The camp is about forty kilometers away from our town, but buses can only reach the nearest town called Josen.

It is about 10 kilometers from Joquan Town to the village of Okoyeong. But just these ten kilometers of muddy mountain roads are a nightmare for all vehicles.

If a vehicle gets trapped, it can't be towed out by ordinary vehicles, except for large machinery such as rolling mills or bulldozers.

Needless to say, potholes are naturally there.

In addition, there is one of the most significant characteristics of the big potholes on this mountain road, that is, the potholes on the road are relatively deep and dense, and the word "pit depth is large" is very apt.

A casual pit can trap one tire of an ordinary vehicle into it, not to mention so many pits!

If it rains again, people will not dare to walk on the road, not knowing that one foot will step on the pit and trip over a big heel!

As the saying goes, rely on the mountain to eat the mountain, and rely on the water to eat the water.

Relying on this potholed mountain road, the villagers were given another means of getting rich - "motorized". In fact, to put it bluntly, it is similar to today's taxi industry, and the amount is ...... In fact, it is more accurate and appropriate to describe the "black car" industry.

It is to use a motorcycle to carry people through this rugged mountain road, 2 yuan per person, and it will rise during the New Year, after all, no one wants to come out to work during the New Year, and the biggest source of power will only be interests.

When I was young, I also had the experience of returning to the village with my mother, but I was never very impressed. This experience allowed me to truly appreciate the meaning of the word "rugged" in Chinese textbooks.

In the words of Mr. Dandan, it was "quite rugged".

My mother negotiated the price with the driver of the "motorcycle" in the village, and my mother and I each took a motorcycle and headed for the village.

Maybe for my mother, I was full of infinite excitement and ardent hope for my family and my grandfather. It is appropriate to use a well-known poem to describe the mother's mood:

The Lingwaiyin book is broken, and the winter repeats the spring.

The hometown is even more timid, and he doesn't dare to ask anyone.

But for me, it's the feeling of riding a motorcycle that is the most intuitive:

The first feeling is a bump, as if saying a word will make the upper and lower teeth collide back and forth, if you talk too much, you may bite your tongue, so silently tell yourself - to keep your mouth shut;

Then, the motorcycle body "twisted" irregularly, and the "twisting" of my whole body never stopped, although it was not as hot, exaggerated, and frequent "electric buttocks" as the men and women in the nightclub followed the rhythm of the music, but every time I remember, I knew that this was to lay the foundation for one day going to the nightclub, but - I have never used it yet.

In the end, it was slow, slow to the extreme—slow! More than 10 kilometers on a motorcycle, hard walking for 1 hour!

If you were to describe this journey to a madman, it would be just one sentence: Oh, the cake seller!

The moment I got out of the car, I felt like I had "back pain and leg cramps", as if I had worked all night - coolie!

My grandfather's yard was huge, the size of half a football field.

In recent years, the children have been married, and the old couple has lived a relatively prosperous life.

The yard is home to all kinds of small animals - sheep, geese, ducks, chickens, dogs, pigs...... If you were to put it now, it would be a small "farmer"!

However, their living conditions are still very poor, and the living conditions are still very poor.

Why?

This was a major characteristic of the rural peasants at that time, they had all kinds of domestic animals at home, and the grain was produced and sold by themselves, and when they wanted to improve their food, they slaughtered a livestock at will, and there was no shortage of food and drink, but there was no money.

The main root cause is that the traffic conditions are very inconvenient, and the road can be fully reflected from the beginning. As a result, the liquidity of food and livestock is also poor.

Can't you sell it to the people in the village for some money?

You think, every family is self-sufficient, who would buy other people's things? Moreover, everyone has no money to spare, and there is nothing they can do if they want to!

There may be friends who will ask, don't you have any deposits?

At that time, someone would have retorted:

If you don't have any money, what can you deposit?

It's going to cost two bucks to go to the bank in town!

Later, in order to solve the "three rural" problems, the country used to play the slogan for a long time - if you want to get rich, build roads first, have fewer children and raise more pigs!

The courtyard of my grandmother's house is enclosed by an earthen wall more than one meter high. To put it bluntly, it's the height of two adobes.

The gate of the courtyard is made of several arm-thick tree trunks tied with iron wire into the shape of a "well", erected on the side of the wall of the two walls, and the door can be lifted when entering and exiting.

In fact, this is true not only of Grandma's family, but of the entire village.

Even the house they live in is made of adobe, and the height is only about two meters, and for an adult male who is about 1.7 meters tall, the roof can be reached by raising his hand.

The appearance of the windows is more retro, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the same as the windows in costume dramas, it is simply a completely retro version!

The window frame is a hollow pattern carved with various wooden techniques, and then sanded and pasted on top of the pattern with paper. If it's windy, you can hear the sound of "woo-woo-woo" during the day.

Here I suddenly thought of a couplet, to be precise, an upper couplet, which is the only one in the life of the famous Qing Dynasty writer Ji Xiaolan who did not have a couplet.

One day, the sandpaper on the window of Ji Xiaolan's house was broken and needed to be repaired. When his eldest lady was pasting the window with sandpaper, she suddenly got a couplet, and she recited it to compare Ji Xiaolan, and the couplet was called:

Sandpaper paste windows, all Kongming Zhuge (Zhuge bright).

Unexpectedly, this absolute stumped Ji Xiaolan, and until the sixty years of Qianlong, when his wife Ma died, he never matched this couplet.

He once said sadly in front of his wife's grave: "My wife, Ji Yun is wise and wise, I never wanted to be embarrassed by my wife's association, although this is a big regret in my life, but my wife has used this to make Ji Yun remember Mrs. for treating me with kindness!"

Although many literary masters in later generations have made neat couplets, it will be a matter of one or two hundred years after all......