Merry Little Farmer

At the banquet, the dishes served were similar to other wedding banquets, nothing more than lobster, taro stewed pork, white-cut chicken, sour ribs...

At the banquet where Wang Xiaobing was, besides him, there was a middle-aged man named Wang Xishan, who was Wang Jiafa's cousin.Of the eight seats, six are women.As the saying goes, three women make a fair.That is to say that women talk a lot, as long as there are three, they will chatter non-stop.Now it's six, it's like boiling water, talking endlessly.

The topics that women talk about are not only homely, but also commonplace. It is impossible to talk about business, state affairs, and life.They also rarely drink alcohol, only drinks.

Wang Xiaobing and Wang Xishan toasted slowly, drinking Wuliangye with a mellow taste.At first, Wang Xiaobing called Wang Xishan his uncle. After drinking for half an hour, he patted his shoulders and hooked his back and called him brother.Wang Xishan was also [-]% drunk and didn't care about these things.

At the beginning of the banquet, there was no such situation, Wang Xiaobing still politely called Wang Xishan Uncle.

After a few minutes of the banquet, the arrogant Wang Xiujuan began to show off: "The Second Middle School is different. The teachers are strong. Our teachers teach lively and interesting lectures, which are much better than the teachers in the township middle schools. Xiao Bing, how do your teachers teach?" Sample?"

"Not bad!" After taking a few mouthfuls of Wuliangye, Wang Xiaobing thought of Su Huifang's beautiful buttocks, and said to himself.

"I don't believe it. It's impossible for your teachers to have a high level of teaching." Wang Xiujuan just wanted to undermine Wang Xiaobing's confidence, as if she had never attended Dongxing Middle School, and deliberately belittled everything there.

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not. If you come back to study for a semester, you will believe what I say." Wang Xiaobing decided not to relent, and insisted on fighting her to the end.

"Lie!" Wang Xiujuan snorted.

"Hehe, if the teacher is not good enough, how can he teach students like you who can be admitted to No. [-] Middle School? Right? There are people who have been admitted to No. [-] Middle School. Have you forgotten?" At this time, Wang Xiaobing's face was flushed, and his mouth was full. He smelled of alcohol, but he was only three points drunk, so he was clear enough to refute Wang Xiujuan's rude words.

"..." For a moment, Wang Xiujuan was speechless, opened a small mouth, and couldn't close it for a long time, her face looked angry and helpless, panting, her chest was raised and raised, and her eyes were a bit sinister.

Out of the corner of Wang Xiaobing's eyes, he caught sight of Wang Xiujuan who was in a panic, but he pretended not to see anything. He didn't bother to look at her again. He raised a porcelain cup and had a drink with Wang Xishan. Wang Xiujuan was so angry that she wanted to throw her chopsticks away.

After drinking a birthday wine, it was already afternoon.

Wang Xiaobing only remembered that he walked home in a daze, and vomited once halfway, his whole body was light and light, as if he was walking on cotton, as if he was about to step through the void and fly away.When I got home, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already midnight.During that time, I remembered that my mother told me to eat, but how could I get up to eat, and slept soundly with my head in my arms.

At that time, the family had already fallen asleep.Wang Xiaobing boiled water and took a hot bath, steamed the cold food, and after eating, he finally regained a third of his vitality and became more energetic.

Looking at the electronic watch, it was three o'clock in the middle of the night.In autumn, the night sky is clear and full of stars, with children's eyes blinking mischievously, and the cool breeze is like water, refreshing.

Wang Xiaobing moved a wooden chair with backrest, went out to the flat ground at the door, sat down and counted the stars with his head up.

At this time of silence, his mind was very active, and his thoughts were like wild horses running wild.Gradually, he remembered the scene of being taunted by Wang Xiujuan at the banquet.He is also a person with self-respect, and naturally he will not feel good when he thinks of being looked down upon by others.

"Life is alive, ten times unsatisfactory!"

He comforted himself in his heart, and then thought: "Sooner or later, I, Wang Xiaobing, will do something big and become famous! Shock you people who underestimate me! I heard from grandpa and grandma that the stars in the sky correspond to the people in the mortal world below." , so, which star is my life star?"

The superstitious theory says that everyone has a fate star, which is in the sky, and it is a person's destiny.People in this world, once they are born, their fate is fixed.Every time a star falls, someone dies.

Although he doesn't know astronomy, he can still see the stars very clearly. He is not short-sighted.He is also a member of the countryside, the son of a farmer, so naturally he cannot completely get rid of superstition.Although he doesn't believe in offering sacrifices to ancestors during the Spring Festival, he still has to participate. There is always a little sprout in his heart hinting at him: there may be ghosts and gods in the world.

All weddings, funerals and weddings in the village can only be settled after Mr. Yin Yang has seen the day.No one dares to use their days indiscriminately.Perhaps also for psychological comfort.If the days are used indiscriminately, once an accident occurs, people will say which one has offended the gods, thus causing disaster.

More than ten years ago, a family in Donghe Village built a new house. They picked a day to start construction without asking the Feng Shui master if it was okay.Later, two members of a family of four died of cancer.People in the village began to point and point behind their backs, saying that this is what happened to the family when they misused their lives.In addition, Mr. Yin Yang added fuel and vinegar to make this matter mysterious, which is even more shocking.

Later, whenever the villagers wanted to do any big things, they had to look at the calendar. First of all, they had a bottom line in their hearts, and they would resolutely not work or go out on unlucky days.For particularly big matters, you must ask Mr. Yin Yang.

People live in modern times, but their thoughts are still the same, and they have inherited superstitions from their ancestors.

Wang Xiaobing looked up for a while, and felt that the brighter star above his head was himself, because watching it blink softly, it seemed to be smiling at him.

"If that bright star is me, does that mean that my future is bright?" Wang Xiaobing felt more excited than a general leading an army of [-] when he was obsessed like this.

However, after thinking about it: "If the darkest star is me, wouldn't I have to work as a coolie for decades in my life?" Thinking of those porters who moved cement working hard under the scorching sun, the fantasy in his heart The pleasure was thrown to Java Island in an instant.

So he was in trouble.He said that the brightest star was his own life star, but he couldn't find any evidence.I had to pray secretly: "Buddha, if my life star is the brightest, let it be lightning!" He closed his eyes and listened quietly. Except for the joyful chirping of autumn insects, where can I hear any thunder.

When he opened his eyes in disappointment, he saw a shooting star across the sky.

"Yeah~, ***, is it implying that I am in trouble?" Because he also has superstitious thoughts in his mind, and there are vision changes, so he naturally thinks of unlucky things.