When I arrived at Tai Sui Ling, I could still hear the sound of Zhang Yuan's house blowing and blowing. The sound of mourning also echoed in the valley of Tai Sui Ling from time to time.

"Alas, it's a pity that I can't go to see the excitement." Zhang Wenxing sighed and said.

"What's there to be sorry for? It's not that I haven't seen it. Besides, I went to see it last night, and said that Zhang Shuben was out of the funeral, rushing to 5-year-old people, we can't avoid it! Zhang Shanhai said.

"I heard that the teachers have been beaten into stinky old nine. Why don't you criticize us here? That teacher beat me up last semester. If the criticism is good, I will definitely beat it back. Zhang Wenxing sighed.

"If you dare to beat Teacher Ren, your father will beat you half to death. Don't you see the last time he beat you, and when he came to your house, your father slaughtered your old hen? That means the teacher beats him well! Zhang Shanhai said.

Zhang Bo nodded, "It's good to be a teacher, you can beat people casually, and you can also eat old hens." ”

"My mother never beats people." Zhang Shanhai said.

"That is, Teacher He is the best teacher in the village elementary school." Zhang Bo said.

"Goo!"

I don't know which one it is, but there is a rumbling sound in my stomach.

Unexpectedly, this was like lighting a fuse, and for a while, the stomachs of several little children were growling.

"Alas, last night was late, and yesterday's lunch had already been digested. I'm so hungry! Zhang Bo said.

At this time, in the countryside, the average family had two meals a day, and breakfast had to be eaten after a long morning's work. A few of the little kids came out on empty stomachs. After tossing in the mountains for a while, naturally my stomach was empty.

"It's almost frosty, the persimmons should be ripe, right?" Zhang Shanhai looked around and said.

"Well, it's definitely cooked." Zhang Bo said.

"Then go pick some to fill your stomach. Leave two to take care of the cows, and the rest go to pick persimmons. Well, and chestnuts, which should be able to be eaten at this time. Damn, there are too many thorns. Zhang Shanhai said.

Zhang Shanhai vaguely became the head of several children, and because Zhang Shanhai was in the limelight last night, several little children were also very convinced. It's a big deal about the belly, and a few little kids are also positive. Leaving the two reluctant little boys to keep an eye on the herd of buffaloes, the rest of the people ran to the mountains in search of food.

Zhang Shanhai naturally didn't stay to watch the cows, he took a group of little children to the mountains. When he came out in the morning, Zhang Yunyang asked Zhang Shanhai to mow the grass with a bamboo basket on his back, which was just used to load things at this time.

There are many persimmon trees in the mountains, and they are full of red and bright persimmons, and you can see from a distance that they look like flowers blooming all over the tree. However, this wild persimmon looks beautiful, and even turns red on the tree, which is a little different from the persimmon trees in the yard of Zhang Zhishe's house in the production team. The persimmons of the production team must be picked and put in the millet for a period of time before they slowly soften, and the color is still slightly yellow, not as red as the persimmons in the mountains. However, although the persimmons in the mountains are beautiful, the taste is always astringent. Although the persimmons of the production team do not look very good, they taste very good.

None of the children in the countryside could not climb the tree, and several children climbed the tree in three or two and picked persimmons from the tree. However, they did not have the patience to pick them one by one, and they all broke off the branches directly.

Zhang Shanhai broke a branch, and there were more than a dozen persimmons hanging on it, and he didn't rush to throw the branch down. Instead, he pinched the persimmon on top.

"Well, it's not bad, there are a few soft ones on this." Zhang Shanhai said with a smile. Soft means ripe, and the taste should be sweet.

"What are you? You see, all of my branches are red and bright, I pinched them just now, and they are all ripe. Zhang Bo said proudly.

Zhang Shanhai didn't reply, he was really hungry, "Damn Zhang Daneng, it's really fucking slamming the door, I sacrificed to their family, and they didn't even call me to eat dinner." ”

"Who told you to be late for the sacrifice? At that time, Master Zhang had already eaten dinner. If you have sacrificed to their house early. Master Zhang is sure to call you at dinner. Zhang Bo said.

"Hmm. Also. I was stupid, at that time, there were fruits on Master Zhang's table. I forgot to catch a little. Zhang Shanhai said.

There are two types of persimmons in the mountains, one is red and hard. The other is cyan, oily on top, and when it matures a little, it becomes soft. The people of Zhangjiashan call the red one wild persimmon, and the green one called the oil persimmon.

Zhang Wenxing went up to an oil persimmon tree alone, "Hey, come here." This oil persimmon is ripe through. It's a little sweet. ”

Zhang Shanhai casually broke a few branches that were relatively close to the top, threw them to the ground, and went down quickly.

