The dark green hills are continuous, and the yellow rice waves rise and fall. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe sun shone directly in the clear blue sky, and when you look up, the colorful halo is dazzling, and you have to lower your head to avoid the too strong sunlight.

It was almost noon, and the minibus shook all the way and finally arrived at the station. Song Jia picked up his schoolbag and waited to get out of the car. The hour's drive was almost all about walking around the winding mountain road, and Song Jia, who had never been motion sick, also felt very uncomfortable, but looking at the baskets in the aisle and the baskets were crowded, he could only wait patiently.

"Song Jia! Song Jia! It seemed that someone was calling his name, and Song Jia turned his head and looked out of the car window to see a boy about his age waving at him.

Finally got out of the car, the boy caught up, took the bag in Song Jia's hand neatly, and then he looked at Song Jia a few times, and smiled - the boy's eyes were very spirited, and he introduced himself generously: "I'm Li Junzheng, you're Song Jia, right?" ”

Song Jia looked at the bright eyes on the boy's dark skin and pursed his lips: "I'm Song Jia, are you Brother Zheng?" ”

"Hey, what are you shouting," Li Junzheng waved his hand very proudly, "It's all a year." He pointed to a young man standing not far away and said, "That's my brother, let's go, go first." ”

The young man is Jun Zheng's elder brother, named Li Junchen. It's much quieter than his younger brother. Song Jia listened to Li Junzheng, one of the eight characters of the two brothers lacked gold and the other lacked land, "The name is still from the uncle!" Jun Zheng said with a smile, seeing Song Jia's blank look and sneering - Li Junzheng really likes to laugh, he explained: "It's your grandfather." ”

Song Jia sighed, and he didn't know whether he understood or didn't understand.

Today is the day of the rush in Triangle Town, and you can see farmers carrying baskets and burdens everywhere, shouting and shouting one after another, even at noon, it is still very lively. In addition to picking up Song Jia, Jun Zheng Junchen also took advantage of this opportunity to do business by the way.

Song Jia stood on the side and watched with interest, the brothers were selling herbs that he couldn't name. Jun Zheng said that they picked it from the mountains, and it could be sold for about 100 yuan to cure stomach problems and headaches.

"Song Jia, are you hungry?" Jun Zheng was busy for a long time and remembered that there was still a person standing next to him, and he thought badly. Before coming, his father specially warned the two brothers to take good care of the little brother in the city, Li Junzheng quickly turned his head and asked while wiping his sweat.

Song Jia shook his head, he was really tired and sleepy, but he wasn't very hungry: "I just got in the car and didn't want to eat." ”

His words are bright and crisp, completely different from the voicefulness of the country. The young man has a good appearance, and he is very brilliant when he is neatly dressed and stands there. The villagers couldn't help but take a few more glances when they passed by, and people who were familiar with the Junchen brothers sounded.

"You are Li Maoshen's grandson?" An old-looking middle-aged man stood up to him and asked, carrying a basket of earthen pears on his shoulder.

"Which uncle is it?" Song Jia frowned slightly, the heavy smell of sweat on the man's body made him feel very uncomfortable, and he was embarrassed to avoid it.

The middle-aged man smiled innocently, "I should call Zuzu (great-grandfather)!" He put the basket on the ground and asked Song Jia to take it: "Uncle, eat a pear." ”

Song Jia was dumbfounded, and he looked at Jun Zheng who was standing on the side at a loss. Jun Zheng looked like he should be, and he greeted the man with a big grin: "Li Sanwa, are you here to sell pears?" ”

The man named Li Sanwa nodded: "Yes." He looked up at Song Jia again, "Uncle Zheng, call the little uncle to eat pears." ”

Jun Zheng pushed Song Jia with a smile and pointed at him: "Take a few and take a few." ”

When Li Sanwa left, Song Jia asked Jun Zheng: "Why does he call me uncle?" ”

"He called Uncle Ancestor, who is younger than you." Jun Zheng saw that the time was almost up, and beckoned Jun Chen to pack his things, "Let's go back." He put the basket on his back and put Jia's bag in Junchen's basket, "If you want to walk a little, Song Jia, can you still walk?" ”

Jun Chen, who hadn't spoken much, said slowly: "Take a tractor." ”

Jun Zheng asked Song Jia, "Okay?" ”

Song Jia glanced at a truckload of people not far away, and sighed, "Let's go back." ”

Jun Zheng smiled and said, "That's okay." Not far anyway. ”

What Song Jia didn't expect was that the three of them walked for two hours as Li Junzheng's mouth said, "not far away".

Finally seeing the house with black tiles and white walls in the col, Song Jia suddenly felt that his lead-filled legs became heavier. Reluctantly followed down the ridge, and one stumbled and almost fell into the rice field next to him. Fortunately, Jun Chen walked behind, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he quickly grabbed him by the back collar and pulled him, so as to avoid falling and falling all over the mud.

