As soon as it was dawn the next day, my mother woke up my father, and the two had breakfast together, and my mother spread out a few pancakes, wrapped them in an old newspaper, and stuffed them into a handbag, and the two of them took drums, drum racks, steel plates, wooden combs, grates, etc., and walked to my aunt's house.

The pier from us to my aunt's house is in our nearby xx village. On the embankment of the Tang River, walk about half a mile, you can see a white and white dirt road, go down the dirt road, and then turn a few more corners, you will arrive at the crossing of the Tang River.

A small wooden boat had an iron anchor with teeth and claws, and on the bow stood a man holding the boat. They generally look neat and neat in tights, with a headscarf wrapped around their heads, and slippers or rain boots on their feet.

Seeing that the boat was about to dock, the boatman gently touched the penny, and with a little force, the bow of the boat hit the shore with a "bang". At this time, the people on the boat couldn't help but let out an "oops" and leaned back slightly.

Seeing this, the boat supporter smiled on his face, stabbed the penny to the side of the boat, and then hugged the penny with both hands, pressed the center of gravity of his body on the penny, and fell hard. At this point, another person will run out of the cabin. 、

I saw him bend down and pick up the heavy iron anchor in the bow of the ship, and throw it to the shore with great difficulty. With a "bang", the iron anchor was deeply rooted in the soil on the shore. The people waiting on this side of the river had long since lost sight of the etiquette of getting off first and then getting up, and couldn't wait to rush to the boat.

My parents also followed the people on board. The people who got on the boat were those on foot, those pushing bicycles, those doing business, those who were in the market, men and women, young and old, familiar and unfamiliar, chatting together. The boat then sailed forward in the murmuring water.

Under normal circumstances, when the water is not rising, the distance between the two sides of the Tang River is only a few zhang wide, and the boat has been in the river for less than five minutes before it comes to shore. After going ashore, there is a straight road leading to the embankment on the other side of the Tang River, and about a mile north on the embankment, another road extends down the embankment.

From this road to the end and turn left again, and within half a mile of walking, I arrived at my aunt's house.

My parents stayed at my aunt's house for one night, and after breakfast the next day, they followed a big road to Zaoyang, Hubei. They had walked about seven or eight miles, and they had reached the border of Hubei. Seeing that it was almost noon, I planned to find a village to ask about the story.

When he had gone about a mile or so, he saw a village: from the outside, it was rectangular in shape, surrounded by poplar trees, and the houses were arranged in a north-south direction, about twenty rows, and each row seemed to have no end in sight.

In the middle of the twenty rows of houses there was a large road, dazzlingly white, and at the entrance of the village there was a large pond with turbid green water, and a few ducks swam about there.

When my father saw that the village was quite large, he thought to himself that if he had planted a stake in the storytelling, it would take at least ten days and half a month. Then, you don't have to worry about the fare. Thinking of this, he entered the village.

I saw a middle-aged man carrying water coming up from the pond. My mother went up and told him what she wanted to do here. When the man heard that my father was going to talk here, he not only "shouted", but also looked around, and then left quietly.

My father was puzzled and wanted to ask what was going on. After a while, two young men came from the entrance of the village. The boy was pushing a brand-new bicycle, and the girl was following behind the car with both hands on the ends of her scarf. It looks like a young couple who just got married.

My father called out to the boy. When the boy heard that my father was going to tell the story, he shook his head, waved his hand, and got up and left. My father looked around.

I saw an old woman collecting firewood in a ditch at the edge of the village. So my father asked my mother to go up and talk to her. When the old lady heard my mother's words, she also "shouted", looked around, and said, "Get out of here as soon as possible!"

"Why?" said my mother, "if we don't steal, we don't rob, we don't break the law, and if someone catches us, you are right, someone wants to arrest you." "Why did you arrest us?" asked my mother, suspiciously.

When the old woman saw that my mother had to ask why, she went up to her and whispered, "We hate storytellers in our village." Just because there was a man who came to read the book the spring before last, we just listened to it one night, and several families had their cattle stolen. Therefore, we suspect that the storyteller is in league with the thief.

I advise you to leave early, but for your own sake. If those cattle losers found out, maybe they would dare to beat you?" When my mother heard this, she hurried over and told my father about the situation. When my father heard this, his expression changed dramatically, and he hurried out of the village with my mother and came back to the main road.

When we came to the road, my father said to my mother, "you, we're not lucky." I just came out and encountered this kind of thing. I don't think I might as well go home. "No," said my mother, "this village is not good, and we won't go to other villages to ask?" "Haven't you heard that good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles?"

"Then let's take the car to Xiangfan first. My mother suggested. My father always knew that my mother was stubborn, and if she disobeyed her, the two would inevitably quarrel.

If she stumbles, and then arouses her heart to miss her son, she starts crying, and the situation is not easy to clean up when he misses him. After thinking about it, he said: "Then let's inquire about whether there is a market nearby, and then see if there is a car to Zaoyang in the market." Mother said, "All right.

So, my parents asked if there was a market nearby. Someone told them that there was a market two miles ahead, and the market also had a car to Zaoyang. My parents went to the market and got on the bus from there to Zaoyang.

After arriving in Zaoyang, they transferred to Xiangfan.

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