Behind my house is a large bamboo forest. Bamboo grove, by the mountain and by the water: "by the mountain"-next to the gable behind my house, "by the water! The whole poem is rich in meaning, natural and smooth, life has feelings, rich in connotation and durable! " -The river near the back of my house. It is lush all the year round. Especially in winter, everything is dying, and the bamboo here is getting greener and greener. Bamboo forests are so dazzling in the local area.
It took my father-in-law more than ten years to get this bamboo forest. As the saying goes, feng shui is good and the scenery is beautiful.
Everyone in my hometown knows that this large bamboo forest was transplanted from my old homestead-the legendary "Wenchang Land" many years ago. The back of the old house is spacious and there are many bamboos, but it is saline-alkali land after all, and the bamboos are uneven, giving people a feeling of yellowing. Later, because the town government wanted to adjust the layout and level the field, it was necessary to level the bamboo forest together with my house.
My father was very fond of the bamboo forest, sighed, shook his head and repeatedly said, "Man! People! People! ..... "Really feel wronged for the bamboo forest.
So my father planned a bamboo forest relocation! He hired a helper and spent three days picking out the best bamboo from the original bamboo forest, bringing it here with roots and planting it in the open space behind the house where he lives now, and planting it evenly and deeply.
It may be because of my father's careful cultivation and fertile soil here, or it may be because bamboo is tenacious and vigorous. Just three years after moving here, the bamboo forest has taken on a scale again, and a dense bamboo forest with evergreen seasons is presented to people!
It turns out that the bamboo forest on the old homestead is far from the residential area in the village. People just heard that there are too many busy farmers to visit and enjoy bamboo. Now this bamboo forest has appeared in this residential area, and more people are watching it: Fiona Fang has dozens of miles of land, so there is only one evergreen bamboo forest. I remember once, some scholars came to my bamboo forest. They stopped to comment and wrote poems praising the spirit of bamboo.
But this bamboo forest has brought more trouble-
In spring, when bamboo shoots first appeared, villagers, relatives at home, friends of my father ... a group of people came one after another, saying that they had never eaten fresh bamboo shoots and took some home to fry. Of course, it's hard to say no. The most real thing is that my father's "hardcore" has come, and the designated menu must include "fried pork with bamboo shoots" and "egg soup with bamboo shoots". Many times, I still drink a little wine. When I am full, I wipe my mouth: "It tastes fresh and good. Come back next year! " Then dig more and take it home for your family to taste!
Spring ploughing began, and the neighbor came: "Old captain (my father has been the captain of the production team for more than ten years), the handle of my hoe is broken, so I cut old bamboo to make the handle of my hoe!" "Old captain, my rake handle is broken ..." "Old captain, my harpoon handle is broken ..." Then he jumped on it, made it his home, cut it with an axe, and left. When no one is at home, don't say hello, just cut it! Every time after that, the old father will lovingly sort out and repair it, and even sigh, "Where are people?" ! People! People! ……"
In summer, a large number of big black-flowered mosquitoes gather in bamboo forests, which brings troubles to family life: when walking outside, no matter day or night, big black-flowered mosquitoes always bite the bare arms and legs of their families, and even put their beaks through thin clothes and suck the blood from human flesh. Any place bitten by mosquitoes is extremely itchy, and scratching alone is not enough! Bright skin is invaded by "special" mosquitoes flying out of the bamboo forest, red, swollen, broken and scabbed, one after another, every summer.
In summer, the neighbor came again: "I heard that bamboo leaf herbal tea smells very fragrant, so it can eliminate fire and poison." I'll pull some bamboo leaves and come back to make tea! "Seeing that the bamboo leaves in the low-lying areas were torn off, the old father was very angry and embarrassed to attack. Finally, he looked at the backs of his neighbors and even sighed: "People! People! People! ……"
In autumn, new bamboo grows, and old bamboo needs to be cut off occasionally. So "good people" introduced the bamboo pickers. My old father has never experienced such a thing. At first, he planted bamboo for a prosperous family. Why did he think that "Zhu Jian" could sell bamboo to bamboo pickers every year to make money? So I asked "good people" and the bamboo mixer to "help" the bamboo. Not only confiscated a penny, but also ate delicious food and entertained others, thanking them for helping to tidy up the bamboo forest! Sorry, the bamboo mixer cut off the bamboo he needed to weave bamboo utensils. After leaving home, I gave the "good-hearted man" a reward fee and went back happily!
In autumn and winter, a large number of all kinds of birds live in my bamboo forest to avoid the cold in winter. My old father likes it very much. He comes to the bamboo forest every morning and grins when he hears the birds chirping.
