The sea and fog of the world are vast,

The unknown future is uncertain.

Break through the red dust and tell you to know,

Eight characters to consider carefully.

Yamataka Chihan looked back,

The wind and clouds are faint and sad......

It is difficult to get rid of the wind and dust,

Who thinks about the snow celery clothes list.

Anyway, we have a little old man here, why do you call him a little old man? He is only in his fifties, and with his current living conditions, he is still young in his fifties, and if he is in his fifties and sixties, he is really a pouting old man.

The little old man's surname is Fan Ermao, and he has no wife. When I was young, my parents died early, and an older sister got married. Others are a little slippery, don't like to go to the fields and farm, and are afraid of getting tired. During the period of the People's Commune, if you don't work, you will be criticized, and it just so happens that there is an old storyteller in their village who accepts closed disciples, so he found someone to grind hard and soak it to say that he learned the art from the teacher, and he can be regarded as half a storyteller, so the production team no longer looks for him to work in the field.

At that time, the rural culture was backward and closed, but now there is everything, and the cultural life is so rich.

Due to the lack of cultural life among the masses, the peasants like to spread the drums of entertainment culture in a popular form, so storytellers are very popular.

Fan Ermao first learned to play the drums, and when he was able to help the master, he followed the teacher out and went to a foreign country. At that time, the storyteller lived in a certain village to tell a story, and it took more than a month to finish a book. During the day, there is a house to eat, and at night there is a drum in the livestock house, which is in line with Fan Ermao's intentions, don't work in the field, there is a ready-made meal to eat every day, which is very pleasant. So I followed the teacher to learn art with all my heart. It should also be born at the wrong time, seeing that the "four-person state" has fallen, the production team is gone, and the storyteller has no room to survive, and this Fan Ermao's comfortable days are over. When he was twenty or thirty years old, he studied art with his master, and after the death of his parents, only two adobe houses were left, and there was a girl who had no property and no job who was willing to follow him, so the marriage was delayed.

The big collective is gone, the storyteller has no place to sell his art, and the master is also old, so he left him to go back to his hometown, and left all the guys who ate before leaving, and told him to tell stories to support himself.

Where can I tell the story? After the master left, he had to take the guy and sing the half-baked drum from house to house. People say: There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and God will not die of hunger and blind birds. It's also fate, it's going to be late to eat this day, and he lives in a family, so he bumps into the little wife of the fortune teller.

This old woman who tells fortunes is also quite pitiful, for five or eight years, she eats a big pot of rice, she has food in the first half of the year, she has nothing to eat in the second half of the year, and she eats tree bark in five or nine years. The husband of the old woman saw that the child was starving to death, and wanted to go out to earn some private money, and at that time, he was able to do it, and he was guilty of speculation, and those who did not go out finally saved their lives, and those who went out could pull the corpse back. There was nowhere to ask for food, only starvation.

The man died in his thirties, leaving behind a child, mother and son. Widows and children live in a large group of people who earn jobs and live a good life. At that time, I paid close attention to the relationship between men and women, and found that those who messed with the relationship between men and women were going to parade on the street with broken shoes. So the old woman, tightening the belt of her trousers, did not let a greedy man have to ride. Seeing the child grow up day by day, there is no longer the idea of remarrying.

The widow's belly is full of knowledge, the six elements and eight ways are omniscient, often show people an evil disease, the child loses his soul to find her to call a quasi-line, to give people a divination class to calculate the quasi-spirit, in the countryside is a half-immortal. Very respectable. When the widow was in her mother's house, she received the true inheritance from her elders, and the widow's maiden aunt was passed down from the elders, and the aunt poured all her belongings to her when she was old. She can also be regarded as a true disciple, but at that time, she was broken and superstitious, so she had to do it behind her back.

The widow's son was a competitive, and he was admitted to university in the seventies before the college entrance examination was resumed, but that's a story for later. The son didn't like her. Seeing that he couldn't find a successor when he was old, he felt a pity in his heart. But I couldn't find a suitable person, and I have always been depressed.

