fortunately, Zhang Shanhai retreated quickly, so he was not hit by the persimmon.But a few overripe persimmons hit the ground and became pulpy.

"You bastard Zhang Wenxing. Don't you know how to be gentle?" Zhang Shanhai complained.

"It's so tall, let's give it a try." Zhang Wenxing didn't know the story of the apple hitting his head, otherwise he could use scientific theories to fight back against Zhang Shanhai.

Zhang Shanhai didn't have the time to argue with Zhang Wenxing. The persimmons were not very full after eating, and they were completely digested after a while. Zhang Shanhai picked out a few riper ones, peeled off the skin of the persimmons, and ate them all. stand up.Although the oily persimmons are not as sweet as red persimmons, they are not astringent at all.

Chestnuts are not as easy to handle as persimmons, as they are full of thorns. Zhang Bo bravely climbed to the tree and broke off a branch of chestnut, then tied it with thorns and dragged it into the valley.

Although the two who watched the cow there were a little displeased, their grievances disappeared completely when they saw their companions bring back such a rich fruit.

In the distance, the sound of funeral guns and firecrackers is loud, and the sound of suona can occasionally be heard.The little kids looked into the distance and saw that many people in sackcloth had already arrived at the cemetery.

"Look, it's in the ground, it's in the ground. Alas, it's time to preach the scriptures. If you can get a handful of peanuts and melon seeds there, it's a pity!" Zhang Bo has some relatives with Zhang Yuan's family. If they go, they should be able to wear On sackcloth.He felt a little sorry for the handful of tea leaves that the Yin master threw into everyone's pockets when the scriptures were preached.There will be some melon seeds and peanuts mixed in, and with luck, there may be a candy or two.

A few children ran to the hillside quickly, and looked at the mountainside in the distance, a group of people in sackcloth and filial piety were surrounding there.The smoke of firecrackers filled the mountains.

The time for herding cattle in the morning is not very long, because some cattle herding boys still have to go to school.Zhang Shanhai does not need to go to school, he is only 5 years old.The age in the countryside is false. In fact, Zhang Shanhai is only four years old.Children cannot go to preschool until the age of six, and first grade at the age of seven.Before Zhang Shanhai went to school, he always thought that school was a paradise. He wore crotch pants to play when he had nothing to do. Sometimes he was tricked by that doggy Ren Qingli into learning to read in the classroom.Of course, Ren Qingli was not a dog at that time, and he was still a kind teacher at that time.

Teacher Ren is a college student, which is very rare in Qiaoshan County. I don't know how he got the Caiyun brigade.In Zhangjiashan, anyone with a high school diploma must be regarded as an intellectual.

A few kids stood on the hillside and watched for a while, their faces full of regret.

"Look at that. I'm going back. It's late, and I'll be late for school." Zhang Zeng is the oldest of several children, and is now in the first grade.

"I'm afraid. I'm late, and the teacher doesn't dare to do anything." Zhang Bo said.

"Don't dare to do anything? Didn't you know that bitch Ren Qingli would directly beat someone up? Mr. Ren was ruthless. He always folded his ears in half when he pulled his ears, and then twisted them in a circle. That day, Zhang Ye's ears were given to that bitch. Blood came out," Zhang Zeng said.

"That's true." Zhang Shanhai agreed after thinking about it, that shit, even if he wasn't his student, he would do it.But after thinking about it, Mr. Ren loves to tell stories, and the stories are really nice.This is also the main motivation for Zhang Shanhai to go to the village primary school.

Speaking of going back, Zhang Shanhai remembered that the bamboo basket he brought out to mow the grass was still empty, but he wasn't very worried.Anyway, this cow is not his own.Even if he didn't mow the grass and go back, his father wouldn't really beat himself up.