The stars in the sky don't speak, the babies on the ground miss their mother, the eyes in the sky blink, the mother's heart...
"Hey, hey, hey..." As usual, the loudspeaker broadcast in the village was accompanied by music, and Ling Yun's voice was also accompanied.
"I think of my mother's words every night...New entertainment broadcast, I know the gossip. Welcome to listen to the latest celebrity news brought to you by Ling Yun."
Ling Yun chewed a lump in his mouth, held a kettle in his right hand to pour water, and pressed the corner of his mouth with his left hand to start his task today.
"Don't miss it if you pass by, um. Speaking of which, Ah Hua, the mainstay of the Mayday Ballroom in Zhenbei, everyone's impression of her must be that..."
Ling Yun hesitated for a moment, took a slow sip from the glass of water, swallowed the lump of dough stuck in his throat, and calmly said with a half-smile: "Coquettish, enchanting."
As soon as he finished speaking, the elders and aunties in the village burst into laughter.
"But according to the paparazzi's revelations from Grandma Liu, she has decided not to be in charge of Mayday anymore and has made up her mind to marry Boss Liu of the cement factory. Don't you think this is very evil?"
The crowd burst into laughter again, especially Aunt Zhou, who was missing a front tooth, and laughed heartily.
"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun."
Suddenly, there was a rush of sound, and Ling Yun looked through the lace window and saw an aunt banging on the window anxiously. Then she saw that the door was open and hurriedly ran in.
"What's the matter? Aunt Zhao." Seeing the visitor, Ling Yun looked at the panting Aunt Zhao curiously and asked.
"My...our sheep...the sheep is lost." Aunt Zhao was out of breath and gesticulating hurriedly.
"The sheep is lost?"
"The sheep is lost, Xiaoyun, please, please help me find it."
Faced with Ling Yun's question, she was anxious and angry, grabbing the clothes off Ling Yun's shoulders. Not allowing him to hesitate for a moment, Ling Yun had no choice but to nod in agreement and quickly said through the loudspeaker: "Okay, okay, emergency report, emergency report
, Aunt Zhao’s sheep was lost..."
"Ram or ewe?" Ling Yun suddenly turned around and looked at Aunt Zhao.
"female."
"ewe."
"Thrown it there?"
Aunt Zhao impatiently pushed Ling Yun away, quickly grabbed the speaker, and gasped under Ling Yun's gaze.
"The female has a flower on her butt, a black forehead, and a split tail. She has given birth to three babies. She has done something wrong. She is tied up at the head of the field. Is the one with no eyesight the wrong one?"
The more she spoke, the angrier she became, and angrily she yelled into the loudspeaker: "Are you a bad thief who harms others?"
As soon as Aunt Zhao finished speaking, Ling Yun, who was leaning back with his arms folded, suddenly saw the speaker connected to the speaker emitting shining starlight, and a puff of smoke immediately formed in the air.
Ling Yun took a deep breath and sighed in his heart that Aunt Zhao's loud voice was comparable to the charterer's lion's roar in kung fu.
"It's smoking? Is it still useful?" Seeing the smoke coming from the announcer, Aunt Zhao forgot her anger for a moment and looked at Ling Yun at a loss.
Ling Yun looked at the confused Aunt Zhao and spread her hands helplessly: "What do you think?"
"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, help me, the sheep is really lost, it's not a joke...ah...ah..."
Hearing Ling Yun's answer, Aunt Zhao reacted immediately. Knowing that the radio was not working, she couldn't help but grab Ling Yun's hand and burst into tears. The loud noise made Ling Yun feel dizzy.
"I know, I know, look for it." Seeing this situation while sitting on the stool, his body couldn't help but jump back.
Feeling helpless, he paused, then took off the loudspeaker, walked out of the broadcast room and shouted into the loudspeaker: "Hey, hey, folks, please mobilize urgently, Aunt Zhao's sheep has been lost."
"Is there any reward? Aunt Zhao." Ling Yun turned around after thinking for a while and asked.
"The reward is nothing." Aunt Zhao blurted out.
"Aunt Zhao said rewards are nonsense." Hahahaha, another burst of laughter rang out from the crowd.
Ling Yun is from Ping'an Village, Ping'an Town. His parents died when he was young, and he was raised by his grandmother.
So as soon as Ling Yun finished college, he participated in the selection process and voluntarily applied to be transferred to Pingan Village to be a village party secretary, so that he could have more time to spend time with his grandmother who had worked hard to raise him to adulthood.
Most of the young people in the village have gone out to work. All year round, the village is guarded by a group of left-behind children and the elderly. Planting some land at home can only basically solve the food problem for the elderly and children.
There is no labor force, a large amount of land is deserted, and the income of the elderly in the village is even further reduced. Except for working to bring some money back to the family, the elderly and children who stay at home basically have no source of income.
Before Ling Yun graduated, he also thought about taking his grandma to the city, but his grandma was very reluctant to leave the village. Ling Yun did not insist, and there was no follow-up.
After returning to the village, grandma often held his hand and complained that she was dragging him down. Otherwise, as a college student, he would definitely have accomplished something outside when he walked out of the mountains, but he never thought that she would stay in the mountains again.
When grandma passed away, she told Ling Yun in every possible way, telling him to leave Dashan Valley and come back every year during the Qingming Festival to pay homage to his ancestors.
Ping'an Village is an ordinary small village. There is usually nothing going on in the village, so Ling Yun often tells jokes to the aunts and uncles on the radio.