My father used his spare time to observe in the bamboo forest for more than a month, and finally figured out: how many kinds of birds live here, how many kinds of birds are there, and which are beneficial birds.
With more and more wintering birds gathering, disaster is coming!
It was past eleven o'clock that night. As usual, my father watched the TV programs of the city TV station and studied the book "Birds in Jianghuai" bought from Xinhua Bookstore. Just falling asleep, I suddenly heard something in the bamboo forest behind the house, so I got up quickly. When going out, he used to fuck the "one-handed stick" behind the door.
"Who are you? What are you doing? "
"ah! I just want to talk to you. I'm afraid I'll surprise you. You just came out! "
Father lit the flashlight and saw that it was a famous "bad guy" in the town. There are five or six of them, all standing beside the bamboo forest. Father knows that these people are local fugitives, and he can't help but feel excited.
"What's the matter? Say it in the house! " Father calmly took them to the kitchen.
"We want to set up a net in your bamboo forest and get some wild birds to taste." The leading "rascal" is Zhang Da, and he made a direct request.
"How dare you?" Father raised a "one-handed stick".
These people don't know where the gambling is over, so they come to my house. That Zhang seems to be the first time to see an old man who dares to work hard. If he doesn't want to, he can't help shivering. For a long time, these people have been bullying in the village. Where have you seen such an ignorant old man? Five or six people are waving their bird catching tools.
Although my father is in his own territory, he knows that these people are not easy to provoke after all, and he also knows the truth that "good people don't eat immediate losses." If he doesn't give in now, there will be consequences. Yeah, what's the point of robbers?
"That must meet my requirements." After a long stalemate, my father said sadly with tears in his eyes.
"What requirements?" Boss Zhang asked.
"You can only catch a net, and you must let go of the beneficial bird I identified in it!" Father, hold the line!
Zhang looked blankly and looked back at his partner. How does he know what a beneficial bird is?
Father then put forward: "release the beneficial bird I appointed, and I will provide you with cooking utensils, spices and delicious paste!" " "
They are worried about catching birds and have no place to cook. I heard that there are good wines. Zhang immediately beamed: "Deal!"
Those five or six people are all "veterans" of the net. In a short time, a large net was quietly set up at the top of the bamboo forest, much higher than the roof! Knocked dozens of times on the steel basin, and the net was closed at once. Almost all the birds that spent the night in the bamboo forest fell into the net.
Father was stunned when the net fell to the ground. I didn't expect these rascals to have such good skills. Dozens of pounds of birds, nearly a thousand! The old father said sadly, "Sin! You can't get hurt like this! That's a thousand lives! "
These people ignored their father, who clearly saw the greedy green light in their eyes. They may have never caught so many birds once in their lives! They don't know it's all because of this bamboo forest!
Seeing so many birds, the rogues danced and shouted excitedly.
Father pleaded, "You've eaten enough tonight! I'll give you some more dishes. Enough wine! Good birds must be released! Otherwise, I will fight with you! " After that, I resolutely raised the "stick" again, and my eyes crackled!
The five or six men looked impatient when they saw that it was getting late. "All right, all right! You should choose what to put! Hurry up! "
Lighting the lamp, at the net mouth, my father recognized them one by one: "Good birds, let them go!" " ""Good bird, set free! " "Good bird, release!" "Good bird, release! "... those birds that have not been released will be skinned, disemboweled, eviscerated, cleaned and cooked immediately by these people. ...
My dad probably left them seven or eight pounds of birds, and the rest were released. My father asked them to release all the beneficial birds, whether they knew it or not! The ruffian who can catch birds straight is shaking his distressed hands. He often asks, "Should this be put?"
Stir-fry, stir-fry, and cook, and those five or six rascals will soon eat them. ...
Five or six ruffians were full of wine and food, singing birds and flowers, and were drunk when they left. The leading rogue patted my old father on the shoulder: "that's enough ... that's interesting!" You put ... don't worry, this ... this is the first time and the last time ... "and left with satisfaction!
Look at the bird hair, skin and viscera on the ground, and the bird bones they spit out to eat! Father's teeth itch with anger and he wants to cry without tears!
When my father cleaned the "battlefield" and buried the "remains" of birds, it was already dawn!
After the old father sighed, he quietly came to the bamboo forest behind the house. When he heard the bird he released, he was still singing happily in the bamboo forest. He crossed his hands on his chest and muttered to himself. ...
It's already dawn, standing in the ground in front of the main hall, staring at the bamboo shoots behind the house, which are so much higher than the roof. My father was pleased to see that bamboo was getting greener in the morning light, and gave an infinite sigh: this tenacious bamboo has really become more and more lush after repeated injuries!
After a long time, he shook his head, took a deep breath, spit it out, and sighed: "Man! People! People! ……"