On August 3, 85, two off-road and one business three vehicles drove into Bayu City, after three consecutive days of driving, Zhang Xingming arrived at Bayu City, which is still a prefecture-level city under the jurisdiction of Bashu Province, which has lived in the city for more than ten years. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Bayu in the 80s, which can be called Lao Bayu, is a thorough old city.

The whole city is attached to the mountains and lives with the river as a companion, the sky is not sunny, the ground is not three feet flat, the narrow neighborhood committee is undulating and bending, the black fish scale tiles are covered, the mottled old walls are full, the winding stone roads are criss-crossed, and the turbid river divides the whole city into fragments, and a vicissitudes, depression, and a heavy sense of history come to the face.

The drizzle washed away the dust of Zhang Xingming and his entourage, and the whole city was wrapped in light rain, which looked a little cold in the main color of gray and black.

Most of the old-fashioned houses here are made of wooden planks, less bricks, and the planks can not rot for a hundred years after being treated with tung oil, but they become more and more old and black with the passage of time, reflecting the dim halo of lights.

Zhang Xingming was lying on the window of the car and looking out, looking for the familiarity in the strangeness, but unfortunately the age gap is too big, the last life he came to Bayu in 2002, when Bayu has been directly under the jurisdiction of 5 years, has entered the fast track of development, high-rise buildings are frequent, and 85 years of Bayu is completely different.

This time, Zhang Xingming brought a total of seven people, six demobilized soldiers who were temporarily transferred from the security company, and an officer sent by the provincial public security department.

At that time, the bank did not have the service of deposit and exchange, and the passbook could only be deposited and withdrawn, and it was not possible to change the savings bank, and the check could only be made public-to-business, and the people had to bring cash when they went out.

At the end of the 80s, self-employed people carried cash on their backs to the north and south, so robbery, theft and fraud were endless, and at that time, they would sew money into their clothes and pants, or wrap it around their waists and put it in their trouser legs, or even step on their shoes, leaving just enough money in their pockets for expenses along the way.

There are too many people to disguise, so you can only bring more people, with knives, 24 hours a day, someone to hold, and you don't dare to sleep in the car.

And in the 80s, driving across several provinces was not as calm and beautiful as imagined, car bandits and road rage were everywhere, and they had to pass through a large number of uninhabited mountainous areas, so this time seven people brought six 64 a pole charge, and the Public Security Department sent an officer to accompany the car, so as to deal with some emergencies randomly, including communicating with local government departments along the way if necessary.

Along the way from Mukden to Bayu, several cars were stopped more than a dozen times, and if it weren't for the guns, it wouldn't have been the case.

Ate an authentic Bayu hot pot in the city, stayed overnight, and the next day three cars left the main city, and went to Zhang Xingming's first purpose this time, Yong Wear Xiannong, more than 100 kilometers away from the main city of Bayu, all of them are rural winding mountains and dirt roads, many of the roads in Zhang Xingming's memory do not exist, if it were not for Zhang Xingming's ability to speak the local dialect, it would take a few days just to find a place.

Wake up early and arrive at 3 p.m.

The cars all the way around the mountains and rivers, from time to time I saw sparse trees, ponds everywhere, and from the road down the road were deformed fields of various shapes, and the black-scaled roofs of the houses hidden in the trees.

Farming here does not make ridges or trim, that is, the soil is dug loose with the natural shape, planted at will, and grows at will. Looking up from the road, the fields are like terraces, one by one, and the houses are almost next to each other, one by one, and the houses are almost all next to each other.

The black wooden doors have rammed earth walls, and the windows are small, but they are somewhat temple-like. The tree here has no branches, a straight trunk, a puff of leaves at the top, and the trees are far away from each other, and they do not grow together.

The closer to the place where there are many people, the more the pond rises, most of them are planted with lotus roots, the clear green lotus leaves stretch on the water surface, and the bamboo grows on the side of the pond one by one, on the roadside, in front of the house and behind the house, most of them are finger-thick rods, which look deep in color.

From time to time, I encountered buses on the road, buses like a piece of bread, all of them were overloaded to the extent that they couldn't squeeze in, swaying and humming on the winding mountain road.

As soon as the three cars entered the town, they attracted all the attention, at this time the countryside tractors are still high-end means of transportation, usually travel by walking or livestock pulling carts, and going to the inside is to squeeze the bus.

The 85-year-old town and the later generations have not changed very much, and the brick buildings built by the villagers in later generations are still an old-fashioned wooden house on stilts, but the general layout is basically the same.

found a spacious place to park the car, four people guarded the car, and three people accompanied Zhang Xingming to find someone, Zhang Xingming's second wife Guo Yonghong in his previous life.

On both sides of the town's main road are several small government-built red brick buildings, basically two-storey, with quotations from Chairman Mao painted with white paint, iron horns installed in the corners, and several wooden telephone poles standing diagonally on the side of the road. Walking downhill from the main road, there is a large and small old Sichuan-style courtyard house, where Guo Yonghong's family lives.

She is 1 year older than Zhang Xingming, and now she should be 12 years old, like Zhang Xingming, it is the last year of primary school, and next year she will go to junior high school more than ten miles away.

In 85, Guo Yonghong's father was already working in Yongchuang County, and her mother also took her younger brother to live in the county seat with her father, and she lived in the old house with her grandfather, basically taking care of herself and taking five yuan a month from her father for living expenses.

Standing at the door of the Guo family's old house, Zhang Xingming felt a little indescribable in his heart, a little excited, a little sad, and a little frightened, looked left and right at the two security guards who were following him, took a deep breath, walked up and pushed open the courtyard door.

As soon as I entered the courtyard gate, there was a courtyard dam of more than ten square meters, piled up with some miscellaneous farm tools or something, paved with bluestone slabs, and after looking around, Zhang Xingming shouted: "Guo Yonghong, don't you have it at the top of the house?" ”

A slightly dumb voice came from the room: "Which one?" Then the young Guo Yonghong pushed open the door of the hall and appeared in front of Zhang Xingming, thin, black, wearing a dress with a blue flower bottom, holding a card in his hand, his hair was messily stuck to his forehead with sweat, if he wasn't wearing a skirt, he looked more like a boy.

I looked at the cards in her hand, not poker, it is a kind of card in the Bashu region, the way to play is similar to mahjong, the local call is "Tick" (voice, I don't know which words), and mahjong is the same as stopping Hu, counting over.

Zhang Xingming's mouth, Guo Yonghong's only hobby in later life is playing cards, every day is not playing cards, or on the way to play cards, the two lived together for a few years, and most of the time was occupied by mahjong and cards, including her pregnancy, confinement, and work.