Senior Superstar

  Chapter 1047 Xiaojia, righteousness! (Congratulations to the lord of Wonderland Alice!)

  When Qiao Wanli on the big screen, carrying a suitcase, merged into the crowd and headed towards the train station, Lijia Village was a different scene;

  It has been some time since the last gamma-ray burst, but it is obvious that this time is not enough to erase the scars left by the artificial satellite rain on this village.

   Pieces of satellite debris in the wheat fields have been taken away by the government, but the gullies in the earth are like unhealed scars, which are so dazzling and eye-catching.

  Large tracts of crops were burned, and even the prolonged drought made the whole village seem to lose its vitality.

  Not to mention. The houses that were damaged everywhere, like burns.

  The children’s school was closed, and the children in dirty school uniforms hid under the pergola. The orange-red fire caught the sun, and the children lost their interest in playing.

  Their gazes were dull and bored, cuddling a dog that was stocked by an unknown family, watching the adults with weeping faces sucking buckets of water from the half-dry well.

  Part of the water was poured into the loess, mixed with grass stalks and then slapped on the ground, building a series of soil walls-soon, they will be built into a new house.

  The other part is carried by more adults with burdens. Along the long and winding dirt road, buckets of burdens moisten the pieces of wheat that are about to die.

Uncle Gen, who was blind, squatted on the soil steps under the feet of the dolls.

  Although he can't see it anymore, his posture of pressing the tobacco leaf into the pipe pot is still so skillful and accurate-if you don't see that his eyes have turned into grayish white, you will never find that this is a blind man.

  He pressed the tobacco leaves expertly, he fumbled and took out the lighter, and lit the bag of dry tobacco.

  The steaming smoke along with the scorched loess in the air is lifted up into the sky by the rushing heat.

   "Children, what are your fathers doing?"

"My father builds a pigpen! The satellite that fell from the sky killed three pigs. My father feels distressed! He said that the wheat was hit by the disaster and the government would normally provide subsidies. He and my mother poured water to irrigate. How much is saved. Even if you can’t save it, it’s not a loss. But three pigs can cost nearly 20,000 yuan! Now, taking advantage of the solar terms, we have set up a pigpen and bought a few piglets, and we can still catch up with one. Pochu fat!"

  The talking baby was called Li Goudan. Although the teacher named him Li Ziqiang after he entered elementary school, his parents still did not change their registered permanent residence and still insisted on calling him Goudan.

  Because in these two people who did not graduate from elementary school, the lower the name, the better to feed.

   Hearing Goudan’s answer, the pipe pot that Uncle Old Gen put on his mouth stopped.

   "Where are the other adults?"

"My father went to a quarrel with the village secretary! He said that my family had not relied on the poor households the year before, and the village promised to build a poverty alleviation house when the house failed. Now that the house has collapsed, he said that what the village says counts. Anyway, this time the village I have to give someone to build a colored steel house! My mother said that it was not a shortfall. If someone builds a house, she can go to the fields with my father to carry water, and she may be able to save half of the harvest!"

"My father and my second uncle, third uncle, and fifth uncle are all in the fields! He heard from those who came to collect satellites a few days ago, what are those satellites. Oh, yes, there is radiation! Long-term contact, it will Let the land not grow any seedlings! He is afraid that crops will not grow in the places where the satellites will smash next year.

  Listening to the dolls one by one talking about the movements of their parents at home, the blind old man took a mouthful of his pipe and pot in silence.

   sighed the big smoke, he rubbed his palms like dead branches, grabbed the child closest to him and pulled it into his arms.

  The joints of the hands that have been engaged in manual labor for a long time are wide, thick and rough, and every inch of the palm of the skin is carved with grooves and barbed children.

   Being stroking his head with such hands, the child grinned, obviously uncomfortable.

   "Dogdan, your legs are fast, you go."

   "Second Lord, what are you going to do?"

   "Go and call all the old men in the village here, so I'm talking about them!"

"Hey!"

   Hearing Uncle Old Gen’s request, the child in his arms was like a forgiveness. He spread the two feet wearing cloth shoes, and left after a series of dust on the dirt road.

  As the child ran away, the sun in the sky finally dissipated the most vicious light and heat of his day, and began to sink weakly to the west.

  In a blink of an eye, it was night.

  The adults who had been busy in the field all day, returned home one after another.

  The village was hit by a disaster. Although the government promised subsidies, the people who regard the fields as their lifeblood are still unhappy.

  They watched the news report on TV, and they also understood the solar crisis. At first they were in a panic. But I heard that the country had a way, and everyone returned to the same way.

