When the seven old men came home, Qiuqiu ran over with a scream of joy and rubbed his trousers affectionately.

The Seven Old Men picked up the ball and kissed it on its furry head.

"What the hell have you done, little thing, look at you all over your body." The Seven Old Men found the blood on Qiuqiu's body.

Qiuqiu jumped out of the arms of the seven old men, ran over, and dragged his loot over and placed it in front of the seven old men.

"Yo, look at what you little guy can do." The seven old men looked at the rats who usually hurt their brains, and their hearts blossomed, "Little things, it's really more useful than a cat." You don't know, dogs take rats - nosy. ”

Qiuqiu barked twice at the dead mouse, showing off his merits. It seems to be saying that it is going to fight these rats to the end like a cat.

"Yo, good boy, what a good doll, grandpa likes you." The seven old men picked up Qiuqiu and kissed the white hair on its head again.

Qiuqiu stretched out his little pink tongue and licked the face of the seven old men, and the seven old men laughed happily.

After lunch, the seven old men led the old ewe to graze on the Cheche Mountain. I'm busy collecting and selling vegetables these days, and I haven't let it out to eat grass for a long time.

The sun was shining warmly, making people feel comfortable and want to sleep. Qiuqiu followed behind the seven old men, running and jumping all the way.

There was not a single cloud in the sky, and it was intoxicatingly blue. The seven old men looked up at the sun. The sun doesn't shine so brightly.

Along the way, a lot of land was empty. The seven old men felt a little pity in their hearts. After all, he is still old, so much land, he really can't plant, if he is still young, he must have to plant more than ten acres.

Now there are no young people in the village, and there is no one to plant the land far from the farms.

It's a pity for the seven old men to have these lands, such good land, just like that, if they are all planted, how much grain will they have to harvest in a year.

When the land was distributed to each family, people were so happy and so energetic.

At that time, people really cherished the land. For the sake of some border boundaries, in order to be able to grow a row of crops, there are many fights and quarrels.

At that time, the flat land on the top of Cheche Hill was a battlefield where people quarreled. Although that kind of thing shows the selfish and narrow-minded side of the farmers in Sichuan, it also highlights the importance and cherishing of the land.

I remember that in the first year of the decentralization of the land, looking at the golden rice drying in the courtyard dam, the seven old men felt like looking at the gold in the land, and the joy in their hearts was even happier than when he got married and went into the cave house.

At that time, I thought that this world is really good, and I don't have to worry about not having food anymore. You don't have to add an extra scoop of water to cook porridge anymore, and put two extra sweet potatoes in cooking dry rice.

Even Jinbao's mother, who was sick all year round, was able to go to the field to harvest. The woman who had no interest actually cried while holding a handful of heavy golden rice, saying that she had not received so much food in the big collective for several years.

In those years, people really regarded the land as a treasure, and crops were planted in those corners and corners where a hoe could be laid. The thin slopes on Cheche Hill have been reclaimed.

The seven old men led the old ewe and walked along the mountain road to Cheche Mountain.

The mountains in the river are actually not mountains, they are just small bags, and the absolute height generally does not exceed 100 meters. Those small hills make the whole land of Sichuan undulating, twisting and turning.

Winter in the land of Kawanaka is not so bleak. Although it is not as prosperous as in summer, it is still full of life.

The crops in the field are still deep and light greens, rape, peas, beans......

The weeds in the field are still growing wantonly, wheat grass, sawsaw vines, goose intestines......

Of course, there are still flowers that are not afraid of the cold, pink flowers with broken intestines, small white flowers with goose intestines, golden remnants of wild chrysanthemums, and pink goose yellow with spring flowers......

The seven old men led the old ewe up the slope of Cheche Mountain, tied the old ewe to a mulberry tree, and let it eat the weeds by itself.

Qiuqiu chased the old ewe, who dragged the rope back and forth on the grass, and from time to time lowered her head and used her horns to push the naughty ball.

The seven old men lit the leaf cigarette and took a deep breath, the hot and spicy taste choked into his chest, and there was a numb and comfortable feeling.

Sitting on a stone, the eyes of the seven old men drifted away.

The undulating mountains in the distance were shrouded in a faint layer of cyan. The land in front of you resembles a lake with gently undulating waves.

The Black Beach River flows like water into those mountain bags, and no one knows where it is going.

It's been a long time since the seven old men have seen the land under their feet like this.

In the past, this land was always full of crops, and every season, the land was rich in color and life, like a large carpet of charm.

Now, the carpet is broken, there is a gap here, a scar there, and it is sad to see.

Now, even those ditches along the Black Beach River are not cultivated. That's the best field to protect the harvest in drought and flood. It's just that it's far away from people's homes, and it's troublesome to harvest seeds.

The fields were filled with water, shining brightly in the sunlight like broken mirrors.

The seven old men withdrew their gaze and stayed on this hillside. Weeds and shrubs have spread all over this slope. Silk hairy grass, marsan tree, hooked thorn, yellow wattle...... Unscrupulously growing wildly.

There is not even a good land on the other side of the Heitan River, let alone the slopes of these two soils.

Year after year, people alienated their feelings for the land, year after year, the land became barren, and year after year, the hearts of the seven old men were also barren.

He loved the land under his feet so much. The land does not deceive people, as long as you exert your strength, as long as the weather is good, the land will grow good crops and nurture generations of Sichuan people. This purple-red earth, pinching a handful of soil in your hand seems to be able to pinch out the oil, and you can smell its fragrance.

The land in the village is like their parents, brothers, and relatives in the hearts of the generation of the seven old men. Each field has its own name. What is the triangle, the square field, the spring water swing, the bend field dam, the long slope slope......

People talk about each field as if they were talking about a familiar person in the village, their own children, their own fathers and brothers.

The Seven Old Men thought that maybe people in the future would not know the names of these fields, just like the dolls who walked out of the village for a year or even a few years and did not come back, they might forget that it was this purple land that raised them.

There was a fluttering sound, and a brightly colored pheasant was startled up from the grass and landed on the western hillside.

Over the years, no one has cut the weeds on the mountain, no one has cut down the shrubs, and there are more wild things that have not been seen for a long time. Hares sometimes run to the side of the road, pheasants run to the yards, and the white-haired herons often stop at the paddy fields.

Qiuqiu had never seen anything like this before, and screamed and chased after him.

The pheasant flew up again and flew towards the bamboo grove at the bottom of the western slope. The ball swung its short four legs and chased it with perseverance. Without paying attention, he rolled down the hillside.

This little fool, people have wings, can you catch up? The seven old men were amused and angry, and ran over.

Qiuqiu ran into the bamboo forest and barked at the pheasant resting on a bitter nan tree.

Originally, there were several households in the bamboo forest. Now everyone has moved to the concrete road in the village and built new houses, leaving some broken walls and ruins in the bamboo forest, which is desolate and dilapidated.

The remnants of the stove still bear the marks of smoke and fire. The former cement dam is overgrown with weeds. The crest of the well collapsed, and the earth filled the mouth of the well, and the round circle of the well was like a distracted eye.

The wind blew, rolling up some remnants of wheat straw that used to build houses, and some garbage from the past, showing a bald atmosphere. It's miserable and a little frightening.

There was a relatively well-preserved adobe house in the courtyard where a few sheep bleated. It was the old house of the Kampar family. Jinbao is a sheep dealer, and he keeps sheep in this old house that he has not yet killed.

"Qiuqiu, come here, let's go back." The seven old men beckoned to the unwilling Qiuqiu.

"Seven, seven, is that you?" An old voice came from the dilapidated adobe house of the Jinbao family, which made the seven old men stand cold.