Ma Ru Camp
One morning, I opened my eyes and looked at my mobile phone and jumped out of Ma Ruying's WeChat novel. Read it and see what he wrote. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Smack baba, read it again, smack ba ba again, and secretly say four words in my heart: A little meaningful!
For several days, the first thing I did when I woke up in the morning was to read Ma Ruying's WeChat novel. There is a feeling of addiction. I especially like to read "Martial Blacksmith", "Chang Baode", "Gan Ziyu", "Little Goblin", "Shang Fool" and other articles. However, suddenly one day broke, did not read, faintly felt that this day is a shortcoming of something, a little slightly afraid.
I know, this guy is deliberately hanging people's appetites.
The forest area is a society in itself. At the beginning of the development, there were people from the five elements and eight works of the world, and there was no shortage of stories and legends. Ma Ruying's WeChat novels are all about various characters in the forest area. It involves public security, women's federation directors, broadcasters, trade union officers, old bachelors, blacksmiths, sex ghosts, butchers, madmen, fools, masseurs, and so on. In short, it was something familiar to people he knew. Some read it to tears, some read it half speechless, and some read it and couldn't help but laugh.
From those characters, I saw the special historical background, the humility and helplessness of the individual, the dirtiness and greed, the wit and courage, the kindness and compassion. I also saw the relationship between human destiny and the times. In fact, as a whole, if you combine these WeChat novels together, it is the "big wood" era, the secular style painting of the forest area, which presents the glory and glory, decline and exhaustion, hope and dream of the forest area in the past.
Ma Ruying's WeChat novels, without the taste of alabaster, rouge powder and perfume, have a wild and vulgar original atmosphere, full of bizarre and strange, full of love and hate, full of some things inherent in human nature.
Ma Ruying is my friend, an excellent woodland writer. Looks white and pure, likes to drink small wine. At the wine table, if there is a beautiful woman present, the words he says are inseparable, and the laughter is thin. Attracted everyone's eyes, flickering, only looking at him alone. He understands women's hearts best, has a feminine relationship, and has the heaviest "love" word in his life. Of course, for his friends, he also has a bit of chivalrous energy.
In the forest area, Ma Ruying is a master of "pulling calves". What does "ripping a calf" mean? I don't know, ask me I don't know. But I think the person who can "rip the calf" must know it - you only need to read his WeChat novel, and naturally understand. The means of "pulling the calves" are often witty and humorous language. After reading a few sentences, you can feel that this "calf pulling" master has been smoked by pine oil in the forest area, and he is accustomed to listening to a loud voice and a nonsense, and he grew up in the sound of the trumpet lifting the wood.
Because, only in the woods, that language can be spoken.
Because, only in the forest area, there can be such a culture.
Thank you To Ma Ruying!—— he brought me many different kinds of mornings.
IwaMiaga
In fact, his real name is Iwa Sanyong, but he was called Iwayama Yong by my birth. Because he spoke mandarin with jerky Mandarin, coupled with the harmonic sounds of "three" and "mountain", in the small article "Pu'er Tea Man", I actually wrote it by mistake as Iwayama Yong. However, he did not correct it, nor did he care, what a kind man!
Jingmai Dazhai in Pu'er, Yunnan, is a Dai village that people love at first sight. Dry-column wooden buildings are built on the mountain and live in the clouds. One in the east, one in the west, one in the south, and one in the north, seemingly random buildings actually maintain the traditions and styles inherent in the Dai people. All year round, the village is filled with the aroma of tea, but the aroma of tea is filled with a slow-paced and leisurely atmosphere of life.
In June 2007, I met Iwasanyong at Jingmai Mountain, when he was forty-nine years old. In my memory, the scene of eating tea and talking about tea at his house is still so clear.
Eleven years later, on a drizzly day, Iwami and Iwami were able to meet again, and the look in each other's eyes was full of surprise. At the moment of shaking hands, I could clearly feel his inner excitement, and we couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions.
Yan Sanyong's second daughter Yuxian made tea for us. While we were eating tea, we listened to Yan Sanyong talk about tea and talked about the changes in Jingmai Village. Suddenly, I realized that all the changes in Jingmai Dazhai and Yan Sanyong's house were related to tea.
Between conversations, two swallows shuttled back and forth in the living room. Are you busy doing something? Looking up, on the roof beam is a fairytale swallow's mud nest. The baby swallow occasionally poked out its small head, her eyes blinked, and she opened her small red mouth and made a few chirping sounds. I understood—the swallows were shuttling back and forth, feeding the chicks. The family with swallows nesting must be the family of the good, and the family of the swallow who shuttles must be the family of the happy.
Yuxian also brought us a plate of earth honey for us to taste.
This is a gift from nature—a few days ago, the Jade Immortal retrieved it from a tree cave in Jingmai Mountain. In addition to tea, perhaps, native honey is the best hospitality delicacy of the Dai family.
