Li Jing is a teacher at Linyi No. 4 Middle School. Born in the countryside, raised in a farmhouse, melon and dried painting characters in the tiles, stones in the mountains. Mourn your parents, give birth to me. Enough food and clothing, send me to school. Learn to be a teacher and behave in the world. Ploughing the altar of apricots is thirty-year-old, and I dare not say that the peach and plum world is perfect, but I am also dedicated to educating people and cherishing the grace of nurturing. Twilight goes to the morning word for the code, the code word picks up the flower, and the degree of the present.
The grandmothers in the alley
Text/Li Jing
These grandmothers were my neighborhood when I was a child, and when I was a child, I was referring to the seventies and eighties of the last century. The street refers to a small alley in a remote mountain village in southeastern Lu. In the hutong, there are six families surnamed Zhao, Sun, Zhang and Li, and the old ladies with the back of their heads holding the little children, and on the basis of generations, I call them grandmothers. The cooking smoke from the grandmothers had long since dissipated into the wind of the wilderness. The stories of the grandmothers are still alive in the vicissitudes of the alley.
Grandma Zhao "shouts chicken"
Grandma Zhao, who has yellow face and thin muscles, is the first "tweeter" in the village. The sun hid on the other side of the mountain, and the twilight qi was four," the chicken perched in the womb, the cattle and sheep returned to the house," so the mountain village was good, Grandma Zhao was shocked, a reed hen "did not return to the clouds" but did not return! Grandma Zhao's first priority is to "shout chicken" (the meaning of finding chicken).
One scene:
Grandma Zhao hurriedly panicked and walked to the intersection.
(White) The east neighbors and the west house, the front street and the back alley, the reed flower hen of the family wandered to whose house, the reed flower - the mushroom head word - the long tail - who saw it! Who saw it, Gong told me, Gong told me, I appreciated ha.....
(As soon as Grandma Zhao "opened the gong", the little girls who were playing "Eagle Catching Chickens" flew to the scene.) ）
Act 2:
(After a cup of tea) Grandma Zhao's face is sullen (Section: one will clap her hands, one will clap her legs):
(White) Whoever closed my reed hen, don't let me know, you hurry up and release it! (more than a dozen times)
If you don't put it out again, you can pout (Linyi dialect: scolding)——
(The adults passed by indifferently, and the little girls looked up expectantly.) ）
Three acts:
(After a cup of tea) Grandma Zhao had an extra wooden board and a knife in her hand (Section: Rhythmic collision of knife plates) (the little ladies retreated) Grandma Zhao scolded:
(White) The prostitute who closed the reed chicken, that seed, you hurry to release it! You hurry up and release it! If you eat your chicken and choke you to death, you must not die, the Family will not die well, the family will not die well, and if you don't release it again, you won't be able to get past tonight.
(Voice-over: Erzhu, go home for dinner- Sannizi, go home to eat-)
Four Acts:
Grandma Zhao's grandson brought a small square stool and put it under Grandma's ass, and Grandma Zhao sat down, looking decadent.
(White) It's dark, don't stay in the reed chicken of the night, let it go, the family still expects the eggs it lays to be exchanged for salt, and the gong will be good...
Curtain: The lights are turned off behind closed doors, the countryside is in the peaceful night, and the chicken people and dogs have also entered a sweet sleep.
Grandma "Egg Protector"
Soon after going to school, I heard Teacher Zhang Chuanyu say: The chicken ass of the Gong family is the bank of the Gong family. Hi, the cock ass of the Gong family may also become someone else's bank. If you're bold, someone else's chicken butt could also become your ration.
