When we arrived at Taisuiling, we could still hear the sound of Zhang Yuan's family playing pipes and beatings. The sound of funeral cannons also echoed in the valley of Taisuiling from time to time.
"Oh, it's a pity that I can't go see the fun." Zhang Wenxing sighed.
"What's such a pity? It's not like I haven't seen it. Besides, I went to see it last night, and they said that Zhang Shuben was going to be buried, and we couldn't avoid it for a 5-year-old man!" Zhang Shanhai said.
"I heard that teachers have been beaten to death. Why don't we criticize and fight here? That teacher Ren beat me up last semester. If the criticism is better, I will definitely beat him back." Zhang Wenxing
sighed.
"If you dare to beat Teacher Ren, your father will beat you half to death. Don't you see that the last time he beat you, when he got to your house, your father killed your old hen? Does that mean the teacher beat you well?
Here!" Zhang Shanhai said.
Zhang Bo nodded, "It's great to be a teacher. You can beat people up and eat old hens."
"My mother never beats up anyone," Zhang Shanhai said.
"That's right, Teacher He is the best teacher in the village primary school." Zhang Bo said.
"Cuckoo!"
I don't know which one it is, but my stomach makes a growling sound.
Unexpectedly, this was like lighting a fuse, and all the little kids' stomachs began to growl.
"Oh, I stayed late last night, and yesterday's lunch was already digested. I'm so hungry!" Zhang Bo said.
In rural areas at this time, the average family only had two meals a day, and they had to eat breakfast after working all morning. The little kids all came out with empty stomachs. After tossing around in the mountains for a while, their stomachs were naturally empty.
"It's almost frost, so the persimmons should be ripe, right?" Zhang Shanhai looked around and said.
"Well, it must be cooked." Zhang Bo said.
"Then go pick some to fill your stomach. Leave two to look after the cows, and the rest will go pick persimmons. Well, there are also chestnuts, which should be edible by this time. Damn, they just have too many thorns.
Yes." Zhang Shanhai said.
Zhang Shanhai vaguely became the leader among the children. Since Zhang Shanhai was in the limelight last night, the little kids were very convinced. This was a big deal, so the little kids were also active. Stay
The two reluctant little boys continued to stare at the herd of buffaloes, while the rest of the group ran into the mountains in search of food.
Naturally, Zhang Shanhai would not stay to look at the cows, so he went to the mountains with a group of kids. When he came out in the morning, Zhang Yunyang asked Zhang Shanhai to cut the grass with a bamboo basket on his back, which was perfect for loading things.
There are many persimmon trees in the mountains, and they are covered with bright red persimmons. From a distance, it looks like a tree full of flowers. But this wild persimmon looks beautiful, and even turns red on the tree, which is similar to the production.
The persimmon trees in Zhang Zhishe's yard are a little different. The persimmons produced by the production team must be picked and placed in millet for a period of time before they slowly soften. The color is still slightly yellow, not
The persimmons in the mountains are so red. But although the persimmons in the mountains are beautiful, they always taste astringent. Although the persimmons from the production team don't look very good, they taste very good.
There is no child in the countryside who cannot climb a tree. Several children climbed up the tree with little effort and began to pick the persimmons on the tree. However, they did not have the patience to pick them one by one.
Break off the branches.
Zhang Shanhai broke off a branch with more than a dozen persimmons hanging on it. He did not throw the branch down in a hurry. Instead, he pinched the persimmons on it.
"Well, it's not bad. There are a few soft ones on it." Zhang Shanhai said with a smile. The soft ones mean it has begun to mature, and the taste should be sweet.
"What do you mean? Look at my branches, all of them are bright red. I just pinched them and they are all ripe." Zhang Bo said proudly.
Zhang Shanhai didn't reply. He was really hungry, "Damn Zhang Daneng, you're so damn stingy. I offered sacrifices to their family, but they didn't even ask me to eat dinner."
"Who told you to be late in offering sacrifices? Master Zhang would have already had dinner at that time. If you had offered sacrifices to their family early, Master Zhang would have called you during dinner," Zhang Bo said.
"Yeah. That's right. I was stupid. At that time, there were fruits on Master Zhang's table. I forgot to grab some." Zhang Shanhai said.
There are two types of persimmons in the mountains. One is red, which is hard. The other is cyan, which is oily on top. When it gets a little more mature, it becomes soft. People in Zhangjiashan call the red ones wild.
Persimmons, the green ones are called oil persimmons.
Zhang Wenxing climbed a persimmon tree alone and said, "Hey, come here quickly. This persimmon is already ripe and has a little sweetness."