This day should be blessed with Fan Ermao, and the ghost sent the god to ask for food to her door.

The widow was alone at home for dinner, and when she saw Fan Ermao coming to ask for food by herself, Fan Ermao set up a drum and was about to sing a paragraph, "Don't sing, don't sing, let's go into the house, there is still porridge in the pot." As he spoke, he let Fan Ermao into the house.

This Fan Ermao was not polite, went into the widow's house, picked up the bun and ate it, and drank the porridge in the bowl. When he had eaten his fill, he saw that there was no one else in the house, and asked the widow, "Where is the uncle?" ”

"Then there is an uncle, I heard the gnats calling."

As soon as Fan Ermao heard that he had entered a widow's house, he thought to himself, the widow had to leave if there was not much to do, so he thought about it and went to get the guy and wanted to leave.

"Where to go? It's so dark. The widow said when he saw that he was leaving.

"I'll find another place to sleep, I'm afraid it's inconvenient here." Fan Ermao said and looked at the widow's expression, he didn't want to leave, it was not easy to find a place to live, and if he didn't do it, he would have to sleep on the wheat stack. "Let's sleep here." Seeing that the widow was very determined, Fan Ermao was secretly happy in his heart, and he couldn't help it.

This night, the two gossiped until the middle of the night, each talking about their own family affairs, and the real child has no mother to talk about the long story, and the gossip in the middle of the night is not enough, and they made an appointment to continue tomorrow, which is considered to be a bosom friend. The widow's son was not at home, but had a spare bed, and the widow made a bunk for him and slept.

The next day, this Fan Ermao was dreaming when he felt that someone was patting him, he sat up abruptly and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

"Get up and eat." The widow said.

Fan Ermao came over in a daze for a long time, and said with sleepy eyes: "I slept late last night, and I slept blind, you see." I was embarrassed and got up. I walked into the hall, looked around the room, and thought: I didn't have to look closely under the small kerosene lamp last night, this family is not shabby, it is still a rich family, and this wife is not an ordinary person. I thought about seeing a few tables and stools in the house neatly, clean, and shiny, and then walked out of the house, and went to the courtyard to see, quite a large courtyard, facing the door of the hall a shadow wall, on both sides of the shadow wall wall are two brick paved paths, a kitchen on the east side of the road, a toon tree on the south side of the house, a small garden on the west side, the garden is entwined with grape vines, and there are a few pots of flowers in the sunny place under the vines. was looking at a middle-aged man walking from outside the gate, "Is the eldest aunt at home?" The middle-aged man walked in and asked, "Yes, in the kitchen." Fan Ermao pointed to the kitchen.

The middle-aged man walked straight over, "Auntie, have you eaten?" ”

"I haven't eaten yet, what's the matter?" asked in the widow's house.

"There's something going on, the kid is on the media, and I want you to watch it."

"Sit in the house, let's wait, I'll have dinner, I'll show you." The widow's house answered the words and walked out with a rice bowl, "Ermao, serve your rice." ”

Ermao hurried into the kitchen to find food.

"Look at this kid is pitiful, he wants to eat here alone in the dark, and I left him behind." The widow entered the house and struck up a conversation with the middle-aged man.

After eating, this Fan Ermao also had strange eyes, stepped forward to clean up the widow's bowl, and found a small squat to sit aside and listen to them.

I heard the middle-aged man report the time of his son, the widow pinched her fingers and counted, set a date for him, and told the middle-aged man that the child had a good morning and would be blessed in the future.

As soon as he was sent away, two more women, an old man and a young woman, came in.

This woman came to ask about her daughter's marriage, and the young woman went back to her parents' house with her husband angrily the day before yesterday. By the way, ask about her husband's future, the widow is naturally willing to destroy ten temples rather than dismantle a family, this hexagram widow is bitter to persuade the old man for a long time, and the two of them are also said to be sweet in their hearts and left. Before leaving, he put four dollars on the table, but the widow was still unkind and sent people out.

After a while, there were already a few fortune tellers sitting in the room.

