Farewell, the hoop leaker who is far away
Wen | Lin Dianzheng
One day in the late autumn, I was staring at the computer code words at home, when suddenly from the door of the community came the sound of the "Porphyrin Lang Lang" of the cargo lang drum. As soon as I listened, it was like a shot of chicken blood, and I immediately came to the spirit, and rushed down the stairs in three steps and two steps.
Just out of the stairwell, almost collided with a person, fixed his eyes on it, it turned out that his wife came back from buying vegetables. She narrowed her eyes in surprise and said, "I'm so old, I'm still so rash, why are you in a hurry?" "The hoop is leaking outside, and our flowerpot has been saved, can I not be in a hurry?"
Speaking of flower pots, it evokes a beautiful and anxious memory of mine. It was eight years ago when I moved to a new house, a friend gave me a pot of Junzilan in order to congratulate me on the "joy of housewarming". It was autumn, and although it was not the flower season, the thick and dark green leaves were really unique and eye-catching in the country of incense. What is even more surprising is that the white porcelain pot is large and exquisite, thick and moderate, and the shape is extremely beautiful and generous. Especially outside the flawless white porcelain pot, a circle of antique cloisonné landscape paintings was fired, and in a blank space, a red plum that greeted the snow and frost soared out of the sky and opened up in full bloom, and next to it was a photocopy of Chairman Mao's poem "Bu Suanzi Yongmei": "When the mountain flowers are full, she smiles in the bushes", which looks particularly graceful and magnificent. What is even more surprising is that whenever the Spring Festival comes, it is the blooming period of Junzilan, and she is like a flower messenger, carrying a tree of flowers and coming to celebrate on time. At this time, you look at this pot of flowers, there are gentlemen orchids shining, below there are red plums thriving, red brilliant, green bright eyes, just like the flowers blooming, I don't know how many relatives and friends have won the envy and praise. Unfortunately, in the spring four years ago, when moving from the living room to the balcony, I accidentally touched the corner of the wall, and a crack was touched on the side of the pot (fortunately not on the side of the plum blossom), although the gap was very small, but as soon as I watered it would seep out along the crack, there was no way but to put it on hold. My wife has repeatedly suggested throwing it away because it occupies space, but I have sternly refused, not only because this flowerpot is my beloved thing, but also because it is a gift from a friend, and the love is priceless, how can it be easily discarded and thrown away? I thought that when the hoop leaker came from the street, let him give curium a curium, wouldn't it still be commonly used?
Who knew that this wait was three or four years, during which I did not know how many people were inquired, and so far I have not even seen the shadow of a hoop leaker. Today, I heard the craftsmen walking the streets again, and I couldn't have missed the opportunity. But when he opened his mouth, people said, "If you go back a few years, you have indeed found the right temple door, because I am from the line of dry curium pots and pots." Since four or five years ago, this industry has gradually become unspeakable, and in these two or three years, there is simply no life, often spending a day to go around two or three villages, and I can't get any work, I know that this line can't be mixed, so I changed my career to repair umbrellas and shoes." Disappointed, I walked back depressed. As I walked, behind me suddenly came the sound of "squeaking-- " drilling holes in a flashlight, which suddenly pulled my thoughts back to more than half a century ago.
That was in the early seventies of the last century. At that time, the bowls and pots used in the kitchens of rural families were basically pottery products fired from clay, which were bulky, ugly and fragile. Later, at the neighbor's aunt's house, my mother saw that the people had bought a set of "five sets of pots" (a kind of five ceramic porcelain pots arranged from large to small) at the supply and marketing cooperative, and they had to go home and boast about it. Say that this kind of pot is specially made for housewives, both beautiful and applicable, snow white porcelain, smooth skin, beautiful and generous, look at it is comfortable; large washable vegetable noodles, the second pot can also wash vegetables and can hold vegetables and soup, the third basin below the small basin, can hold dry food or boiled vegetables as a vegetable bowl, a good can not say. As soon as I heard it, I knew that my mother really liked this "five sets of pots". But at that time, I had just joined the work for a few years, and I didn't know many people, so what relationship could I find! There was no way, I had to take this matter to heart and wait until I had the opportunity to talk about it.
After returning to the unit, one day in the office to talk about this matter, technician Xiao Wang said: "I heard that the driver of the team can buy 'five sets of basins', I also want to buy a set, there is a chance we can ask." As soon as I listened, my excited heart "hissed" and jumped, and without saying a word, I pulled him up and ran towards the convoy.
When I came to the door of the convoy, I happened to meet Master Liu, who was running a long distance, coming out of the parking lot. When he asked, Master Liu said happily, "Okay, no problem." However, don't worry, as long as you don't marry your daughter-in-law and wait for it, you can see well, and you are guaranteed to complete the task! Why can't we be in a hurry? Because I had to wait until I received the waybill in the direction of Jinan, I could unload the goods and go to Zibo on the way back to buy it for you. As soon as we both listened, a stone in our hearts fell to the ground.
