Chapter 7 1936 Duck Collection - Night Fishing

This is the time for the millet to go to the warehouse. The abundant harvest every year made Maolin's house seem to be a little more lively.One day at the dinner table, sat his fourth uncle, his fifth uncle, his aunt, Aunt Bixia and Aunt Xiao'e, and his father; he was sitting between his aunt and fifth aunt, wearing a purple woven silk suit. undershirt.The aunt of the middle-aged woman stopped her chopsticks from time to time to slap his back.There were two wet marks on Maoer's small round back. There is a large bowl of chicken on the table, a bowl of beef mixed with chili peppers, a bowl of pumpkin, a bowl of sour powder chili peppers, and a small plate of soy sauce chili peppers; Uncle Wu is just picking up a chicken wing and putting it on the plate.

"Mao'er, do you dare to guard the millhouse with me tonight?" "Go, go, I'm not afraid! I dare!" He agreed without waiting for his father's permission. Dad just put down the bowl, and with the "Jing Bainch" Xiaochao silk pipe in his mouth, he puffed out smoke and didn't say anything.The smoke formed a small circle and disappeared upwards. He knew that the bed on the mill was on the upper floor of the mill room, and there was a small window near the bed.From the window, you can see the tip of the tall pine tree in the courtyard dam of the village, and you can also see the gray stone watchtower in Tianjiazhai.Xiao Zhang, who watches cattle, used to live in a mill house; he can make cage suits to catch weasels who steal chickens, and he used a big tea tree to carve him into a spinning top with two pointed ends.Just now he heard Uncle Wu say that someone put weirs in the ditch, and that there were fish on the dam every night... So Maoer was very happy when he mentioned the millhouse.

When Uncle Wu talked to him about guarding the millhouse, he seemed to have already stood beside the spinning millstone. "Uncle Wu, when are you going to go?...I don't want this....Should I go after dinner?" He stood leaning against the table, with his head bowed, while putting two black chopsticks into the "shouldn't hold tight" grilling mouth of the small red flower bowl with four Chinese characters on it.The aunt of the middle-aged woman on the left picked up a chicken belly and threw it into his bowl. "Maoer, this is good." "I don't want it. It was washed by Aunt Bixia. It's not clean, and there's bran..." He glanced at his father when he said the word bran.

"You're full too! Where's the chaff?...No, just give it to me." "Really, if you don't want it, just send it to your aunt. I'll make soup for you." Fifth Aunt said. Maoer threw the chicken belly into Bixia's bowl.But his fifth aunt snatched the bowl from him and poured more than half of the bowl of chicken soup.But in the end, his aunt still finished the remaining half bowl of rice for him. The colorful clouds in the sky make all kinds of amazing changes.The sky is full of yellow, like a huge piece of golden brocade; soon it turns into a light silver red, so thin that it looks like a veil covering the pink face of a bride; soon it becomes many small pieces of variegated brocade. , ran towards the end of the sky with the faint breeze.

As usual, they sat in the courtyard dam talking and laughing on a low bench each. Maoer moved her little bamboo chair and sat down next to Uncle Wu. "Mao'er, come here! Let me rub your stomach for you - otherwise, you will complain of stomach pain again in the middle of the night." "No, I'm not bloated! Auntie." "Look at you like that... If you don't push it well, it will hurt your food." "No. (He hit Uncle Wu lightly again) Uncle Wu, let's go! Otherwise it will be night." "Why are children disobedient?" His aunt's kind appearance has formed his naughty and charming sexual habits; no matter what his aunt says, he is always unwilling to leave Fifth Uncle's side.In the end, Uncle Wu used "If you don't listen to my aunt, I won't let you go to the house..." as a condition, so he rushed to my aunt.

