Wang Jiacheng's nickname is Da Chengzi, and he still remembers that next to his hometown village is the threshing floor of the production team.

The first open-air movie in his life with memories was watched there.

"Two Little Eight Roads" and "Honghu Red Guards", color feature films on the theme of war.

The year was 1978, when the spring breeze of reform was just blowing.

Some Chinese and foreign films, which used to be called "poisonous weeds", have also been lifted.

With the bicycles, donkey carts, or wooden carts of the commune's mobile projectionists, they are regularly screened in various brigades and production teams in the jurisdiction.

It brought too much joy to the culturally hungry rural nights of this period.

The life of the peasants is much better, every household has their own land, raising chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep, and no one will cut the tail of capitalism anymore.

Dachengzi, who has just turned five, can still vaguely remember that his young and hard-working father and mother would plunge into their own fields every day when they returned from work in the team.

It wasn't until the twilight that he returned from picking up his hoe.

Yams, peanuts, bud rice, and mung beans rotate in four seasons, and the production team's work keeps the food rations, keeps their own side jobs in the field, and earns some coarse grain and pocket money to feed the livestock.

The family of three has more than enough food and clothing, and in that era when there is little desire and contentment, there is no comparison, this is already a very happy day.

The task assigned by his mother to Chengzi is that he will take care of the five goats in the family.

Every morning when there is no rain, they are pulled to the hill slope to graze, and then brought back in the evening.

At noon in early summer, my mother would prepare a half-porcelain pot of rice soup for Chengzi to bring to the goats to hydrate.

At that time, the sky was very blue, and standing on the unsheltered dirt slope and looking into the distance, you could see the Dabie Mountains a hundred miles away.

Rolling and undulating, like a dream.

Nariko sometimes asks her mother what it is.

Mom replied, "That's the mountain."

Chengzi asked again what the mountain was and how to get there.

The illiterate mother could no longer answer, so she said that the mountain was far away, and there were hairy monkeys on the mountain, and children could not go.

Every time he returned to his hometown decades later, the Wang family Chengdu had a habit of standing in the place where he was a sheep herder in his childhood and overlooking the four fields.

Except for the dense rooftops of the village, the Dabie Mountains in the distance can no longer be seen.

At that time, both urban and rural, adults and children, had a revolutionary and military complex.

So most of the dolls' daily games are related to fighting.

On the second day after watching "Two Little Eight Roads", more than a dozen wild children in Wangjia Dazhuang who had not yet gone to school launched a fierce battle against the "devil's stronghold" in the poplar forest behind the village.

A bundle of poplar branches was carried behind his back and served as a marching backpack.

Wearing a military hat made of willow branches, and a dog-beating stick in each person's hand, it is a rifle made in Hanyang.

A group of little kids are passionate, and no one wants to be a devil, so they can only compromise with each other and take turns attacking and defending.

The robbery was based on a flooded earth irrigation ditch deep in the woods, and all the children were divided into two groups according to their usual relatives.

Chengzi is in a group with Gangzi, Maoya, Bingzi, and Goudan, and these people are also friends who have played with him since childhood.

Most of the rural irrigation canals in the hilly areas of Jianghuai are connected to machine irrigation stations, and water will only be available during the annual rice planting season.

Therefore, the dry ditch has become a natural trench, with wooden sticks on the ridge, and the mouth is constantly "da-da-da", imitating the sound of machine-gun fire.

These babies are all at the age of changing their teeth, and they don't care about it when they toss it down, and they all have snot and saliva.

The coat with only two buttons remained, and one of them was torn off by a branch, and the little babies were completely intoxicated with the carnival of fighting the invaders.

One strafing "enemy" was not killed, and the original offensive and defensive battles became "white-knuckle battles" in close combat.

Among all the children, Dachengzi is the youngest, and everyone basically ignores his existence.

Therefore, in the "tough battle", "guerrilla warfare", and "jungle shuttle war" on weekdays, Mao Ya, the cousin of the child king, is willing to bring Dachengzi to deal with the errands handed over by the elders, and today is no exception.

With the expansion of the battle line, the style of painting has changed suddenly, and the little babies have changed from the previous game to a group frame.

The dog scratched the face of the bolt, and the gang and the stone were smashed together.

The last button on Zhang San's coat was missing, and the front teeth of the Li family's little baby fell out.

All of a sudden, chickens and dogs jumped in the woods, and there was a lot of crying.

There is no reason to talk about such grievances between children, and in the end, they all go back to their own homes and wait for the final verdict of their own adults.

The third son of the Zhang family, whose buttons fell off, couldn't run away when he went home at night to be served with a stick by his mother.

In the hometown of that era, there would always be someone's little baby every once in a while, crying wolf with a bare buttocks, and being chased from the front of the village to the back of the village by an angry mother or father.

It's like an old country line, forever engraved in the hearts of a generation.

Nariko had been following the older children to join in the fun, and in the middle of the ghost, he left the embankment of the irrigation canal and came to the vicinity of the water intake next to the irrigation station.

There is a large watering hole that connects to the new river outside.

The function of the machine irrigation station is to use the pumping machine to transport the river water from the lower places through the irrigation canal to the high hills.

Five or six-year-old children do not have much sense of risk, and Chengzi retreated while holding a wooden stick and gesturing "point shot", but as soon as his foot missed, he rolled down the earthen embankment of the irrigation canal with a clatter, and planted directly into the muddy puddle.

The fierce battle between the two teams of little babies was in full swing, and no one noticed Chengzi's departure.

After choking on several mouthfuls of muddy water, poor Dachengzi was like a rat falling into a dung pit, and around the four walls of the smooth puddle, he spun in circles.

The mouth of the pit is more than a foot away from the water, and Chengzi will not be able to swim in the water, and no matter how much he struggles, he will not be able to climb ashore.

