Living in the city for a long time, I feel more and more depressed. In high-rise buildings, every family is an independent whole. After work, I went home and closed the door for dinner. There was almost no communication between the neighbors, especially in the commercial housing community. For many years, it was door-to-door and I hardly knew each other. It's really depressing This reminds me of the village where I lived as a child, not to mention going door to door. Even if there are hundreds of people in a village, everyone is familiar with it. Say hello when you meet: Have you eaten? Did you have soup? The local accent makes you feel very kind and comfortable, which is beyond description! Hometown, we are all relatives when we meet. Hometown, folks, a special feeling, constantly involved. Rural folk customs are even more unforgettable, and that scene comes to mind from time to time.

When I was a child, I lived in a small village, with only a few hundred families and a population of six or seven hundred, and it was located in the Far East of the Beijing-Guangzhou Line. According to its location in Henan, it should be regarded as the central part of the eastern Henan plain. Speaking of the eastern Henan plain, it is really a plain. It's hard to see a mound when you walk 100 miles in Ma Pingchuan. This village is about ten miles away from the largest urban county in the eyes of the villagers at that time. But for those years when the traffic was inconvenient in the sixties and seventies, it felt quite far away. The landslide (dialect: walking) takes about two hours to reach the county seat (dialect: about): When you leave the village, take a dirt road, then follow the official road paved with furnace ash and slag (now called country road, then called official road), pass through Du Lang Village, walk through Wuligou, cross the Jill River, and pass through Tangzhuang and Gaozhuang Xiaolizhuang, then you can reach the county seat. Indeed, it is not easy for villagers to go to the county seat. Generally, only public and single people (reading and rolling) can ride rickshaws (villagers called bicycles rickshaws at that time) and often go to the county seat. So that villagers' children shouted when they saw people riding foreign cars on the official road: ride foreign cars, wear watches, don't work, eat a bird.

Villagers seldom go out sometimes, especially to "big cities" like county towns. All year round, they are shovels and forks, facing the loess and facing the sky, working in the fields and dealing with clods. Life is bitter and monotonous. Speaking of weddings and funerals in the village, that is, weddings and funerals, the village is very lively, busy and bustling, as lively as the New Year. However, in a natural village with less than 100 households, how many times can there be such weddings and funerals a year? Most of the time, the villagers basically do it at sunrise and rest at sunset, with little entertainment. Sleeping is a blind touch, and even the oil lamp is not lit.

People in the village have a hard life! The only entertainment place is the rice fields in the village. The rice field is located in the center of the village.

The direction of the village is facing south, and the east, west, north and south are basically equidistant. It is divided into north-south street and east-west street. People in these two places are called Cross Street. There is a big pit pond in the southwest corner of Cross Street. In summer and rainy season, there is a lot of stagnant water in which adults and children are learning to swim, but there is almost no water in other seasons. Next to Dakengtang is a large livestock farm, where all the cattle, horses, mules and donkeys in the village are kept. The livestock yard is very big, and many wooden stakes are planted beside the yard to tie the livestock. In the middle is a large clearing for rolling animals. There is an old pagoda tree near the barn, and its shade accounts for almost one-third of the open space. There are many Xiao Mu docks in the open space, which are the paddy fields in the village and the meeting places in the village.

Sooner or later, this is where animals are put on and rolled back and forth. Speaking of lunch (that is, lunch in the city), it is lively here. People from the village gathered here in twos and threes with rice bowls. People greeted each other, and three uncles and two grandfathers cried loudly and found a wooden pier to sit down. If you can't find the dock, pile it in the valley.

The scene of the rice field opened, and all kinds of characters BLACKPINK appeared. Look, that old grandson, with his chest hair open and his shoes kicked, is coming with his rice bowl!

Lao Suntou, who is over 50 years old, is the owner of this rice field all year round. It seems that if you don't eat here, the rice won't smell good. The most ridiculous thing is that one day at noon, it was raining cats and dogs, and my old grandson came to the rice field in hemp fiber and straw hat. In modern language, he is the senior iron powder and ashes of this rice field. Villagers say this product is credible! Old Sun glared at me and scolded, "Who talks behind my back and scolds me for believing in the ball?" Just those two party houses are like turtle nests. If you eat them, you can suffocate people. Can you not run out if you eat them? Anyway, hey, I'm not coming. Do these rabbits miss me? "

Indeed, Lao Suntou is the protagonist of the rice field in the village and is also recognized as an able person in the village. He knows the words very well: astronomy above, geography below, the first three and the last five emperors know everything. Speaking of it, Meng Jiangnv's crying at the Great Wall moved you; Speaking of Liang Zhu, young people envy; Elvis Presley made him spray a lot of people in the rice fields and forgot to eat; Weddings and funerals in the village are also his main activities; Usually build a rickshaw for the villagers, build an iron pot, choose a pig, fan a sheep, kill a chicken, master all kinds of farm work, plow, hoe and rake the ground. Nothing is difficult for him. The elder said: I've seen capable people, and this product can scream in the blink of an eye! The villagers nicknamed him "Twelve Abilities".