This can add some color to their lives and make their otherwise monotonous life a little fun.
People in the village also know that Ling Yun likes to tell interesting stories to make them happy, so they often joke with him no matter what.
Today, Aunt Zhang's chickens disappeared and she came to Ling Yun Radio. The day before yesterday, Uncle Yang's goose disappeared and he came to Ling Yun again... In the end, the chickens, ducks and geese came back by themselves at night.
happy.
Ling Yun once heard a classmate who worked in the hall say that college village officials who have worked hard at the grassroots level for three years have a good chance of being promoted. However, Ling Yun didn't take it too seriously. In this world, being rich lasts a lifetime, and being poor lasts a lifetime.
, it’s not a bad idea to stay here.
After returning to the village for three years, because the labor force in the village is really insufficient, the old, weak, sick and disabled, the land is not suitable for farming. The back mountain is a mountain. As the saying goes, if you rely on the sea, you will eat the sea, and if you rely on the mountains, you will eat the mountains.
Ling Yun suggested that after farming, if they have enough money, they can buy some cattle and sheep and take them to the mountains to herd. They should work diligently and take care of them throughout the year, so that they can earn some money to subsidize their families and add some extra income.
With Ling Yun's suggestion, almost every household in the village has a few cows and sheep kept in captivity. The elderly usually watch them, and when the children are on vacation, they are watched by groups of children. There has never been an accident of losing them.
This time Aunt Zhao lost a ewe and several lambs. You can imagine her mood at this time. If the sheep were really lost, it would be no small matter in the village. Ling Yun thought about it carefully and quickly comforted Aunt Zhao.
It had just rained in the sky, and the clouds seemed to be covered with dust. The clouds were drooping in the sky, and the whole sky was depressed.
"Seeing that it's getting dark, I went to the village chief to call on everyone to help me go up the mountain to look for it. Otherwise, it would be even harder to find it when it gets dark."
When Aunt Zhao heard that she was going to find the village chief, her face turned even darker, and she said bitterly: "Xiaoyun, it's not like you don't know the village chief. I'm afraid... there won't be any benefit and you won't be willing to help."
So much so that after he returned to the village, all the usual trivial matters in the village came to him.
Having said that, the village chief was quite kind to Ling Yun. I don't know if it was because of his grandmother's face or because he was helpless, orphaned and widowed.
Every time he asked for help, he always smiled and never shied away, so he was still a significant person in Ling Yun's heart. After going to college, I saved some money, and I would bring him some cigarettes from the city when I came back during the holidays.
"It's okay. I'll borrow some people from the village chief later. You go home first, otherwise your kid will cause trouble if he doesn't see you after school."
Ling Yun took matters into his own hands, rubbed his eyes tiredly, put on the glasses hanging on his chest, turned two corners eastward and arrived at the village chief's house.
The village chief narrowed his eyes slightly, as if unintentionally, but he looked deeply convinced. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he did not speak.
"Old Mrs. Zhao lost her sheep. If she doesn't come, she will instigate others." Finally, Bajibaji spoke slowly after swallowing a sip of herbal tea, but she brought the topic to the other side.
Ling Yun quickly laughed and said: "Her kid is about to get out of school. If he can't see anyone, he should start messing around again."
There was a reason why Ling Yun didn't let Aunt Zhao be the victim. If he hadn't come forward to ask for help in this matter, I'm afraid the village chief would have had to kill her again.
Hearing this, the village chief looked at him intently. Although his expression was not good, he still nodded stiffly.
This matter was placed on him, and of course he had to take the lead. Ling Yun did not refuse. He took off his glasses and pinched the loose temples with his fingers to make sure that the glasses were strong enough, and then brought someone with him.
Go up the mountain.
We didn't dare to look too far, so we just wandered around the big mountain where the guys often graze sheep. There were many ravines on the mountain, some of which were straight up and down, and there were also some pits and holes in the ground, so be careful.
In October, it gets dark neither too late nor too early. After searching for a while, the sky gradually darkened. Ling Yun's mood became heavier and heavier, thinking that he might not be able to find Aunt Zhao's sheep.
Logically speaking, there cannot be any sheep thieves within a few miles. After all, the folk customs in the village are fierce, and stealing things in the village is a big taboo here. No one dares to disturb Tai Sui.
A few years ago, someone stole a calf in a neighboring village. He was caught on the way and beaten half to death. He refused to stop until his intestines were punched out. Since then, I have never heard of anyone missing a calf in or outside this village.
What.
Suddenly, the rain that had just stopped for a while started falling again, and soon it became heavier.
Suddenly, there seemed to be lightning passing by. Taking advantage of the flashing clouds, I could vaguely see a few spots of white not far away, and I couldn't help but feel happy.
As soon as he took two small steps in that direction, Ling Yun felt that his feet were empty. He accidentally lost his center of gravity, and then he felt that the world was spinning even more.
In his ears, he vaguely heard someone yelling, "Ling Yun fell into a dark ravine" or something, and he seemed to see grandma in front of him with her back to him.
He struggled to move forward, but found that he could not move. He wanted to shout, but found that he could not shout.
Ling Yun found that the world around him was pitch black, and his consciousness was struggling on the edge of losing it. He couldn't help but be shocked.
He began to pinch his arms constantly, trying to keep himself awake, but no matter how hard he struggled, his consciousness began to gradually weaken, and then he became confused and completely lost consciousness.