Yuxian went to university in Kunming, majoring in finance and accounting, which was not her own will, but Abba's intention. After graduation, she did not choose to go to the big city, but returned to Jingmai Village to help Abba take care of the tea ceremony and take care of the accounts. The jade immortal is really capable, not only the accounts are neat and upright, the pen is thick, but also the soil honey, but also the wine. ——Yu Xian has a pair of skillful hands!
Yan Sanyong's family has seventy acres of ancient tea gardens, and the teas produced are all the best ancient tree teas. Eating tea at Iwasanyong's house, I learned that the best of ancient tree tea is a single plant. The so-called single plant, that is, a single plant is harvested, a single plant system, and a single plant is sold. ——Pay attention to the purest to pureest to the most beautiful realm, reject the chaotic atmosphere.
Perhaps, Iwa Sanyong's life pursuit is the same.
Tea has the taste of life, but also the taste of life.
IwasanYong, who is sixty years old this year, has a bronzed complexion that shines brightly. He said he passed on all the tea-making skills to his daughter. And what he has to do is to protect the Jingmai Tea Mountain and protect those ancient tea trees.
Because, tea is everything for tea people.
Zou Heng
Old Zou, Zou Heng, is now more than fifty years old. He has a thin face, wears a pair of glasses, speaks cleanly and neatly, and does not drag mud with water. It turned out that it was engaged in industry, and it was smooth sailing, and it was considered to be the part of the people who got rich first. In the city, Lao Zou's life was peaceful and stable, and there was basically no worries.
However, suddenly one day, Lao Zou was tired of everything in the city and was tired of it. Therefore, after discussing with his daughter-in-law He Fengjuan, let's change the way of life, go to the countryside to make a home, and put our hearts there. He Fengjuan's eyes blinked, looked at him, and then firmly said a word: OK.
Lao Zou drove with He Fengjuan around the Liaodong Mountains for seven days, and finally selected the small waist Ridge Zitun. They picked up a broken house and installed it here, becoming the ninth family of Xiaowailing Zitun. Some villagers ate and laughed, saying that everyone with the ability to move out, but the couple fell in love with this broken place, and moved in with their lives, is it not in the city that they have violated the royal law and evaded something? Old Zou He Fengjuan and his wife pretended not to hear and did not speak. In this way, the days of the countryside began under the suspicious gaze of the little waistling people, who were accompanied by three cows, thirty chickens, fifteen ducks, and two dogs; and the chattering of birds all day long, the hissing and boiling insects, and the stars.
Lao Zou had joined the team in Inner Mongolia, worked as a young man, and knew what was going on in the countryside.
When he joined the queue, Lao Zou used to be a mule smith. The so-called mule smith is the castration - the rural castrater of pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep genitals. Zhu Yuanzhang did not read much and rarely wrote inscriptions, but he wrote an inscription for an eunuch: "Split the road of life and death with both hands, and cut the root of right and wrong with one knife." This is probably the highest honor in the industry. Take the small yak (bull, called yak in the south), the general situation is rough, the breeding management is more difficult, and the sexual desire is strong, it is not easy to get fat, so it must be cut off. When the little yak grows to about one year old, it begins to be in heat. But at this time, it is not possible to be a horse, let it grow by nature for two years, usually until the age of three. The cows after the horses are much more docile, their temper is gone, and their work is more hard-working.
The mastiff is generally carried out on the morning of the spring, and before the mule, the yak must be starved for a day to consume its physical strength, so as not to resist too strongly in the process of the mule.
When Lao Zou brought his daughter-in-law to Xiaowailing Zitun it was exactly spring. Old Zou shook out a tool that had not been used for many years, the mule knife, found a grinding stone, and sharpened it for a night, and at the end, tried the blade of the mule knife, and it was blown and sharp. Old Zou asked the village elder Han to inform the families that those who wanted to pull the cattle could be brought in. The next day, just after dawn, Lao Zou began to work. The village chief and a few villagers beat their hands, and after knocking the yak down, they pressed the head and tied the hooves. Lao Zou's knife technique was powerful, and in three or two minutes, a yak was properly killed by him. Although it made his back sore, Lao Zou was happy.
He Fengjuan watched from the sidelines. - Oh my God, Lao Zou will still do this craft? He's never been shown!
Old Zou was really good, and he had all the yaks of the right age in the village.
Duan Wengang
There are many shrewd people in this world, but loyal people are scarce.
Loyal people are reliable and trustworthy. Duan Wengang, the face of the Chinese character, squinted his eyes into a line with a smile. The mouth is thick, the nose is thick, and the ears are thick. From a distance, the behavior is a bit humble; up close, the face is clearly hidden in the atmosphere of wealth. I've always wondered where he got so much sweat. His back is always sweaty, and the meat nest behind the ear root is always sweaty. It is estimated that some invisible places are also sweaty.
