Dachengzi and his mother returned to the oil mill production team from their grandmother's house in Daqingshan, and it was the end of September of the lunar calendar.

The frost in the middle of the year has passed, and the fields have lost their former vitality, and have become yellow and bleak.

The howling north wind came early, like a seasonal wandering monster, swirling day and night over the countryside with a shrill whistling sound.

Took away the roof of someone's thatched hut, blew off the nest of poplar branches, and sent countless flocks of geese back to the south.

Regarding the memories of my childhood hometown, the color of early winter is grayish-yellow and lazy.

There is also the setting sun, and there are also echoes of geese.

There are brides in red jackets, mounds with paper flags, and lonely cooking smoke under the blue sky.

There is also a grandmother who spins a cotton wheel, a mother who dries dried red taro, a male danan who sings local dramas, and a blind man who counts everything in his past and future lives.

The colors, sounds, and tastes of nostalgia are all flowers that bloom in a barren life.

Although it has long since withered, it will never be forgotten.

The first to welcome Chengzi's return were the two sworn friends of Goudan and Bolt.

One person sat on the threshold of Chengzi's house, and the pockets of his cotton coat were stuffed with hairy chestnuts and ginger candy given by his mother Wei Lan.

They are all specialties in Daqingshan, and when you go to your mother's house, you have to bring some hope back to the children in the village, which is already the customary rule of Wangjia Dazhuang.

"Mom! we're out playing!"

Dachengzi couldn't hold back for a long time, he had too many adventures and experiences to show off to his two friends.

"Go, remember to come back for dinner!"

Mother Wei Lan has already taken off the new clothes of her relatives, put on a homespun jacket, and is busy inside and out.

Grandma went back to Lao Zhuangzi a few days earlier, and the family was in chaos.

Dad Wang Shichuan is a good hand outside, but the housework is still at the level of a child before school years, and it is not much better than Dachengzi.

The mother cleaned up the house in a hurry, and drove the three babies to the yard, and ran to the pigsty with her own children.

What she is most concerned about now is how the three piglets in the circle look during the half month that she is not at home.

"Got it!"

The little babies waited for this sentence, and disappeared without a trace.

"Gangzi is no longer studying, working in the cowshed!"

Gangzi is the backbone of this group of little babies, during the days when he was away, none of the three children could lead anyone, and there was nothing new in the game, and the idle eggs in boring days hurt.

So just out of the yard of Chengzi's house, the dog bit Mao Li with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, and hurriedly told him the good news.

"Gangzi is happy now! He lives in a cowshed! His father can't beat him anymore!"

The plug added with his head shrunk, a cold snot hanging on his lips.

His torn padded jacket was already on, with only two buttons, and the cuffs of his chest were greasy and greasy with old grease and black.

It's just such a warm dress all winter, and no one has come to clean it up for him, and it's really pitiful for a child without a father!

Before Dachengzi had time to show off his experience at his grandmother's house, the two partners first told him about Gangzi, which made his boss unhappy.

It's like a stinky fart stuffed in his stomach, so that he can only gasp for breath.

But when he heard that Gangzi lived in the cowshed every night, the child suddenly came to his senses again, and his breath was smooth.

At that time, peasant families rarely had extra rooms and beds, and in winter relatives came to spend the night at home, usually with a bed covered and a pile of straw, sleeping under the pot.

When it's not too cold, make do with the bunk directly next to the haystack in the yard for the night.

This novel way of sleeping is too tempting for Chengzi, and every time she stalks and squeezes with relatives and adults.

Therefore, Gangzi slept in the cowshed, which made him have too many reveries, and he also left the old things of his grandmother's house behind.

"Let's go find Gangzi!"

Dachengzi's new clothes haven't been taken off yet, and he is much more confident in front of the dog and the plug.

The three little babies stopped being verbose and went straight to the threshing floor of the production team.

The cowshed with earthen walls and grass roofs is next to the pigsty, and opposite is the team's warehouse and the collective dormitory of the young sisters.

When they came to the cowshed, Gangzi and Tian Ye were cleaning up the cow dung in the house.

In winter, the weeds wither, there is no need to go out to graze every day, and there are no more cowflies and mosquitoes that have killed people.

Therefore, this season of the year is the most idle time for the cowherds of the production team.

Every morning and evening, the oxen are pulled to the pond to replenish drinking water, and the straw on the side of the oxen pile has to be managed day and night, and the heaviest labor is to clean up the cow dung.

A large lump of mud was in the dirt of the cowshed, which needed to be cleared out with a shovel cart.

Fortunately, cow dung is not like the dung of other animals, there is no foul smell, and there is a bit of forage fragrance, and it is still a hot fuel after drying.

Herdsmen in Inner Mongolia, Tibet and other border ethnic minority areas usually cook butter tea and stew beef and mutton in the wild, mostly using local materials and using cow dung cakes as firewood for cooking.

"Little bunnies, I don't want to go to school and study, I want to poke the cow's ass! Hurry up! Look at your bear-like appearance, you haven't eaten in the morning!"

