A shallow ditch crosses the hamlet. On both sides of the ditch, from south to north, there are seven or eight houses scattered with mud and embryos.
The terrain in the west of the ditch is slightly higher, and the east of the ditch is relatively flat. At that time, the Yan family in Gouxi was a family of six. The widowed lady and her son, daughter-in-law, and three children.
On a spring morning, the sun's rays were shining all over the small courtyard of the Yan family, and the widowed old lady who got up early was already calling her son and daughter-in-law to get up.
The daughter-in-law is greedy for sleep, she doesn't sleep enough every day, and the morning is when she sleeps sweetly. The widowed old lady called his son and daughter-in-law to get up one after another, which annoyed the daughter-in-law.
The old lady has been diligent and thrifty for most of her life, and when she looks at the sun rising so high, although there is no important farm work, she likes to watch the lively scene of the house early in the morning.
The son and daughter-in-law finally got up, freshened up, and went their own way.
The children also got up in a panic, and after a simple breakfast in a hurry, the eldest girl and the second girl ran out of the house with a thick benzene schoolbag on their backs.
The eldest girl of the Yan family is in the third grade, the second girl is in the first grade, and the younger brother is only three years old. At that time, there was no talk of human traffickers, and children, no matter how big or small, went to and from school on their own, and no one ever picked them up.
The homework left by the teachers was completed in the last self-study class.
It was a long time after school until dark, when they ran around the village and played with their friends, until it was almost dark, when they heard their mother's shouts, they ran home for dinner, sweating profusely.
On weekends, in addition to taking her younger brother, the eldest girl and the second girl also have to go to the ridge to dig the Geba grass, which is clustered one by one, and its thick vines crawl along the ground to all sides. As soon as he plucked its roots, grabbed the roots and tugged at them, there was a gurgling sound, and a large tuft of gaba grass and thick vines were raised. After the shaved kudba grass is dried, it can be used as firewood.
Most of the time they still play, sometimes they run away. Once the eldest girl and her partners ran to Zhao's house in Goudong to play hide and seek, and they didn't hear the voice of their mother's call at all.
The mother found them with her little brother in her arms, and listening to her mother's scolding, the eldest girl said aggrievedly that she didn't hear her mother call her.
The mother was even more angry, holding her little brother in one hand and twisting the flesh on her waist with the other, and twisted her all the way home.
Taking care of her little brother is her main task, and her mother has to go to the fields to do farm work.
The second girl is young, but she has the most ideas. Once she wanted to take her younger brother out to play, and her mother agreed. The second girl put her younger brother on the big grinding plate in the village and let the younger brother watch her dance below. The little brother happily jumped to her rhythm, and as a result, he fell headlong and planted a large green bag on his forehead.
Out of the small courtyard of the Yan family, after crossing the small stone bridge on the ditch, it is a north-south dirt road. On the east side of the dirt road, opposite the Yan family, is a row of more than a dozen warehouses of the production team.
In the middle of a room, there was a large potter's wheel. Master Hou, who makes pottery, always wears a clean blue overalls and tinkers with the mud in it for many years.
Master Hou was forty or fifty years old, tall, with a long face and a pile of sparse hair on his pointed head.
The eldest girl and their friends also often visit the pottery workshop. At that time, Master Hou will start his performance with a smile.
He first picked up a piece of clay, and slammed it on the turning potter's wheel, and then pressed it with both hands, and in a moment the clay changed shape in his hand, and stood tall in the shape of a cylindrical one, and then flattened again into a bowl.
When Master Hou didn't come to work, his friends were eager to try and wanted to take a piece of mud to make pottery, but the machine was always locked. They played with themselves, pinched out the shape of the bowl, and then put their mouths downward, and fell to the ground at once, and with a bang, a big hole exploded in the middle of the bowl. They play games like this, and they don't get tired of it.
In front of the barn is a large and spacious courtyard with a large flat stone in the middle.
Every spring, the production team will invite some gelding egg masters to gelding and gelding the male goats that are beginning to come into heat.
The goats were pulled into the barn yard and lined up in front of the big rock. The gelding's master held a sturdy red brick in his hand and slammed the goat's gall that had been pressed down on the stone, and the male goat let out a long scream, and the egg was broken.
The screams of the goats continued to resound over the small mountain village. People have become accustomed to it, and no one is going to complain about the goats. Maybe there will be a trace of pity in the hearts of the women, and that's all.