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The farmers in the village at the bottom of the mountain were dreaming sweetly in this dark night full of autumn rhyme, when suddenly a series of cries for help came from the street, waking people up from their sleep, and people forcibly opened their sleepy eyes, squirmed their sore limbs, and climbed up from the kang one after another. I don't know what's going on outside, I quietly prick up my ears and listen to the shouts outside.

Outside, the shouts began again: "Quick, put out the fire, it's on fire!" Only then did the people realize that the village was on fire, so they jumped off the kang one by one, put on a piece of clothing, opened the door of the house, and rushed out into the street.

When Liu Degui heard the sound, he also unscrewed the quilt, quickly got dressed and went to the ground, opened the door and rushed out to the street.

Suddenly, a crowd of people gathered in the street, and when people looked up and saw that there was a raging fire burning in the fields not far to the south, someone said, "Is that the fields on fire?"

"It's like a field of crops. ”

"Whose crop is it?"

At this time, someone shouted: "Hurry, don't be stunned, hurry up and copy the guy to put out the fire!"

After speaking, people turned around and returned to their homes, "" their shovels, and ran wildly towards the fire. When people ran to the place where the fire was burning, they knew that Liu Degui's corn field was on fire, and the corn stalks that Liu Degui's family had cut down and stacked into piles turned into a sea of fire!

So the people quickly picked up the guys and threw themselves into the fire and began to put out the fire.

And Liu Degui, since he ran to the street and saw the south of the village on fire, he thought: "The area that is on fire is all crop fields, and my family's cornfield is there, so it can't be my family's cornfield on fire, right?"

Suddenly, Liu Degui felt as if he had been stung by a wasp, his whole body trembled violently, and he couldn't help but cry out, "Oh no! None of those corn cobs have been broken!" He turned around and ran home to get a shovel and ran towards the cornfield at high speed.

As he ran, he looked in the direction of the fire, and the more he ran out of breath, the more he looked like his cornfield was on fire. When he ran to the edge of his cornfield, he cried out, "Oh my God!" and collapsed to the edge of the field. All he saw was his corn stalks and cobs in flames!

After the corn stalks were fell, they were all dried by the strong autumn wind, and turned into a pile of flammable hay, which would quickly burn when caught in flames. Therefore, those corn cobs are now under the burning of their own stalks, stems and leaves, and the corn particles burst out with a popping sound of "Biliba La".

At this time, Liu Degui collapsed on the ground and cried loudly, crying and saying: "Oh my God! This corn has been burned all the hard work of the year, so what will my grandfather and grandson eat in the next year? Isn't this sincere intention to starve my grandfather and grandson to death?"

The croppers bravely helped him extinguish the fire with shovels, trying to rescue the corn and snatch some food from the fire for Liu Degui's grandfather and grandson, but the fire was fierce, coupled with the strong autumn wind at night, the corn stalks were dry and could not withstand the burning, and after a while, dozens of bundles of corn stalks in Liu Degui's corn field turned into piles of black "colored" ashes.

After the firefighting, everyone looked at Liu Degui's large piece of black "colored" ashes and made all kinds of guesses.

Some said, "This fire started in the middle of the night in this field, but it is so rare that I have hardly heard of it." ”

Some people guessed suspiciously: "Could it be Tianhuo, right?"

Some questioned: "If it's a fire from the sky, then there should be slags falling from the sky! But none of us found anything unusual!"

Some said, "Did someone throw a cigarette butt in the field and lead the corn leaves?"

Someone questioned: "In the middle of the night, who would go to this deep mountain field to throw a cigarette butt? Throwing a cigarette butt must be doing something here, and by the way, he smoked a cigarette and threw it away." But who's going to do anything here in the middle of the night?"

Some said, "That's right, no one comes here to smoke in the middle of the night!"

"How did the fire start?"

"Could it be that someone set the fire on purpose?"

"It's also possible that they saw that Liu Degui's corn hadn't been broken off and picked up home, so they came to burn it. ”

"It's too immoral to do this! Why don't you starve Liu Degui's grandfather and grandson to death this year?"

"If the enemy did it, they would like Liu Degui's grandson to die!"

At this time, people all gathered around Liu Degui, who was squatting on the ground and crying, and persuaded Liu Degui one after another. Some said: "Brother Degui, this corn has been burned, how sad you are, these corn can't come back, it's better to mourn and change!"

Some asked, "There is such a fire in this cornfield, you don't have any warning or anything in advance?"

Some complained to Liu Degui and said: "Uncle Degui, why don't you first break off the corn cobs and carry them home, and then come to harvest these corn stalks? If you break the corn cobs home first and leave these corn stalks, you will not be afraid of anything, just burn it, and let it be! But you didn't break off the corn cobs, and you can see how the harvest of the bloody, sweaty, and busy harvest of a year has been wasted in vain! What a pity! What will you eat next year?"

