The entrance of the roadway is narrow, the tricycle can't ride in, and the road surface is paved with large stone slabs, which has been around for some years and is very irregular.

The road surface is wet, with the occasional pothole or two.

Mother Wu used her strength in her hand and helped Uncle Jin out of the car.

"Young man, the road is not easy, you should be careful. Uncle Jin cared about Zhang Haodao instead.

There are no street lamps in the lanes, and large light bulbs hanging outside the doors of people can be seen at intervals.

The further you go, the colder it gets.

It was too cold, and everyone closed the door early, and it was all old-fashioned wooden doors, which were already unrecognizable.

There are various traces on the door, children draw with chalk, as for what is drawn, it is estimated that only the person concerned can elaborate, every child is an abstractionist.

The blue paint on the doors had almost fallen off, and occasionally two doors were missing a plank or two, nailed with plastic bags or black cloth.

Barely able to hide the shame.

All that was left of the window next to the door was a frame, plastered with a yellowed newspaper with a publication date of 10 years.

The people who live in this laneway, they don't have a nightlife.

Masturbating, shopping, singing K......

It's all imported products, as long as the street lights are on, they basically go home and close the door, at most watch the news broadcast, focus interviews, or pay attention to the weather forecast, which is directly related to their travel tomorrow.

Zhang Hao passed by a family, a woman in her fifties, took a basin of foot-washing water and threw it towards the entrance of the alley.

The cause of the dampness of the roadway has been found.

The woman poured water, swished into the house coldly, and with a bang, the door was also slammed shut, and Zhang Hao felt a little vibration.

"Don't worry, young man, everyone who lives here is like that. Uncle Jin always pays attention to Zhang Hao's feelings.

Zhang Hao responded slightly and didn't say anything.

Walking up further, more than a dozen steps, Uncle Jin limped slowly, and Zhang Hao followed closely.

Up the stone steps, the terrain is a little flatter, but still narrow.

There is a public toilet on the side of the mountain.

The words "public toilets" are drawn in red paint, and each word is not very clear.

More than half of the white tiles attached to the outside of the toilet have fallen, and the toilet is not capped, so if it rains, you have to use an umbrella to go to the toilet, but the toilet is narrow and cannot accommodate a fan.

Then I can only wait for the water to get my butt wet, and I save paper, even if I want to use paper, I am almost wet from the rain when I get it behind my buttocks.

The conditions look very bad, Zhang Hao can pat his chest and say, it can't be compared with the living conditions of Wanling Village at all.

Presumably, when the county town is renovated, this area should be the focus of forced demolition.

I don't know how many nails will pop up.

Zhang Hao sighed in a sullen voice, not letting Mother Wu and Uncle Jin hear it.

"It's here, it's here. Mother Wu turned back to Zhang Hao and said.

Uncle Jin took out the key and inserted a rusty iron lock, which didn't seem to be smooth, and he tried left and right several times before opening the door.

"Come, young man, sit in the house. Uncle Jin invited.

Zhang Hao followed Wu's mother into the house, the eaves were very low, Zhang Hao stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch the top, there was a light bulb hanging in the middle, yellow light, dim, estimated to be only thirty degrees.

By the window was a long table with a missing leg, cushioned with two stones, on which were pots and pans, and all the things for cooking were crowded here.

Next to the table was a red bucket filled with water, and inside the bucket was a handful of plastic gourds.

Turn your head to the right of the hammer bed, the bottom of the bed is warped with four cement bricks, the head of the bed pushes high clothes, leaving a place to sleep just enough for two people, turning over may be a little troublesome, it can be considered to make full use of the space.

The whole room is less than 30 square meters, and the most luxurious thing in the room is the small round table in front of Zhang Hao, a beautiful induction cooker, which is convenient to use.

Uncle Jin entered the house and pulled out a plastic stool from under the bed, to be precise, it should be two, three, several, if each stool is pulled out, none of them are good, accommodate a normal person's ass, but a few are heavy together, just right.

The uncle said: "Sit, feel free." ”

Zhang Hao was not polite and sat down.

Mother Wu took a few bowls from the table, glanced at them under the light, then scooped a scoop of water from the bucket, wiped it again, and put it in front of Zhang Hao.

The same action is repeated on the pot.

After washing the pot, I put it on the induction cooker, turned on the fire, and poured the packaged vegetables into it, which was a pot of chicken offal.

After all, it is something made by the restaurant, and it is very fragrant.

Waiting for the pot to bubble, Wu's mother smiled at Zhang Hao and said, "It's just a little." ”

Didn't cook white rice, Wu's mother glanced at the rice in the bag, and couldn't take it out to greet the guests, it was all broken rice.

Zhang Hao smiled and said, "Mother Wu, you can also sit down and eat." ”

"I ate in the restaurant, and the boss took care of the meal. ”

Zhang Hao was about to say that he had only eaten it for a short time, but Wu's mother's enthusiasm was difficult, so she smiled and moved her chopsticks to eat.

Zhang Hao and Uncle Jin were eating a pot of chicken offal, and Uncle Jin was eating very seriously, with no expression or words.

After eating, he made it to bed and took out a wooden box from behind his clothes.

Zhang Hao stared curiously, what should be inside?

Uncle Jin opened the box and took out a suona, copper suona, the light was too weak to see whether it was black or bronze.

Zhang Hao dared to be sure that Uncle Jin was the man he was looking for, Jin Suona, who was known as the first suona in the southwest twenty years ago.

Uncle Jin put the suona in front of his mouth, and his body moved with it, very cheerful, but Zhang Hao didn't hear the sound.

Is the suona broken?

Or Uncle Jin can't blow it out?

Zhang Hao couldn't tell the difference, got up and asked, "Uncle, is that suona in your hand?"

Uncle Jin was intoxicated, and perhaps only he heard the voice.

Wu's mother wiped the table and said: "It's suona, I've been with him for 20 years, and I will put the suona to my mouth every night to blow it, and I don't make a sound. ”

From Wu's mother's words, it can be heard that she should not know Master Jin's reputation and attainments in suona art twenty years ago.

The most touching thing is that in the past 20 years, Master Jin has never let go of the suona, even the silent suona has been blowing for 20 years.

The love for suona is deep in the bone marrow, just like the way he is now entertaining himself in the eyes of outsiders, and only he can understand the artistic conception.

Zhang Hao didn't bother Uncle Jin until he finished playing a tune.

Uncle Jin took off the suona mouth, wiped it with his sleeve, and gently put it into the wooden box, his eyes were full of love, and he regarded him as a baby.

Buckle the box, Uncle Jin took a puff of dry tobacco, just like back then.

Zhang Hao looked at Uncle Jin and asked, "Uncle, the song you just played is "A Hundred Birds and a Phoenix"?"

The uncle's hand holding the dry tobacco stopped in front of his mouth and looked at Zhang Hao in shock.

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PS: It's going to be on the shelves tomorrow, and the results are dismal, so I won't write a testimonial on the shelves, thank you for your support all the time, especially the few book friends who are voting for me every day.

Urban farming essay is the first time I have written, and it is also an attempt, writing while learning, making progress in groping, toxic spots, slow pace, too dull and a series of problems, I will slowly correct them.

In the end, although the results are not good, the framework of this book is very large, and I will try my best to finish it, and I will definitely keep changing it.

Thank you again.