I don't know why we lived in this hut, and if I had to make a guess, this son might have been given to us by Yang Yuehua, a distant relative in the neighboring room. I realized from my grandmother's relationship with them that my grandfather was kind to them when he was alive, and although our family has declined, I can feel from my grandmother's interaction with their family that our family was once much richer than theirs.
Yang Yuehua is in his forties, he has a very elegant temperament, he is the manager of a pharmacy on the most prosperous street in the city, he has an old mother and three children, and he is the dignitary of these families around the tree, of course he understands the close relationship between our two ancestors, maybe it is because of him that we have returned to this place from so far away to settle in this house, but he is always so disdainful when he treats us, I don't know if I have reached his contempt, but a kind of sadness of loss always lingers！
One night, Luo Xinmin and I passed by the pharmacy where Yang Yuehua was the manager, and inadvertently looked inside, which stunned me, Yang Yuehua bowed 90 degrees and was being criticized on the stage, and the people who scolded him pushed him around, my heart beat wildly, and my heart produced infinite pity. When I went to his house after returning home, I observed him very carefully, and I didn't see any trace of great humiliation, great sorrow, and great grievance.
I don't know if my grandmother's worries about my family's tiled house will have something to do with the life of this distant Uncle Yang. In this life, the most doubts are left at this stage of the fastest growth, and most of the time they just go with life, and rarely torture life. When you want to figure out something in the future, it's too late, and you lose the conditions to figure it out, and besides, doubts leave a lot of room for imagination, and there is a kind of regretful beauty.
The walls of my tiled house are made of bamboo, and our place is a bamboo village, and everything made of bamboo is always much cheaper than wood. Most of the people in the city live in wooden houses, and our house is of course much inferior to the surrounding wooden houses, and if you put this bamboo tile house in the countryside, it can be regarded as a good place to live. My father's hometown was in a small village on the shore of Dongting Lake, and when I was a child, my uncle carried my sister and me to it in bamboo baskets and flat poles.
At that time, there were no cars from the city to the countryside, so my uncle picked me and my sister on the road before dawn, and only after a day and a night did we arrive at a small village with thatched huts connected to thatched huts. The so-called thatched hut is made of straw from top to bottom, and at the moment I wonder if this kind of thatched hut is better than the bamboo tile hut that people live in the cityThe father had seven sisters, plus the next generation of independent relatives and distant relatives, and there were also ten families.
I can't remember how many people I live in, but I change places every day. We went in the summer, and by the time we came back, it was already autumn. I was covered with pimples of mosquito bites, and I had a few scabies, I remember eating the most chicken feet, as soon as they put chicken feet on the table, they gave me chicken feet in fact, I don't like to eat chicken feet, I don't know why this statement spread as soon as I got here, even if I said I don't like to eat, others will not believe it, so I have to bite the bullet and keep eating, I really can't eat a few bites and then quietly throw it away.
Some people who are particular about it, before eating, there are a lot of small plates on the table, and some dried fruits are put in them, since they are put on the table, they will definitely not think about what can be eaten and what cannot be eaten, although I have not thought about eating it, some things are like this, one inadvertently, I eat what cannot be eaten, and the people at the table laughed at me, and then I realized that it was caused by chewing dried lentils in my mouth at an inopportune time.
One of their theories is that they tacitly show it to the guests, and I am a little unimpressed by this custom, because I feel humiliated, so I am very resistant to it. What happened in the hut was realized later, and it seemed like an ornament, but in fact it was also a ritual, showing a kind of respect for the guests.
One sunny morning after the rain, the whole family came out of the hut and went to the commune to take pictures as agreed. There were dozens of old and young ones, both men and women, all barefoot, some wearing straw sandals, some wearing cloth shoes, and only I wore a pair of sneakers. My aunt's daughter Zhiyuan was white and delicate and delicate and barefoot stepping on the mud, I was paying attention to this beautiful pair of bare feet all the way, the color was like a lotus root in a lotus pond, I wanted to take off my shoes for her to wear, but I didn't have that much courage, I couldn't understand how beauty could be dirty by the sludge, I was sad for this beautiful pair of bare feet while peeping.
