The days passed by in the sweet and passionate dreams of the villagers planting grain in the fields and picking up tickets, and when they woke up, it was the apricot season that was harvested for the first time in 1982.

The xylophone, which made a rebellious move two years ago, suddenly became an example for the villagers to follow. The poor, red-eyed villagers followed the example of the xylophone and rushed to the commune station. Of course, they will no longer sneakily come and go as they did back then, but swagger out early and return late. The women who had made amazing moves with the xylophone and were later frightened walked at the front of the line like experienced tour guides. Among them, there is the newly added sour apricot woman. Lan Xiang and Xue'e also took some people to the county to sell.

In this mighty army of apricot sellers, there is no shadow of the xylophone family.

At that time, Jing'er's thief addiction to secretly buying red gauze scarves for Ye'er had already flinched. He had long been clamoring to go to the commune, to the county seat. Maosheng couldn't help it anymore and began to move. made the xylophone stumble sharply, and both of them suddenly wilted.

Xylophone said, what is the hurry. So many people flock to the commune and the county seat, and there are more people selling apricots than buying apricots, can the price go up? All stay honestly. I don't speak, and I see who dares to lift a finger.

Sure enough, neither Maosheng nor Jing'er dared to move a finger of the apricot fruit in their orchard, but they were so anxious that they circled around the yard.

As expected. The whole village of 100 people nailed themselves to the streets of the county seat and the commune station in three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry, shouting in unison and robbing each other of business. According to the standard of living of the people at that time, there were very few people who could afford to pay for this kind of consumption. Although there were piles of people surrounding the apricot fruit stall, marveling at the size and round of the apricot fruit. Ultimately. They still closed their mouths full of saliva and clenched their empty purses. As a result, the villagers had to sell each other at a low price. From a dime to five points, and from five to one point. Some simply sell it for a penny or two pounds. According to their ideas, they can make a little money by selling a catty, and if they don't sell, they won't have a penny. A few women who took the lead scolded directly, damn it, it's a thief. Two years ago, a dime or two was grabbed. Nowadays, I can't sell a penny, and it's really a ghost in broad daylight.

It was only then that the villagers suddenly realized that the xylophone master who had discovered and encouraged the villagers to do this business had actually seen the apricot fruits on the trees that were getting more and more ripe, and had not moved.

One day, after dinner, Lan Xiang and Xue'e led a few women and mothers-in-law to the xylophone's house. Xue'e pretended to be surprised and asked, sister-in-law, the apricots in our village have been sold, why don't you hurry up.

Xylophone put the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table into the basin, scooped up the water, and washed them unhurriedly under the dim kerosene lamp, and said slowly, "Don't worry, the apricot fruits on the tree are not yet ripe."

Huoyazi bared his leaky fangs, and exclaimed, what's the matter, when the apricots are ripe, the ticket will already turn into muddy water with the apricots.

Xylophone laughed. She immediately diverted the conversation and talked nonsense about the short things in the family. A few people couldn't figure out the idea of the xylophone, so they had to retreat.

A few days later, chased by everyone's puzzled eyes, the xylophone set off. She went straight to the city. Two days later, in the morning, Xylophone returned to the dozens of apricot trees contracted by her family, followed by five donkey carts.

Once again, the xylophone regained its former vigor. She instructed the handlebar and the people who followed the car, and poured fruit from the trees. After a whole day's work, dozens of apricot trees were full of five carts of ripe apricot fruits.

After entertaining the visitors for dinner, the xylophone beckoned Jing'er, got on the donkey cart together, and drove out of Xinghua Village with shouting.

The weather was fine that day. After the sun sets, the twilight behind him is like a cloak and shrouded in the vibrant earth, transparent and hazy. Xinghua Village, together with the apricot forests all over the field, looks gentle and magical. The villagers all gathered at the entrance of the village, looking at the back of the xylophone that was gradually blurring, and there was a strange look in their eyes.

The xylophone is once again in the limelight. Once again, the villagers appreciated the extraordinary aspect of the xylophone, that is, shrewdness.

The reason why she did not rush to set foot in the market of the county seat and the commune was that on the one hand, the market demand was too small, and on the other hand, the apricot fruit was not yet ripe, and it was not easy to export it in large quantities. Once the apricots are fully ripe, she will go to the city alone. The demand in the city is much greater than in the hometown. Moreover, she had spent four or five days in the city, and she was no stranger to the situation there. Moreover, in order to rush to make a deal, the villagers had already wasted the half-ripe apricot fruit. At this time, their own fruits have become a sought-after commodity, avoiding the threat of competition. So, this time, let the xylophone really sell for a good price.

With hundreds of tickets in his arms, the xylophone happily returned to the envious and jealous eyes of the villagers. The villagers recognized Zhenfu as shrewd, and they all said to Sour Xing sourly, this woman, this woman is simply a personal essence, no one wants to fight her. The sour apricot didn't say anything. He picked at his feet with his hands, and his face was red and white. Zhenfu consciously lost his words and slipped back home.

This matter was specially told to her by Huoyazi to the xylophone house. She leaned into the ear of the xylophone again and said softly, My old ghost also said that although he is a good person, he is not good at his ability. Originally, when it was not allowed to make money, no one had this mind. Now, the above has let us go to make money, and Sour Apricot has not found a way to make money, and is still working as hard as before. It seems that this road is not going to work. If Sour Xing had half of his sister-in-law's ability, it would be great.

As he spoke, the breath gushing out from between his teeth blew the fine hair on the sideburns of the xylophone's ears erratic.

The xylophone just laughed quietly and didn't make a sound. She knew in her heart that her act of selling apricots this time was enough to make the people of Xinghua Village unable to sleep for half a night.

In the days that followed, all the words and deeds of the xylophone were under the gaze of the people of Xinghua Village. Some women always like to run to her house when they have nothing to do, talking about poverty, talking about money, and pulling their daughters to marry their cubs. After saying that, they left with peace of mind. The reason why they were relieved was because they saw that Xylophone was busy working in the responsible fields or doing housework all day long, and there were no plans and actions to make money. Gradually, the men also moved the place of chatting from the door of Sour Xing's house to the gate of the xylophone's house after dinner, which made the front of her house suddenly more lively than the team headquarters. All of this is because of the allure of a few hundred dollars.

Until many years later, when Zhong'er was determined to sort out the history of Xinghua Village, he still couldn't figure it out. Almost overnight, both men and women, old and young, suddenly put aside the sour apricots who had worked hard for them for more than 20 years, and all of them willingly belonged to the command of Xylophone, who was just the head of a village woman. The simple and loyal character unique to the mountain people, under the inspiration of money, collapsed in an instant, and irrefutably gradually lost its original attributes and characteristics.

Although it has been said before, the people in the mountains have never seen the world after all, and they can't withstand the slightest external stimulation.