pastoral life

Chuanshandang is a small village, only Shangwan and Xiawan are densely populated. Although the fields in Shangwan and Xiawan are mixed together when they are divided, people on both sides will look down and see each other when they are working in the fields on weekdays. , but people in Shangwan and Xiawan still make a very clear distinction, which can be clearly seen from their attitude towards Wang Mingchuan's incident.

The area in the village, closeness, is sometimes as simple as that.

"The thing about Chuanzi is that the people in Xiawan are making trouble there. Don't take it to heart, you guys, just do what you should do on weekdays, and don't hurt yourself because of anger, good boy, no value!"

Mrs. Jiang was teaching Mingzhu how to put on the soles of his shoes while chatting with him, occasionally saying a few words of enlightenment, while Uncle Jiang was smoking a dry cigarette, spitting out a puff, and taking time to scold him or two.

"You talkative old woman, people and children don't take it to heart, you have to read it here."

"Go to the field ridge, you old man, it's an eyesore!"

Aunt Jiang crossed her waist and scolded Uncle Jiang fiercely. If she was younger, in her teens or 20s, Uncle Jiang would definitely fight with her, but the old couple has reached this age, and he has figured out his wife's temper long ago, and it is different now. She insisted, took the hoe and went to patrol the fields.Although the old man is old, his body is still quite strong. Naturally, he is not needed for the first son in the family to go to the fields. He only likes to carry a hoe and walk around the ridges of the fields to see if there is any piece of mud on the ridges. Tick ​​it, block it immediately.

"Your Uncle Jiang is just an unpleasant person, so don't bother with him."

The aunt pouted at the direction in which her wife was going out, and the deep lines on her face smoothed out a little. Her blood-veined hand was still holding a sewing basket that she refused to let go. Inside were Uncle Jiang's soles and grandson's The bellyband, and... the needlework that accompanied her all her life.

Mingzhu stared blankly, and suddenly felt that this kind of life is actually not bad.

"Why are you so dazed, Mingzhu, no matter what you were like before, now that you are married, you have to learn how to sew well. This family's winter clothes are still made by you. Although the Wang family is struggling, they have to change during the New Year. Put on new clothes, it's unlucky!"

The aunt criticized Mingzhu in a serious manner, and then pulled him to say a lot of things. In the past, if someone told Mingzhu that he had to make clothes by himself one day, he would definitely think that person was crazy, but now...he not only If you want to make clothes by yourself, you have to make pants and shoes, but he seems to be quite happy with it.

"By the way, when will your Chuanzi be able to look at Xin'er?"

"You can watch it tomorrow. I heard from the village chief that there will be special people in the village to watch it, and then go door to door to announce the good news."

Speaking of this, Mingzhu paused. In fact, although he didn't want to admit it, he didn't have any hope for Wang Mingchuan to pass the exam. He didn't know how difficult it was to get a fame in ancient times, but Wang Mingchuan was too late to prepare. Yes, I know, even though I stayed up all night watching it for a while in the days approaching, it is unrealistic to really pass the exam so easily.

"Good boy, do you still have the red paper at home?"

"what?"

When Mingzhu was in a trance, Aunt Jiang suddenly mentioned this, and seeing Mingzhu's reaction, Aunt Jiang pointed at him resentfully, and then took out a square piece of red paper from the cupboard.

"Would you give a red envelope to someone who will bring the good news tomorrow? Take it, don't be so confused in the future, Chuanzi and the others are young, and there is no one in your family to teach this, so I don't understand in the future Remember to come to Auntie's side more often to ask, don't delay things."

Aunt Jiang continued nagging for a long time, until the dog tied in the yard barked.

"Hey, it must be your Chuanzi who came here. That dog knows people. Other children never bark when they come, but they always bark when they see Chuanzi from afar. Tell me, isn't this asking for money?"

The aunt pushed Mingzhu out while saying auspicious words, and she went to the door to see that it was indeed Wang Mingchuan, with a bunch of cubs slanting behind her, watching the scene with a smile on Mingzhu's face. I can't help but hold the sewing basket in my hand and want to speed up the speed of making shoes.

