Fengshan Township is neither big nor small. There is a long street running through the market area. The street is paved with green stone slabs. The street is only three to four feet wide. The shops on both sides are civil structures. People live upstairs and shops are used downstairs. Generally speaking, They are all two-story buildings. The small Xuan window on the upper floor supports a bamboo pole or a short rope to dry clothes and the like. The door panels downstairs are removable piece by piece, so that it does not take up space and is convenient for business.
The two ends of this road pass by the road leading to the north and the south. Businessmen in the past passed here because commerce has become more mobile. Although it is a small place in the mountains, there are shops, workshops, and various small shops selling clothes. There are all kinds of things selling sundries, farm tools, even coffins, blacksmiths and the like. Small businesses are organized in a decent manner. Hawker stalls selling various field products are also piled up everywhere. Various small hotels are also rare. The stars are scattered, and there is a slight atmosphere.
There is a small restaurant in the bustling area of the market. Other shops on the street may be one-story or at most two-story. This restaurant stands on the third floor with a high pavilion and is painted gray and pink on the outside. It is very impressive. Relying on this convenience, some people in Fengshan have abandoned farming, but most of the people who cannot benefit from this road still rely on traditional farming, working from sunrise to sunset.
When it got light, Lin Yiniang got up early, thinking that she would quietly let Liang Chuan continue to sleep and go to the market after dinner. Liang Chuan was also a very light sleeper. Besides, he knew yesterday that Yi Niang would go to the market to sell firewood today, so he was even more in no mood to sleep and woke up early.
Both of them were thoughtful people, they knew what the other was thinking, and there was no point in arguing with each other, so they stopped messing around and went outside to sift firewood after dinner.
It is best for firewood to be regular in shape and roughly the same thickness. They are probably as thick as calves and arms. There are many pine and fir trees in Fengshan, and there are also many native cypress trees. These woods themselves are excellent firewood. They are fire-resistant and strong. They emit little smoke when burning, and a lot of charcoal can be collected after burning. It is really The most ideal fuel.
Liang Chuan wanted to carry the back brace by himself, but Lin Yiniang felt sorry for him and said that she would wait until the injuries on her feet and body were healed before letting him do it. It was fine now, and she would have to work hard for a while, so it didn't matter. Lin Yiniang picked more than 80 kilograms of good-quality wood and built it up layer by layer. Liang Chuan looked at the hill-like pile of wood and was secretly shocked. This small body had so much energy that he couldn't even handle it.
The two of them walked in tandem, with Lin Yiniang carrying firewood in front, and Liang Chuan following behind with a cane. Who would know the way to the market, Liang Chuan.
The river in the middle is very wide, about tens of meters wide, with fast currents and a large volume of water. The only bridge that crosses the river is to the north of the village. It was a long and tiring detour, and it was frustrating to go around the river. Looking at the nearby market, the two of them finally arrived after a long time.
It’s almost the end of the New Year, and there is nothing produced in the fields at this time of the year. People in the countryside have brought over the agricultural products they have to sell, and some of them have started to buy the New Year’s products for the end of the year. The street is already bustling with activity. Various snacks are steaming from various food stalls. The stall owners and chefs are shouting vigorously. The vegetable farmers occupy a seat with their own vegetables and squat down to start selling vegetables. Generally, good areas have fixed stalls. The stall owners and owners must pay a little filial piety silver from the village masters every month. This has been like this since ancient times, and it is still used as market management fee! Vendors along the street start their business as soon as they land. Although the township also has the responsibility to maintain the hygiene, renovation and daily order of the street, it will never evict the small vendors all day long and cause chaos. Although the problem of hawkers encroaching on the street has been repeatedly banned, in order to take into account the livelihood of the hawkers, it is generally not advocated to punish the hawkers lightly and roughly. Fengshan Township is a place as big as the palm of your hand, and people in the village can't look up without looking down. There were more or less relatives there a few generations ago, and things can be done without being too rigid.
Lin Yiniang said she was going to squat next to the butcher shop so she could sell firewood there. Liang Chuan looked at the bustling crowd and looked around. It was like a costume drama set, full of extras with excellent acting skills. Life was a drama.
Lin Yiniang guessed that he had been lying at home for a long time. It had been too long since he had come to the village market to see how popular he was. She reached into her chest and took out two copper coins and handed them to Liang Chuan, "Third brother, you haven't been here for too long. , I guess I also want to be lively, so I will find a butcher shop selling firewood later, and you can go around. Take the money, and when you see something you want to eat, go buy some for yourself. You don’t have much money, so you have to think carefully before buying it! If you can’t find me later, look for the butcher. I’ll be right next to the butcher. If you really can’t find it, just wait for me at the door of the highest restaurant. I’ll I’ll wait for you there! OK?”
Liang Chuan was about to look around, but when he heard this he was overjoyed. He pushed back the money Lin Yiniang handed over and said, "No need for it, Yi Niang. I'm not hungry. I'm just going to look around. If you need my help selling firewood, just give me a shout!"
Lin Yiniang carried the firewood and said with a smile: "How else can you help? Take care of yourself and don't cause trouble for me!"
This sentence made Liang Chuan's face turn red, and he said with a sneer: "I just want to take a look around, and I will find you soon..."
