Pan Tianyi carried a bunch of black fungus in his blue T-shirt. When he passed by Guo Yang's house, he found that the third grandmother's house had bought a 17-inch black and white TV. It was said that Guo Yang's father had sent money to buy it from outside. Several children from the east of the village came over to take a look curiously. As soon as Pan Tian saw that the Pan Liang brothers were also watching the TV news with great interest in the hall, he quietly joined them.
"The arrow of time points to 1996, when many volcanoes in the Pacific Rim of Volcanoes erupted. The eruption of the Popocatepetl volcano in Mexico killed dozens of local people; the eruption of the Soputan volcano in Indonesia also caused serious consequences to local residents. Huge losses of life and property; the U.S. Pacific Seventh Fleet received special orders to prepare to send the USS Independence and the Nimitz aircraft carrier battle group to the Western Pacific in the name of humanitarian assistance..."
Pan Tianyi watched the black-and-white TV screen with curiosity. From time to time, the screen flashed with long lines of snowflakes, moving from top to bottom. The children around were staring at the TV quietly, so as not to worry about missing the shot. Guo Yang quietly begged the third master next to him to change the channel and watch Journey to the West or something. Perhaps the third master likes to read military news, so he was glaring at Guo Yang with a straight face to make him quiet for a while. He turned his head and watched the news broadcast with a serious face.
After the news was played, Guo Yang quickly and skillfully turned the TV channel switch and selected an East Henan channel that was playing "Journey to the West". At this time, the third master stood up and was about to walk out of the house. When he saw Dao Pantian carrying a lot of fungus in his pocket, he had a bad idea.
"Tianyi, I picked so many black fungus, stay here, and the third master will make fungus soup for you!"
"No, who are you kidding? I didn't even keep any of the fish I caught in Xihe last time. You all ate them!"
When Pan Tian remembered that the fish he caught last time was not in his mouth, he felt distressed. He would have taken it home and asked his mother to make fish soup. This time I would never be fooled again. I covered the fungus tightly in my pocket with my little hands, said angrily and ran home in a hurry.
At noon the next day, Pan Tianyi was entertaining himself in his yard. Next to his dirty calves were lumps of khaki mud and a large, packed tractor. The four large drum wheels of the tractor were connected by smooth wooden sticks, and the body seemed to be relatively tall and powerful. A long "deep trench" was dug in front of Pan Tianyi, on which a small bridge was built with wooden sticks and covered with tung tree leaves and a layer of mud. The midday sun shines on the mud tractor, and the water is constantly evaporated. The mud slowly dries and hardens, as if it is always ready to crush the small bridge in front of it.
There was a long roar in the blue sky. Pantian raised his face, blocked the sun with his hands, and looked at the sky. A white fighter jet appeared from the northeast and was flying toward the southwest of the motherland. It drew a long white arc thousands of miles above the sky and finally disappeared into the sky.
"Tianyi, pick the bamboo shoots hanging on the wall of the courtyard!" Liu Chunlan was cooking lunch in the kitchen, and wisps of smoke came out from the chimney on the roof.
"Oh..." Pan Tian stood up and walked to a corner of the courtyard, which was full of home-cooked vegetables, including leeks, eggplants, beans, tomatoes, etc. The winter squash is hanging on the wall. Its yellow skin looks like a cantaloupe. When paired with tomatoes for stir-fry, it tastes super crispy and unforgettable. Pan Tianyi picked a golden winter squash and walked to the kitchen with it in his arms.
Tianyi's mother wears a black coarse cloth apron around her waist and stands bent over the chopping board. She holds a rolling stick in her flour-covered hands and rolls out the dough vigorously. As usual, she makes noodles at noon.
The main room thought of the loud horn sound. A square dark gray tape recorder seemed to be malfunctioning again. Pan Tianyi's father patted it with his hand and it seemed to be playing the radio normally again. There is a box of light blue loose cigarettes placed on the red wooden table. It has been opened for a long time, and there seem to be four or five yellowed cigarettes left, lying in disorder in the box. Pan Tianyi's father frowned and looked intently at the small account book in his hand. He held a pen in his right hand and kept calculating in the book, how many kilograms of cotton were produced per acre, how much corn and soybeans were sold for, etc.
"Deaf man, why don't you sell cotton for thousands of dollars!" At this time, a young man slowly walked into the yard carrying a large porcelain bowl, showing his mouth full of yellow teeth, and looked at the plate with a lewd smile. Jade also called her by her nickname.
It was the dressed-up dad who came, with short hair and a gray-and-white striped T-shirt, giving him a rather unruly look. However, he and Pan Yu had a pretty good relationship. They went to construction sites together and did odd jobs together during the off-season, and they helped each other a lot. It is said that Panliang's grandfather used to be a small landowner. He seemed to be very good at farming and was very capable. His family planted more than ten acres of large fields and raised two large cattle. He was probably a relatively wealthy family in Panlong Village. .
"You tilt your head, you're eating so early! You're settling accounts. No matter how you calculate it, it's not as tall as your wheat straw, it's like a small house." Panyu responded, putting down the pamphlet in her hand.
"Where are there so many? Let's sell all these grains and livestock tomorrow morning and prepare to find a partner for Panliang!" Panliang's father said proudly. He seemed to bring up this topic every time he chatted with others, "Oh my god." It's time to get ready as soon as you're almost ten years old..." He turned his head and looked at the door of the kitchen, his mouth seemed to be in need of a beating again.
Pan Tianyi stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at Pan Liang's father with disgust on his face. He did not dare to come to the main room for fear that others would always tease him.
