Village woman silly ayu

"Lend me a pair of eyes! Let me clearly see the storm ... "

Five big and three thick Ayu looks like a Buddha. She laughs happily all day and always likes to hum songs when she is free. Even with an unyielding stubbornness, I simply put myself on a hot search and said with confidence: What happened to Silly Ayu? Isn't it hot, too?

It has been many years since I left the southern mountainous area. It is a chilling poverty-stricken mountainous area, and it is also a folk song festival that is rated as a poverty-stricken county every year. The disparity between the rich and the poor is surprising. Exaggerated, the rich courtyard is like the four families in a dream of red mansions, and the poor family is like a caveman who returned to ancient society. Most of the people in the mountains there didn't read much, so all the good policies of the country benefited a very small number of leading cadres and their relatives and friends. Listen to the comments of local residents: officialdom is so dark that no one can break the long-standing black chain. There is a saying among the local people that any official who takes office in the county will not exceed three years at most. Once he has a bowl full of money within three years, he will be quickly removed and transferred. Local officials, from local village officials to county-level officials, make proper arrangements for their children and send them to a mountainous area for their good development. Only when money is boundless, the road ahead is bright. Except children, adults who normally stay at home are vulnerable groups who have never seen the world and have not studied for a few days. In this way, the whole social class seems to be naturally divided into two classes. People with a little education and brains, or people with no education and good class relations, are courageous and can stay at home, and the rest are of course the exploited class. Hearsay is not true. Having lived there for more than ten years, although she almost turned a deaf ear to what happened outside the window, her own experience can tell everything.

Ayu's family originally lived in an adobe house halfway up the hill in front of her house, with only a narrow road full of weeds and bushes. At about ten o'clock in the morning, at the foot of the mountain outside the gate, you can see the sun shining at the mouth of Xishi Canyon, and it will be on the opposite mountain after three o'clock in the afternoon. In the late 1990s, a mysterious army came to the mountains, and then the mountains, farmland and houses of Ayu's family were expropriated by the local government. A neurotic old man, who lost his woman before he was forty, dragged a group of naked and hungry six children. The only eldest daughter was originally the main labor force in the family. Because she couldn't stand the poor days at home, she became a clay figurine at the age of sixteen and found a man to marry herself early. There are six youngest children and a bunch of men left at home. They often eat the last meal, but don't eat the next. Lack of oil and salt is common. Every day, besides pumpkins, it is sweet potato porridge. Occasionally, brothers go to the mountains to catch one or two rabbits, or Miao Ling mice, or catch some fish in Xi Shi, and then they can start eating meat. She is six or seven months pregnant, and she can't go anywhere except to help her family with endless housework. Once there was no cooking oil at home for more than a week, and finally I got sick. I can't take it anymore. I had to rush to a small shop outside the mountain with a big belly and buy a bag of mustard tuber for dinner. I went to bed early and didn't come back for lunch until two o'clock in the afternoon. I was too poor that day to look back.

Because the poor and neurotic old man didn't even see tens of thousands of dollars, when the immigrants moved in, the three members of Ayu's family left their children with the old man and then went out to work. Those local village officials gave the old man's big family 50,000 yuan in settling-in expenses, including three members of Ayu who separated. It is useless to argue with them afterwards, or even to petition, because the communication network was still very closed at that time and the people had something to say. Farmers in the mountains came to the army without relying on fields. Originally, it was God's will to bless the only family, Ayu, who was so poor that she still stayed in the mountains. I didn't expect her family to move to the so-called resettlement house so easily and go away. So for those so-called people's parents, who cheat their superiors and their subordinates, who are greedy and heartless, to be honest, she hates it. Although many years have passed and the central government has cracked down severely, the officialdom is booming.

In her own words, besides gossiping about the past, she also likes to make a lot of inexplicable troubles for herself, as if she were looking for trouble. In private, others prefer to call her crazy. Just like this time, I don't know where there was a gust of wind in my ear, and it stabbed the hive again. Are well-founded. Listen to her-

This morning, the silly woman, Ayu, dressed herself beautifully and set off by herself. I heard that an old man with great social experience told her to pick tea in the mountains in the east. At this time, the tea buds have already turned into hard green stems, which means that the spring of tea picking has long passed. For some reason, the old man just persuaded the ignorant and little Ayu. Maybe you are distracted, maybe you will gain something by walking.