Zhang Shanhai randomly broke off a few branches near the top, threw them to the ground, and quickly went down.
"Shanhai, please take it easy, don't cut your little pussy." Zhang Bo couldn't climb the tree as fast as Zhang Shanhai. Seeing Zhang Shanhai going down quickly, he shouted quickly.
While talking, Zhang Shanhai had already reached the ground.
"Wen Xing, can you throw a bunch down for me to try?" Zhang Shanhai just ate a few red wild persimmons. Although the persimmons were almost ripe, the wild persimmons in this mountain are still bitter even if they are ripe.
Zhang Shanhai had only eaten a few, but it was already so bitter that his tongue could not move.
Zhang Wenxing quickly broke off a branch from the tree and threw it in front of Zhang Shanhai. Fortunately, Zhang Shanhai retreated quickly and was not hit by the persimmons. However, several overripe persimmons hit the ground and became
Got to be pulpy.
"You bitch Zhang Wenxing. Don't you know how to be gentler?" Zhang Shanhai complained.
"It's so high, come on and try a lighter one." Zhang Wenxing didn't know the story about an apple hitting his head, otherwise he could use scientific theories to fight back against Zhang Shanhai.
Zhang Shanhai didn't have time to argue with Zhang Wenxing. After eating the persimmons, he didn't feel very full. It was completely digested in a short time. Zhang Shanhai picked out a few ripe ones, peeled off the skins and ate them.
Get up. Although the oily persimmon is not as sweet as the red persimmon, it is not astringent at all.
Chestnuts are not as easy to handle as persimmons, and are full of thorns. Zhang Bo bravely climbed up the tree and broke off a branch of chestnut, then tied it with a thorn stick and dragged it into the valley.
Although the two people watching the cows were a little unhappy, their resentment disappeared completely when they saw that their companions had brought back such rich fruits.
In the distance, there was the sound of cannons and firecrackers, and occasionally the sound of suona could be heard. A few kids looked into the distance and saw that many people wearing sackcloth had arrived at the cemetery.
"Look, it's buried, it's buried. Alas, it's time to recite the sutras. If I could get a handful of peanuts and melon seeds there, it's a pity!" Zhang Bo has some relatives with Zhang Yuan's family, so they should be able to wear them if they go there.
The ones covered with linen. He felt a little pity for the handful of tea leaves and rice that the Yin Master would throw into each person's pocket during the sutra recital. There would be some melon seeds and peanuts mixed in. If you were lucky, there might even be one or two candies.
Several children ran quickly towards the hillside and looked at the mountainside in the distance, where a group of people wearing sackcloth and mourning were surrounding them. The smoke from firecrackers filled the mountain.
The time to herd cows in the morning is not very long, because some of the cowherd boys still have to go to school. Zhang Shanhai does not need to go to school, he is only 5 years old. In rural areas, the age is false. In fact, Zhang Shanhai is only more than four years old.
You can't go to preschool until you are six years old, and you can go to first grade at the age of seven. Before Zhang Shanhai went to school, he always thought that school was a paradise. He would wear crotchless pants to school when he had nothing to do. Sometimes he would be tricked by that bitch Ren Qingli into learning literacy in the classroom. Of course.
At that time, Ren Qingli was not a bitch, but at that time he was still the kind Teacher Ren.
Teacher Ren is a college student, which is rare in Qiaoshan County. I don’t know how the Caiyun Brigade came. In Zhangjiashan, anyone with a high school diploma must be considered an intellectual.
Several little kids stood on the hillside and watched for a while, their faces full of regret.
"What a fart. I went back late. I will be late for school." Zhang Zeng is the oldest of several children and is now in the first grade.
"I'm so scared. If I'm late, the teacher won't dare do anything," Zhang Bo said.
"Don't you dare do anything? You didn't know that bitch Ren Qingli would beat someone directly? Teacher Ren was ruthless. He would always pull the ears, fold them in half, and then twist them in a circle. That day, Zhang Ye's ears were all given to that bitch.
The blood was drawn out," Zhang Zeng said.
"That's true." Zhang Shanhai agreed after thinking about it. What a fool, even if he is not his student, he would do it. But then I thought about it, Teacher Ren loves to tell stories, and the story is really nice. This is what Zhang Shanhai went to the village primary school to do.
main driving force.
Speaking of going back, Zhang Shanhai remembered that the bamboo basket he brought out to cut the grass was still empty, but he was not very worried. The cow was not his own anyway. Even if he went back without cutting the grass, I would not
Really beat myself up.
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