  The Lijia Village marked at each point on the map has existed for hundreds of years, and it has been like this for hundreds of years. The Japanese devils have been here, the GMD has been there, they have been washed by mountain torrents, and have even been buried by mudslides and landslides.

  But the farmer’s land has never been abandoned.

  I can't see the land lying there well that day, the farmer is like walking on the street with people coming and going without wearing pants-my heart is always empty.

But when the people who had worked in the fields for a day buried their pots and cooked food, prepared to have a full meal and then had a good night’s sleep in preparation for getting up early tomorrow to continue working on crops, the fields on the west side of the village suddenly appeared. red.

  What kind of red is that?

  It spreads on the horizon, and together with the unfinished red clouds on the horizon, it draws a long equal sign for the sky of Lijiacun!

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   "Fire!"

   Crouched in the yard and looked around with a rice bowl for a long time, only then someone let out a stern wailing.

   "It's a field fire!"

  Following that wailing, many young and tired young men who were not exhausted slapped up, carrying their poles and buckets.

  However, just as they were preparing to fight the fire from afar, all the old people in the village formed a team and blocked the small road at the head of the village.

   "Father!"

   "Master! What are you doing? Get out of the way, haven't you seen a fire in the field!"

  "What annoyance? Uncle, what are you holding in your hand?"

  The anxious young men suddenly realized that the atmosphere was a little wrong.

  In front of them, these old people, who have regarded the field as their lifeblood all their lives, are so peaceful at this time.

  It seems that the fire is not burning in the fields they have cultivated for a lifetime. But it happened that each of them had oil drums and torches in their hands!

"Don't be busy, we set the fire. The wheat is dry enough to be a **** firewood, and the gasoline is poured into the upper air vent, and the wind blows, waiting for you to pick up the water and burn the ball. It's clean."

  An old man grinned distressedly and confessed his "crime".

   "Father! You are confused!"

  A man in the crowd threw the pole on the ground.

  Holding his own father left and right, he could only kick the loess on the ground fiercely, and then squatted down with anger!

   "It's not me who are confused, it's you! You all counsel your babies!"

   Feeling the resentment one by one, Uncle Old Gen smashed the pipe pot in his hand mercilessly!

  He stared at those gray eyes, and stretched out his trembling fingers to point to the sun that was about to fall under the mountain to the west.

  "What is the purpose of farming?

  The ancestors opened up wasteland piece by piece in this stone field, so that later people could have a place to rest and open branches and leaves.

  I’m farming, so that you can grow up alive, marry a wife and have children! Okay, learn something, go out of this place where birds don’t shit, and see what the outside world looks like!

  The people who grow these fields have never made so many crops! "

"When is the time now? If you put it in the essay, it would be a life and death season! What are you doing? Thinking of those acres of cornfields and the harvest of a thousand eight hundred catties! You are the only ones who are confused. Live to understand!"

  Amidst Uncle Old Gen’s scolding, the young men bowed their heads.

  There are also people who rely on themselves to hide behind others, muttering to find their own reasons;

   "Uncle Lao Gen, didn't it say on TV that you should be under 40 years old, and you should be up to junior high school. We. Isn't this substandard?"

   "Furthermore, let's go, what are the kids doing."

   Listening to those rebuttals, Uncle Old Gen knelt down and rubbed the ground.

   Seeing his movements, someone immediately passed the pipe pot on the ground.

  Then, that person became the first lucky person to be beaten by the pot.

   "I let you have nothing to do! I let you do nothing!"

   "Without education, do you have the strength?"

"If you don't let you draw pictures and write, you won't be able to resist digging holes?! Your grandpas, grandpas, have not read a book? You don't know a big letter. When Little Japan called, which man in the village was nesting at home and farming When the American devils were beaten, which one stayed at home to coax the baby? A surname of Li was born, how come your generation has become a grandson?"

   "How did you do with the dolls, what did you do with the dolls when you went out to do odd jobs? Did you starve them to death?"

  "Go! Pack your things now, and let Laozi roll tomorrow morning! The dolls will stay hungry with us, and if Laozi is there, the dolls won't be able to stand a little bit! Go! Go!"

  Under the wildly fluttering pipe pot, a group of young men covered their heads and faces, watching the fire in the sky disperse away.

  Last time, the old man knocked away his son with a pipe pot.

  This time, it is finally the turn of the young people in the village!

  　PS: Thank you [Wonderland Alice] for the reward! Thank you for your support! The local part of this chapter is a bit hard to speak Henan dialect, but I still want a local feel, so the writing is a bit slow. If there are Henan folks, you can enrich the character dialogue. After all, dialects are too difficult for the second fool. If I can use English, I can use a translator! Mom!

  (End of this chapter)