Yipin Farmer

"Do you want to carry the coffin for someone..." Ting Hui curled his lips, and said simply, "No."

Ting Ke disagreed: "Why don't you do some work? We are not the time to pick and choose."

Tingzhi also disapproves of inviting Tsing Yi, but now is really not the time to pick and choose.

Then the three brothers looked at Ting Shuang together, waiting for him to make up his mind.Ting Shuang also made a living by scratching his head. Although his modern education prevented him from carrying coffins for a living, when it was his or his family's turn to do it, his consciousness was not high enough to be able to do it. degree of frank acceptance.

Rolling his eyes in embarrassment, he saw the spiritual tablet placed in the main room, a flash of inspiration flashed, and he remembered what his mother said when he was dying.Got an idea: "Let's ask Aunt Zhou next door after dinner, and ask her to help me make up my mind."

After dinner, Tingzhi stayed at home to continue studying, while the other three brothers went to the next door for advice.

After hearing this, Aunt Zhou said very simply: "Don't do this, it's not to the point where you can't get along, who would do this."

This kind of work looks simple, but in fact it is not easy to do. Those who are deacons and guards of honor are fine. Those who carry the coffin have to put a bowl of water on the pole and walk smoothly on the rough road without dripping water. It takes a lot of practice. That's fine, let's talk about doing this, what should we do if we get married in the future?

With Aunt Zhou's statement, the brothers firmed up their minds and asked Tsing Yi not to do it.

"Besides, what else is there to do?"

Ting Ke said: "There are still people who can walk to recruit people."

"What are you doing?" Ting Hui didn't quite understand.

Aunt Zhou explained to them that "walkers" are those who drive animals, that is, those who drive animals, who are hired to transport goods. Those with small capital raise one or two groups of mules, and those with large capital raise ten or eight groups of mules, each with four or five mules. The head mule is good at transporting on mountain roads.

"It's not easy to be a sprinter. You need to be physically strong, have experience in going out, be familiar with the customs of various places, and you have to be able to check the weather in advance." Aunt Zhou added.Her father is a porter with rich experience and knowledge, so she is very good at walking.How to put on the pack, pad the saddle, weave the bridle..., the first mule wears a bell, and the second mule wears a baton, walking in order. The sound of the bell is loud. Walking on the mountain road, you can hear it from a long distance, and you can warn each other and remind each other. Give way on the opposite side.

Translated into modern vernacular, it is for long-distance transportation. The string of bells is equivalent to the horn of a modern car. The difference is that the sound of the string of bells is very charming and does not belong to noise pollution.

Ting Shuang quickly made up his mind.

The smoke rises from the kitchen, the twilight covers the earth, the setting sun is poetic, the dusk is picturesque, the distant forests and the twilight, from far to near, there are bursts of beautiful bells, and a long line of mules is walking slowly with steady steps On the ancient road of Xieyang.The most beautifully dressed mule bridle wears a big red velvet flower on the forehead, and a red kick chest hangs on the leather ring on the front chest. The bright red color reflects the sunset in the sky, how romantic, how...

"You can't do it if you are in a hurry..."

Ting Shuang was thinking about it, when the curtain of the back room was lifted, and a village girl came in with a needlework in her hand.She is the eldest daughter of the Zhou family, Dayingzi. She is 15 years old this year. At the age of Jiji, she has not yet talked about marriage. She helps her parents with housework at home and is good at sewing.When the Meng family brothers came over, she was hiding in the back room, but when she heard the talk of rushing, she couldn't help but intervene.

Dayingzi explained to them: "I can't do driving. Last year, Uncle Chen's three eggs went out to chase. They met robbers on the road and their goods were robbed. They finally escaped and encountered heavy fog. They rolled down the narrow mountain road and even The body will never be found."

After listening to her, Ting Shuang's poetic imagination was quickly replaced by the following scene:

A long line of mules was marching on the mountain road, and suddenly a few ferocious gangsters jumped out of the grass on the side of the road, with one eye slantingly covered, the standard villain's one-eyed dragon shape, the costumes and props were very professional, and there were no lines for the appearance. said.

"Hey! This mountain was opened by me, and this road was planted by me. If I want to live from now on, I will save money to buy roads, half of the word "No" will collapse in the root of my tooth, and I will not bury each one with a knife... Hey, I still haven't finished my lines. Don't run away..."

Porters fleeing in all directions, frightened mules and horses...

Click, click, one knife fell, another knife, blood splashed out...