Before I knew it, two or three weeks had passed. One evening, I was cleaning up the table and preparing to leave work, when Xiao Wang stepped in from outside: "Hurry up, Master Liu brought the pot back and told us to hurry up and get it!" As soon as I listened, I ignored nothing, took his hand and ran to the parking lot. I thought, this is good, see the "five sets of basins", the mother should be happy.
When I held the "five sets of pots" in front of my mother after work at the end of the month, sure enough, my mother's face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum, brilliant. She used her right hand with her middle finger to wear a thimble, gently patting this, tapping that, listening to the pleasant sound of this "Zheng Zheng Zheng" dragging a long vibrato, looking at the burnt color and beautiful pattern, like a child, love it, and her heart is full of flowers.
Who knew that when he came home from work again half a year later, when he saw his mother for the first time, he felt that his mother's look was a little wrong. When Ping Su came home, her mother was always happy, asking this and that, and her mouth could not stay idle for a moment. The hand is busier, taking this, looking for that, putting the good things and the west that I usually don't want to eat in front of me, and busy making food for me. Today, it was unusual, and his face was full of frustration and remorse. "Mom, what's wrong with you?" I asked anxiously. "Well, let's go and have a look." She said with her chin pointing to the cupboard. I went over and opened the door to see that the no. 1 large basin, which was the most suitable of the five sets of basins, had broken into several pieces and piled up in the corner of the cupboard. My heart suddenly relaxed, and as I picked up the broken basin and walked outside, I said, "I should be a big deal, the old ones don't go, the new ones don't come, isn't it four or five dollars?" I'll buy you a new set of no, what are you going to do with these broken porcelain tile stubble, don't you want to throw it away? When my mother heard this, she turned her little foot in front of me: "You child, four or five yuan is not money?" With these four or five yuan, we can cut seven or eight pounds of pork, and we can have a good year. Besides, this pot is new, I am not rare enough, quickly put it there, wait for the hoop leaker on the street, tell him to curium a curium, to ensure that it is not worse than the new use. "I knew I couldn't help my mother, so I obediently put the broken basin back in place."
Coincidentally, the next morning, just after eating, there was a shouting sound of "curium pot curium pot curium urine can" from the street. As soon as I listened, I picked up the broken basin and went out the door. When I came to the street, an old man in his fifties or sixties was sitting in front of the stall that had just been set up, smoking a cigarette, waiting for customers to come to the door. I stepped forward and handed him the broken basin and asked, "Master, please look at it, can this be curium?" He put the broken basin on the ground, put the broken pieces of porcelain piece by piece, measured it, there was no defect, looked up and said: "No problem." "Then you give curium." "Good!" With a promise in his mouth, he took out a long strip of flat cloth like a bandage from the toolbox like a trick, wrapped the upper edge of the broken porcelain pot placed on the ground twice, and carefully and vigorously tightened the pot and fastened it. Then, carefully picking up the broken basin with both hands, firmly sandwiching it between the legs, and then holding a small hammer to gently knock along the broken gap, when seeing that all the gaps were tightly aligned, he picked up a hand to pull a simple small drill and drilled a hole at a suitable distance from the gap. Just listen to the "tu la tu la" for a while, a hole is drilled. Then, from an iron box in the toolbox, he took out a hammer that had been prepared and gently tapped it into the drill hole with a small hammer. Then position the hammer in a cross flower and the gap, and drill another hole in the outside of the claw that is close to the other end of the hammer. After a while, the hole at this end was also drilled, and just listening to the small hammer beating, this hammer was firmly cured. So the cycle goes on and on, and within a few bags of cigarettes, the whole basin is cured. Finally, he dug something like lime paste out of a small bucket with his hand, smeared it along the crevices and around the hammers, and handed it to me while saying, "Okay, look at it." I took a look around in my hand and learned that my mother picked up a small stone and gently knocked it around the basin. The sound of breaking the lhasa is very different from the original pleasant sound of "Zheng Zheng Zheng". He asked doubtfully, "I can't hear the sound right, can't I still leak water?" "You little brother is really funny, can the broken thing be compared with the new and intact thing?" Just like the clothes you wear, torn a hole, sewn a seam to mend, you can still wear it, but it is very different from the new, unbroken. Don't talk about me, no matter how high the hoop leaker, the broken pots and broken cans out of curium are not willing to knock out the same sound as the new or the whole intact. I can't tell you the most profound truth, but that's the general idea. But you can rest assured, keep you as a new use, if the water leaks again, the next time I come again, you can find me, I will give you a new one! "As soon as I listened, I had a bottom in my heart. At this time, I saw a long line of pots and pans waiting for curium in front of the stall, in order not to affect others, I quickly paid for it, and walked home happily with the pot.
