Winter in Yangzhuang.
Text: Yang Xumiao.
The snow fell for two whole days. First, millet grains rustled on the ground, slippery and thin. Subsequently, the light snow slowly turned into a large area, like a goddess scattering flowers all over the mountains and fields without sleeping. The ground, rooftops, trees, mountains, and rivers are covered in silver, and the white snow covers the entire Yangzhuang. Yangzhuang is very small, and on the county-level map, there are only soybean-sized plates. The total population of the village is a little more than 300, except for those who work and study all year round, the remaining 100 are basically nested at home, dormant like winter insects. The custom of moving for three seasons and resting for one season left by ancestors has been passed down to this day. The way of activities of Woju is only to change the former women with insoles, play poker and chess with men, and turn them into today's live broadcasts, Douyin, and shooting. The power of Douyin is really powerful! Beautiful face, lip-synching, these busy villagers who are not easy to relax in the soil to beg for food ** is too strong! Men and men open their mobile phones to find props, and they live a cool and crooked star addiction. Those who failed to show their ambitions in real life or the dream of a rich woman did not realize their disappointment, plunged into the domineering president drama and fulfilled their dreams. Lao Gen'er closed his eyes lightly and leaned on the radiator in the bedroom, and he was warm for a while, which is called a comfortable! How can you say that gas heating is good? It is clean and hygienic and worry-free, and the temperature is also fast. To be honest, it's either not able to keep warm, or it's like a money burner. Who is willing to spend so much white money, and can't earn 10,000 yuan a year, and the whole family eats and drinks Lazar. Anyway, Lao Gen'er was reluctant, and always secretly lowered the temperature while his wife was away.
The wife took the big shovel and said to go out to shovel the road, but Lao Gen'er didn't open his eyes, but just hummed in his throat. What idea she has, Lao Gen'er is too lazy to pay attention to. has lived in a quilt for thirty years, and only one eye knows what kind of tail she pouts and what kind of. Play cards, just play cards, and find a grand reason! The snow is still falling, Lao Gen'er walked into the wheat field in the back mountain in a daze, the terraced fields layer by layer are like a guard of honor waiting for review, and the golden ears of wheat are full of vitality in unison with the sky. A gust of wind blows through the wheat waves, and the plump wheat grains emit bursts of fragrance. The young self and his wife, who wore two big braids, bent over with a sickle and brushed the wheat. The old mother who delivered the food stood on the ground with a thermos and a lunch box, shouting over and over again. Robbing autumn and summer, neither husband and wife would straighten up and put down the sickle. The face is rendered in the ancient paulownia color of the sun, wheat grains, and earth, and the sweat beads are full of the smell of harvest. The threshing machine stopped at the head of her house, and his beautiful and sunny wife kept throwing bales of wheat into the machine, and the fragrant wheat grains flowed into the washed fertilizer bags. The children played in the high straw piles, enjoying the soft and comfortable time. Lao Gen'er smirked. Dead ghost thing! Everyone is sweeping the roads in the village, so it's good for you. Gatundun slept against the wall! A lion's roar woke Lao Gen'er up. Lao Gen'er was excited, and the chubby wife stood in front of her with her hands pinched at her waist. Lao Gen'er reached out and rubbed his neck, oh, the snow has stopped? I muttered to myself: This winter, the third layer of Maigai will be slept with steamed buns on pillows in the coming year!
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About the AuthorYang Xumiao, pen name Caotian, is the eldest son of Shanxi. A clumsy pen, the book I see and write what I think, and some words can be found in paper or micro-magazines.