"You have to hurry up!" "Oh! This is a good boy!" Auntie looked at Maoer's swollen belly like a small drum, dipped her thumb in saliva, pushed and pushed him on his belly, and hummed softly: "Push food and rush food...you can see for yourself how bloated your stomach is, and you still say it's okay!...I ate too much tonight. Push food and hurry food...Don't earn! Why panic, just push a few more times and you'll be fine. . . . pushing food and rushing food... "? The faces of the people sitting in the courtyard gradually became blurred, and the sky turned from dawn-like whiteness to darkness... only a handful of deep purple remained in the shadows of the sun.Everything gradually disappeared under the curtain of night.

In the sound of insects raining all around, the voice of the conversation has been suppressed a lot. The cold air is pressing and the breeze is blowing, which is enough to prove that the lingering summer has receded and autumn is coming to the world.Maoer and his fifth uncle walked slowly along the loess field that looked like a long snake.At the foot of the distant mountain, the purple mist at dusk is permeating, as if the mist itself is flowing and seems to flow everything.The moon in the sky is still very small, no match for the brightness of the big stars around it.In the paddy field where all the seedlings have been cut on both sides of the field, there are still short white roots.The straw left over after threshing in the fields is piled up in big piles, like huts.There is a dense and fine sound of insects in the front, back, left, and right, like a group of musicians playing a solemn and desolate autumn night song.Jin Lingzi's "ding..." is as clear as a small copper bell, especially intoxicating.While passing by, I occasionally heard the rustling of small creatures in the grass beside the road. "Uncle Wu, are there any snakes on the road?"

"What are you afraid of? I can catch one for you to play with, it won't bite." "Then I heard that Wushaogong and the branding iron head (both names of snakes) are poisoned to death when they bite. This little Zhang told me before. " "Where does Wu Shaogong come from on this road? If you are afraid, I will carry you on my back." He fell on his fifth uncle's back again.However, Ye Xiao's cry, like a person coughing behind him from time to time, still made him uneasy. "Uncle Wu, I'm here to get the hemp grass. It's really inconvenient for you to carry me with one hand and light the torch with the other hand." He thought that if he had a torch, he could hold it high and light everything.

"You Mo Na, it's almost here!" I could already hear the babbling of the small waterwheel near the millhouse. The little red light in the millhouse is already flickering in front of my eyes, but that light is only as big as a small star in the sky! After turning around a mountain pass, the banks of the stream that flowed up for more than one mile appeared in front of my eyes.What was enough to make him scream was that there were countless small sparks like fireflies flickering along the stream.Faintly heard the sound of someone calling each other. "Hey! Fifth Uncle, what's going on?"

"Hey! They released fish again tonight! I don't know yet. If it's earlier, we can ask Xiao Zhang to fix the net, so we can catch some fish for breakfast." …If you can go fishing with them in the stream, holding high in your left hand a bright sunflower or a torch made of old cables, and holding a small net, or a sickle, or a large chicken coop in your right hand, A fish basket hangs under the waist, and the trousers are tied high to the top of the thigh. In the shallow knee-high comfortable clear stream, walking back and forth along the stream, when splashing water splashes on other people's heads and faces—or When encountering a big crucian carp escaping from his hand, the kind of "what's the matter!...why are you so reckless?" Boss!Come on, come on! ..." "Oh, my God!so big! "" Don't panic, why are you?It was disobedient, and when it saw it entered the net, it escaped again. ... "What a lively (and interesting) thing it is, with surprise, joy, and yelling at the inattentiveness of the companions!  …

When Maoer thought of this, his heart moved a little. "Then why don't we ask Xiao Zhang to transfer home to get the internet?" "Forget it! The net is upstairs, it's very difficult to fix, and it takes a long time to fix several places." Uncle Wu said, "When they set up the weir, there will be fish on the dam. Let's just keep it. " Regarding the matter of Zhaoyu, Uncle Wu didn't seem to think it was interesting, which surprised Maoer who didn't know anything. ……… On March 21, 1925, at Zhai and Moldy Xiao Zhai