Senior Superstar

On the big screen, when Qiao Wanli carried his luggage and blended into the sea of ​​people heading for the train station, Lijia Village was a different scene;

It has been a while since the last gamma-ray burst, but obviously, this time is not enough to erase the scars left by the artificial satellite rain on the village.

The satellite wreckage in the wheat fields has been taken away by the government, but the gullies in the ground are like unhealed scars, so dazzling and eye-catching.

Large tracts of crops were burned, and the long-lasting drought seemed to make the entire village lose its vitality.

Not to mention. The house that was damaged everywhere, like a burn sore.

The children's school was closed, and children in dirty school uniforms hid under the awning. The orange-red fire sun made the children lose interest in playing.

Their eyes were glazed over, and they were bored, hugging a wild dog raised by someone's family, watching the adults with mournful faces drawing buckets of water from the half-dry well.

Part of the water was poured into the loess, mixed with grass stalks and slapped on the ground to build a series of earth walls—soon, they will be erected into a new house.

The other part is carried by more adults with loads, and along the long and winding dirt road, buckets of loads are carried to the ridges of the fields to moisten the pieces of wheat that are about to die.

Uncle Gen, who was blind, was squatting on the dirt steps at the feet of the dolls.

Although he couldn't see, his posture of pressing tobacco leaves into the pipe pot was still so skillful and accurate - if you didn't look at his gray eyeballs, you would definitely not find that he was blind.

After skillfully pressing the tobacco leaves, he fumbled for the lighter and lit the bag of dry tobacco.

The steaming smoke, together with the scorched loess in the air, was lifted into the sky by the blowing heat.

"Children, what are your fathers doing?"

"My father is building a pigsty! The satellite that fell from the sky killed three pigs, and my father is so distressed! He said that the government should give subsidies to the wheat after the disaster, and he and my mother poured water to irrigate. It doesn’t matter how much you save. Even if you can’t save them all, it’s not a loss. But three pigs cost nearly 20,000 yuan! Now take advantage of the solar terms to build up the pigsty early, buy a few piglets, and catch up with a few pigs. Bo Qiufa!"

The talking baby is called Li Goudan. Although the teacher named him Li Ziqiang after entering elementary school, his parents still did not change their household registration and still insisted on calling him Goudan.

Because in the cognition of these two people who have not graduated from elementary school, the lower the name, the easier it is to support them.

Hearing Goudan's answer, Uncle Lao Gen's cigarette pipe stopped.

"What about the other adults?"

"My father went to quarrel with the village secretary! He said that my family did not have the certificate of poverty-stricken households the year before last, and the village promised to build a poverty-relief house when the house failed. Now that the house has collapsed, he said that the village has its own words. Anyway, this time the village I have to give someone to build a color steel house! My mother said that it’s not a lack of money, if someone builds a house, she can go to the fields with my father to fetch water, and maybe half of the harvest will be kept!"

"My father and my second uncle, third uncle, and fifth uncle are all in the field! He heard from those who came to collect satellites a few days ago, what's wrong with those satellites... Oh, yes, there is radiation! Long-term contact will cause Let the ground not grow seedlings! He is afraid that next year the place where the satellite will smash will not grow crops, so he is eager to dig away the soil stained by the satellite, so as not to delay next year’s harvest.”

Listening to the dolls talking about their parents' movements one by one, the blind old man silently took a puff of his cigarette.

Sighing out the big puff of smoke, he rubbed his palms like dead branches, grabbed the child closest to him and pulled him into his arms.

The hands that have been engaged in physical labor for a long time have broad joints, thick and rough, and every inch of skin in the palms is carved with ravines and barbs.

Being stroked on the head by such hands, the child grinned, apparently not feeling well.

"Damn, you have quick legs, you go."

"Second Master, what are you going to do?"

"Go and call all the old men in the village here, and say that I'm looking for them to discuss matters!"

"Why!"

Hearing Uncle Gen's entrustment, the child in his arms seemed to be pardoned, let go of the two feet wearing cloth shoes, pattered a series of smoke and dust on the dirt road, and then went away.

As the child ran away, the sun in the sky finally dissipated the most vicious light and heat of his day, and began to sink weakly to the west

In a blink of an eye, it was night.

The adults who had been busy in the fields for a day returned home one after another.

The village was hit by a disaster. Although the government promised subsidies, the people who regard the fields as their lifeblood are still not happy.

They watched the news report on TV and understood the meaning of the sun crisis. At first they also fell into panic. But when they heard that the country had a solution, everyone returned to their old ways.