He was in a daze, but he was willing to do the work that these women would do for the whole family.

"Why are you here again?"

Mingzhu went out to meet her, and Wang Mingchuan naturally took the sewing basket in his hand, and took Mingzhu's hand very "by the way".

"I just came to see you after finishing the work in the field. It's getting late, let's go back together."

I knew in my heart that Wang Mingchuan didn't want to see him hurt his hands and eyes by doing too much needlework, and Mingzhu didn't touch it, so he just let him pull him back. Dahe and Xiaohu each led a younger sister and followed behind. The children in a row came out of Aunt Jiang's yard, laughing and making noise and headed home. When the dog tied to the peach tree outside the yard saw Wang Mingchuan, he stood up in a high spirited manner and kept barking:

"Wang!"

"Wang!"

**

After cooking, Mingzhu greeted those little ones to come over for dinner. After the head count was enough, she saw a bruise on Wang Xiaohu's head. He didn't ask at the time, but after all the lights were turned off at night, he couldn't help but take it out and tell Wang Mingchuan Last said.

"Today, I got into a fight with Huang Erwa from Xiawan. Both of them have their faces smeared, so it's not a disadvantage."

He has the impression that Huang Erwa is Huang Bing's younger brother. Mingzhu naturally thinks of the last time someone wanted to kill Wang Dahe and Wang Xiaohu. Crawled over from his side and shrank to Mingzhu's side, still wrapping herself in the quilt and comforting:

"It's not like those people made it up. It's just two kids having a temper tantrum. Fights in the same village are common. Xiaohu is smart and can't suffer."

After Wang Mingchuan said this, Mingzhu naturally wouldn't ask too many questions, after all Wang Xiaohu was his younger brother and Wang Mingchuan would never be worried.

"Tell me, who are those tricksters?"

Maybe Wang Mingchuan changed the direction of sleeping too many times, and Mingzhu didn't care as much as before. In Wang Mingchuan's eyes, this obvious change of attitude was equivalent to a signal that he could make progress. While thinking in his heart, he could try it tonight. Sharing the same quilt is very serious and authentic:

"After all, the people surnamed Wang didn't run away. The only people surnamed Wang in Chuanshandang are our family and Wang Juren. They have already moved to the city. We don't know about other actions. The only nearby village is Fufu. Wang Qingquan's family, you've seen them before, the people you saw on the day your second sister got married."

Mingzhu murmured, in this way, the scope is small. Wang Ju’s family only has the single Miao Miao who hangs his breath. At present, there is no motive to torment Wang Dahe and Wang Xiaohu. In this case, Wang Qingquan’s family is more suspicious. It just so happens that they are Chuanshandang of Fufu Village, and it's normal for children not to know each other.

Just when Mingzhu was thinking about the matter of the Wang family over and over again, a hand was stretched out from under the quilt. Mingzhu was startled. After realizing it, she was so angry that she kicked Wang Mingchuan under the quilt. The child came to be teased, Wang Mingchuan naturally had no reason to let go, he directly clamped the leg that Mingzhu kicked with his legs, and refused to put it back.

"You let go!"

"My lady, why are you so unreasonable? You are the one who stretched it out. Why don't you let me go back later?"

Mingzhu was also different from his lip service, she just pushed Wang Mingchuan with her hand and tried to pull her leg out, but that man was determined not to let go of his leg, and he knew how to seize the opportunity to stretch Mingzhu out. The hands that came to touch him were also taken away, and Mingzhu struggled to the end that her quilt fell to the ground, and Wang Mingchuan pulled him into his quilt.

Mingzhu: ...Rogue!

**

Early the next morning, Wang Mingchuan went to the fields to weed and fertilize before dawn, and he had no intention of staying at home to wait for the results. Those folks who got up early thought he was hopeless this time, so they simply decided to do it. If you don't pay attention, those who are kinder will chat with him about the weather and crops without mentioning the hospital examination. Among them, the people in Shangwan account for more than half, and there are also those in Xiawan who are poisonous. You have to sprinkle a handful of salt on the wound. Willingly.