Is the sweat of loyal people also loyal? Don't ask me, ask me I don't know. However, one thing I can say clearly is that loyal people are also loyal to wine, "I did it, you are free!" "------------------------------------------ A neck on your back, a cup. Regardless of the amount of wine, the sincerity and generosity are all in the wine. After three or five cups, I was sweating profusely. So, find peace in the hustle and bustle and open your heart to you. Sometimes we respect a person, not because of his official position or the wealth he holds, but because we respect some precious virtue.
On August 26, 1976, Duan Wengang was born in Duanzhuang Village, Nanxiakou Town, Cangzhou. On that day, the sky above Duanzhuang Village was originally empty, and after a cry, several clouds gathered together, and the thicker they gathered, the thicker they gathered, and the thick clouds buried Duanzhuang Village and did not move. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning tore open a hole in the thick cloud that had buried the village, and the torrential rain fell down hard. Come and go fast. After the rain, a rainbow appeared in the east of the village. Red orange yellow green blue purple. Duan Wengang's father squinted and was overjoyed.
On the boundaries of Cangzhou, the most famous figure was Ji Xiaolan. Ji Xiaolan was the official to the Rebbe Shangshu, with high power and high power, and the one who could lift the dynasty was not erer. Walking in the Hongde Hall, the waves are endless. ——Ji Xiaolan, Ji Da's cigarette bag is a post in the hearts of Cangzhou people.
Duan Wengang's name was given to his father. Small names and big names are called Wengang. Cangzhou is a place close to the Bohai Sea, the terrain is low-lying, there are almost no mountains and no ridges, and Gang is the highland in the hearts of Cangzhou people. What is missing—Duan Wengang's father has a wish—to make this newborn son the post of the Duan family, and it is a Wengang, not a Wugang, a post like Ji Xiaolan with a large jujube pole cigarette bag. I hope that my son will have the style of "vibrating clothes and thousands of miles". It seems that Duan Wengang undertook some kind of important mission as soon as he was born.
However, the cigarette bag of the large jujube pole can be copied, but Ji Xiaolan, who has iron teeth and copper teeth, cannot be copied. After all, Duan Wengang did not become a post like Ji Dayan bag, but he became another post.
What is the biggest problem in the world? - Eating. What Duan Wengang did was related to the rice bowl that each of us served, and it was related to each of us's three meals a day. Think about it, modern agriculture relies on three things - seeds, fertilizers and pesticides. Seed fertilizer does not need to be elaborated, pesticides alone, on the one hand, we are denouncing its evil and heinous, on the other hand, for a while and a half really can not completely leave it. Otherwise, the worm mouth is much more ferocious than the population. There are few grains of grain left for the population, and there are few vegetables left for the population. What Duan Wengang did was to prevent insects and eliminate insects, that is, to grab food from the mouth of insects for everyone.
However, medicine is no small matter, and if you don't get it right, you will also kill people. Not loyal people, not loyal products, who dares to play the "Tianfa pesticide - conscience medicine, Tianfa manufacturing" advertisement? Unless you're tired of living. Even if they dare to stand up somewhere, they have long been smashed by deceived people. Man, I'm afraid, has also been flattened. Duan Wengang's "Tianfa" pesticide "has no pesticide taste", is colorless, transparent, low toxicity, degradable, and the insects sniff the food and crackle down. Very strange also. Used fruit farmers have said good, used vegetable farmers have said good, used foresters have said good, don't worry about this and that. Nowadays, there are not many things that everyone says is good. Yes, what age, hello does not necessarily mean that you are good. Why? Why hold on? You can also pick out the bones in the eggs! Not to mention the evil and heinous pesticide.
However, "Tianfa" is an exception.
At a product exhibition on the outskirts of Beijing, "Tianfa" was snapped up by fruit farmers as soon as it appeared. Could it be that Duan Wengang could cast magic? Of course not. Behind the scenes, a fruit farmer pointed to Duan Wengang's generous back and whispered, "Looking at his face, this person is reliable and credible -- he can't do anything that pits people." ”
Duan Wengang pretended not to hear and stole the music. Eyes squint into a line.
In my heart, I feel very comfortable.
Li Qingsong is a writer of ecological literature. He graduated from the Law Department of China University of Political Science and Law in 1987. He has been engaged in the research and creation of ecological literature for a long time, and has published more than 3 million words of ecological literature works and more than ten monographs in newspapers and periodicals such as People's Daily and People's Literature. The main representative works include "Halaha River", "A Pangolin", "Notes on All Things", "Legend of Kiwifruit", "Full of Grains", "Distant Tiger Roar", "A Spirit", "Tea Oil Age", "Earth Ethics", "Founding Forest Reclamation Minister", "Wei Chamomile: Alien Species Invading China" and so on. He has won the National Outstanding Short and Medium Story Reportage Award, the Xu Chi Reportage Award, the Beijing Literature Award, and the Yanoda Ecological Literature Award.