"Jiajia, did you fall?" Li Shengli, who ran out, was startled, he knew what Song Jia was pampered at home, and walked over in a few steps and asked one after another: "Are you scared?" ”

Li Shengli is the relative who went to send rice to his grandmother's house, and later Song Jia asked his grandmother what to call her, and her grandmother said it in detail, Song Jia thought for a long time and shouted with some uncertainty: "Uncle cousin?" ”

"Eh, just call uncle." Seeing that Song Jia was nothing, Li Shengli turned his attention to the two sons, his face sank, and he scolded: "Two turtle sons, how did you do it!" With your cousin so far away, why don't you take a car!? ”

Jun Zheng lowered his head and didn't dare to speak, Jun Chen said next to him: "Asked, Song Jia said personally......"

"A ****! Your brother won't be able to say no! Li Shengli slapped his eldest son on the head and said hatefully: "How did I explain to you before you left?!" ”

Song Jia couldn't help but help her cousins defend: "I said I wouldn't sit, so I came up in the car, and I didn't want to take the car." ”

Li Shengli glared at Jun Chen, then turned back to Song Jia and smiled, a deep wrinkle squeezed out of his forehead: "Jiajia, you haven't been here, it's far away!" Tired of walking? ”

At this time, Song Jia didn't dare to say that he was tired, he hurriedly laughed: "I also want to exercise at school, I'm not tired." ”

Li Shengli praised: "Jiajia is so capable." He smiled and said, "We'll eat in a while, you can go play by yourself first." He turned around and sternly warned his two sons: "Take Jiajia to play, it's better to live!" ”

As soon as Li Shengli walked away, the atmosphere of the three of them was a little awkward. Song Jia felt that he had affected the two brothers, and his face was a little sneering and he didn't dare to speak. But Jun Zheng said very happily: "Song Jia wants to wash his hands." ”

"Uncle is so scary......" changed his name, Song Jia whispered.

Only then did Jun Chen say sullenly: "It's okay, my dad has this temper." After speaking, he explained to his younger brother: "You take Song Jia to rest first, put the back here, and I'll take it in." ”

Jun Chen was called by the adults to help the family, and Jun Zheng took Song Jiacheng around before eating.

"That's the bun on our roof." Eighteen-year-old Jun Zheng commented on the family's property very sophisticatedly: "It's just that I don't plant much, so I can only pick it up and feed the pigs." ”

Song Jia took a pergola and looked in the direction Jun Zheng pointed to, he only saw one green wave after another with no end in the staircase, and couldn't help but turn around and say, "Ah, I can't see it." ”

"You can't see it when you come back the first time," Jun Zheng said with a smile, "We watch it every day, and we get tired of it." ”

"Jun Zheng, how high are you studying?" Song Jia put down his hand and asked casually.

"I don't read anymore." Jun Zheng's tone was very flat, and he looked at Song Jia's somewhat guilty expression and smiled, "Oh, it's me who personally don't want to read it." The precocious young man waved his hand, "What's the use of reading so many books, it's not like someone in our village is in high school, and his dad owes a lot of debt." Speaking of this, he pouted disapplausively, "So much money, it's not over." ”

Song Jia was dumbfounded. He looked at his cousin's dark face, and finally looked away.

The wind blows through the valley, the rice waves are undulating, and the greenery is abundant.

Later, Song Jia learned that most of the children in this village would not continue to study after finishing junior high school. Some of them are because of family conditions, and some of them are simply because of "it's useless to study, and you can't find a job when you come out." "For them, instead of spending years in high school and trying to get into a university that they don't know if they will find a way out after graduation, it is better to graduate from junior high school and help their families for a few years and then go to work in the coast.

For them, this means better options.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Jia finally had a postponed lunch. Stir-fried bacon with garlic sprouts, fried buns and white, back to the pot meat, steamed pork ribs, boiled sausages. It was full of small square tables. The meat is soaked in oil, and the bright red pepper-green onion is appetizing.

Cousin Li Shengli took a small jar with a bamboo pipe and gave it to Song Jia: "Rice wine, do you want to drink it?" ”

Song Jia took it curiously and took a sip, the sweet and glutinous taste immediately filled his mouth, and then it was hot and spicy like a knife. He hurriedly picked up the teapot and drank water, stuck out his tongue for a long time and said, "It's so spicy!" ”

The people around laughed. Jun Zheng took the wine, took a sip on the bamboo pipe, and then said regretfully: "If it's winter, you can still drink it after it's hot." ”

When the food was rising, several people at the same table took off their shirts and drank bare-chested: "Hello brothers, three peach orchards, four seasons of wealth, five leaders, six or six shun, seven clever sisters, eight horses and two flights, the wine is full, all for you......"

"Drink up!"

Jun Chen drank it dry in one gulp, and scolded with a red face: "Immortal Banban!" Again! ”

Jun Zheng laughed, he took a chopstick dish, and then slowly stretched out his hand: "It's a mess!" It's a mess -- it's good, it's too good (two)! Three peach orchards, three three three! Four seasons of wealth, four is four! The five leaders can't jump five! Six-six smooth, can't flow out! Qiqiao sister, Qixinggang, ride up! Eight horses fly and climb down!

The wine is full, and the wine is a packet of medicine! It's all for you, it's all in the wine! ”

This time it was Junchen who smiled, and he pushed the wine glass: "Drink!" ”

The brothers laughed.