"Hey, Chuanzi, why don't you stay at home and wait for the messenger to come? I didn't say you, look at those young people in Xiawan, they all wrapped up the red paper bags and got ready early in the morning, tsk tsk tsk, you learn Keep it up, it will come in handy next time!"

Wang Mingchuan was not annoyed when he heard this, he just smiled and agreed to ask you to remind me, what should I do after that, the person who picks things up feels boring seeing that Mingchuan can't make a boring fart with a stick , spit a mouthful of saliva but still do their own thing.

The people in the village don’t have much malice if they say it, it’s just that some of them can’t keep their mouths open. If you really want to say that there are not many people who believe that Mingchuan harmed people, they are just trying to make their mouths lively and follow. Heckling.People in the fields, after a few breaths of tiredness, always want to gossip, and those who are short-lived between the east and the west are always just looking for something to talk about.

Of course, there are some exceptions.

When Wang Mingchuan came home after finishing his farm work, he saw Huang Bing wandering outside his house. He hurried over to check whether his family members were injured. When he got closer, he saw that the gate was closed. Huang Bing didn't even cross the threshold.

"Tsk tsk, Wang Mingchuan, your husband and wife are really virtuous. They locked the door so tightly in broad daylight. I don't know if they are doing something shady behind your back."

Huang Bing was originally uncomfortable because of the closed door at Mingzhu, but he happened to meet Wang Mingchuan who just came back. Although the psychological shadow caused by Wang Mingchuan was still there, he straightened up when he thought of the news he had received. Son.

"Go away."

Seeing that Huang Bing failed to enter the door, Wang Mingchuan was slightly relieved, but when he heard him slander Mingzhu in this way, he immediately turned cold. This person disappears quickly so as not to say bad things for Mingzhu to hear.

"What are you doing?"

Huang Bing vigorously unfolded the red paper folded in half so preciously in his hand, and asked Wang Mingchuan to see it.

"Look, I am ranked 87th in the college examination. Now that I have a reputation as a scholar, I don't even have to kneel down when I meet the county magistrate. What else can you do to me!"

Wang Mingchuan didn't speak, but just looked at Huang Bing with a pair of eyes without distinguishing between emotions and anger. The latter shrank back in fright, but when the person who announced the good news said that he hadn't seen Wang Mingchuan's name, he felt a little more confident, so he He carefully folded his own piece of red paper and put it in his sleeve, then puffed out his chest and pretended to be magnanimous and said:

"Although I haven't failed the exam, I still know that you feel uncomfortable. Anyway, I am a person with fame and fame, so I don't care about you. I just hope that you can behave well in the future and don't toss about these harmful things anymore. Lost the face of scholars."

Wang Mingchuan ignored him. The more you pay attention to such a person, the more aggressive he will be. Ignoring is the best way to resist. Therefore, Wang Mingchuan knocked on the door of his own courtyard directly. After Mingzhu put Wang Mingchuan in, he smiled at Huang Bing, The yin and yang face with white teeth made Huang Bing tremble, and when he was about to return a few words to regain the position, Mingzhu took out a pair of scissors from behind and clicked a few times on Huang Bing's lower body. Reflexively covering his key parts, a piece of paper from his sleeve accidentally fell out, and when Huang Bing was about to bend down to pick it up, a person rushed up behind him:

"Chuanzi! Chuanzi! Mingzhu call your Chuanzi to come out, the courtyard exam, the seventh place in the courtyard exam!"

Fang Tiezhu's voice couldn't hide his excitement, and he didn't see Huang Bing standing there in a hurry, he just rushed over to congratulate Mingzhu, when he passed by Huang Bing, he accidentally stepped on the red paper into the mud.

The author has something to say: Thank you dear for your message. There are still many shortcomings in the text. I hope everyone can point it out in time. It's easy to get up, you guys need to bubble a lot