The village king was walking alone on the mountain road at night, and he couldn't help but recall the scene when he entered the mountain when he was seventeen years old. The village king was not a villager, and his family lived on the open plains at the foot of the mountain. Before entering the mountain, the village king had heard of "Mountain Road Eighteen"
"I turned around and cried when I saw the house."
That day, Zheng Shuang, the king of the village, set out early in the morning and walked until half past noon when he vaguely saw a wooden house in the mountains. Unexpectedly, after turning a small corner, the wooden house disappeared from sight again. Tired and hot, he stood under the big tree beside the mountain road.
There was a smooth stone, and Zheng Shuang simply sat down and rested his feet.
As soon as Zheng Shuang sat down, a man's singing voice floated in the wind: "Oh yo oops, yo yo oops, yo yo oops, yo yo oops, yo yo oops, yo yo oops" and looked in the direction where the song was coming.
I went there, but there was no sign of anyone.
At this time, a woman's crisp singing voice floated from another direction, "Put your right hand to your mouth and you can shout out the sun."
Zheng Shuang looked in the direction of the female voice, but there was still no sign of her. He simply squinted his eyes and listened to the duet: (Male) Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. He held up his left hand.
Carrying a basket can carry Yaoshan. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. (Female) is full of love in her heart, and her eyes are full of expectation. Ah, the elder brother of the Yao family is in single row,
Quietly waiting for the folk songs to be thrown over! (Male) Ah, the elder brother of the Yao family is playing solo, quietly waiting for the folk songs from my sister to come... (Female) A slight swing of the flower scarf can bring the colorful clouds over;
(Male) Ouch, yoyo, yoyo, yoyo. (Female) The tinkling of earrings can bring out the Yao water. (Male) Ouch, yoyo, yoyo, yoyo
Hey... (female) ah, the younger sister of the Yao family is sitting in the cottage, quietly waiting for her elder brother to sing...
The song drifted farther and farther away. Zheng Shuang looked at the floating clouds above his head and wondered if his choice was the right one.
Although Zheng Shuang's home is not in the county town, it is still in a flat and fertile countryside.
By chance, he had just graduated from high school and the town was recruiting private teachers.
Zheng Shuang had dug soil, cut crops, and stepped on a threshing machine with his parents at home. He knew the hard work of farming, so he took the private teacher examination. He had just come out of school, and the knowledge had not yet been returned to the teacher.
He didn't want to farm, so he studied hard before the exam, and he did very well in the exam.
During the assessment, the leader asked, the three private teachers recruited this time will all have to teach in the mountains. We are going to send you to work in the most remote Jiubiling Primary School. Are you willing?
Zheng Shuang thought at the time that a pointer was lighter than a plow handle or a hoe handle. So he agreed wholeheartedly.
When school started, the leader asked him if he wanted to send a message to a mountain man while he was going to the market in town so that they could send someone to pick him up on the road. Zheng Shuang was young and energetic, so he said no.
Zheng Shuang thought, it was just a few books and a quilt anyway. Who knew that after going up the mountain road, except for hearing the singing of a man and a woman, he hadn't even met a single person.
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when Zheng Shuang arrived at Jiupunling Primary School. In fact, what kind of school was this? It was just a dilapidated wooden house. If it weren't for the words "Jiupunling Primary School" written on the door frame, no one would know it.
Think of school.
Perhaps it was because of the simplicity of the wooden house or the simplicity of the mountain people here. Not only was there no formality on the door, it was even wide open. Zheng Shuang walked in, put down his luggage, and sat down on a stool.
Finally arrived, Zheng Shuang let out a long breath. At this time, a gentle mountain breeze blew, as cool as a beautiful girl brushing Zheng Shuang's neck with her delicate hands. Zheng Shuang felt so refreshed.
Just after sitting down for a while, a child looked at him and asked: "I saw someone entering our school, are you our teacher?" Zheng Shuang waved to him and said: "I am the teacher who has just been transferred. Come in, I
Let me ask you." But the child turned around and ran away, shouting as he ran, the teacher is here! The teacher has entered the school!
After a while, the mountain people came from their respective homes. Perhaps because the mountain people lived scattered, the people who came were always a few minutes apart. When each of them saw Zheng Shuang, they kept and enthusiastically "complained" about him.
He didn't tell them so that they could go down the mountain to pick him up.
Amid the "complaints", they quickly scrambled to carry Zheng Shuang's simple luggage to the home of the village party secretary who was close to the school. In fact, the village party secretary at that time was also called the village king, and the villagers were used to calling him the village king.
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The village king at that time was surnamed Wang, and everyone affectionately called him the village king. The enthusiasm of the village king and the mountain people made Zheng Shuang's fatigue disappear. The mountain people here are very simple, they use melon baskets to store wine and use firewood to bake it until it is dark.
The translucent bacon was used as a side dish to entertain Zheng Shuang.
At lunch, only Zhaiwang Wang drank a bowl of wine with Zheng Shuang, because everyone had already had lunch. Zhaiwang Wang said that it was hard to walk, and he wanted to drink some wine to sleep. After lunch, Zhaiwang’s wife arranged for Zheng Shuang to
Take a shower and change clothes. The village king said: "Teacher Zheng, you must have a good sleep and rest after taking a bath."
The wife of the village king took Zheng Shuang to the bathhouse. The mountain spring water drawn from the mountain cliff was gurgling. The sound was like beads falling on a jade plate, like rain hitting banana trees, and like the sound of a dulcimer singing in the soft breeze.
ring.
The floor is covered with bamboo blocks, which is extremely clean. To the left of the sink and to the right of the large stove, stands a large barrel about five feet long, three feet wide and three feet high. The barrel is oval-shaped. In the large stove
The fire was very mild, and the water in the bucket was only lukewarm.
The wife of the village king Wang said: "This is the Pang Tong Bath you have heard about. If it is winter, I will burn the fire in the stove and the water in the Pang Tong will be boiling and steaming. It won't be used this summer.
That kind of hot water is very comfortable, so just wash it slowly to wash away your fatigue today." She finished her instructions and exited the bathroom.
Zheng Shuang climbed onto the giant bucket, holding the edge of the bucket with both hands, and rolled forward. He got into the bucket, and warm water flooded his body. Zheng Shuang sat or lay down, bent over or leaned up. He did not expect that bathing in it could be like this.
Do whatever you want. Zheng Shuang washed thoroughly before putting on clean clothes and walking out of the shower room.
As soon as he got out of the bathhouse, the village king forced him to sleep and rest. Although it was a hot summer day, the wooden house was still very cool. Maybe he was really tired, so Zheng Shuang fell asleep after lying down.
The village king thought about his first day in the mountains and couldn't help but sigh: What a simple mountain people! In fact, Zheng Shuang was also very simple at that time.