The canning factory began production in the autumn of the following year, and the site was built on a relatively flat ground in the middle of the road between our village and the town, and many young and middle-aged laborers in the village went to work there, and the villagers no longer had to carry the burden to go outside to shout and sell the mountain fruits harvested every year.

On the day of the opening, the county leaders came to cut the ribbon. In the evening, Mr. Liu and Qiangzi ate at my house, grandma made a few specialty dishes, grandpa accompanied Mr. Liu to drink a lot of wine, Mr. Liu said a little big tongue in the familiar Cantonese Mandarin: "Uncle, I invest in this factory not to return, as long as the money earned by this factory in the future, I will use it in the construction of our village, not for anything else, just for the four brothers!"

In the following years, Mr. Liu not only widened the 10-kilometer mountain road from the town road to the village into an asphalt road, but also turned the dilapidated primary school in the village into four spacious and bright brick classrooms, and leveled a piece of land in front of the school for dozens of children in the village and neighboring villages to use as a venue for entertainment and sports.

Afterwards, Qiangzi said: "In those years, Mr. Liu's business was smooth, and he was also preparing his own household appliance factory in Guangzhou at that time, and investing in this canning factory was a great thing for the villagers, and he really didn't take away a penny of profits. ”

As my range of activities increased, the yard was no longer enough for me to play naughtily, and every day I either chased the hens in the yard up and down, or moved the things in the yard that I could move one by one, and entertained myself by playing various games. The yard was full of my playground and battlefield, or I ran from room to room tirelessly tossing back and forth, and my grandmother didn't yell me as fast as my legs.

The second aunt came back more than the third aunt, and sometimes stayed for a few days, after all, it was close and convenient to come and go. When my second aunt came, my playmate Brother Jun Jun came, and it was also the happiest time for me.

The second aunt will take us to the village to play, there are more friends here, and my friendship with the bastard began at this time.

As soon as the second aunt left, I couldn't go to the entrance of the village to play, so I played around and asked my grandmother to take us there. Uncle appeared at the entrance of the village again, and I was able to play with my friends to my heart's content.

In order to be able to go to play with the bastards, I began to try to lead the uncle to the entrance of the village secretly while my grandmother was away, I took my uncle's left hand and walked forward, and the uncle followed with a chair on his back, and when my grandmother found out, we were already there. My childhood was a happy growth with my uncle all the time.

Later, my grandmother no longer restrained us, there were basically no vehicles at the entrance of the village, and they were all familiar villagers, who would reach out to help when they saw us coming.

The weirdos showed up just a few days ago. My uncle and I came late in the morning, and by the time we arrived, he was already there, sitting on a big rock and smoking, alone and no one cared about him. When he saw the uncle coming, he kept his eyes off the uncle, until the uncle sat down, and then he came to the front and squatted beside the uncle, either smoking or looking at the ground in a daze.

As long as the uncle draws on the ground, he can't take his eyes off it, and if the uncle doesn't paint it, he won't look at it, and then he will wait silently for the next time.

People know that this person is also a curious person or has something in his heart to try his luck, and everyone will not be surprised if they see more such people. The only strange thing is that this person is still squatting there after reading it, and as long as the uncle is there all day, he will not leave. He just looks and thinks alone.

I was going home at noon, and when I led my uncle home, he got on the bicycle parked next to him and left.

In the afternoon, when we arrived, he was there again waiting for us like in the morning. We walked and he went, and no one knew what he did or who he was.

After waiting exactly the same for three days, people began to whisper that this strange man was really persistent, and he couldn't leave without seeing Xiao Si writing.

On the morning of the fourth day, Grandpa Zhang took us out, and the old man would occasionally sit here for a while to chat and joke with the people in the village. When they arrived at the entrance of the village, someone quietly pointed at the strange man and Grandpa Zhang muttered something.

I'm like a wild horse off the reins, and I've been playing our little kid's tricks with a few friends a long time ago.

After the uncle sat down as usual, he waited for a while before drawing on the ground with his cane, and the strange man came up to him and looked down.