Liang Chuan dragged his feet and limped around looking around with interest. Everything was new to him, including those selling tofu skins and tofu on the roadside, fried rice dumplings with fried rice cakes, boiled wontons and noodles, all in the middle of winter. It's steaming hot and so tempting. For the past few months, Liang Chuan has been drinking porridge until his eyes were filled with stars. His huge body became hungry in no time. Seeing these snacks on the street, he became even more greedy. Seeing this snack, you have to turn around and leave. If you don't leave, your stomach will rebel if you don't live up to expectations.
The little lady has to give herself money to eat. She is not blind in this family. Liang Chuan can see everything. Lin Yiniang is frugal and picks such heavy firewood to sell in the market. She is a big man. As long as the gentlemen can't help, forget it. You can't waste that money again.
Liang Chuan looked around as he walked, and suddenly a lot of people gathered around the roadside. People packed the place in circles and circles, and it was suffocating. Liang Chuan is tall and can be seen from a distance outside the crowd. There are two people, a girl and an old man. The old man has a wrinkled face, messy hair and ragged clothes. He is sitting on the ground with his eyes closed. He looks like a dead father. He looked like an old artist on the street, playing an erhu slowly, and standing next to him was a girl. She looked to be in her early teens, with a delicate face, but she may have been malnourished for a long time, and she was skinny and thin. Laji, his face was as dark as a ball of black coal, and if it weren't for his long hair, he would look like a tomboy. The girl plays the wooden flute with a more natural look. Not far in front of the two people, there was a large porcelain bowl with many copper plates in it.
It turned out to be two buskers. There were really many scenes like this in ancient times. I wonder if bullies will appear later and bully men and women.
In that era when spiritual civilization was extremely lacking, not to mention watching a play, even this kind of unremarkable performance would have many people watching. Although many street performers now show off their talents in subway squares and other places, the more you see them, the more you don’t think it is a cultural feast. Treating it as an ordinary performance, Liang Chuan had nowhere to go and just followed the crowd to watch.
The old man obviously overexerted himself in the performance, with a naked expression of a dead father hanging on his face. Although he pulled hard, the tune was very sad. While pulling, he introduced his tragic life experience: "My father and daughter The two of them came from the south and walked north to sell songs. They didn't seek wealth, but wanted to have a good meal. When they passed by the precious land, there was a feeling that the rich people were trying to make money, and the poor people were trying to make money." Liang Chuan listened, and in the story It's kind of interesting, but there's no gimmick, so it won't cost you much. And looking at the reaction of the people nearby, they were also very interested, but not many people threw money, so the reaction was not strong at all.
The old man played hard and finished the song. The people who were watching obviously wanted to just watch the excitement without buying in. When Liang Chuan saw this momentum, he muttered in his heart: "I am really poor. I only have two copper coins, so I threw them all away." , you are better off, a group of people just want to take advantage of others but are not willing to give money." I muttered in my heart, with a look of disdain on my face.
The old man kept pulling and pulling in the same tune, and after listening to it, the audience also figured out why. There was nothing new to see. The people watching around dispersed. The old man didn't fart for a long time, but a little girl was replaced. Liang Chuan took a closer look and saw that the little girl's body was not taken care of, and her body was not open. If she could be carefully trained, She must be a beautiful woman.
The girl had a calm look on her face, playing an erhu in her hand, and singing a short poem in her mouth: "The small characters on the red paper, it's all about doing business."
The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. It’s hard to convey this feeling of melancholy.
The setting sun leans against the west tower alone, and the distant mountains are just opposite the curtain hooks.
The human face is unknown, but the green waves are still flowing eastward.
Liang Chuan didn't know that it was Dr. Yan Shuyan's poem. He only knew that the poem was beautiful and the little girl's voice was so beautiful. After singing the song, others didn't feel anything. Liang Chuan felt it was fresh and couldn't help but clapped his hands and shouted: " good!"
As the Liangchuan man grew stronger, his voice also became extra loud.
This sudden roar was like thunder on the ground. The onlookers were all stunned, their ears were buzzing, and many people were depressed. As for what, this roar made all the entertainers... Without you working so hard, I would be sick. The white eyes in the crowd were like snowflakes, sweeping over him.
There were two little girls who were obviously more elegantly dressed than the people around them. Their clothes were very bright and bright, and their faces were smeared with red gouache. They stood closest to Liang Chuan, and their bodies were shaken by his roar. The two of them probably had never experienced such a shock, their eyes were slightly red, and they looked at Liang Chuan wishing he could eat someone. Liang Chuan is a person who has seen the world. When he worked in the past, the thing he was least afraid of was the glare of the masses.
The girl and the old man were also frightened by Liang Chuan. It was their first time to meet such an enthusiastic audience. Seeing that Liang Chuan was also disabled, they probably thought that this was not a peer. . He didn't know how much money this objective would reward, so he waited eagerly with four eyes.
Liang Chuan slapped his hands so hard that it hurt. The people next to me also wanted to see how much it would cost to like it so much. They looked at it for a long time, but it turned out that the thunder was loud and the rain was small, and it turned out to be a free prostitute! Just applauding without throwing away a penny.
"Sick!" The curses kept coming.
Even the young girl and the old man were embarrassed.