Grandma Sun's second daughter-in-law (we call her second aunt) found that the eggs in the chicken nest were not enough for four or five days, and several hens laid eggs in the family, and the shell color, egg type, and egg production of the eggs laid by which hens had a detailed account in her heart. The gate of the "Pengmen Tsurudo" does not block the villain. The strong laborers have to go to the ground to earn work, the older children go to school, and the smaller ones follow their grandmothers. The work left, the school left, no one insisted on it, the grandmother was entrusted by the daughter-in-law, and for several days she paid special attention to the wind and grass of the son's house in the west neighbor, a slight "creak", the grandmother immediately tiptoed the little foot to turn over, and the son's family left the door shaft and shrugged! When approaching, the three grandmothers in the West Hutong ,tracheitis) were pulling the door with one hand, and there were five or six eggs in the scoop of one hand, and the third grandmother was frightened and colorless, and when she saw that only Grandma Sun was alone, she immediately pretended to shout: The chickens of the family ran to your son's house to lay eggs, don't worry about it! Grandma Sun was a well-known "stuffy gourd" and had to go home in a huff. The second aunt came back from the ground to get the information, so she went straight to the third grandmother's house, "neck" The third grandmother "pulled the bellows" and said slyly: "Yes---------------------------------------------------------------------- And the eggshells on the ground are all pointed! The second aunt took out an oval egg and fell to the ground! Threatened: "Whoever went to my house to "recognize the egg", I smashed her leg lame! The second aunt thinks that the mother-in-law's "egg protection" has merit, fierce heart, with two eggs (an egg can be exchanged for a book) fried two large plates of leeks, put the pepper plate, the adults eat addictive; the plate of eggs that did not put peppers is more, and the children eat to relieve hunger. The grandmother sitting on the top table was not proud, looking at the seven or eight children and grandchildren with joy on her face, and only put a little leek in her bowl.
Grandma Zhang's "belligerence"
Grandma Zhang looks like a tough guy, with high cheekbones and a dark complexion. Ever since I heard from adults that Grandpa Zhang was a soldier of the Kuomintang, I have decided in my heart that bandits are like Grandpa Zhang. Although Grandpa Zhang always smiled kindly at our little ones. Their aunts and uncles seem to have gone to the northeast as soon as they grew up, and there is no picture of them eating together as a big family in their memory.
Grandma Zhang is "belligerent" and really moving.
She bit the flesh on Grandpa Zhang's calf, letting Grandpa Zhang "Help!" "Shouting loudly through the mountain village, just don't let go!" The neighbors who persuaded the fight crowded the courtyard, and the mother was almost injured by a hook thrown by Grandma Zhang.
When the eldest son broke into the northeast, Grandma Zhang often "moved her hands and feet" to her eldest daughter-in-law.
Grandma Zhang and her eldest son fought a battle, and that battle was earth-shattering, the neighbors were unstable, hysterical, and the ethics were completely lost. The son's family has no son, Grandma Zhang scolds her son for cutting off her children and grandchildren, the son's family has two daughters, and Grandma Zhang scolds her son and daughter for "Ga Gang" (adultery). The opening scene is naturally Grandma Zhang's home, lips and tongues, tearing hands and kicks; until the son is really overwhelmed, the blood veins are stretched, pick up the mother-in-law, throw her into the patio, and break her leg. Three or four grandfathers worked together to drag away their son, and Grandma Zhang's lifelong "civil war" finally ended in her weakening crying and cursing.
That summer, Grandma Zhang guarded the nest alone. Grandma Zhang drank water, all relying on the neighbors to "carry their feet". Grandma Zhang is "belligerent", but she has to "civil war", not only does not take the neighbor as a barrier, but loves the neighbor. One day when I came home from school, I was stopped by Grandma Zhang, who laughed and asked me to carry her half a bucket of water.
The little me, who was less than ten years old, carried her large bucket to her own water tank and scooped the upper half of the bucket, and sent it to her family pot house step by step. When I went out, Grandma Zhang's iron black face was smiling: Xiaona, when you were young, you came to my house every day to drink brown sugar water!
That wheat harvest season, every afternoon after school, if I saw Grandma Zhang sitting at the gate of her house looking at me, I would send her half a bucket of water, hey, the grace of sugar water, when the bucket of water reciprocated.
