Chapter 264 Chapter Thirty

At that time, I was still young, and apart from thinking that this land mother was smart and eloquent, I didn't know how much of the world was contained in her words, and the resulting ups and downs.When it comes to the sophistication of the world and the ups and downs, I think grandpa should be the one who tastes the most. Grandpa's original wife was a young lady from a rich family, but she died very early.This young lady from a wealthy family who died young is the biological mother of my grandfather. I have never seen her, nor has my mother.But my mother said that this rich lady left a lot of precious dowry, enough for grandpa to live a prosperous and rich life for two lifetimes.

When grandpa was about ten years old, grandpa brought grandpa a stepmother.This stepmother is much younger than grandpa.Since I can remember, my mother has never said anything good about her. She always said how bad this grandma was to grandpa and how bad she was to mother. Mom said that when grandpa was young, grandma often asked him to go to Laohe to catch fish and shrimp.Grandpa took a net cut from a mosquito net, which was square, and then crossed the four corners of the net with two bamboo strips.Put some rice mixed with rice wine in the middle of the net, and then press a heavy stone in the middle of the net.In this way, a simple tool for fishing and shrimping is made.Because the stones are pressed in the middle of the net, the mosquito net and bamboo strips will not float on the water and cannot sink.Grandpa put the fishing gear into the old river, waited on the bank for a few minutes, and then took out the fishing gear.

When taking the net, you should move quickly, otherwise the frightened fish and shrimp will slip away from the net, after all, this is not a closed net.Because the rice was mixed with rice wine, some fish became dizzy after eating the rice, their vigilance was lowered, and they easily became captives.When the mosquito net is out of the water, you will see many small fish that are about the length of your fingers jumping on the net, and because the stone in the middle presses the net into a concave shape, these small fish can’t jump out of the net no matter how much they jump, instead The more you jump, the closer you are to the middle of the net.

If it is me who fishes, then the fishing time usually occurs in the early morning or evening.My fishing skills are not bad, and I feel a sense of accomplishment when I see small fish jumping on the net.Looking back now, I seem to still feel the moist morning wind or the cool evening wind brushing against my skin, like swimming in water.During the day, especially at noon, I basically have no chance to go fishing with a net made of mosquito nets, because I have to go to school and take a nap at noon. However, according to my mother, it is usually noon when grandpa fishes.Because fishing is usually done in summer, the fish are too small in spring, and there are few fish in winter, so I can imagine him coming out of the shady house, facing the strong sunlight, hearing the cicadas on the jujube tree in front of the door, stepping on the tree. Facing the hot wind, the hot road leads to the gurgling old river.

Although I have stayed in the Northeast for several years, the summer in my hometown has a deep impression on my memory.Summer in the south is very different from summer in the north.I still remember when the first asphalt road was paved in my grandfather's village. At that time, the main roads, small roads, car roads, and roads were all dirt.Before that, I had never seen a black road.In my memory before that, the road in summer was just a little dusty, and when a car passed by, there was a burst of dust behind my buttocks.After having the asphalt road, some impressions of summer in my memory have changed.I remember being able to put my footprints on the tarmac in the summer.One can imagine how hot the summer in my hometown is, especially at noon.

And grandpa often fished on the banks of the old river under the hot sun. Mom said that after the fish was caught and made into dishes, grandma closed the door of the room and enjoyed it with grandpa alone. Grandpa squatted at the gate alone with a small bowl of rice and a few pieces of fermented soybeans.Moreover, grandma said that a piece of tempeh needs three mouthfuls of rice.I believe what my mother said is true.Until I was born and grew taller than my grandma, my grandma often used it to educate me: "My child, three mouthfuls of rice with one tempeh. How can you do it like this?"

I don't listen to her, I grab the food just like my father, often the food in the bowl is not half touched, and the food on the table is almost wiped out.When my mother "complained" that there was no food on the table before she had finished her meal, my grandfather kept praising me: "I just want to be able to eat! Scholar only eats a package of rice, but you can eat more vegetables!" I don't know if grandpa would think of the time when he squatted at the gate and ate tempeh when he praised me.At least there was no trace of sadness in his kind eyes when he watched me eat.He is always cheerful.

Grandpa must have experienced many vicissitudes, but he never wrote these on his face or showed them in his eyes. I immediately asked my grandpa, "Grandpa, grandpa, actually I think Granny Land is not bad, but she is rarely worshiped by people. Will Granny Land think it's unfair?" Grandpa smiled and said, "Grandma Land didn't do these things to be enshrined! Well, I'm home. Wash your face and go to bed. You rarely live at Grandpa's house after high school. Hehe." We walked in front of the gate, and I imagined the situation when my grandfather squatted in this place to eat tempeh when he was a child.Grandpa wouldn't know what I was thinking, he pushed the door open.The door did not open.

Grandma may think that grandpa is listening to the filial song at the old man's house tonight and won't come back, the door has already been bolted.There is a crack two fingers wide in the middle of the gate of my grandfather's house.Grandpa put a finger in the crack of the door and scratched, and the door bolt clanged open.This way of opening the door is not new. I have seen my uncle open the door like this several times. Grandpa poured the face wash for me, I wet my face carelessly, picked up a towel and wiped it carelessly, then ran to the empty bed in the back room and fell asleep.

Grandpa washed my face with the washing water I had left, and then washed my feet.Then I heard the sound of splashing water, and the water fell on the big rock in front of the door.After that, there was the sound of grandpa's shoes dragging on the ground, followed by grandpa's snoring. I thought to myself, grandpa sleeps really fast. I stared at the roof, it was so dark that I couldn't even see the beams clearly.This pitch-black area is just like the curtain before a movie, on which the scene of my grandfather fishing when he was a child gradually emerges.After thinking for a while, sleepiness gradually came up.

Just when I was about to close my eyes and fall into a dream, there was a strange sound on the beam of the house, and there seemed to be faint music, such as the sound of flutes, trumpets, and gongs...