Lijia Village, which is marked at every point on the map, has existed for hundreds of years, and it has been like this for hundreds of years. The Japanese devils have come, GMD has come, flash floods have rushed through, and they have even been buried by mudslides and landslides.

But the farmer's land has never been left unused.

Not seeing Tiandi lying there properly, the farmer is like walking without pants on the street full of people coming and going-there is always a void in his heart.

But when the people who had worked in the fields for a whole day buried pots and cooked food, prepared to have a full meal and sleep well in preparation for getting up early tomorrow to continue crop work, suddenly there was an explosion in the fields west of the village. red.

What kind of red is that?

It spreads on the horizon, drawing a long equal sign for the sky of Lijia Village together with the red clouds that have not yet set in the sky!

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"fire!"

After squatting in the yard and looking around with the rice bowl for a long time, someone let out a mournful howl.

"Fire is starting!"

With that wailing, many young and strong men who were still exhausted slapped themselves up and picked up the poles and buckets.

However, just as they were preparing to go to the water to fight the fire, all the old people in the village formed a team and blocked the path at the head of the village.

"father!"

"Master! What are you doing? Get out of the way, don't you see the fire in the field!"

"Huh? Uncle, what are you holding in your hand?"

The impatient young adults suddenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

In front of them, these old people who have regarded the fields as their lifeblood all their lives are so abnormally calm at this moment.

It was as if the fire wasn't burning in the field they had cultivated all their lives. But each of them held oil barrels and torches in their hands!

"Don't worry about it, we set the fire. The wheat is so dry that it can be used as firewood. Pour the gasoline into the air outlet and blow it with the wind. When you pick up the water, it will burn the balls." It's clean."

An old man grinned distressedly and confessed his "crime".

"Father! You are confused!"

A man in the crowd threw his pole on the ground.

There was nothing he could do with his own father, so he could only kick the loess on the ground fiercely, and then squatted down in frustration!

"It's not us who are confused, it's you! You are all cowards!"

Feeling the grievances of every young man, Uncle Lao Gen smashed the pipe pot in his hand without mercy!

He stared at the pair of gray eyes, stretched out his trembling fingers and pointed to the sun in the west that was about to set below the mountain.

"What is farming for?

The ancestors opened up wasteland piece by piece in this stone field, so that later generations could have a place to rest their feet and spread their branches and leaves.

Lao Tzu farms the land so that you can grow up and live, marry wives and have children! Good one good one, learn one's own skills, go out from this place where no shit is like, and see what the outside world is like!

The people who plant these lands never want to harvest a lot of crops! "

"What time is it now? If it is put into the drama, it will be called the autumn of life and death! What are you doing? You are still thinking about the harvest of a few acres of wheat fields! I understand!"

Under Uncle Lao Gen's scolding, the young and strong men bowed their heads dumbly.

There are also people who rely on themselves to hide behind others, muttering and looking for their own reasons;

"Uncle Gen, didn't it say on TV that you have to be under 40 years old and have a junior high school education. We... aren't we up to the standard?"

"Besides, let's go, what are the children doing?"

Hearing those few rebuttals, Uncle Lao Gen squatted down and rubbed the ground.

Seeing his movement, someone immediately handed over the cigarette pot on the ground.

Then, that person became the first lucky one to be beaten by the pot.

"I'll make you worthless! I'll make you worthless!"

"Without a degree, do you have strength?"

"You are not allowed to draw pictures and write, and you can't resist digging?! Have your grandparents and great-grandfathers read books? You don't know a single word. When Little Japan calls, which man in the whole village will stay at home and farm the land?" ? When you beat the American devils, which one stayed at home to coax the baby? A Li surname was born and raised, how come your generation has become a coward?"

"What do you do with the dolls? What do you do with the dolls when you go out to do odd jobs? Are you starving to death?"

"Get out! Pack up your things now, and get out of here tomorrow morning! The kids will follow us and won't starve to death. With my dad around, the kids won't be able to stand a little bit of humiliation! Get out! Get out!"

Under the fluttering cigarette pots, a group of young and strong people covered their heads and faces, watching the fire in the sky and driving away.

Last time, the old man beat his son away with a cigarette pot.

This time, it was finally the turn of the young and strong in the village!

PS: Thanks to the leader of [Alice in Wonderland] for the reward! Thank you for your support! The rural part of this chapter is a bit difficult to speak Henan dialect, but I still want the feeling of the rural area, so the writing is a bit slow. If there are fellow villagers in Henan, I can enrich the dialogue of the characters. After all, the dialect is too difficult for Erduan, if it is English, I can use a translator! Damn!