"Shanhai, you take it easy, don't cut the little **." Zhang Bo climbed the tree as fast as Zhang Shanhai, and when he saw Zhang Shanhai going down quickly, he hurriedly shouted.

As he spoke, Zhang Shanhai had already reached the ground.

"Wen Xing, can you throw a bunch down and let me taste it?" Zhang Shanhai ate a few red wild persimmons just now, although the persimmons were almost ripe, but even if the wild persimmons in the mountains were ripe, they were still bitter. Zhang Shanhai only ate so few, don't be so bitter that his tongue can't move.

Zhang Wenxing quickly broke a branch on the tree and threw it in front of Zhang Shanhai. Fortunately, Zhang Shanhai retreated quickly, so he was not hit by persimmons. But a few ripe persimmons smashed on the ground and became sloppy.

"You dog Zhang Wenxing. Don't you know how to be lighter? Zhang Shanhai complained.

"It's so high, you can try it lightly." Zhang Wenxing didn't know the story of the apple smashing his head, otherwise he would have been able to use scientific theories to fight back against Zhang Shanhai.

Zhang Shanhai didn't have time to reason with Zhang Wenxing, this persimmon was not very full when he ate it, and it didn't take long for him to digest it cleanly, Zhang Shanhai picked out a few cooked ones, peeled off the persimmon skin and ate it. Although the taste of this oil persimmon is not as sweet as that of red persimmons, it is not astringent at all.

Chestnuts are not as easy to get as persimmons, and there are thorns everywhere, so Zhang Bo bravely climbed to the tree and broke off the eldest branch of chestnut, and then tied it with wattles and dragged it into the valley.

Although the two who watched the cattle there were a little displeased, their resentment disappeared when they saw that their companions had brought back such abundant fruits.

In the distance, the sound of mourning and firecrackers was loud, and the sound of suona could occasionally be heard. A few little children looked into the distance, and saw that many of the people covered in sackcloth had already reached the cemetery.

"Look, it's in the ground, it's in the ground. Alas, this time should be the time to broadcast the scriptures. If only you could get a handful of peanuts and melon seeds there, it's a pity! "Zhang Bo has some relatives with Zhang Yuan's family, and if he goes, he should be able to wear sackcloth. He was a little sorry for the handful of tea leaves and rice that the Yin Master sprinkled into everyone's pocket when he was sowing the scriptures. There will be some melon seeds and peanuts in it, and if you're lucky, maybe a candy or two.

A few children ran quickly to the hillside, looking at the mountainside in the distance, where a group of people dressed in linen and filial piety were surrounding. The smoke of firecrackers fills the mountains.

The time to herd the cattle in the morning is not very long, because some of the cattle herders still have to go to school. Zhang Shanhai doesn't need to go to school, he is only 5 years old. In the countryside, the age is imaginary, in fact, Zhang Shanhai is only more than four years old. You can't go to preschool until you are six years old, and you can start the first grade at the age of seven. Zhang Shanhai always thought that school was heaven before he went to school, and he wore open crotch pants to play at school when he had nothing to do, and sometimes he was tricked into learning literacy in the classroom by Ren Qingli, who was called by the dog. Of course, Ren Qingli at that time was not a dog, and he was still a kind teacher Ren at that time.

Teacher Ren is a college student, which is very rare in Qiaoshan County, and I don't know how to get the Caiyun Brigade. In Zhangjiashan, those who have obtained a high school diploma must be regarded as intellectuals.

A few little kids stood on the hillside and watched for a while, their faces full of regret.

"Look fart. Went back. If you're late, you'll be late for school. Zhang Zeng is the oldest of the children and is now in the first grade.

"I'm afraid of a fart. When I was late, the teacher didn't dare to do anything. Zhang Bo said.

"Don't you dare? Don't you know that Ren Qingli will directly beat people? Teacher Ren was ruthless, always folded the ears in half, and then twisted a circle, that day, Zhang Ye's ears were wrung out of the blood. Zhang Zeng said.

"That's just as well." Zhang Shanhai thought about it and agreed, that dog said, even if he was not his student, he would do it. But after thinking about it, Mr. Ren loves to tell stories, and the stories are really good. This is also the main motivation for Zhang Shanhai to go to the village school.

Speaking of going back, Zhang Shanhai remembered that the bamboo basket he brought out to cut the grass was still empty, but he was not very worried. Anyway, this cow is not his own. Even if he didn't mow the grass back, his own Lao Tzu wouldn't really beat himself.