Tian Ye pushed the wheelbarrow station where the dung was transported, and when he saw the three bear babies shrinking their heads and coming to the cowshed, he pointed at Sang and scolded Huai.

Gangzi is bending down to use his strength to eat, shoveling cow dung with a shovel!

The poor Dagangzi is not much taller than the shovel handle, and it is usually difficult to pick up the big shovel, and asking him to shovel cow dung is to dig the mud.

Shoveling around to shovel cow dung slippery loaches are just shovels that can't get on Gangzi.

"Get out of the way! With your virtue, if you don't go back to study and read, you won't have to poke your butt in the future! My old cowherd won't accept apprentices like you!"

The cowherd Tian Ye seems to be settling the old account of stealing plums with Gangzi, and like the grandson who scolded him, this bear baby didn't even dare to let out a fart.

could only stand aside pitifully and handed the shovel to Tian Ye.

Jiang is still old and spicy! But when he saw the old cowherd dividing five by two, two shovels and one spread, and the manure pulled down by five ploughing oxen overnight, he cleaned up all the work of half a bag of cigarettes.

Then he pushed the wheelbarrow full of cow dung and went to the septic tank behind the house.

"Wait outside! The old cowherd will be gone soon!"

Gangzi finally relented and greeted the three subordinates softly.

But he was dragged with a pair of rag shoes, and his gray cloth trouser legs were stained with a little cow dung.

The buttons of the thin jacket were all gone, and he was tied with a belt of straw rope to ward off the cold of early winter.

Judging from the appearance, the fucking boy Da Gangzi is now a serious little herd, and it seems that he has also got the true inheritance of the old cowherd Tian Ye, and their style and temperament are becoming more and more similar.

The old ploughing cattle in the cowshed were all bullied, and Dachengzi didn't pay attention to getting too close to the bull next to him, and was pushed to the ground by its sharp horns.

was originally afraid of the old cow, but suddenly after this blow, Dachengzi was scared stupid, and even escaped from the cowshed.

The self-confidence brought back from returning from my grandmother's house was also swept away with the fecal ashes all over my body.

Tian Ye came back from delivering cow dung, leaned the wheelbarrow against the earthen wall to dry, and while sweeping the cotton clothes stained with dung and grass clippings, he explained the next errand to Gangzi.

"Don't forget to water twice at noon and at night! Remember to refill the forage on time! If the old cow dies of thirst, you can't afford to lose your house if it sells!"

"I see. Gang Zi replied coaxingly.

As a small herding cattle, the cow dung shovel can't move, and these idle differences in water and material should be out of the question.

"Fuck the skins!If you don't study well, you have to poke your ass when you grow up!Hahaha!"

Tian Ye showed a kind smile at this time, rubbed it on the "chicken nest head" of each baby, and went home happily.

Gangzi came to life at this time, searched out the hairy chestnut ginger candy in the pockets of the three imps, and devoured them all.

"Gangzi, where do you sleep?"

After the fear, Dachengzi remembered the purpose of this trip, so he asked him repeatedly.

And the dog egg and the plug drooped the corners of their mouths, looking full of grievances.

The autumn breeze that finally came from Chengzi's house was divided by the boss in half, but they dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, it's really difficult to be a man!

"Come with me!"

The old cowherd was not there, Gangzi was the Bull Demon King, and he proudly brought the three followers back into the cowshed.

This time I have a long memory, Dachengzi walked along the earthen wall, more than a zhang away from the old cows.

He subconsciously wanted the dog and the plug to be close to the cow stake, so that they could also taste the horns.

The whole cowshed is three continuous adobe houses, with five ploughing cattle tethered on one side and dry straw piled on the other, which is also fodder for the cattle for the winter.

Climb up the wooden ladder to the haystack, and you will come to the place where Gangzi sleeps every night.

A bed of broken quilts, the tiled grass exudes a rich fragrance, and it is enough for the area of a room.

Such a place to sleep, and in winter there are no mosquitoes, it is enough to roll on it at night.

The three little babies were not ambiguous, and rolled directly on it, and then played a game of jumping on the trampoline.

waited until he was tired of playing, and then honestly sat down beside Gangzi.

"It's a pleasure to sleep here! I'll come here at night!"

This is Dachengzi's heart-wrenching words, from the first time he saw this "Bull Demon King" dormitory, he was envious to death.

In the past, when Mao Ya and Gangzi were not in school, everyone used to play a game.

Build a house on an old elm tree at the entrance of the village, and prepare to live in it at night, like a magpie on the branches.

Unexpectedly, this good wish, Da Gangzi was the first to come true, and it seems that being a small herd is also a very fast thing.

Today's Dachengzi has left his desire to become a monk and is obsessed with this stinky old cowshed.

"Come here too!"

"We're all here!

The dog egg and the plug released their previous suspicions and competed to flatter Gangzi.

For Da Gangzi at that time, he squeezed his fart every winter by pounding his legs with his brothers.

The nest in the haystack of the cowshed was the only pleasure of his little cattle herding life, and if he lived here permanently, he might grow a few centimeters more in a winter.