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Two earthen and stone grass huts under the tree lived an old man, the old man's head was bald and crooked, and his generation was extremely long, and the villagers called him crooked. Red orange yellow weaving house low top low, chicken scratching grass eaves, rain rushing wall soil, soil wall ditch a few mushroom grass, soil strips, endless life, windward swaying.
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The courtyard is made of rubble, the courtyard has no door, and a porcelain pot cactus on the wall is dry in winter, and the number of green years does not die, and the seasonal flowers are brilliant. Blue purple gray all I call crooked head the third generation of the old man, usually the most afraid of its hot cigarette nest, big long cigarette pole, when happy to burn you, knock you a little, although funny, but very afraid, every time you hide.
He was young and strong, not ugly, married, a gentleman and a daughter, and another daughter, and if he wanted the boy to fail, he would get drunk with alcohol, and he would scold women when he was drunk, beat women, and suddenly one day, his daughter-in-law eloped with his daughter. When his daughter-in-law left, he was more fierce in his drinking, and he often talked wildly in the streets, killing and messing around. When the east is crooked, when it lies outside the door. After gradually becoming silent, he was depressed, and the sun came out early, until the twilight of the square, and the shape was single.
Later, there was less alcohol and more smoke, thin back hair, wrinkled face, and a poor family. Only the lively place is not close, the sound of sheng song is not heard, usually, often remotely head the village entrance, the fireworks in the hands are endless. When I was young, although the fish and flesh were not abundant, I looked forward to the date and broke my hand.
After a small year, people come and go, boiling taro candy, making tofu, steaming Steamed Buns, Croquettes, writing Spring League, and no idle time. Windows such as sieve large, wooden frame, no door and no yarn, frame paint purple paint, has been peeled off the old, winter hay to block the wind, summer to grass ventilation. However, the ground is damp and moldy, dirty pillows, coupled with the smell of smoke oil, people smell and cover their noses, and they leave quickly.
Boil sugar every day, get up early, chop wood, wash red taro, stalk barley malt. First, 30 to 50 catties of red taro, wash and cook into a sand tank, grind it into a mud with a wooden stick, crush the malt and mix well, let the jar mouth cover cloth ferment quietly, then squeeze the juice with a coarse cloth, and then put the sugar juice into the pot and bring it to a boil over high heat. In winter, raw barley malt must be careful, cold and easy to freeze, cool but not long, more taboo oil star, oil is easy to rot, from soaking wheat to bud Qi, it must be twenty days, half careless. The stranded taro, on the other hand, must be energetic, and every halfway through, the holder of the stick will breathe and steam and sweat. The father is crippled and young, and when he boils sugar, he asks his neighbors for help, and he waits for him with wine at noon.
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