To tell the truth, it's not that I drank sugar water and forgot to be sweet, I really don't remember drinking sugar water at Grandma Zhang's house. However, a few days ago, talking about this matter, the mother testified: the child in the alley, she likes you, so that you can go to her house to drink sugar water! What the mother said must be true. I also seemed to see myself with pigtails in the sky, sitting in the pot house of Grandma Zhang's house, holding a large pottery bowl, and sweetly drinking sugar water. In that era of "unified supply and unified marketing", white sugar brown sugar was a tight commodity that relied on "supply", and only in the New Year could a family get a pink sugar ticket and buy a pound of brown sugar in the supply and marketing cooperative. And the sugar in the "northeast" seems to be abundant. Grandma Zhang's family has more people in the northeast, and there is more sugar. The most rare thing is that Grandma Zhang is willing to give me a drink.
At the door of Grandma Zhang's house, there is a large stone bench the size of a futon, on which is carved a chessboard of the Chu River han realm, and Grandma Zhang, who has folded her legs, often sits on the chessboard, sitting for most of the day, sitting as a statue.
Second Grandmother "Says"
On summer nights, the wheat fields of the East Ridge, the of the West River, and the male citizens of the shade are seven and eight vertical. The streets and alleys, the aisles under the eaves, are the world of women and children. The street in front of our house was sprinkled clean in the afternoon, and the clothes, futons, and floors were all here to listen to the second grandmother's "talking" (telling stories). The second grandmother of the Ben family looks chubby and has kind eyebrows. The second grandmother's "croak" is very vivid, in your mind, it can't go around, and it is full of branches.
The second grandmother said that everything in heaven and earth is spiritual, there are households with "leaky" (cushioned under the sieve, convenient for leaking utensils), for many years, because the child's nosebleed was casually smeared on it, "the leaky" got popular and "became a spirit", when there was no one in the family, it came down from the wall hanging its sleigh, walked around the patio, and said to itself, "There is no one in the house, down to Gaba Gaba (Linyi dialect means walking)". I was so frightened that I didn't dare to be at home alone for a long time, and I looked at it from time to time at home, and the old "leak" in my house was still hanging on the wall.
The second grandmother said that a long time ago, there was a family surnamed Meng who planted a melon, and the melon seedlings climbed along the wall to the Jiang family to produce a big melon. The melon is ripe, score ah, open a look, there is a white and fat female doll inside, so I gave her a name called Meng JiangNu...
It happened that two gourds were planted in the east neighbor's uncle's house, and the gourd vine climbed to the top of my pig nest and made a large gourd. When the gourd opened the scoop, I was so nervous that I didn't dare to breathe, thinking that there would be a little pink baby girl wearing a belly pocket, and even thought that if a little girl doll really popped out of the gourd, it would also be fought over by the uncle's family! The uncle's family has five sons, and there is no daughter, not to mention that the gourd was planted by the uncle's family.
I held my breath and stared intently—there were only white urns in the gourd, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The lunch dishes of our two families that day were "stir-fried gourd dumplings".
The second grandmother talked about "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai", "Cowherd Weaver Girl", "Little Red Riding Hood"...
For a while, every night when I closed my eyes, butterflies, fairies flew in front of me...
The second grandmother said that when the "running devils" were" in the past, the old people and children hid in the mountains, and their young and strong women made military shoes and pancakes.....
The second grandmother's "croak" nourished my childhood memories.
The second grandmother, who had been laughing all day, cried darkly one day. The third sister went back to her mother's house and cut two pounds of pork, and the second grandmother chopped a little meat and wrapped a dumpling, and the left ones were divided into several small pieces and put in the salt jar for marinating, thinking about coming to Japan for a long time. The white-bearded second grandfather got up in the middle of the night, put the pork on the small red clay stove in the courtyard and cooked it, dipped in salt and ate it all, leaving less than a bowl of soup in the pot. The sky was still dark, and the cries of the second grandmother broke through the tranquility of the mountain village.
Hey, it's all the bane of poverty!
The grandmothers who called my name, tiptoed on their little feet, staggered away, and reached the other side of the sky. Hutongs have also disappeared in the urban changes. I picked up the chicken and dog fragments of the past, coded them into rough hairpins, and set them in the hair of the years, reminiscing about the countryside in the depths of time.
Finalized on November 11, 2021 (Warning: Image from the Internet)