When I got home, I handed the basin to my mother, who had been waiting for a long time: "Mom, how do you see curium?" The mother took the basin and patted it with her hand and said, "Very good, how much did it cost?" "A total of 26 curiums were hammered, and he said that this was the first job to open today, and the discount, as long as the money for 20 hammers - eight cents." When my mother heard this, she said happily: "You still bought a new set, and it only cost 8 cents, isn't this new and useful?" As soon as my mother's words fell silent, a scoop of water I scooped had been poured into the basin. The mother was stunned: "What are you doing here?" "Try not to leak water!" "Oh, you don't know, this hoop leak is a cliché, very famous in our area, good attitude, high craftsmanship, low salary, everyone can trust him." As soon as he arrived in our village, there was endless work waiting for him, and he could not pull out his legs for three days and two days. Do you think whose pots and pans are not mud-fired, the pots are not cast in pig iron, and for a long time there are bowls and pots that do not touch the edge of the pot, so it is common to beat a pot, break a pot, or even leak a pot, you say his business can not be hot? Don't look less at these people with the word 'craftsman', whether it is carpenters, bricklayers, blacksmiths, or small furnace makers, dyeers, hoop leakers, etc., are some people with brilliant brains and ingenious minds, people with a craft and a unique job, without going to the production team to work hard and sweat, can beautifully feed a family, and also eat delicious and spicy. These people are skilled craftsmen in the countryside and people who can never be separated from the people's lives. ”
My mother's words sounded very far-sighted and reasonable at the time. Who would have thought that the vicissitudes of just a few decades would be incompatible with reality and very different. I searched for two or three years for a pot, and I didn't even see the shadow of a hoop leaker. If my mother were alive, she would be inexplicably surprised.
Thinking of this, I couldn't figure it out, so I had to go home full of entanglements. As soon as I entered the door, my wife was cooking in the kitchen, and without looking back, she asked, "Have you found the hoop leaker?" "Don't mention it, it's another bamboo basket to hit the water and empty." As soon as I looked up, as if I had discovered a new continent, the kitchen was full of bright and shiny new utensils, and for a moment I couldn't open my eyes. Spotlessly wiped range hoods and gas cookers have become the standard of modern kitchens; kitchen utensils such as pots and pans made of new materials such as plastic, steel, stainless steel, etc., as well as stainless steel large wash basins installed during decoration, as well as rice cookers, pressure cookers, electric hot pots, etc., are both beautiful and durable. Before these things touched the eyeballs all day, how could I just ignore them? When my wife saw me standing there stupidly, she nodded my nose and said, "Big Biaozi, tell me to see, you have been calling the hoop leaker all day to be fascinated." You look closely with wide eyes, the kitchen supplies are all high-tech products now, who still uses those pottery products that are both bulky and ugly and easy to beat and fragile? What do you want your eyes to do? You don't see that with the development of society and the progress of science and technology, new materials and new processes emerge in an endless stream, and are closely related to people's lives, seamless docking, bringing earth-shaking changes to people's eating, living, and wearing. Not only the hoop leakers, but those carpenters, bricklayers, small furnace makers, and other carpenters, bricklayers, small furnace makers, and other craftsmen who were active and prosperous in the vast urban and rural areas of those years were already or faced with the fate of being laid off and changing their professions and surviving in name only, which was the inevitable result of social development and the progress of the times, do you understand? “
The wife deserves to be a teacher, and she talks one by one. After she said this, and then looked at the furnishings and supplies in her own kitchen, my heart suddenly opened up.
So I went to the window, waved into the distance, and shouted, "Farewell, Hoop Leaker." May you adapt to the times, find another way, and embark on a new journey of a happy life! ”
About author:Lin Dianzheng, male, from Qixia City, Shandong Province (currently living in Beijing). He is a member of the Shandong Provincial Prose Literature Association, the Qixia Writers Association and the Prose Literature Society. Since childhood, he has loved to read, advocated literature, read books, had word codes, just cultivated, did not ask about the harvest, is the greatest hobby and fun in life. His works have appeared in many newspapers or platforms such as China Textile News, Shandong Jiaotong Daily, Shandong Workers Daily, Yantai Daily, Muping Today, Sweet Qixia, Capital Literature, Qilu Literature, Qinghai Lake, Xiaguang, Changchun Lake, etc., and many articles have won awards. Some works won the "Laibo King Cup" the fourth "Jiaodong Prose Annual Selection (2021)" "Love Hometown. Jiaodong Prose Hometown Chronicle Non-Fiction Writing Competition Excellence Award and "Jiaodong Prose Annual Selection (2022)" Excellence Award and the third prize of the Qixia City Celebration of the Centenary of the Founding of the Party Essay Contest, and his works were selected for the "Jiaodong Prose Twelve Houses Lin Dian Main Volume" and "Yellow Sea Prose Biennial Selection". He is a dreamer on the literary road who has never changed his mind.
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