Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

Today is the first day for Wen Xu to come out to enjoy the cool air with everyone. Normally at this time, Wen Xu naturally has something to be busy with. When Zhuo Yiqing was there before, the two of them were bored somewhere in the house. Now that his girlfriend is Shi Shangzhen, this is usually the time to watch TV, and of course there will be fights, so Wen Xu has no time to hang out with these old men to cool off.

But when I came here today, I found it quite interesting. The old men are all gathered together, for example, those who like to listen to storytelling are in a corner. Everyone sits on the belongings they brought, and listens to the radio with their eyes closed. The Sui and Tang Dynasties mentioned by Mr. Shan Tianfang, the radio is now talking about the story of Pei Yuanqing, one of the Eight Great Hammers of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and it is also about martial arts. Mr. Shan on the radio said that it is full of flowers and very lively. A group of people are also fascinated by it.

About 20 meters away from the group of people listening to storytelling, two people are playing chess under the street lamp, Wen Nu took a closer look, is it not Mr. Chi, who else is there? And the other one was actually Yu Yao.

Two or three meters to the left of Mr. Chi, there was a group of people surrounding a small square table. The table was not big, only fifty or sixty centimeters square. He was sitting and playing poker lively, and there were six or seven people standing beside him watching. From time to time, someone made a move, pointing out which cards to play.

In the south corner, a group of old men like to listen to operas. What they listen to is not Peking opera but local operas that are popular here. They are sung in dialect. Mainly because as a young man, Wen Xu couldn't stand that kind of slow-humming tune, singing a single sentence for a long time would cause him to suffer from a heart attack.

As for the central circle of the garden, it is a reserved place for the old lady to play with her grandsons and granddaughters. They are holding each other in their hands, or chasing after the grass. From time to time, there will be a sound of "be careful" from all around. Son, don't run so fast and so on, accompanied by the childish giggling laughter.

The whole small square is really lively.

"That's great!" Hang Xiangdong looked at the excitement in the garden, and his face was full of smiles as if the spring breeze was blooming. For a person of his age, this scene is the most palatable, and I couldn't be happier.

"Uncle Hang?"

Wen Shida, who was sitting not far away and was listening to the book, saw Hang Xiangdong coming, and immediately greeted him: "Come, sit with us!"

Next to Wen Shida is Wen Shiqing. Except for these two, they are all younger in generation, but they are about the same age, if it weren't for everyone, they wouldn't get together to listen to storytelling. Since they are about the same age, it is impossible not to know Hang Xiangdong who has been in Wenjia Village for more than ten years!

Wen Shiqing looked at Hang Xiangdong and said, "Uncle Hang, you can see that you are getting old? Your hair is almost falling out.

The creases on the face have also risen, and it looks similar to us! "

Hang Xiangdong put his chair next to Wen Shiqing, and said with a smile: "That must be about the same, we are not a few years older, right?"

Hang Xiangdong was a little confused about Wen Shiqing's name, he seemed to have an impression, but after all, he hadn't been back for more than ten years, and everyone's appearance had grown older over the years, so he didn't dare to recognize him for a while.

Wen Shida thought for a while and said, "Uncle Hang is a little younger than Shiqing, two years younger!"

"Yes, it happens to be two years younger, and our birthdays are in the same month. But Uncle Hang, people say that people in the city look young, so it won't work if you put it here." Wen Shiqing joked with a smile.

When Hang Xiangdong heard that Wen Shida was called Shiqing, he naturally knew that it was Wen Shiqing, so he replied with a smile: "Where am I from the city? No, when I’m at home, if I can’t drink stick noodle porridge three times a week, I feel like something is missing this week.”

"That's right, I still eat stick noodles every other day or two, and if it's ground by a stone, the taste of the machine is not right. I don't think I have the energy to sharpen my throat..."

When a group of old men talked about stick noodles, they all got excited, and they didn't know what to say about the stick noodles, and they held a meeting like Kai Yi Ku Si Tian.

"Uncle, I'll go over there and have a sit down." Wen Xu didn't want to hear them continue talking, and if they talked about it, it would probably involve things about their youth. Wen Xu was not a participant, so naturally he couldn't understand their feelings.

Just as Wen Xu was about to leave, Wen Shiqing saw Hang Chen following Wen Xu, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Is this your daughter?"

When Hang Chen heard it, he immediately sweetened his mouth, and said very politely: "Hello, Uncle!"

"Hey! You can't call me that, you call me and my father like that for a lifetime, you can call me old brother, it's not that I'm an old man and I'm an old cucumber painted green to pretend to be young, but it's actually like that!"

After Wen Shiqing finished speaking with a smile, he stretched out his hand and put it beside him: "What's more, these people with white beards are all from your nephew's generation!"

Hang Chen stared straight at this moment. She grew up in the capital and lived in a Tongzilou. She had seen this kind of posture there. An old man with a white beard in his fifties or sixties, even though he was just eighteen years old The little girl is called Auntie? Now Hang Chen feels weird when he thinks about it.

However, Hang Chen was afraid that the old man named Wen Shiqing in front of him would make fun of him, so he turned his eyes on Hang Xiangdong, and found that his father was not paying attention to him, so he looked at his cousin again.

Wen Xu nodded and said: "There is no way, we are seniors!"

"There is no way to do this. The small is the long. From ten or so generations ago, Shixu's ancestor was the youngest among the ancestor's sons, and then the youngest was passed down to this generation. The gap is huge. Hang Xiaomei, do you understand what I mean?" Wen Shiqing asked after explaining to Hang Chen.