Some said: "Brother Degui, you still use the old method of the previous agricultural cooperative, do not break the corn cob, first cut down the corn stalk and pile it up, and then break the corn after harvesting other crops, that method does not work, and it is not suitable for using it now." ”

Some said: "Uncle Degui, think about it carefully, this matter is a bit strange, I didn't mean to stir up trouble, do you think about it, could it be someone who deliberately set the fire? If there is such a possibility, go to the police station of the Public Security Bureau to report the case, and let the family solve the case for you and arrest the arsonist." ”

After everyone put out the fire, I comforted Liu Degui with a word, and then left the black and swarthy land burned by the fire one by one with shovels, returned to the village, and went home to sleep.

Liu Degui squatted alone in this dark land, looking at the piles of corn stalks and corn cobs that were burned by the fire, and cried for a while, and the horror of survival in the coming year attacked him like a deadly wolf.

The main food ration of the people of Shandi Village throughout the year is this corn. Because the village at the bottom of the mountain is located in a mountainous and alpine zone, the soil quality is not very good, and there are few flat lands and many mountains, so the wheat yield is relatively low, and if a large area of land is planted with wheat, people will have to go hungry.

Therefore, in order to fill their stomachs, people could not care about the roughness and bitterness of coarse grains, and chose to plant large areas of land into corn.

Therefore, the people of Shandi Village have three meals a day, and they can't do without corn cob noodles from morning to night. The people in the village at the bottom of the mountain generally boil some millet gruel or coarse corn batter for breakfast, and then eat two corn coarse noodles and go to the ground with hoes and rakes.

Because the farmers can't eat a meal of white flour all year round, they treat cornmeal as a treasure and make coarse grains. When processing milled cornmeal, the corn kernels are first soaked in warm water for a day, then removed and dried and ground into flour with a mill or mill. These corn flours are then filtered through a sieve on the sieve surface and divided into three types.

One of the thinnest is called thin noodles, which are used to make noodles in the pot for lunch. But the characteristic of this cornmeal, because it is a coarse grain, no matter how finely ground it is, it is still loose, it is not glued together, and it cannot be put into the pot, and it will all melt in the pot in boiling water.

So the ancestors found a kind of plant flour, which can bind corn flour together, and the taste is reasonable, this kind of binder powder is made of tree bark.

That is, a kind of tree commonly planted in front of and behind the house of people in the village, called elm, peel off the bark of the elm tree, dry it, remove the outermost layer of old skin, and then chisel the delicate layer inside into pieces with a knife and axe, and then crush it with a mill, sieve the fine powder to bond the cornmeal and make it into cat ears, rubbing worms, river noodles and so on delicious lunch.

But this elm flour, eating too much is very bad for the appetite, but the croppers have no choice, so they have to eat day after day, year after year.

As a result, when the croppers lived to be in their thirties and forties, eight or nine out of ten people had stomach problems, and in the end, it was this stomach disease that took the lives of the croppers.

Ordinary croppers live to be in their fifties, and those who are older live to be in their sixties and die with elm bark. Therefore, there is an old saying spread by the ancestors called "People live for seventy years!"

However, this corn flour is the best food in the farmer's bowl. And this kind of cornmeal can only eat a noodle soup with soup and water at noon a day.

The second flour sifted down by corn processing is coarse noodles, which is used to boil paste in the morning and evening, and the third flour sieved out is the coarsest one, called corn flour grits and grits, these grits and grits noodles should all be made into nests and steamed out in a large pot, which is the staple food for croppers to satisfy their hunger in the morning and evening.

Therefore, the blood flowing in every vein of the people in the village at the bottom of the mountain is the "liquid" corn converted from solid corn, and every living dragon who can speak and work is actually another way of existence of corn. They are not talking to people, but the corn is talking, and the work is not the people working but the corn is working.

Therefore, in the rugged land of Shandi Village, there is an endless cycle of magic tricks of animals and plants changing between humans planting corn, corn becoming man, man planting corn, and corn becoming man.

This kind of magic trick or natural law that has been followed for tens of thousands of years in the exchange of animals and plants between man and corn is still repeated and pursued by generations of loyal and even tireless generations in the village at the bottom of the mountain, and no one can escape the dominance of this magic trick. Every living thinking and emotional person is but a small link in this chain of interdependent creatures.

At this moment, Liu Degui is squatting on the edge of the ground in the dark night in the face of the dark corn residue burned by the fire, sad, sad, and sighing!

After learning from the pain, he was also thinking about the ins and outs of this fire based on people's speculation.

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