As soon as I entered the bamboo tile house, I was facing a water tank, which was very old, the surface was rough, and occasionally a little glaze color had lost its lustrous primary color, and the cracks were covered with dirt and dust left over the years, and it was not easy to wash it clean. The old man who carried water for my house was hunched and thin, the wrinkles on his face had never been stretched, and every part of his body was written with exhaustion and vicissitudes, and every day he trembled across the threshold and poured water into the tank, and the bruised tendons on his calves and the blood flowing from his cracked instep brought me a sting in my heart every day.
Later, I began to carry water too early, one is to get rid of my family's growing economic difficulties, but also to free this old man from such a predicament, maybe it doesn't make sense logically, I picked up water is equivalent to him lost a chance, in the face of life, his difficulties are more?These are all questions that I don't understand, how can my little brain figure it out?
On the right side of the water tank, there is a very long, very high, antique original incense case in front of the Buddha shrine, of course, we are not used for the monks and Buddhas, this incense case is the only piece of rice in our house that can rest things, there are some porcelain bottles and clay pots on it, and a millet jar is also placed on it. My sister and I always like to watch from the sidelines when we use a color meter every day, and my grandmother has a good grasp of the proportions in this regard, and the ration of a month is not too much and no less to eat for a month. The incense case is one of the complete sets of furniture, and the things that the Yang family has used, just because the times have changed, who else dares to light incense?The pious heart that I carried had long been gone, and the old lady of the Yang family said that she was going to throw it away, and my grandmother said that you are not afraid of me, and there is gossip if you throw it away, so I will use it!For the Yang family, the practical value of the incense case has not only been lost, but also will bring disaster to them, and for our family it is not the same without it, the luster on the incense case reveals the preciousness of the incense case, I know that it has been a long time, but there is no sign that it has been old, when it looks clean and bright, spotless, adding glory to our family, when there is nothing to do, I am willing to find a clean cloth to wipe it.
The floor of my house is the same color as this incense case, which is a shiny black, shining against each other, and this metallic light makes people have the illusion that it is some kind of luxurious palace. However, the incense case is still different from the ground, the incense case is smooth as water, while the ground is uneven and full of pimples like pebbles. I don't know why it bulgs like this, grandma said it was because of the humidity.
People's ground is the brighter the better, and the ground of my house is grinding out uneven pimples, sometimes I also use a small axe to chop wood one by one, but it doesn't take long to pile up again, so that the cutting is not used to it, every day to step on these bumps, but can experience a kind of warmth. My tiled house is sheltered under a loquat tree, and there is an air-raid shelter under the loquat tree, which is probably dug by the general trend of digging deep holes and accumulating grain, and I am very excited after the hole is dug, and I will help dig it whenever I have time.
After the earthwork was dug and the bricks and stones were laid for some time, I dug a cat's ear hole under the trench when I was unprepared, and curled up just enough to hide in it. In the middle of summer, it is very humid and cool, and I often sneak in alone, and I can see the leaves of the loquat tree, and the feeling of looking up makes my heart quite satisfying. After the air-raid shelter is repaired, there is still seepage water inside, so that it will be drained in two days, although the water is not much, but it is always one more thing for the grain store, they want to save trouble, I want to have fun in it, so I will give them the task of drainage, after returning from school, I will make an appointment with a few classmates on the one hand to drain the water, and then you can have fun in it, and the energy is also released, and sometimes you can figure out some taste.
The top of the bomb shelter was piled up on the ground, which was just right for me to pick loquats. The loquat is small and a little astringent, and it tastes much worse than the loquat sold on the street, but I still like to eat it. On the left side of my house lived a lonely old man who was a man of few words and a short back, and it was difficult to hear him say a word for a year, and he always had such a gloomy expression, and his temper seemed to be very stubborn and pitiful. There is also a family surnamed Luo, the old lady of the family has a missing knee patella, her legs can't bend when she walks, she loves to be clean, several old-fashioned furniture is spotless, bright as new, my grandmother and I are washing and wiping those cups and dishes every time I go to the old lady surnamed Luo.