Hang Chen is also very smart, nodded and said: "I understand, the young ones get married late and have children late, each generation stays like this for one or two years, after ten or so lifetimes, it must be one or two generations late!"

"As expected of a college student, he's smart!" Wen Shiqing patted his thigh and praised Hang Chen. The old man didn't know why he became a chatterbox today, so he started to be a good teacher.

"You guys are chatting, I'll go shopping!" Wen Xu said.

Hang Chen immediately said, "Brother, I'll go shopping with you too!"

So the two cousins ​​just moved the stools and looked around. Naturally, Wen Xu and Hang Chen were not interested in listening to the play. As for watching a group of elders and grandchildren, they were even less interested. In the end, Wen Xu took Hang Chen with him. Sitting next to old master Chi and Yu Yao, watching the two play chess.

As soon as she sat down, Wen Xu took out a bottle of mosquito repellent water from her pocket, and handed it to Hang Chen.

"what?"

"Mosquito water!"

"Why is it so bad, it's a bit smoky"

He took the bottle from Wen Xu's hand, and as soon as he opened the lid, Hang Chen was smelled by the smell from the bottle. It's not that it smells bad, but the smell of the water seems to be too fragrant, a bit pungent Yes, after opening it and smelling it, Hang Chen put the lid back on.

"I don't spray this thing, if you want to spray it, you can spray it!"

After hearing this, old man Chi turned his head to look at Hang Chen and said, "little girl, if you don't spray it now, you will suffer later. The mosquitoes here are not as gentle as in the city! Let's put it this way, usually These days, these mosquitoes gnaw on pigskin and livestock skins, the best and the best, that is, to bite us old guys twice, which is considered a Chinese New Year treat! Now you, a young girl, come here and sit, If you don’t spray mosquito repellent, then the mosquitoes caught a rare meal tonight!”

Hearing what the old man said was interesting, Hang Chen laughed along with him. After speaking, he took out a small plastic bottle from his pocket, shook it at Wen Wen and everyone, and said triumphantly, "I've been prepared for a long time. Mosquito repellent toilet water!"

Glancing at the thing in her hand, Wen Xin shook her head and said, "This thing doesn't work! The mosquitoes here don't like that at all! Be obedient, spray a little."

"I don't spray that!" Hang Chen immediately said: "My classmate and her mother brought this thing back from Japan. It's very effective at repelling mosquitoes. It's sure to be more effective than the one in your hand!"

Seeing that she was so confident, Wen Xu stopped persuading her and prepared to speak with facts. After the girl had tasted the mosquitoes in Wenjia Village at night, she knew that the mosquito repellent toilet water outside would not be able to stop the mosquitoes in Wenjia Village from eating.

He sprayed some on his body and feet, especially on the exposed parts, and even dabbed a little warm on the back of his neck, only then did he see the chess game between Yu Yao and Mr. Chi.

It's been raining for about an hour now, and in less than two hours, the temperature has dropped, and now it's almost 267 degrees outside, with a slight breeze blowing, which makes the whole person feel relaxed , compared with the scorching sun and sweaty back during the day, it is the time when the pores are comfortable and the whole body is refreshed.

"Old man, you are in danger!" Wen Xu folded his arms, looked at the chess game and soon realized that the current situation of the old man was not good.

"What do you know!"

Yu Yao saw that Wen Xu stretched out his hand to say something, and immediately raised his hand to block Wen Xu: "You are a gentleman who watches chess without talking, don't talk, just watch your chess honestly, okay?"

Wen Xu nodded with a smile and said repeatedly: "My fault, my fault, I don't say you continue!"

Hang Chen was not interested in listening to books, nor was he interested in playing chess. After seeing Mr. Chi and Yu Yao take two or three steps, he lay down on the recliner, closed his eyes and prepared to rest.

But when she lay down on the chair and was about to close her eyes, she was startled by the starry sky above her head. She felt that every star was so bright, like countless sparkling gemstones dotted in the dark blue starry sky. It reminded Hang Chen of seeing the starry sky that the teacher hung on the classroom in class.

In the past, Hang Chen thought that only a telescope could capture such a beautiful starry sky. Only at this time did she realize that the starry sky was supposed to be so beautiful, but too many human factors caused the original beauty to be covered by thick sand and dust, making it difficult for children as young as her to be so beautiful. Like the children before, you can see the starry sky when you look up.

Immersing herself in this wonderful starry sky, Hang Chen felt an indescribable tranquility all over her body for no reason. She found that the Milky Way was not what she imagined, but just countless ones. It is composed of stars with different brightness, and what she sees now is a multicolored Milky Way, it seems that each star has a different color.

When the feeling of the whole person is immersed in the starry sky above the head, this feeling is indescribable, as if feeling the beauty of the universe and the beauty of creation. Hang Chen felt that he felt a mysterious thing that touched his heart, but there seemed to be nothing.

Hang Chen was attracted by the starry sky of Wenjia Village. At this moment, Hang Chen himself also attracted something. Everyone knows that mosquitoes don’t hurt when they bite, almost without feeling, but when the feeling comes, , then it will be uncomfortable.

"oops!"

A piercing itch pulled Hang Chen back from the beautiful starry sky. Within two or three seconds, Hang Chen felt that his hands were not enough, and there were four or five itches on his feet that were unstoppable. , making her wish to poke those itchy spots with the tip of a knife.