When time has a pattern to follow, people gradually have comfort and leisure.

Zhou Yi's life has entered an established track, and every day, that is, cleaning the chicken and duck pen, there is nothing else to do.

Fishing, teasing dogs, these things occupy almost all of his life.

Being idle is almost the same as being bored. Fishing, he couldn't eat all the fish he caught, so he made dried fish, and hung them on the kang one by one to smoke them -- the whole hall and most of the roof were occupied by hanging fish.

The daylight was getting cooler and colder, and under the cover of thicker and thicker clouds, it took on a miserable white coldness.

After a few rains, I felt the coolness, every night, I had to wear autumn clothes to protect against the cold, looked at the days, and unconsciously, it was the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Zhou Yi recalled that last night's moon didn't seem to be very round, and he didn't know what happened today.

The phone rang, it was Zhou's mother calling, asking him if he would go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather was cold, if he had any clothes to wear, and if he wanted to buy him a few.

Zhou Yi thought about it, but still didn't plan to go back.

What's the use of going back?

The father was still cold-eyed, feeling that this son had read in vain for more than ten years.

The second uncle's face must not be good-looking.

It was indeed selfish to make such a decision in the first place.

He thought about the life he wanted to be more leisurely and comfortable, thinking about "the peasant woman's spring has a little field", thinking about the poem "picking chrysanthemums under the south mountain" and "hoeing with the moon", but he forgot the high hopes given by his parents and predecessors.

But what's the use of thinking about it at the same time?

If you're selfish, you're going to be selfish again, and you're going to do something to prove that you can live well in a place like this – isn't that what your parents expect?

Another phone came in, and Zhou Yi picked it up and saw that it was his cousin's.

"Sister Wang Qun, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"Happy ghost! It's all annoying! An extremely irritated female voice came from there.

His cousin works in a township hospital.

Originally, the Mid-Autumn Festival was a statutory holiday, but for a place like a hospital, there was no holiday to speak of. In the words of some: you want to take a vacation, can you keep people from getting sick?

It's okay if you don't take a vacation, anyway, on holidays, unless you can't get seriously ill, there are still very few people who are willing to go to the hospital.

But on the contrary, his cousin is from the epidemic prevention station. The county's health bureau issued a notice for townships and towns at all levels to organize Mid-Autumn Festival activities to send warmth to the countryside, that is, to provide free medical examinations and medical treatment for villagers and farmers in the mountains.

"I came back from the countryside just now, and the car broke down at this mountain junction in Dongtian, and I couldn't go." Wang Qun took a big breath and continued, "I heard that you are growing vegetables and raising chickens in Dongtian, how did you do it? ”

"It's a lot of pressure to work outside, come back to improve your life and wash your ......soul," Zhou Yi said with a hippie smile.

"Alright, do you have anything to eat there? Send us some, I'm starving! ”

"Another car from the hospital has also driven out, and it will be a few hours before it comes."

"Ask someone else to drive a car to pick it up!"

"Catch the ghost! None of the dead people came, anyway, they all said that something was wrong. The cousin scolded. It's not that others deliberately shirk it, the New Year's festival and the ushering in the send-off, there are always more things.

"I just fried a chicken, and I'll get you some side dishes and some rice? How many of you? ”

"Okay, just hurry up! There are six of us! ”

Zhou Qing looked at the yellow chicken and chicken soup in the pot, rich and mellow, combined with the spicy and refreshing green peppers, and his saliva was about to fall.

He first ate a few pieces of chicken and grilled a bowl of rice, then poured the chicken from the pot into a large pot, sealed it with a lid, cooked another pot of rice, and fried two side dishes.

My cousin, who was so hungry, had already urged me several times.

Zhou Yi, who was originally going to add two dishes, had no choice but to stop, put the food in the space, and ran down the mountain - with his cousin's spicy appearance, if he didn't go over earlier, he would die!

He got to a flat ground under the waterfall, got on the pickup, took the food out of the space, put it on the co-pilot, and then drove the pickup truck "rumbling" out of the mountain.

The car stopped and the doors opened.

"Why did you come, starving! What about meals? Give me! ”

A group of six people was reincarnated like a starving ghost, but in a moment, a large pot of green pepper chicken, two large pots of green vegetables, and a large pot of rice were all wiped out, not to mention vegetable soup, not even a grain of rice was left.

"Zhou Yi, did you make this meal? Not bad! A middle-aged man with a big belly said.

"Of course, my cousin can stir-fry a flower with scrambled eggs and fried rice when he was a child!" This is quite a bit of boasting.

"This chicken is good! It is a local **, the skin and broth are golden and golden, and it is sweet to eat. Where did you buy the chicken? A slightly younger young man next to him said.

"Home-raised, absolutely never fed. It's right to buy chickens and find me, authentic local chickens! Ducks too! Zhou Yi took the opportunity to advertise.

"If it's all chickens like this, then you really want to keep a few for me, and I'll come and get them in two days." The pot-bellied middle-aged man who spoke earlier hurriedly said.

Even in such mountainous towns, real local chickens are rare. The so-called local chickens made in the shops outside can be semi-free-range, no matter how much feed is fed, they can be called real local chickens, which are absolutely in demand; If you buy a good breed of chicken and raise it in the mountain for seven or eight days, it is also a conscientious businessman.

Therefore, the middle-aged man said that Zhou Yi's local chicken was not worried about selling, and he deliberately booked it in advance, which was really not a joke.

"I want to keep at least two for me." The eldest cousin of Zhou Yi's family is also a foodie, so he hurriedly said.

When other people saw this, they didn't know whether it was really delicious or they felt that they had to be careful after eating other people's meals, so they ordered one or two of them.

"I really want to." Zhou Yi was surprised: "If you really want to, there are so many people, I will send them to you tomorrow." ”

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The sky was getting dark, and a headlight shone from the front, picking up Zhou Yi's eldest cousin and a few others.

Zhou Yi took advantage of the darkness and hurriedly drove back.

When I walked through the cave and returned to the old house, the mountain was still showing its last bit of white.

He walked through the more than ten acres of fruit woodland, and unexpectedly found that I don't know when, with the arrival of autumn, the insect plague has passed, and the peach saplings that have been weathered for a long time have grown up a lot under the toss of the insects, and most of them have not died due to the insect plague, but have sent out tender green, almost invisible new shoots and young leaves again.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi's heart moved, and one by one the peach trees walked over and poured the blue spring water down, hoping that these trees could really come to life......

The moon has leaped into the middle of the sky.

The moon, the size of a silver disk, did not seem to be as round as Zhou Yi imagined.

It is endlessly radiant, cold and lonely.

Zhou Yi finished watering the tree, but he couldn't sleep, moved a stool, still blown by the cold wind, looked at it blankly for a while, and finally carried the fishing rod to the lake.

The hook dipped into the flat lake with the fishing line, bringing up a circle of ripples, and the round of melting moon was swept away.

The owner of the rod seems to have forgotten to hang the bait on the hook.

The silver hook slowly floats as the water surface swims in the moonlight......

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