Chapter Seventy-Five: The laughter in the farmhouse courtyard is far from tasteless, and life is short

Pure as one is just a dream,

Where to provoke spring,

Hook up the feelings.

Looking forward to the pretty woman,

Alone under the moon,

Go up to the West Building.

Guarding oneself like jade for no reason,

mandarin ducks playing in the water,

Embroidered on pillows.

The end of the world is over there,

Jade,

When will it come to an end.

After beating the drum and singing that day, these women did not come every day. As long as the sun sets and the evening soup is drunk, Ermao's small courtyard will be full of laughter and spread to the distance.

Ermao slowly got used to this kind of noise, and the hustle and bustle drove away the loneliness in Ermao's heart. Ermao no longer feels lonely, but enjoys this life very much. Since then, every time the light is on, Ermao has arranged the oil lamp in advance, the oil in the oil lamp is always full, and the twist of the lamp is twice as thick as before, and it is lit together by two lamps. The room was illuminated by red oil lamps, and the light was hazy.

After several women have arrived, the laughter, the noise one after another, Ermao will sit on the widow's aunt's seat, put his hands together on the small table, put his chin on the back of his hand, and smile at the three women as soon as they lift the play, and the four women will make a lively scene.

Ermao enjoyed it very much, and slowly let go of his heart of missing his aunt, and gradually he began to look like the owner of this house.

The widow and aunt are not here, isn't he the owner of the house! Hehe, Ermao never thought about it before, he always felt that he was not from this village, he was just a passerby, and one day he would leave this place, and then he would be a wanderer.

The drum is his partner, and the aunt is just his benefactor, a benefactor like a mother, and the benefactor will eventually leave him like his own mother, and the shadow will be blurred after leaving. But the aunt's voice always rings so clearly in her ears, and the smile on her face always fades from time to time.

Sometimes he would deliberately think about his mother, but no matter how hard he tried to think about it, the mother's appearance was always pitch black, and he couldn't distinguish his nose and eyes, so he sighed deeply and said, "Mother, you left too early." ”

"Ermao, tell a story." Ermao was pondering when he suddenly heard a fat woman shouting at him.

The plump woman's name is Chen Hong, and she is the next-door neighbor of her aunt's house. The age is two years old. It's been more than ten years since I married into this village. The woman's appearance is not too good, but she can be regarded as a delicate person among women. Tall, chubby, with big breasts and big buttocks, and a round waist. There are a few small black finches on the face, a pair of big eyes under the slender eyebrows, and two silkworm chrysalis lying under the eyes. The nose lobes are large and rounded. The lower part of the nose has a ruddy color, the lips are curled, and the chin is round. Although it is not a beautiful middle woman, it is also white and fragrant. Plump and dignified woman.

Ermao never dared to look at this woman before, although he said that he had lived in this village for four or five years. The reason is that he is a widow and a lonely person, and he is a person from another village, after the incident of his little daughter-in-law carrying water through the well. Ermao was beaten by the husband of the little daughter-in-law, and Ermao never dared to look at a woman in this village since then.

If it weren't for the fact that this woman came to him every day to pass the time, Ermao still didn't dare to look at this woman.

"Tell the story. Ermao. The fat woman shouted at him again.

"What do you say, say it every day, pull out a few books that can be spoken, and the rest will be eaten and balled. yes, by the way, a few of you said that I said that I would reward me, what was the reward? Don't have a mile yet? ”

"Then tell a joke and reward it together."

"Well, let's tell me a fortune teller joke about a fortune teller who was very annoyed that his son was unwilling to learn the trade. When he rebuked his son, he said, 'What's so hard about this, do you need to learn it?' When the fortune teller saw that the child's persuasion was ineffective, he wanted to teach his son a lesson with the facts. The next day, it happened that a man braved the wind and rain to ask for a hexagram. The fortune teller intended to let his son give it a try, and the son readily agreed. The son asked the diviner, 'Are you from the northeast?' Who said yes? He then asked, "Your surname is Zhang, right?" The man was amazed and said, "Yes." He continued, "Are you asking for your wife?" The man was even more amazed, and nodded his head repeatedly. In this way, the son pretended to say it again, and the inquirer left satisfied. The fortune teller didn't expect his son to have such a skill, so he asked him carefully. The son replied, 'It was a north-east wind today, and the man was coming from the west, and his shoulders were wet with rain, so I knew he was coming from the north-east. The handle of that person's umbrella was engraved with the words 'Qinghe County', and all the people in Qinghe County were surnamed Zhang, so how could he be an exception? You think, if the wind and rain are so strong today, if he didn't ask for a hexagram for his wife, would he be willing to go out for his parents and come to the door for a hexagram? The son was so good that the fortune teller had to admire him. ”

"Ermao, what kind of joke are you telling, don't be ridiculous, I thought that there would be a reward for talking about miles, just this joke, reward you for drinking foot washing water and gnawing on your feet. Hahaha..."