The widow had not been idle all morning, and it was time for lunch, but the widow did not look at it, and those who did not catch up went outside to wait.

After the land was divided and the large collective was gone, the fortune teller industry should go from the dark to the light, and it was a good widow.

This Fan Ermao opened his eyes today, seeing that the widow earned more than ten yuan in the morning, he also pinched his fingers and calculated, thinking: This wife can earn hundreds of yuan a month, and the township chief does not earn as much as her, and the township chief only earns more than 100 yuan a month. Look at it greedily.

This Fan Ermao saw it in his eyes, and he had Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. Seeing that the widow was cooking, she hurriedly went into the kitchen to cook the pot. Follow the widow's ass and turn her head back, strange and diligent.

The widow met with her, picked up last night's words, and asked, "Ermao, there is no one at home, what are your plans for the future?" ”

This Fan Ermao couldn't ask her, so she hurriedly continued: "Auntie, what are your plans, it's not that you want to eat, what can I do as a widow." Resigned to fate, a village is counted as a village. ”

"You didn't even think about finding a nest."

"Auntie, why don't you want to sigh, you just say, I wasn't at home when the land was divided at home, and I don't know if the land was allocated to me, the two broken houses have collapsed, and I don't have the money to demolish it when I go back, so I live there." This Fan Ermao has an aunt in one mouth, and his mouth is like honey.

"So wandering?"

"Auntie, just want not to wander, what can I do."

"Yes." The widow stopped talking and went about cooking. Fan Ermao had something to say in his heart, but when he saw that the widow was silent, he didn't dare to say it, so he held back, lowered his head and took care of the pot.

After lunch, Fan Ermao quickly cleaned up the bowls, ran out to greet the guests who came to tell the fortune, made a cup of tea for the widow, and found a small bench to sit there and listen.

When the people who came to tell the fortune were finished, Fan Ermao got up and swept the ground with a broom, shook the teapot and saw that there was not much tea, so he went to boil tea again.

When the widow saw that Fan Ermao was diligent, she was secretly happy in her heart, although she didn't say it, she already had an idea.

After dinner, Fan Ermao didn't let the widow get up, he cleaned up and put the kerosene lamp on the table in front of the widow, and people also came over to gossip with the widow.

The widow had been busy all day, and at this time she had time to spare, picked up the cigarette on the table and smoked one, and this Fan Ermao hurriedly stepped forward and brought the kerosene lamp to the widow. The widow took two puffs, spat out the cigarette, and said, "Ermao, you can smoke one too." Ermao took a cigarette and drew one.

"Ermao, seeing that you are alone, it is not a matter of always running outside to ask for a bowl of rice, and you don't want to learn any crafts when you are young."

"You see my aunt said, who doesn't want to learn a craft, no, the first two years to learn to tell a story, halfway to learn the art with the master took a lot of effort, only to learn a half-hanger, this is not a production team, this is not the production team where to talk to the book, I learned this art is also blind. Alas, don't mention it. Fan Ermao was a little sad to say.

"I don't want to learn anything else."

"Just think, who teaches."

"Do you really want to learn?"

"Look at my aunt and say, I want to eat a mile, and it's not a matter of asking for food all the time, why don't you want to do it."

"Look at my aunt's art, do you want to learn it?"

"Well, auntie, I was about to say, so why don't you hit. I watched it for a day today, and I wanted to ask my aunt to teach me when I was idle tonight. ”

"Ermao, do you really want to learn?" The widow looked at Ermao and asked. This Fan Ermao nodded like kowtow. "Auntie's ugly words are ahead, if you want to learn this craft, it is not half a day, your eldest brother is not at home, you see that I don't lack your stuttering, I really want to learn, so I threw away your broken drum and lived in peace with me. Help my aunt do some work, and I'll teach you slowly, do you like it? ”

"Medium, medium, light." Turn this Fan Ermao's happy fart upside down.

Drummers on the banks of the Huai River,

Sad and mournful, singing the wind and dust.

Sitting and hearing all weep,

Acting in the middle of thirty springs.