I could only cry intermittently, crying for help.

But every time he opened his mouth, warm, slightly diesel-smelling muddy water poured into his stomach, adding to the danger of sinking.

Fortunately, it was the height of summer, and Chengzi had no other clothes except a red cloth belly pocket, and the diameter of the puddle was only one zhang square.

Later, I heard from the adults that Chengzi stayed in the puddle for more than an hour, and even kept floating on the water.

It is a rare miracle that he was not drowned, and he must have been blessed by the gods of water and ancestors.

Only my mother thinks that it was the belly pocket that my grandmother sewed by herself that saved Chengzi's life.

Because the cloth of Shilin red cloth has poor water permeability, it will form a certain buoyancy when tiled on the water surface.

Xiao Chengzi, who can't swim in water, escaped from the mouth of death with the help of this buoyancy.

The battle between the two teams of children finally ended, and the cousin Mao Ya found that her cousin was lost, and hurriedly organized all the babies to search for them all over the woods and hillsides.

But no one could have imagined that the puddle under the irrigation canal was covered with thatched shrubs.

Fortunately, the grandmother of the Li family, who came out to release the geese in the evening, drove a group of white geese past the forest and heard Chengzi's faint cry for help.

Only then did he drag the slender bamboo pole and step on a pair of three-inch golden lotus feet, stumbling forward, and scooping up the dying Dachengzi from the puddle.

In the countryside at that time, the pond behind the house was the biggest enemy faced by the children, and almost every village had the tragedy of children drowning to death.

Therefore, with the accumulation of countless generations of experience, there are also some unique methods of how to rescue drowning people.

After the grandmother of the Li family tossed upside down, the dying adult vomited and vomited all the muddy water in his stomach, and the person finally came back to life.

"Wei Lan, your eldest son fell into the water today! Fortunately, I saw it early! It's on the other side of the irrigation canal of the brigade!"

Grandma let the goose go home late and brought Chengzi back to the village by the way.

The production team has long since finished work, Dad has gone out to cover the yellow eel, and Mom is carrying a dung bucket to water the vegetable garden.

"You're a dead ghost! What are you doing running over there, you're a dead ghost!"

After hearing Grandma's shout, my mother put down her burden in despair, ran to Chengzi, grabbed his hands, and looked at it in a daze for a long time.

Then without a word of comfort, the one who split his head and face gave his son two slaps.

Dachengzi, who was still frightened, suffered from his mother's lesson, and howled aggrievedly.

"Wei Lan, the child knows it's wrong, don't hit him. Make him something delicious in the evening, boil some ginger syrup, and warm his stomach. ”

The grandmother of the Li family hurriedly protected Chengzi, like a kind grandmother, and she was also very considerate of Chengzi's mother's painstaking efforts.

"Second aunt, you are the life-saving benefactor of my family's adult son! When he grows up, let him honor you well!"

Mom was already in tears, and bowed to Grandma to thank her.

"Folks, children are better than anything else, Weilan, you can thank you again and see you outside!

The two of them were talking, and more than a dozen white geese from Grandma's family had already burrowed into the middle rice field of the roadside production team.

The fat and tender seedlings with chopsticks are the most suitable for the appetite of the old geese, and in the blink of an eye, the corners of the fields have been gnawed out of the obvious gaps.

Grandma hurriedly stopped talking, ran forward with a bamboo pole, and drove this group of greedy appetites to the ridge.

"Second aunt, this is the first pumpkin in the garden! You and the second master go back and try it!"

Grandma saved her son, and her mother, who didn't know how to thank her for a while, picked two yellowed pumpkins from Lian Teng.

"Wei Lan! The young daughter-in-law of the whole village is the most capable of you! Look at the vegetable garden, what do you want! Pumpkin is a good thing! Your second master has a bad tooth, and he likes to eat potato paste and pumpkin paste the most! I will make pumpkin paste for him tomorrow morning!"

The grandmother of the Li family happily carried the pumpkin and drove the geese home.

The twilight mist rose, and there was the sound of frogs in all directions, and countless bats and dragonflies flew in the sky.

My mother's vegetable garden was also watered, so I leaned over and picked up Dachengzi, who was still sad, and slowly walked towards the courtyard of the thatched hut not far away.

"Next time, I'll go to the irrigation canal, and I'll break your leg when I come back!"

Mom's whole body was sticky, and the sweat from the day's work had formed salt frost.

"Got it. Chengzi replied sleepily.

"Son, what do you want to eat at night? Mommy will make it for you." ”

Mom gently bumped Chengzi on her back and asked again.

"I want to drink water, I want to eat sugar water and eggs. ”

"Okay. ”

Wang Jiacheng still clearly remembers that his mother was just in her early twenties at that time, thin and tall, and in a hurry.

All day long, at home and outside the home, there is always a busy job.

For him, the eldest son, the first child in the family, the discipline on weekdays is mostly the education of sticks and roars.

It wasn't until decades later, as a father, that Dachengzi slowly understood that there was a deep affection in his mother's stern words and deeds.

At that time, in the countryside, neighbors got along with each other.

Ten families are in trouble to help, and it is by no means just lip service.

The news of Chengzi's drowning became known to the whole village overnight, and the next morning, men, women, children, and production team leaders all crowded into the small courtyard of Chengzi's family.

Ask for warmth and give advice.

The scene taught their children not to play near the water, and Chengzi has also become a living model.

Cousin Mao Ya was chased back and forth several times by Chengzi Auntie at the head of the village and at the end of the village because of her dereliction of duty in taking care of her cousin.

But it was all made for the villagers and the parents of the adult child, and the bamboo stick in the eldest mother's hand did not really fall on her beloved daughter once.