The uncle was drawing, and the strange man's head began to shake slightly with the direction of the movement of the crutch, shook a few times, and suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "God!

Without saying a word, the strange man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and quickly and quickly wrapped it around the wound, half of his little finger stuffed into his left hand. The two women who could see clearly next to them screamed loudly.

The strange man ignored it, walked straight to the bicycle, pushed it forward, and flew on the bike and pedaled away.

Things happened suddenly and ended extremely quickly, and in just over twenty seconds, people began to be stunned by the strange and terrifying behavior, and they didn't have time to react.

When the strange man got in the car and left, Grandpa Zhang was the first to run to the uncle, and the uncle was still painting there calmly.

Grandpa Zhang looked at the chaotic traces on the ground and a few drops of bright red blood, and the people who gathered around also saw all this and discussed: "What's going on?" Why did this man bite his finger off?"

"Why is this so scary, what the hell did he see?"

When we children saw the adults surrounding the uncle, we thought that something interesting was happening, and we all ran over to watch.

A young woman ran to my house.

When the panicked grandmother arrived, people told her what had happened, and after listening to it, she took my uncle and me home with a face full of horror, and never allowed my uncle and me to step out of the house again.

Grandma once asked Grandpa Zhang: "Uncle, could that person be called by the 'Short Black' to take revenge on Si'er?" Or will he give our family a dismount?"

Grandpa Zhang pondered for a while and said, "I don't think that weird person is like a hooligan or gangster in society, and he dresses like a banker. ”

For several days, my grandmother kept a strict watch over us, no matter how much I splashed and rolled, to no avail, until more than half a month had passed, and the matter gradually subsided, and there was no follow-up, and my grandmother personally took us to the entrance of the village again.

Since then, the strange man has never been seen again. The rumors of this story can only be told as a thriller scene with no ending.

The clear summer nights are one of my happiest days, and the temperature in the mountains is so low that mosquitoes rarely infest here.

Every day after dinner, the uncle who can't watch TV hugs me in the yard, and I will first touch and pinch the organs on the uncle's face that work and don't work a few times, and mutter to the uncle.

What I remember most clearly is that when I was lying in the crook of my uncle's arm and looking up at the starry sky and the bright moon, I asked a lot of questions about space, the moon, and the stars that my uncle never answered in his life.

I lay in my uncle's arms and asked whimsically, "Uncle, why is the moon one less than the day before yesterday?"

"Uncle, why are there so many stars and it's not bright in the day?"

"How far away is the moon, can I go up and play?"

Every time I was almost asking, my eyelids began to fight, and I fell into my sweet sleep in a daze.

The reason why it is said to be my happiest time is because the most of my childhood memories are the sight of lying in my uncle's arm and counting the stars.

One morning, I woke up much earlier than usual, and I usually slept until the sun dried my butt before my grandmother pulled me out of the bed. That day, when I saw my uncle wearing pants after physiological excretion, I shouted, "Grandma, grandma, I also go to the thatched house!"

My grandmother, who had long been accustomed to getting up at the same time as my uncle, came from the East House when she heard the sound, picked me up from the bed, slapped me lightly on the buttocks, smiled and dressed me, and muttered: "Why did you get up so early today on the first day of junior high school?"

I struggled to keep my grandmother from getting dressed, and said, "I also go to the hut, and I have to sit and go to the hut." "When I was young, I was full of curiosity about everything, even my uncle had to follow the example when he sat in the toilet.

My grandmother forcibly dressed me and said, "You can't sit in the thatched house, your uncle is inconvenient to sit." ”

Where do I care about what three-seven-twenty-one, insisted on sitting, grandpa saw me naughty and shouted, so I had to take out my uncle's childhood for me to use, I happily sat on the small toilet for a long time.

Since then, I have one more stinky problem, whether it is at home or when I am playing at the entrance of the village, as long as I want to urinate and defecate, I will run back and sit and solve it. It wasn't until my parents came back that my father forcibly stopped this stinky problem.