Mancang sent the brothers to the fork in the road and went back, and the little brothers went home, at that time it seemed natural for the big children to take care of the children like this, and the older ones did it naturally, and they didn't care about the gains and losses. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When I got home, I gave the small fish and crickets to my grandmother, who patted my brother on the back a few times with her hand and scolded: "What should I do if I go up to the river again and am caught by the water monkey?" Grandma stopped beating and said, "Take the second child to the river again and I'll kill you." "It's serious, but it doesn't have any deterrent power on my brother.

The small fish was cleaned up, the crickets were peeled off, chopped together and stirred into the sauce, and fried in oil, which was simply delicious. In fact, most of the real deliciousness is such a simple, natural taste.

After eating and sleeping for a while, my brother couldn't stay still anymore, rolled around on the kang, tossed for a while, and said, "Erming, let's go catch the grasshoppers." ”

Zhang Xingming rolled his eyes and said, "That play bites, jumps high, where to catch it?" Besides, where to put it when you catch it?" The elder brother said: "That's stupid, I can catch it, catch it in a straw cage, I have two cages." "Then what are you feeding? Don't scream when you're hungry." ”

The grasshopper is caught to listen to its call, and it is not fun if it is not called. Children compare together, and if you don't scream, it will be a shame.

The elder brother got up and ran to the north kang to look out of the window, looked at it for a while, sat down dejectedly and said, "Well, the melon flowers haven't bloomed yet." ”

The grasshopper is caught back to raise, generally to feed the nest melon flowers, that is, pumpkin flowers, as for what else can be fed, I don't know.

The elder brother is very good at catching gnats, and in his last life, he often led Zhang Xingming to the fields to catch them. Zhang Xingming couldn't find it at all, so he listened to the call, and his brother observed that his hands were clasped into one hand and put into a hand-woven straw cage. Be careful not to be bitten when you catch the grasshopper, the mouthparts of this toy are quite powerful, and the bite is a mouth, which is painful and swollen, and I don't like it.

Zhang Xingming remembers that there was also a three-called donkey with a tail knife, which was loud and crisp, and dragged a knife-like object as long as its body on its tail. However, Zhang Xingming was not interested in these things, because he couldn't catch them, let alone catch them, and he couldn't find them from the grass.

Catching grasshoppers and raising, catching knife mantises, and grasshoppers burning and eating are the things that rural children are most willing to do in summer at this time.

The elder brother stared out of the window for a while in Beikang, and suddenly said, "Why don't we go find Womian?" Zhang Xingming thought about it, this is not dangerous, and there is no need to drill into the grass to climb the big tree, so he nodded and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

"Womian" is the name of the children here, I don't know what it is called, it is a black rod formed in the place where the sorghum spike grows after the failure of sorghum heading, which tastes a little sweet, very dry, and will dye the mouth and teeth black.

Often a large group of children drill into the sorghum field to find, who found it will make a cheerful cry, so the crowd flocked up, inevitably folded a few sorghum, the older children picked up the broken sorghum with a few sorghum leaves, generally will not die, the smaller children simply dig out the broken sorghum rod and gnaw it to eat, the cotton body in the rod has a lot of juice at this time, like chewing sugar cane, but not so sweet, and not every sorghum is sweet.

The team is most afraid that these children will come to find the "sweet rod" at this time, and will take away the scourge of the sorghum in pieces, and then there will be team members to take care of it, where the sorghum shook violently, the caretaker ran over and shouted angrily, and the children ran away like frightened rabbits, drilling everywhere, it is inevitable that there will be a few well-known people who are reported to the house, and his voice will be heard at night and go straight to the clouds, and he will walk with a limp the next day.

As for picking melons and jujubes, it's not a big deal, the mountains are full of wild fruits in autumn, and no one cares about the pears and plums on the trees, anyway, this thing is also for the children to eat, of course, except for the public property of the team, for example, fresh melon fields (melons).