Lao Suntou is really the protagonist of this rice field. As soon as he entered the rice field, everyone greeted him. The elders and peers called him "Shierneng", and the younger generation called him uncle, so they quickly found him a seat. Only an old man with a shaved head, Lao Pan, bowed his head and pulled a meal without paying attention to him. The old man walked over and tapped his bald head with chopsticks, with a clear voice.

Lao Pan touched the head that was hurt by knocking and said with a silly smile, "Twelve energy, bear goods, what's the matter?" Hold (don't) mess, hold! You old turtle grandson, you are dozens of people, and you are not ashamed! Give it back to me every day Think about it, you have to call me big (big)! "

"Call an egg!"

Anyway, these two people are friends of dogskin socks. They have been playing with urine and mud since childhood, and they often scold and fight (Yudong dialect: bickering). It's uncomfortable to meet without saying a few words. Even after his father died, the two of them were still cursing and playing: I was crying on my knees, and Lao Pan stabbed my ass with a small bamboo stick. I couldn't fight back because I cried, so I cried and said, "Where's Laopan? You're messing with me. Hit me with scum. Please tell me to cry twice. I've been this (yo) dad all my life, and he's dead. How many parents are there! " Look at this. The goods cried and beat around the bush to scold Lao Pan. Lao Pan scolded the bear for being cruel and stamped his ass hard.

Lao Sun gave Lao Pan another hard knock with chopsticks: "Sorry, old turtle!" " What makes you say that I am a football player? This is a day. Look at that bear! Don't I just eat here in hemp fiber on rainy days? You scold me! You called me knocking on your head again, and you and widow Zhang ... "

Before I finished, Lao Pan quickly interrupted her: "Yiyi Yiyi, I'm sorry, brother. I was wrong. I dare not do it again. I'll get you a quail to play with another day! " Maybe it was a fight. How about that? "

Lao Suntou likes to carry quail, and often carries a quail bag around his waist. Hearing this, he laughed: "China people, China people! This is not far away! I won't let you eat your scene (dialect: boring). I have a bad memory, just like that pig, I don't forget to eat! Old turtle, Buick will bother me in the future! " Walking into the rice field, one and a half (a boy of fifteen or sixteen) quickly made way for Lao Suntou. The old grandson sat down rudely and only said, "The child looks good!" "So he lowered his head, pulled a mouthful of noodles, and then shouted with a frown," who has Qin pepper? "Your mouth has a taste. Get some! "

Sun Simao, who is squatting beside him, replied, I have a green pepper here; Two dog sitting on the dock over there said he had purple garlic cloves; Ma Wu said that he had fried stalks there; Li San said that he had spicy acne there; Lao Pan, who just took two chopsticks, quickly sent the fried soybeans, as if to please him.

? Old Sun smiled and said, "Oh, it's not bad. Everyone eats it. Alas, men flatter me!"

After that, I mixed the green pepper into the noodles, took a few big bites, took a bite of purple garlic cloves, ate stir-fry stalks, chewed a few spicy bumps, and took a bite of salty bean paste, which was full of spicy peppers and garlic. The stem is fragrant, the pimple is running, and the soy sauce is salty! Mixed tastes! Aha! I ate my head in a strange way. He shouted, "Come on! It's too hot. Garlic is spicy and delicious! "

Everyone in the rice field looked at the strange appearance of my old man and burst out laughing involuntarily. Someone in the crowd near the rice field shouted the nickname of Lao Suntou: "Twelve energy, Zhang Wei, who gave it to Lao Suntou (dialect: just now)?"

On hearing this, Lao Pan, who bowed his head to eat, immediately swore at the caller: "You are a wife and grandson, mind your own business and talk nonsense, or I will drop (hit) you and break your X mouth!"

At this time, the old boss didn't care to call him "Shi Neng" by his nickname, but only called him a rabbit with long ears! Then he said loudly to Lao Pan, "Lao Pan, since we are talking about this, let's talk about it. I've been single all my life, and now I have a wife. Go ahead, go ahead, there's nothing shameful! " Come on, tell that loser! Save him the trouble (dialect: I don't know), I'm so anxious that I don't want to cross the river with that dog! "

LaoPan blushed, embarrassed to say. Lao Sun said, "Hey, look at the color of your hair! Never mind, I'll speak for you! "

LaoPan head grateful nodded.

"good! Listen, long ears, I'll tell you! "

Lao Suntou stood up and announced loudly: "Pan Youcai (the name of Lao Pantou) looks like a widow in the west of the village, and men are going to eat candy!"

Wow, all of a sudden, the rice field is like an oil pan. When a handful of salt is sprinkled, the oil pan suddenly explodes! Everyone came around with rice bowls, happy for the old bachelor, and said good things in succession. Old donkey, after playing for decades, finally there is grass! Old Pan Tou finally has company!

Lao Pan's mouth is as wide as shoes (uppers)! My heart is like a small sugar gong, so energetic, so beautiful!

At that time, the news that Lao Pantou and widow Zhang were lovers spread all over the village from the rice fields. ...

This is a rural rice field in the sixties and seventies!

? 20 19.02.27 grass planted in Zhengzhou.