Old Uncle Liu(4)
His current daily work has not changed much from when he was in Pear Wo, as usual, he will go up the mountain to collect firewood, more than before, as if Old Uncle Liu is afraid that he will be sorry for me if he picks less. Until the dry firewood was piled up into a hill to prevent people from entering and leaving, and worried about the fire, I said, "Don't get firewood anymore!" ”
Uncle Liu said: "Then I go to the field to pick up vegetable leaves, and chickens like to eat vegetable leaves." ”
I couldn't stop him from running outside, presumably because he stayed at home in a panic. For a while, I even deliberately joked with Wang Bing: "You all guess, whether Old Uncle Liu has had a sexual encounter outside, or he has a crush on someone." ”
"Old ghosts are hard to say!" Wang Bing answered happily.
That year, Wang Bing was only fifteen years old, ignorant and ignorant. He has long had a lot of confrontation with Old Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu also never bothered with children. With great strength, he carried a bundle of firewood home, and did not stop and immediately turned back to pick up Wang Bing halfway. Uncle Liu was having fun in my chicken farm, his complexion was getting better every day, and his cheeks began to grow a little meat, and gradually became rosy. Occasionally, when he was idle, he would also talk to me about some of the things he had encountered outside collecting firewood and picking vegetable leaves. There was actually an old woman, and they pulled chicken vegetables in the same field, helped each other to fill it, and helped her carry her shoulders. According to the personality, I suspect that Uncle Liu will help her carry her home first and then carry us back, and I am not convenient to say that it is broken. I once thought that Uncle Liu really had something to do with the old woman (I had never seen her), but it was also a good thing. It was only a short time before everything returned to normal and no story happened. Even Old Uncle Liu himself suddenly stopped mentioning her.
In 1997, I bought a piece of wasteland in Mazhi Township, Longli County, and then closed the chicken farm in Erge Village. I took Uncle Liu, Wang Bing, Xiao Li and Xiao Luo up the mountain to open up the wilderness. When I first arrived in Longli, I didn't have time to repair the house, and when I was used as a bed on the ground, I slept in a pine forest, and at night I was afraid of the attack of wild beasts, so I pulled a barbed wire fence along the trunk of the pine tree. I woke up early in the morning, my clothes, covers, and people's hair were wet, as if I had soaked in water. The surname Li and luo were very scared, and they checked out for a few days and left.
After more than ten years of getting along, Uncle Liu and I also had conflicts during this period, and he also said a lot of angry words about leaving, but he didn't really leave in the end. Boss Yang of the Ergezhai chicken farm on the opposite door even wanted to dig the foot of the wall, claiming to pay three hundred yuan a month's salary to ask Uncle Liu to go to the barbecue, but he also refused. After we arrived in Longli, the farm was enlarged thirtyfold and the number of personnel increased to fifty-six. Before going to bed at night, young people like to run in groups to nearby villages to tease girls and find places to drink.
Most people love to gamble money. Although I strictly forbid them to gamble, and the system of sticking them on the wall stipulates that gambling money will catch a fine, they still change their tricks to hide in the quilt and play flashlights to gamble.
Uncle Liu did not stick to this vice. His only hobby is smoking old cigarettes. One year, I set a five-point plot and found seeds for him from the washers and let them grow them himself. Our sand and sand soil planting smoke is not good, and then fang lao's second family roadside small pine forest has a long slippery yellow mud slope, the soil is thin, everyone said that planting dry tobacco is the best, smoking with strength. Fang Lao'er gave it to Uncle Liu to plant cigarettes. He bred seedlings and planted hundreds of them.
The harvest of tobacco leaves is really good, but the processing is more laborious. First you have to rub the grass rope, clip the raw tobacco until it is half dry, and then wrap it in bundles every day, saying that it is moistened (otherwise the tobacco leaves are thin), and then open it the next day and then dry it, which needs to be repeated many times. After the sunburned head leaves are thin, not to mention, the strength is small, and good smoke has become a secondary product. The sun is not enough to put aside, it is easy to mold, the color is poor, and it may have to be lost. Processing dry tobacco requires a lot of experienced operators, otherwise we can consider producing and selling it as a farm product, which is stronger than growing food. The boys said, "That's too much trouble! ”
Fortunately, the kung fu did not pay off, busy for several months, Uncle Liu himself planted cigarettes he smoked for four years, sometimes Zhang De, Chen Jicai asked, he generously gave a small bundle. Later, peppers were widely planted, and when there was no spare land, he rushed to buy them.
Old Uncle Liu went to Longli to buy cigarettes or get a haircut, as if there was nothing else. If he goes alone, he always walks. From the boundary of our farm to the 321 National Highway four kilometers, take seven kilometers of the national highway to the county seat, even if he does not delay in Longli at all, it will definitely take half a day to go back and forth. Every time I took the money for the subway and lunch, I deliberately gave more points to facilitate Uncle Liu's pocket money. But he used to bring the money back to me.
He said to me, "Keep it, you can buy a few more bags of salt." ”
Old Uncle Liu only ate a dollar and a bowl of vegetarian powder that did not see oil and flowers at noon on the dam, and rarely nibbled on a steamed bun, and he said that he was not used to eating. For his own thoughts, I feel that Uncle Liu feels that life is already a kind of enjoyment. Every two months he cut his hair, which was not delayed at all. After paying the haircut, he also reported to me on his return, and (as if he had deliberately said it to me and Wang Bing) said that our accounts were clear, and don't let people say that we were corrupt. Sichuanese have a habit of speaking, and in any case the subject "I" loves to use the plural. His hometown has not changed, I left my hometown of Yachi in Renshou County, Sichuan Province in 1968, why don't I bring the same hometown sound from time to time. Every time Uncle Liu spent seven or eight hours on the road for no reason, I repeatedly advised him to prefer to take the car, how to waste saliva or persuade him not to listen.