The children are like the reconnaissance platoon in the revolutionary era, wearing straw camouflage on their heads, crawling in the ditch by the fresh melon field, carefully observing the movements of the melon people, three or two are responsible for sentry, and the rest are responsible for stealing, in fact, it is not all for eating, just think it's fun, I often see a group of wild boys being chased by the melon watchers with sticks running all over the mountains, at this time, no matter who the child is, he will pump according to the buttocks, and the father who is pumped screams and the mother screams, and the one who is not smoked runs like a rabbit. After running away, the melon watcher returned to the shack (a grass shed built by the melon field, for the melon watcher), and the children got together again, regardless of whether they were smoked or not, and ate the stolen melons according to the heads, and then crawled over and began to make the next move, this time it was a sentry with a pump, and after a while there was another chicken, flying and dog jumping, and the screams of sticks echoed in the field.

The brothers put on their shoes, bypassed the house and crossed the river, and then entered the sorghum field of the team.

"Did you find it?" Zhang Xingming followed his brother in the sorghum field, and had already turned most of the field, and found one, which was black, and was held in his brother's hand. This is what it looks like after peeling off the foreskin, if you don't peel off the foreskin, it is no different from other sorghum, anyway, Zhang Xingming can't see it, his two lives combined, and these mountains and rivers and crops have no chance, and he can't learn.

The elder brother looked up at the top of the sorghum, observed carefully, and did not make a sound, Zhang Xingming hummed, "The big girl is beautiful, the big girl is lang, the big girl walked into the green gauze tent" and followed behind, and the two of them turned around for a while, and then turned back to the side of the stream. I listened to the sound of giggling and laughter, and there were children playing by the stream.

Out of the sorghum field, the eyes lit up. In the field, there is the green of sorghum in all directions, and the sorghum is as tall as Zhang Xingming, he can't even see the sky, and he can't tell the southeast and northwest, and the disadvantages are uncomfortable.

The elder brother walked to the stream, shouting as he walked: "Xingliang, is the water cold?" Xingliang is the third eldest of the Mancang family, one year older than Zhang Xingming, their generation Fan Xingzi, Brother Mancang is called Zhang Xingman, brother is called Zhang Xingjun, there are nineteen in the whole castle, the elder brother ranks eighth, and Zhang Xingming ranks twelfth.

It is said that the eldest of the Xingzi generation in Baoli is in his forties and almost fifty years in 76 years, older than his father, his grandsons are running all over the ground, older than Zhang Xingming, and the adults will teach him when they play together: "Don't bully your master, he is small." ”

A black monkey stood up in the water, thin, with small eyes, wiped his face, and said, "It's not cool, don't you come down?" The two brothers walked to the stream, and Xingliang also climbed up from the water and squatted on the bank. The elder brother handed him the cotton in his hand and said, "The two of us have gone to Sandaohezi, and Brother Mancang is also there, and he has caught crickets for me." ”

Xingliang took a bite of Womian and said, "It's not sweet, it's not time." Brother Sandaohezi didn't let me go, saying that there were water worms. The elder brother nodded, squatted down as well, and said, "Yes." Brother Mancang killed one just now, right next to me, I'm not afraid, are you afraid?" Xingliang said: "I'm not afraid of water worms, I'm afraid that my brother will cut me." "At that time, there were three or four children in the family, and the parents couldn't control it, and the big ones were generally the big ones, and the small ones were really beaten, so the small ones were generally not afraid of their parents, but afraid of the big ones.

Zhang Xingming was still wondering why his brother was so generous to give the cotton to Xingliang at this time, it turned out that he knew that it was not sweet.

The creek is not deep, this place is a bay, and a group of children blocked the stream with stones, and the water level was high, more than half a meter deep.

The small river here in Zhang Xingming's hometown is not deep, generally only a few tens of centimeters, no matter how big it is, it is only one meter deep, and it is a big river that reaches two meters or three meters deep, and the river surface must be dozens of meters wide, on the other side of the mountain, there is no here.

The elder brother stripped naked and jumped into the water, Zhang Xingming was generally watching from the sidelines, wanting to participate but couldn't get up to it. It seems that there are gains and losses, although the body is back to the present, but the thought is still a forty-year-old man, and he can no longer happily do what children do.

Remembering the previous life, it was also at this time that my brother blocked the creek in front of my grandmother's house with stones and asked Zhang Xingming to go down to take a bath, but Zhang Xingming caught a cold and lay down for several days, so my brother ate a rare canned fruit, Zhang Xingming has always thought that it was a premeditated gluttony incident, and he was unfortunately a victim of his brother's canned fruit.

Five or six children were fluttering in the puddle, there was no big river here, and that's how swimming could be done.

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