"Aunt Laifu taught you how to learn arithmetic, how did you learn, what did you learn, give me a few calculations."

"That's it, give me a few calculations." Two other women also stepped forward. The woman who spoke was called Xinghua, and the other was Chen Xue. They lived on the west side of the widow's aunt's house, separated by three or four neighbors, and these two women, whose husbands were not at home, went out to work.

The women chattered again, and as soon as they entered, several women gossiped about the village, counting from the east of the village to the west of the village. This will be over, and I will turn around and find the matter of Ermao.

The woman who spoke was a thin woman, called Xinghua. This woman is not tall, and her appearance is not too good, but her thin body exudes a charming atmosphere, which is sometimes strong, a little unbearable, and even Ermao feels unacceptable to the woman, it is conceivable that this charming charm is undisguised. The woman has a small defect, a tooth is missing between the white lower teeth, and her speech is leaky and inflexible. Another woman named Chen Xue is Chen Hong's maiden niece, Chen Hong's matchmaker also married into this village, this woman is a bit like her aunt, long and smart, a little fat, and her ruddy face also flashes with a pair of big eyes, her eyes are dark and shiny, and she looks like a master who attracts men's souls, and she is much more reserved than her aunt.

Sitting there without words is called Sanni, Sanni is a short and fat woman, loves to laugh, people say that the heart is wide to be fat, this Sanni is simple, there are not too many eyes, what others say she listens to, what others ask her to do she does, and everyone can get along. Sanni did all the errands and hands, and Sanni never objected, always smiled and said: "Medium, good, okay." ”

Ermao only dared to look at them squarely in the past few days, he looked at them one by one, pondered their hearts one by one, compared them with their excellence, which one is more in tune with himself, and more compatible. He compared and compared, and felt that Chen Hong was the most suitable for his taste, and it was a feeling that he was looking for in the bottom of his heart. Although Chen Hong was two years older than him, he didn't feel older than himself anyway, but felt that only this kind of passionate, mature and capable woman could suppress the free and loose sex in his heart. Xinghua didn't suit his appetite, but he knew in his heart that a woman like Xinghua was his best partner in bed, and only a woman like Xinghua could he have the confidence to hug her to his single bed, and only a woman like Xinghua was willing to let him go to bed. Chen Hong is not, Chen Hong is what he has been looking for in the depths of his soul, often suppressing the hazy but life-threatening deep emotion that he is afraid to rush out, this emotion suppresses him and makes him unable to let go.

Ermao looked at the four women, and silently gritted his teeth and thought, these are all good neighbors of my aunt's family, I can't think about it, but I can't be like last time, I stole other people's people and was beaten by others. The aunt didn't worry less about that matter, and she was not less looked down upon by others. If it weren't for the high prestige of his aunt in the village and carrying him, he would have let people beat the village. It was only after the flood that people forgave him, because of his brave feat, the village began to respect him, otherwise the foaming fish would drown him, and he would not want to live in this village, let alone learn art from his aunt.

"Hey, hey, what do you want? Just tell a juicy and tasteless ball joke, and hold your mouth. Chen Hua patted the table and said.

"What do you want to hear?"

"I'm all girls, of course I listen to the girls."

"Then I'll tell you a joke about a sheep who can't get on the rut without a pothole."

"You turtle grandson, except for the boring ones, there are only sluts left. Anyway, I am a few women who have given birth to babies, so I am not afraid of anything, let's talk about it, hahaha..." Chen Hua laughed, and several women also laughed.

Precisely:

The laughter in the small courtyard of the farmhouse is far away,

Tasteless life is short.

When the west wind blows the green grass,

The children of the world are happy. (To be continued......)