The air in the mountains is particularly refreshing and pleasant in the morning when it is still a little cool. I took the bus, turned left and right, and soon left the city and entered the wilderness of the suburban mountain village. The thick white fog outside the window is wrapped in the mountains of Dongxiang village, and occasionally the sharp roar of one or two motorcycles or big trucks whizzes past. The dust at the rear of the car is all over the window and can be seen. The songs of birds are hidden in the shadows of green leaves on the roadside, and the smoke from the kitchen tells you that the mountains are full of fireworks.

I don't know where to find a tea garden. The bus driver was so angry that he asked Ayu impatiently if she really wanted to get off. It's no use being anxious when you meet an unresponsive Ayu. She joked that your ass is not hot yet. Are you in a hurry to arrest someone? Are you short of bus fare or something? Finally, the driver was speechless and had to compromise himself: this is the tea garden. You can get off. She got out of the car with a straight face, only to find that this place is on an uphill road with mountains on both sides. Although it is not high, it is overgrown with weeds and miscellaneous trees. You can also vaguely see some cold tombstones isolated in the weeds, which are particularly gloomy and desolate in the morning breeze with a hint of coolness. For a moment, Ayu, who claimed to be bold, wanted to turn around and leave this place at once and look up at the sky. Through the layers of fog, the rising sun has penetrated the clouds and shone on the head of Chashan. Is that a tea garden? Why is it so special? This is obviously a very ordinary hill, which is like a tea garden? Staring at the mountain in front of me, with a series of questions, the bold Ayu is really bold. How can she be afraid of several solitary graves? "Dally" ran up the slope of the fork in the road in three steps and two steps. It is a relatively open and flat wilderness. It's actually not flat. It used to be a yellow lawn. Perhaps it is because no one has ever moved, and the erosion of long-term wind and rain has made it full of potholes and high and low haystacks. The green mud tile shed built not far from the foot of the mountain is about the so-called tea farm management. But nobody saw it. Tea picking day has just passed. Why can't you smell fireworks? And a tea tree in twos and threes, on the east and west sides of the ravine, seems to have never been taken care of, very headstrong, as if shouting at Ayu: What? I'm so headstrong, what do you care? She was muttering doubtfully, when suddenly several dogs barked, and then several fierce big German shepherd growled and gasped and rushed to the black carved iron gate. Outside, she was looking at the new discovery awakened by the barking of dogs: on the left, she thought it was just an abandoned yard, because the road at the door and the situation inside the door were yellow sand, and there seemed to be no special decoration. Those dogs screamed and made it.

Holy shit! The story of April in this world is really confusing. Deep in the iron gate turned out to be a luxurious and exquisite Shan Ye villa. Similarly, there is no sign of anyone, diagonally opposite are those cold solitary graves, and the guilt is clear. The only thing that can accompany the villa is the so-called tea farm on the right side of the mountain. The two ends of the road at the foot of the mountain are far from the city and the countryside. I don't know why the owner of the villa chose such a treasure to build the villa. Is it really a land of feng shui? Can feng shui treasure land not smell of fireworks? These questions, she may never understand, he is so extravagant and stupid. In fact, she is just bold and curious. As for so many reasons, she never pays attention to them.

