"Pop!" A shoe flew towards Liu Fang and hit Liu Fang on the head.
"Ah..." Liu Fang screamed and quickly held his head.
Liu Xia, who was originally squatting, was so frightened that she couldn't stand up. She sat down on the ground and cried loudly.
"What a thieves, your generation will die... (Yueqing curse dialect)" the master cursed. Then he rushed up and slapped Liu Fang twice.
"Cheap smile!" She scolded and slapped Liu Xia on the head.
"Abba! You Sila is helping me squeeze... (Yueqing: What are you doing)" Well... Liu Xia covered her face and sat on the ground crying.
Liu Fang was helpless and stood there in a daze, his face and body burning with pain.
Neighbors heard the yelling and came to see what was strange.
Liu Gen was so angry that he trembled all over and cursed viciously in Yueqing dialect.
Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. In an instant, various versions spread throughout Liunan Village. Liu Shui and Liu Fang's grandmother also came from home after hearing about it. Liu Shui couldn't help but beat Liu Fang head and face, knocking Liu Fang to the ground.
Liu Fang's mother was at a loss and knelt down facing Liu Gen's family in the main room. "What a sin you have done..." Immediately, he cried loudly.
Liu Fang fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands, bleeding from his nostrils and corners of his mouth, and the pain all over his body made him unconscious.
Suddenly there was a thunder, the sky became dark, and heavy rain poured down. "The typhoon is coming!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and the villagers watching the excitement dispersed.
Liu Fang got up in the violent storm and staggered out. There was no purpose or direction. The broken branches and debris in the wind mixed with the rain beat Liu Fang. Liu Fang couldn't remember whether he slipped or tripped in the muddy water. Suddenly he stumbled down and slipped into the torrent of water. Liu Fang was rolled by the flood and soon lost consciousness.
Liu Fang woke up from the scorching sun, the stimulation of pain, and the bites of mosquitoes. After waking up, Liu Fang's vest was hung on a branch of a willow tree that had been washed down by the flood. The scorching sun burned my body, my mouth was dry, and when I opened my eyes, the sun hurt my eyes. Below him was the clear, slow-flowing river. A group of fish were swimming happily on the river. They looked at Liu Fang through the water as if they were aliens. Liu Fang moved slightly, and the fish swarmed timidly, and then Quickly sank to the bottom of the water.
In the 1980s, the small river water in Wenzhou was not polluted by industrial wastewater such as leather. People washed vegetables and dishes there, and even carried water directly back to drink. Later, I heard from an old man that until the 1990s, snack stall owners selling wontons still went to the river nearby. Get water to make soup. When there are no violent storms, most of them are very docile and flow slowly. Liu Fang swayed vigorously and fell into the river with a splash. A mouthful of cool and stiff river water made Liu Fang feel a sharp pain in his chest and almost made him unable to breathe.
Struggling to climb to the shore, he staggered through the weeds by the river, and a field of Ou oranges (citrus grown in Wenzhou) came into view. Liu Fang ran over regardless of the pain, and picked it up from the ground regardless of the situation. The fruit that was blown down by the typhoon, regardless of the muddy water and orange peel, bit open it forcefully, sucked and chewed with all his strength, and the orange juice and pulp were wolfed down into his stomach. Sweet and sweet is the most appropriate description of that moment.
After eating about a dozen oranges, Liu Fang regained his strength with sugar and water, and then reluctantly walked to the path beside the orange garden. At this moment, his vest and shorts had been dried in the sun, and all he could see were hills and terraced fields. He didn't know where he was, so Liu Fang could only walk along the path. Walking barefoot on the muddy path, he would be hit by stones from time to time, and Liu Fang grimaced in pain. When I walked to a village, I saw an old man boiling sugar on the side of the road with an iron pot. He walked up and bent over and asked, "Grandma" (called "Grandma" in Wenzhou), the sun bird (pronounced in Wenzhou dialect: this where is it)?"
"Jiayu (Ruian), Lijiayang"
"Well, Zizini (thank you), see you tomorrow (goodbye)"
Liu Fang continued to walk alone. Until the sun was setting in the west and he came to a town. The blisters on his feet were broken and the pain was heartbreaking. Liu Fang remembered the feeling of Lin Chong who was sent away in "Water Margin" after his feet were scalded with boiling water while walking. Without food in his stomach, he was already hungry and growling. The fragrant smell of Ruian Shaobing on the street stimulated his taste buds and accelerated his hunger. Liu Fang had eaten this kind of sesame cake bought by his master or his wife more than once on the streets of Yangshi Town. After taking a bite of the roasted sesame cake, the aroma was overflowing. The fat meat wrapped in the cake melted in your mouth. Not greasy...Liu Fang swallowed unconsciously and walked away looking for the smell of sesame cakes.
In the corner of the street, a fat man stood next to a furnace converted from an oil drum. He had a towel hanging around his neck, wiping sweat from time to time, and grabbed a piece of meat wrapped in fat from the chopping board with one hand. The plump white flour sesame seed cake was expertly inserted into it, and then he quickly took it out with his hand, skillfully. Liu Fang's eyes moved along with the man's movements, his head raised and lowered unconsciously, and his feet moved forward uncontrollably until he reached the stove. "Want to buy sesame seed cakes? How many do you want?" The fat sesame seed pancake chef greeted Liu Fang with a habitual smile, and asked Liu Fang while making sesame seed pancakes. Liu Fang lowered his head in silence, swallowing big mouthfuls of saliva, staring at the sesame cake, as if a wolf had seen a sheep (many years later, Liu Fang saw a wolf killing a lamb in the mountains of Xizhou, and he remembered this. I am very hungry for a moment.).
The man looked Liu Fang up and down. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen under his disheveled hair, and the bruised blisters on his feet were bleeding. Noticing Liu Fang's embarrassment, the man took out a roasted pancake with a slightly mushy edge from a basket nearby. The sesame biscuits that were not easy to sell were handed to Liu Fang. Liu Fang picked up the sesame biscuits and swallowed them into his stomach without caring about chewing them carefully. He didn't pay attention to each bite and rolled his eyes because of choking. However, he was very hungry. Liu Fang swallowed it hard, causing his throat to hurt like drinking pepper water. Seeing this, the man quickly used the bowl of water on the chopping board to wet his hands, and scooped up a bowl of water beside the table. Liu Fang grabbed his neck with one hand, took the bowl with the other, and drank it with both hands. , and then let out a long sigh of relief.
Then she said "Zizini" to the man, and then bowed deeply. Said: "Dad, I have no money, I am not a scoundrel (Wenzhou dialect: rogue), I was knocked unconscious by Po Peng Feng (Wenzhou's name for typhoon), I can work to pay for the pancakes." Liu Fang spoke incoherently. said excitedly.
The man laughed loudly after hearing this, and handed over another burnt sesame seed cake. Liu Fang shyly took it and continued to devour it.