Panyu picked up the loose cigarettes on the table, smoked one and handed it to Panliang's father. And he picked up the cigarette without politeness, took out a matchbox from his trouser pocket, lit the cigarette and started smoking.
There was silence in the main room for a while, and a broadcast about the situation in the Taiwan Strait sounded from the radio on the table...
A gust of autumn wind blew by, and a withered yellow poplar leaf began to fall off from the treetop, drawing wavy lines in the air, and finally fell on the bumpy asphalt road.
An old man with a white beard wearing a gray gown, holding a wooden cane in his hand, followed a beautiful girl. The girl wore simple ancient makeup, an off-white cross-collar top embroidered with patterns unique to heaven, and pale pink linen wide-leg pants. She walked gracefully and elegantly, as beautiful as a fairy. The old man and the young man walked on the asphalt road in the countryside and became a beautiful scenery. Villagers passing by cast curious glances at these strange outsiders and pointed at them; some villagers even thought that they came from the county town and were dressed much more fashionably than in the countryside, so they were not surprised.
In the evening they passed by Panlong Village, where an old Guanye Temple that had been abandoned for a long time was standing alone in the fields in the north of the village. There were mottled marks on the green brick wall. The old man with a white beard pushed open the faded temple door, and a musty earthy smell hit his face.
This old man with a white beard, let’s call him Xu Fu for the time being, is good at fortune-telling and fortune-telling for villagers. On his back is a wooden square box wrapped with a layer of cloth. The cloth is embroidered with a Yin-Yang chart of the Zhouyi. One line: Carry forward traditional culture and gain insight into the mystery of destiny.
"Grandpa Huang, this place is so dirty! Do you want to live here tonight?" Let's call that beautiful girl Avon for the time being. At this time, there was a look of worry on her face, mainly because she was afraid that grandpa wouldn't be able to stand it here. The environment is dirty and humid. However, this worry seems to be unnecessary. Xu negative took out a shining sphere from the suitcase. After inputting a series of numbers, it immediately floated into the air, then rotated around the room and scanned the room with a beam. The insects, ants, rats, snakes, rotten dust and lint were all cleaned up, and the temple suddenly looked brand new and very clean!
"Haha... In order not to cause any accidents, I'll just follow the villagers' living habits for a few days!" Xu Ning looked at Avon kindly, and an inexplicable joy came over him, "I've wronged you little princess, at night you It’s better to go back to the Nuwa ship and rest! Don’t worry about me..."
"Grandpa Huang, are you sure that little boy is the person we are looking for?" Avon gently brushed the jade bracelet on his left wrist, a beam of light appeared out of thin air, and several special wooden chairs appeared in front of him, and he He pulled up a chair and sat on it.
"Alas... things are unpredictable! Some people and things, you have to try your best to be yourself, and try to control and develop in a good direction." Emperor Xu negative looked at Avon expectantly and encouraged her. "This three-dimensional world will suppress the spirituality and perception of four-dimensional life! Don't be too showy in this world. Once an accident occurs, the gods in heaven cannot reverse the laws of time and space of the Creator!"
"Oh..." Avon lowered her head thoughtfully after listening to Grandpa Huang's words.
If the left eye twitches, it means wealth; if the right eye twitches, it means disaster.
This proverb has been circulating among the people.
Pan Tianyi's mother, Liu Chunlan, was sitting on the wooden bed in the east room of the main room. A red cloth bag was placed on the bed, filled with RMB 50 cents and 10 yuan and 50 yuan. She stared blankly at the piles of money she had saved for a long time. Her eyelids were drooped. This was caused by long-term crying. of. Liu Chunlan came to her senses, took out a stack of three hundred yuan that she had just counted from her pocket, and carefully tied it up with a strip of cloth. This was left for Hong'er's tuition and miscellaneous fees. Sister Tianyi was already in the second grade of junior high school. I have to pay tuition again after this summer vacation.
"Why is my right eyelid always twitching recently..." Liu Chunlan muttered to herself, pressed her temples with her hands, got up and walked to the middle of the main room, picked up her sewing kit and started to get busy. When Sister Tianyi's foam-soled shoes were almost sewn together, Panyu walked into the house from outside with a heavy heart.
"I went to town to buy fertilizer and came back. When I passed Liuzhuang Village, I heard that something happened to your mother's family!"
"What...what...thing?" Liu Chunlan asked stammering with an uneasy heart, as if she had already had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.
"Your father's tricycle overturned on his way to Huaiyang County. Since it happened in the early morning, there were not many people on the road and he didn't notice it until late. He is now lying in Dancheng County People's Hospital and is dying..." Pan Yu said. At this point I could barely make a sound, as if I couldn't believe this.
Pan Tianyi's grandfather had a good craftsmanship and made lanterns for sale during holidays. He usually bought some bamboo to make coir raincoats and straw hats, and traveled forty or fifty miles to sell them. Recently, he rode a small tricycle, carrying I made sour vinegar brewed from sorghum. I got up early in the morning and went to Huaiyang County to sell vinegar. Due to the fog and cold weather in the early morning, I couldn't see the road clearly or it was slippery, causing my car to overturn and freeze all night. The old man, who was originally quite strong and strong, could no longer speak. Fortunately, he met a kind person and sent him to the hospital. When someone brought him paper and pen, Tianyi's grandfather's hands were trembling. , even the written words were almost unrecognizable. It took two days to contact my grandfather’s family.
When Pan Tianyi's mother heard this, her face suddenly turned pale, she turned around to pack her things, and immediately walked to Liuzhuang Village alone.
A few days later, Pan Tianyi’s grandfather passed away...
The bad news that happened at Grandpa Tianyi’s house has just begun!