On the way back to the city, because she was too lazy to wait for the bus, she didn't think she was far away, so she chose to go back, because when she found the strange image of the tea farm here, she was curious and decided to go back all the way. Maybe there will be more anecdotes. Although she is always so naive, at the moment she seems to feel vaguely: the old man who asked her to pick tea. So she decided to go back to the city and see what kind of scenery there was along the way. When I left the city, it seemed that I crossed the East Bridge in less than five minutes and entered the Panshan Highway. Come out early in the morning, there is plenty of time. Even if God changes his face, he should bring a sunshade. What are you afraid of? With this in mind, she hummed a popular and cheerful song "Country Road" in her childhood. A crashed three-wheeled motorcycle glided over the top of the slope and slowly stopped not far in front of her. A man in blue overalls poked his head out of the car and deliberately turned to look at the silly woman, Ayu. I seem to be waiting for Ayu to ask him for help and take a ride into town, because this is the only mountain road leading to the county seat, and there are almost no cars or pedestrians. This car owner may be moved by compassion, thinking that she is a stranger who has run away from home, and wants to see if she is willing to let him give her a ride. After waiting for a while, she saw that she was still taking care of herself and walking alone as if nothing had happened, so she gave up the idea of being a good person. There was a loud bang, and the sound of dragging all the way echoed at the intersection of the mountain, just around the corner of the road. On the right, I suddenly saw a cement slope extending upward, and turned left in the same direction as the mountain road, but the difference was about five or six meters high. The cement slope extends out of an open concrete floor, but it is divided into several parallel concrete space planes. There seems to be something like a fireworks tube on the edge of that cement, but she has never seen such a small fireworks. A bold and curious man really doesn't know why this large concrete clearing suddenly appeared in a corner of the mountain. I leaned over to see what had happened. She can't see the bumps not far away. I took a closer look and gasped, because in the upper left corner of the empty concrete compartment, a row of ghost cards of the dead stood neatly, and Yu, who had been scared for a while, stared at the ghost cards in black and white: xxx died in xx. Look! After confirming that I accidentally disturbed the unrelated undead in the early morning, I was in a hurry and kowtowed with my hands folded: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I startled the dead, so I was hit by a stranger by mistake. I just hope that the deceased will be lenient and don't care about that rude woman. Amitabha, bless by Bodhisattva! At this time, she was too scared to walk back to the cement slope and trotted to the county seat. Fortunately, a reservoir appeared not far from the right, and two elder sisters were carrying vats of spring water. "Chug" disorderly jump of a heart a little calm down. There is an abandoned farm next to the reservoir. Judging from the ruins and broken walls, it should be a pig farm. Who cares? At this point, she seems to still have a lingering fear. Walking out of a long mountain road, I recovered my body and mind, and now I have walked out of a narrow mountain pass. In front of me, there is a relatively wide field, and I have seen a village not far away. The sky seems particularly bright. My heart is much more solid, I stand still and try to calm down and catch my breath. Unexpectedly, I bumped into another stone tablet and an eye-catching billboard next to it: xx Farm. Tips: The first 300 meters are a collection of fishing, picking and entertainment. Shan Ye highlights that this billboard is really eye-catching, and the curiosity that has just cooled down has revived. The first 300 meters? Isn't it close? It doesn't look easy to get into the car, but a two-legged car is more than enough. I made up my mind to follow the arrow of the street sign without hesitation. But the road sign is a lime yard, and there are two iron pimples machines in it. The man who drags a trolley to work has never seen anyone else. I saw this strange face of Ayu, and the man stood on the high limestone pile, showing a suspicious look, staring coldly at the silly woman Ayu in front of me. Although she was in shock, she could still walk as if nothing had happened. In front of the man with bright eyes, she unhurriedly took out a red plastic bag and put it in her backpack, because in the grass on the roadside about one meter away, she suddenly found that a delicious wild vegetable that she had been looking for appeared here, which was great, just as a cover for picking wild vegetables. Let's see what fishing, picking and entertainment will be at 300 meters. Picking wild vegetables all the way to plastic bags, wondering if it's time to arrive?

Passing through the storage room of lime field, the journey is almost over, and another beautifully decorated villa appears in front of us. Except that German shepherd grabbed the top of the high wall and stared at passers-by, he only saw a sleek, well-dressed mature man coming out to take out the garbage, which seemed to be slaughtered chicken feathers or duck feathers. At the same time, the door of the yard was opened, revealing a pile of beer bottles piled up in the yard, at the gate of the so-called fishing pond. It's just a pool of muddy sewage, which can drown the mud in the pond. Some empty wine bottles such as remy martin, XO, Nverhong and Maotai are piled up on the grass beside the pond. There is a small dirt road opposite the pond, which extends inward along the right foot of the mountain. Waist-high green bristlegrass grows wildly, taller than a fruit tree that occasionally hangs an orange or two. In the morning breeze, only citrus reticulata can compete with Setaria viridis. Because it is the owner of this orchard who can dominate the fate of oranges. When the dog stopped barking, he walked out of the small orange orchard and passed the villa with orange glazed tiles on the brown wall. He can only hear the faint wind from the air conditioner hanging on the wall, and it seems that he is still chasing his heartbeat. At this moment, the silly woman, Ayu, has fixed her eyes on the bright red wild strawberry that she just picked in her hand, and what she waited for a while has been deeply remembered in her endless childhood fun. German shepherd and villa have long been left behind and disappeared in the dust of the misty mountains.

It seems to have recorded the time of Mayday Farm, leaving a white-haired and almost uniform local accent. After hearing the vicissitudes of life, I saw all the bustling helpless voices: "These new buildings were built and left vacant for six or seven years," the old man whispered about the past. "So far, no one has lived in it. It will take at least ten or twenty years after the roads here are cleared and the popularity is booming. At that time, if no one lives, these buildings will have to be demolished and rebuilt. " Alas! -"Behind him is a deep sigh of the white-haired old man. It is disturbing a group of busy sparrows on the roadside, making noise and grabbing their own food, and no one wants to let anyone. Only Yangmei, whose branches are bent by fruits, quietly smiles at the sparrow's situation on the ground.