On the fourth day of the first lunar month, the sun is as warm as spring. I went to the countryside to visit my seventy-year-old uncle.
People say that an uncle is like a father and a son. I grew up in my grandmother's house, and my uncle treated me like my own.
I love the taste of the chai hot pot meals. In my spare time, I run to my uncle's house, and my uncle's house still has a firewood hot pot.
At noon, my cousin-in-law was preparing a meal in the stove house. I like the feeling of boiling the pot, just sit in front of the pot, fill the stove with firewood one by one, the flames spread all over the bottom of the pot, after a while, the pot full of water, there is a splash, my brother and sister-in-law added the water in the back pot to the front pot, saying that the fire is smaller, I will go to wash rice.
The fire was blazing, and I felt my face being roasted and my whole body hot.
My brother and daughter-in-law came over after scooping up rice and said that they would put the firewood in the air, or they would smoke, and they panicked. Remember, man must be solid, and fire must be hollow.
I said, burn a pot, you have a lot of Taoism.
The brother and daughter-in-law said, you go out, you burn a pot, and it will cost you a bundle of firewood.
It's not the first time I've burned a pot. I know my brother-in-law is embarrassed to let the guests nest in the stove house.
I came to the yard, and my uncle was sitting in the sun to warm up. Since the beginning of the new year, the temperature has risen, and my uncle's spirit is also exceptionally good.
I chatted with him as I watched the little creatures jumping and calling in the fence of the yard. The heart also softened.
In the countryside, the relationship between one life and another is tender, and it is all based on boundless tenderness, just like between people, everything in the countryside assimilates and softens them and becomes soft. It is only in the countryside that this feeling can be experienced.
The occasional sound of firecrackers makes the New Year's flavor stronger. I walked out of the courtyard and followed the sound of firecrackers.
An electric car came in front of me, propped my legs on the ground from a distance, and shouted my name, "Cortana, you're back!" ”
I was stunned, hey, it's a bolt. I haven't seen him for many years, and his hair is mostly gray, and his face is red. I said, "What's wrong with your hair?" He grinned, "At a great age, the hair is not gray and becomes sperm." Aren't you also a face-wrenching? ”
The bolt pillar family, one year almost missed last year. On the twenty-third day of the lunar month of that year, in the evening, I followed the concubine to crush it, and there were many people waiting for it. A ** sex news spread among the people who grinded noodles: the father of the bolt pillar took advantage of the family's lack of attention and hung himself on the beam of the house, but fortunately he was found in time and almost went there for the New Year.
The bolt was my playmate, and when the adults said this, I tilted my head and listened carefully.
The mother of the bolt has been sick for many years. The deepest impression is that his father pushed a frame car and went to the county hospital to see a doctor twice in three days. His family is the most unbearable family in the village.
The reason why the bolt pillar's father hanged himself was probably that at the annual fair, the only seven yuan and five cents he had on him were stolen by thieves. His father was going to the market to buy New Year's goods, but the family had no money. Not only do they have no money, but they also owe foreign debts. His father had no choice but to put together half a cloth bag of mung beans, soybeans, cowpeas, etc., which was not much in stock, and carried it to the market to sell, selling a total of seven yuan and five cents, and was about to use the money to buy meat and vegetables, and then sell some candy for the children. As soon as I touched my pocket, the money was gone.
His father returned home empty-handed, slept on the bed with his head down for a while, and while the family was not looking, he touched a rope and hung himself on the beams of the house.
Hearing the news, the concubine hurriedly rushed home. didn't bother to light the lamp, took out the handkerchief with money from the drawer in the dark, took out two yuan and sent it to the bolt's house.
Two cents, five cents, one piece and two pieces, the neighbors all coincidentally sent them to the Zhuzhu family and helped his family get through the difficulties.
At that time, the New Year was also a difficult time for many people.
If there is a craft at home, life is much better.
Twenty-five grinding tofu". On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month of that year, I and a few troublemakers (Hongying and her father always called us that) were playing "mine warfare" in the village, and Hongying walked over with a broken fence, which was full of tofu dregs.
Hongying's family makes tofu all year round to buy, and she has to serve a basket of tofu residue every day to her grandmother.
We and Hongying are both in the second grade of primary school, one class, and there was nothing at all, but she walked through our "battlefield" with tofu dregs, and stepped on a "landmine" (stepped on and broken), and the "mine" was the eggshell we picked up from the stove.
"There are not many mines in the first place, and they cannot be stepped on by red and white." We blocked her and didn't let her go, forcing her to pay us.
After delivering the tofu dregs, Hongying brought several "landmines" (eggshells) from her grandmother's house. Hongying asked to play "mine warfare" with us. My cousin said, "We don't want women." Shanhong said, your sister is still a man? My cousin said, "That's my sister."
Hongying was so angry that she wanted to crush the eggshells she brought from her grandmother's house. I said, let her be my companion. My cousin made a condition and said, you go home and get a piece of tofu for us to taste. At that time, it was also a pleasure to be able to eat tofu.
Hongying went home to steal tofu, and we lay on the wall of her house to supervise. We watched as Hongying was captured by her mother. took a beating from her mother. This tofu will definitely not be eaten, so we quickly retreat and flee in all directions to ......
Walking and walking, I unconsciously came to the door of Hongying's house. It just so happened that she was also accompanied by her son and came back to see her mother.
I hadn't seen her for years, but I stood on the side of the road and chatted with her.
I said, do you remember that year, when you stole tofu and didn't steal it, you were beaten?
Hearing this, Hongying's cloudy eyes wandered, her half-gray hair was messy in the cold wind, and the expression on her face seemed to be trying to remember, but in the end, she shook her head blankly.
The past is like the wind. Warm family affection, gentle countryside.
No matter what we have been through, He is like a gentle hand that can instantly soothe our sorrows and anxieties. Even if life is unbearable now, recalling that cheerful childhood, even the suffering is kind.
Now, people no longer worry about food and clothing, but more to pursue "poetry and distance". What has passed has become a memory engraved in our bones.