Ting Shuang shuddered, and the beautiful leisure thoughts turned into bubbles and flew away, so she had to give up the idea.

Although long-distance transportation in ancient times was not as prone to car accidents as modern long-distance running. Several people died in a collision on the highway, but the risk was also very high. It is very likely to encounter robbers and robbers, as well as uninvited dense fog and wind. Snow, mudslides, landslides, etc., no matter in ancient times or in modern times, they will visit them from time to time. It is too dangerous. No matter how good the outside is, it is not as good as your own kennel. You should stay at home honestly.

Then he asked the third child: "Apart from these two, is there any other job, such as something that is easier, earns more money, is decent, doesn't have to run far, and is not dangerous."

It is embarrassing to say that people with modern education have such a low level of consciousness, and they only want to do jobs that make more money and less work.

Unsurprisingly, Aunt Zhou and Dayingzi laughed: "There are good jobs like this, such as working as a clerk in a pawnshop and money shop, where the wages are high, but you have to rely on acquaintances to get in. "

Ting Ke said with a smile: "That's not true. Those who look for work in the mouth are all doing their best. The only thing left is to build houses and sheds."

Oh, it’s equivalent to a modern construction team. This doesn’t need to be explained by others. Ting Shuang also understands that many migrant workers from the countryside to the city do this. The risk factor of building houses in ancient times should be lower than in modern times, because there are few people here. There are buildings with more than three floors, so there is no need to climb such high buildings to build a house.

Besides, although the bullying ones are not dangerous, they are cheap slaves. Although the rushing ones are romantic and can travel and see the scenery by the way, they are risky.Neither of these can be done, and the last choice can only be to build a house.

"It's okay to be a coolie. I have plenty of strength." Ting Ke looked at everyone and patted his chest to express his confidence to do well.

Ting Shuang suddenly felt sad. Ting Ke was only a high school student in modern times, but he was going to work in the city as a migrant worker.Looking at junior high school student Ting Zhi, she also lowered her head with red eyes.

Aunt Zhou saw that the brothers were a little sad, and said comfortingly: "It is good for people to suffer a little when they are young. The county town is close to home, and it is not too tiring to build a house. After the building is completed, the host will give you an extra reward. It is not bad. "

Ting Shuang nodded silently, and when she looked up, she saw that the needlework in Dayingzi's hand was very strange, as if it was sewn with rags.

"what is this?"

Dayingzi spread out the things in his hands and said, "This is a Baijia clothes for the second little sew of the old Liu's family in the village east."

"It seems to be rags." Ting Shuang touched it with her hands. All kinds of rags were neatly stitched and neatly stitched. After ironing them, they were flat and they looked beautiful and delicate. Amazing her craftsmanship and care.

"Using the leftover rags to make large pieces can make many things, such as sewing quilt covers, sewing hundreds of clothes, paddy field clothes, making purses and sachets, and making insoles, all of which can be made of rags." Dayingzi smiled and gave him explain.

The next day, Ting Shuang made breakfast and sent Ting Ke to go to work, and then went to work in the fields, cutting pig grass, feeding pigs and chickens.Ting Zhi carried a few pieces of dry food and walked twenty miles to school to study, and Ting Hui carried bamboo baskets to the mountains to pick mushrooms, and returned home before evening, with uncontrollable excitement and excitement on his face.

Ting Shuang couldn't help asking: "Have you dug up gold? Are you so happy?"

"It's almost like gold." Ting Hui put down the basket excitedly, and took out a dark red umbrella plant from his arms.

"What is this?" Ting Shuang took it in his hand and looked left and right, it looked a bit like some kind of rare medicinal material.

"Is this Ganoderma lucidum?" Ting Hui was full of longing. If it was Ganoderma lucidum, it would be a small fortune.You can buy meat and wine, and then build a house and have your own room. Ting Ke grinds his teeth, Ting Shuang talks in his sleep, like singing a big show every night, so noisy that he can't sleep.

Ting Shuang was also very excited. If it is true that Ganoderma lucidum can make a fortune, he can buy seeds, chickens and ducks, fruit saplings, farm tools and so on.However, he didn't major in botany, so he was not sure after looking at it, so he took it to Ma Yaozi's house and asked Uncle Yaozi to have a look.

Ma Yaozi took a look at the thing and said with certainty, "This is a poisonous mushroom."

"Really... no way..." Ting Hui's hopes were dashed, and he was at a loss for words.

