Standing as a child: the red man in the village

The word "red man" is a radical phrase.

The theme is people, and the focus is red.

He is a person and some people.

There are hundreds of men surnamed Chang in Changjiagou. My mother has a distant sister who also married in our village, so her family is in charge. I no longer call uncle by seniority, but uncle directly.

His more widely known name is Red Man. His parents no longer take radical phrases, but refer to this person's name.

He can afford the name and is really popular in the village.

A short straight hair like a steel needle, a pair of narrowed eyes as if they could never be opened, walking is always wobbly, and the sound is like a broken gong and a broken drum. In the slack season, I carry a big thermos flask on my back-I always suspected that thermos flask was filled with xifeng liquor-from Hougou to Qianjian and then from Qianjian to Hougou every day.

This psychic, which does not mean wandering in Mandarin, is one point idle, two points leisurely and indifferent, and three points arrogant. Just like a series connection in a circuit, a line passes through many points, and every point should be taken care of.

But the lives of ordinary people are parallel. I have my own joy, my own pressure, and my own ups and downs, but the intersection of each family will not be particularly deep. My great-uncle is not. During his escape from Qian Jie to Hougou, he clearly knew whose sheep gave birth, whose rabbit had a nest, whose girl was going to get married and whose child was going to get married.

Make peace.

Do you want to borrow a donkey for spring ploughing? He knows which one in the village just doesn't need it. Is your family busy and short of hands in autumn? He knows which one in the village has been idle recently. In his back and forth, he helped you get it done in a few words.

When he sees your doll climbing a tree on the edge of a cliff, he will drag his voice to your yard and shout, "Oh, come and see whose doll is climbing a tree to dig birds!" " "It must be an adult rushing out of the hole, shouting and reaching out to drag the child down.

When he saw that the dried millet on your rice mill was eaten by the chicken, he would pretend to be surprised in your yard and shout, "Oh, the world is really good now. Put down the millet chicken to eat first! " "It must be that people rushed out of the kiln, grabbed a stick and drove the chicken away.

The most terrible thing is that at the dinner party, he smelled your wine and saw that the host must pull the curtain and go in: "Oh, come and see, whose house is delicious!" The host family must have been warmly treated, scrambled an egg and ate some peanuts. You're welcome. As soon as he lifted his ass on the edge of the kang, he twisted his waist, crossed his legs, sipped a few drinks, patted his head and slipped off the kang. You can't stay if you want to. "Where did you go? Don't go after dinner! "

"No, no, no, my aunt is waiting for dinner at home!"

Staggered from the path to the back ditch. Because of the flood, there is a moat on the path, which is only the width of the palm of your hand. At first, I was always worried about him. Later, everyone rumored that he was drunk and flying, and there was no accident, so he didn't worry.

Another red man in the village had an accident. There is also a "red" in his name. Let's call him Erhong.

This Erhong is also a famous steward. There is a wedding in the village, please ask him to be a housekeeper, how much cigarettes, how much wine, how much food, how much meat to buy, who is responsible for cooking, who is responsible for picking up relatives, when to propose a toast and when to make a move, and help people make it clear.

This Erhong lives not far from my home. Changjiagou has not had a major event in the past hundred years. The only incident seems to be him.

It is said that before I was born, when Erhong was still young, she went to work in the county and brought back an aunt. But her mother-in-law didn't agree. Several tractors came overnight and beat Er Hong to death. Listen to my second grandma's vivid description: "On his back, someone poked a screwdriver to the end, covered in blood."

Later, my aunt gave birth to a fat girl doll and left. Father and daughter lived alone. I always remember his thunderous voice before the party. He likes to play with our little doll. When he laughed, his face was pitted and scarred, and he was not afraid at all.

His female doll reached the age of marriage, and Erhong came home drunk one night and fell off the edge of the jujube tree in front of my yard. The whole mother-in-law dolls in Xinyaowan rushed to see them and shouted together. I was left at home by my parents and I was not allowed to see such a scene.

In fact, the alkali dike is not high, it seems to be three or four meters, but how can there be a way out when the head is low? I heard adults say that the road was covered with blood. I have been red all my life, and now I am red.

To say that the front ditch and the back ditch of the village are all red, everyone knows the old aunt doll, and probably only we are in Grandpa Xi. I have been out of the village for many years, and I don't remember much about my seniority. It should be right to call uncle by age.

Uncle Jinxi is short, lean and energetic, with a pair of curved eyes and a smile when he is not talking. Adults and dolls don't seem to be used to calling him by seniority. They all call him Jin Xi. Regardless of whether we are big or small, he agreed with a smile and laughed into eight.

He is as happy as his name, because he is the umbrella head of our yangko team.

After the New Year's Eve, it is still chilly in spring, but gongs and drums, firecrackers and suona can be seen everywhere in the land of northern Shaanxi. Men and women dressed in colorful clothes, like a colorful dragon, shuttled around every household in the village.

"Along the Door" is actually a New Year greeting with yangko. In front of each cave, there are lively twists and scenes, bamboo fans flying, dry boats overlapping colors, yangko teams and onlookers. The master took out the enamel cake tray and sprinkled colorful tobacco, alcohol and candy for everyone to eat, which was full of fun and joy. It is the monotonous snow and the most beautiful ornament in the loess plateau in winter.

After a kink, the yangko team formed a big circle, and the umbrella head came out slowly in joy, turning the bamboo umbrella in the crowd with one hand and standing in the center of the circle. At that time, the drums were silent and the crowd was silent. Umbrella head open throat:

In the first month, the first month is the first month

Gongs, drums, suona firecrackers.

Colorful people are beaming.

Dance yangko to welcome the new year.

Amid the noise of gongs and drums, the yangko team sang again: "Hey, hey, hey ~ twist a yangko to welcome the New Year."

These lyrics are just an example, four sentences and one paragraph, and one * * * has three or five paragraphs like this. What is really amazing is that Uncle Jinxi's lyrics are now completely made up. According to what happened in each family this year and their expectations for the next year, I improvised a set of words that I wanted to satisfy everyone.

For example, if you meet someone who just got married this year, sing:

On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, there lived a young couple here. Love each other hand in hand, and make money in business.

For example, people who build new kilns this year will sing:

This new kiln is well built, with a ganoderma lucidum on it. Ganoderma lucidum grows well, and there is no shortage of big ingots at home.

For example, if you meet a baby who is studying at home, you can sing:

Your doll studies well and often gets a score of 100. When I graduated from college, I was assigned to the State Council.

Fu Bixing is handy, and little humor is everywhere, which inadvertently makes everyone burst into laughter. Sing to the hearts of family members, everyone is My Sweetie.

By the way, this yangko is actually familiar to everyone. It is during the Spring Festival that CCTV always repeats the second paragraph of the Spring Festival overture. It is a symphony adapted by composer Li Huanzhi on the basis of collecting folk songs in northern Shaanxi during Yan 'an period. When I heard it in a foreign land, I always burst into tears. This piece belongs to China, but also to northern Shaanxi.

Later, I went back to the village to see Jin Xi, an old man in his 70s, with gray hair and wrinkles, no longer standing up straight and his voice was clear. But that warm smile has never changed, and he can still count the changes in the front village and the back ditch. I think I may have made a mistake. If there is still a venue for yangko, he can turn an umbrella into wind and improvise to bring prosperity and blessings to every household.

There are still many red people like them in the village, and there are also many in the Loess Plateau.

The yellow land is vast and barren, but they are struggling, struggling to live a bright color on it. Just like a thin Shandandan, there is a fresh and strong flower.