Xing Qingjie.
When I was seven years old, I went to the county seat with my mother to catch the New Year's fair. After my mother bought a bunch of things, she thought it was too heavy on her back, so she put them on the north side of the intersection under the West Bridge for me to watch, and then she went to buy other things.
The West Bridge, is from the west into Yucheng Tuxiao River Bridge, the east of the bridge is a bustling cross street, our locals have been commonly known as "under the bridge", now, this place is still a business district, Yucheng's largest shopping mall is in this place.
To the north of the intersection under the bridge, there is the firecracker market, where we call firecrackers firecrackers. At that time, the people who sold artillery on the market were all individual businesses, and if they wanted to sell quickly and sell much, they had to put them on a hang every once in a while to attract customers with a loud sound. The nearest one to me sells cannonballs, when the ** sound ended, I felt something hit on my ankle, and when I looked down, it was a red cannonball, which was blown up to my feet, I picked it up and looked at it, and couldn't help but be surprised, there was still half a fuse on the cannonball. I stepped on the debris of the artillery battle everywhere, searched for it on the ground, and after a while, I found three artillery battles with interception fuses, and more than a dozen "stinky guns" without fuses and **, we call this kind of artillery battles "absolute trust". I took a closer look at these "negotiators" and found that they were all because the fuse was so tight at the entrance that the ignition was stopped at the entrance and then extinguished, so that the gunpowder inside was not detonated. It occurred to me that if I poked the fuse a little wider with a needle and then inserted the fuse, wouldn't it be a good cannonball? Thinking of this, I was very excited, and felt that countless artillery battles were beckoning to me, so I enthusiastically searched for it on the nearby ground.
By the time my mother returned, I had already picked up more than 50 "disbelief". I begged my mother to buy me a handful of "poofs," because it only cost five cents, and she readily agreed. Each "poof" is ten sticks, and the thickness is about the same as that of a fuse on a cannonball, except that there is less gunpowder in it and burns more slowly. When I got home, I used scissors to cut the "poofs" into fuses in sections, each of which could be cut into ten. Then, I used the awl of my shoes to pierce a small hole in the mouth of the letters of the "Absolute Believers", and then used the awl to poke a small section of the "Po La Xin" into it, and a good artillery battle was created.
It took me about half an afternoon to transform all the more than 50 "Absolute Believers" into artillery battles.
I impatiently lit a stick of incense, and then went outside the courtyard and placed a yellow cannon of my own transformation on the millstone in front of the door. I carefully lit its fuse with incense and slowly stepped aside. The fuse burned slowly, making a "puff-la-la-la" micro-popping sound, and its faint fire spread forward little by little, getting closer and closer to the entrance of the fuse, and my heart suddenly pounded, as if waiting for some great verdict. The slight fire finally penetrated into the mouth of the fuse, and I subconsciously covered my ears, and at the same time, there was a bang, and the strong smell of gunpowder rushed towards me, and I jumped in surprise!
On the same day, I unveiled my major "invention" to the whole family, but I didn't get the response I expected. Mother said, you will go to school next year, take care of yourself, don't just think about playing!
I was not reconciled, so I ran out into the street and showed off to a few friends who were setting off artillery together, and they all said that I was bragging, and no one believed me. I'm going to show them one right away.
Under the gaze of a pair of small round eyes, I placed a green cannonball on the ground and lit its fuse with incense. I took a few steps back and looked at my "masterpiece" with confidence. A moment later, the cannon suddenly made a "snort" sound, and a flash of fire erupted at the entrance of the fuse, and then it flew off the ground, and after a few circles more than 20 centimeters above the ground, it fell to the ground, igniting a wisp of black smoke. The friends laughed "coaxingly", and one of them said, "So you are a fart bug", they laughed loudly at my "masterpiece" with all kinds of ugly words, and then scattered.
I set off all the artillery battles I had reformed in one go, more than fifty of them, only two of them were "fart bugs", and the rest were very loud. It's a pity that no one saw it. I stood in the smoke of gunpowder for a long time, excited and disappointed.
The next morning, I had breakfast and set out on the way to the county seat.
From my house to the bottom of the bridge, there were only three Huali, and I was seven years old, and I ran away and arrived in less than half an hour.
The firecracker market has come alive. I was ready, holding a large plastic bag in my left hand, and when I heard the ** cannon fight, I ran to ** to pick up the "Absolute Believers" on the ground. At first, I was calm, thinking that I was the only one in the world who knew this secret, but later I found out that there were five or six children who were also picking up plastic bags.
We started scrambling. As soon as the artillery battle was set off at each stall, we flocked to the stall and squatted on the ground to look for it. Because our minds are all on the ground, we often bump into other people's legs or block others' paths, and it is even more common to be scolded or kicked twice, but we children don't have time to care about these things, we don't raise our heads, and we don't even know what the person who beats and scolds us looks like.
When it was almost noon, a landslide was heard, and the ground shook a little, which startled me a lot, and when I looked up, there was a cannon battle not far away, good fellow, that artillery battle was very large, as thick as an adult's thumb. I and a few other children rushed around. I think that if I can pick up a few of these "absolute believers", go back and load the letters, and put them in front of my friends, how relieving, they will definitely not have such a loud artillery battle. As soon as the artillery stopped, we pounced at the same time. On the ground in front of me, there were exactly two "absolute believers" who did not have **, I quickly put the nearest one into a plastic bag, and then grabbed the other one in my hand, suddenly, a bang, my ears hurt, and then there was a "buzzing" sound around. The children straightened up and looked at me in surprise. The people around me who bought guns also looked at me in amazement. When I saw my black hand, I realized a little, the "absolute letter" I just picked up was in my hand**, it is not the real "absolute letter", but the letter burned a little slower. I smelled a strong smell of gunpowder, shook my hand, and felt numb, without a trace of pain.
A child cautiously approached me and asked, "Aren't you in pain?"
I smiled and said, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all.
Immediately, I saw a wisp of blood oozing out of my palm, forming a line of blood, which grew thicker and thicker, like a fat-eating bloodworm, crawling down my palm. At the same time, a heart-piercing pain hit, I gritted my teeth, and finally couldn't hold back, and cried "wow".
I cried as I walked out of the crowd, across the bridge over the Tuqiao River, and along the embankment on the west bank to my home. At first, my hand kept dripping blood. Halfway through, I turned around once when I heard the bell of my bicycle and saw a five-cent coin of blood on the road behind me every few meters, and I was so frightened that I subconsciously quickened my pace.
My mother was very surprised to see me, and quickly took me to the house of the village "barefoot doctor", cleaned my wounds, applied medicine, and wrapped a thick circle of gauze.
Later, listening to my mother, my palm exploded and opened a three or four centimeter long wound, the wound was very deep, and there was too much blood on the road.
On that day, I picked up more than 200 "Absolute Believers", but I was not able to transform them into artillery battles. By the time the wound on my hand was healed, it was already out of the New Year, and I was far away early, and the artillery battle at this time lost its charm and meaning. It was from that year onwards that my interest in artillery gradually faded.