"I've taken medicine for so many years and still can't see?" Ma Yaozi gave him a look, very dissatisfied that his eyesight was being questioned. "This kind of mushroom looks very beautiful, and its color is also bright. People who don't know it will regard it as Ganoderma lucidum. In fact, it's really called Tianwang umbrella. It can be dried and crushed, and mixed with a little powder in water, it can numb a wild boar. It's a big quantity It will kill people. You go to the mountains to collect mushrooms these days, but you haven’t picked any poisonous ones, have you?”

"No. We didn't dare to touch those brightly colored ones." Ting Shuang said quickly, he had also seen what poisonous mushrooms looked like on TV and in books, and carefully inspected the mushrooms he picked, and found no problems. Now Recognizing poisonous mushrooms as Ganoderma lucidum is too much to make money.

Ma Yaozi's youngest son, Goudan, is the most mischievous. He joked with them, "I can't even tell the difference between poisonous mushrooms and Ganoderma lucidum. I really have no eyesight, hehe..."

Seeing that he looked down on him, Ting Hui was very unconvinced, rolled his eyes, and said, "It's actually very useful for me to pick this."

"What's the use?"

"Put this thing in the stove, it can emit a smell that makes people weak and weak, and ghosts dare not come in. Do you know that there is a female ghost who has been squatting at the mouth of the chimney, and enters the house from the chimney to drill Into someone's bed..." Ting Hui deliberately exaggerated the atmosphere, and said in a subdued voice, "Red hair and green eyes specialize in pinching boys' dicks."

Goudan was frightened and ran away clutching his crotch.Everyone laughed.

Ting Shuang smiled and scolded him: "You are still naughty at such an age, what are you doing to scare children?"

"He was the one who laughed at me first."

Ma Yaozi said with a smile: "Someday you will go up the mountain with me and learn to recognize herbs."

Ting Hui quickly nodded and agreed: "Okay, I like going up the mountain to play the most."

Ting Shuang knocked him on the head: "I want you to learn to pick herbs and mushrooms, don't just play for fun."

Ting Hui followed Ting Shuang back home dejectedly.Seeing him carefully put away the poisonous mushrooms, he felt a little strange: "Why don't you throw them away?"

"You don't understand, take a little of this and dissolve it in water to use as an anesthetic. When I find time, I'll go up and down the mountain to trap, maybe I can get a hare, pheasant or something."

Ting Hui cheered up again immediately: "Then we can eat meat, these days I'm going to have birds in my mouth."

Ting Shuang laughed at him: "Where is your mouth fading out of birds, you are almost fading out of poisonous snakes and beasts. Just now at Uncle Yao's house, you saw that the feather duster was drooling so much that you could water two acres of land."

"How can such a thing happen? You are talking nonsense." Although Ting Hui had a thick skin, he couldn't bear it anymore, and punched him with a blushing face.

In Changping County, Ting Ke built a house with a group of uncles and brothers. He had no skills, so he could only work as a small laborer to do some manual work.He picked up the iron and followed the others to dig the foundation. The shovel was flying up and down, throwing out the soil clods, and finally threw off his shirt, and went into battle shirtless, with a layer of sweat on his delicate skin.

The other workers liked him very much when they saw that he spared no effort and never cheated.

When the foundation is dug well, it is tamping. The position of the load-bearing wall is first laid with a thick layer of sand, and then tamped.

A large stone roller weighing more than 200 kilograms was tied with four thick bars, and four strong young men carried the bars, lifted the stones and lowered them, and tamped the foundation.

Ramming is a labor of strength, and the column requires skill. The foreman personally directs the large logs more than one foot high used to support the beams of the house, and pulls them up with a large rope.The foreman commanded, a dozen boys pulled the big rope hard, and began to tilt down with too much force. The guys below tried their best to stabilize the fork pole, but the big log still fell down, but the strength and speed of the smashing were delayed.

It was the first time for Tingke to do this kind of work. Seeing the huge log falling towards him, he was frightened and at a loss.

The author has something to say: When it comes to dialects, I didn’t want to comment at first, so I’d like to explain.

"Small" in a certain dialect does not describe the size of an object, but refers to a boy.A little voice. "Da Da Er" refers to the eldest son of a certain family.

Second little refers to second son, third little, fourth little, and so on.

It's not the third sound, the pronunciation...cough...I can't tell...o(╯□╰)o

In the same way, the girl's name is Nier, and she also has a voice, big Nier, Er Nier, San Nier...

Married women are called Zhang X's family, the eldest son's family, the second Xiaoer's family...Of course this is called by the elders.

Wangtian, the dialect is really not easy to explain...