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Zheng Changzhuang is an administrative village of Xialiangwan Township, and more than 200 households are scattered on the sunny slope of a two- or three-mile-long ravine like sheep. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zheng Qiming's home is in the middle of hundreds of households, in a small courtyard on the side of the mountain road, where Zheng Qiming's parents and his younger brother's family live.

Zheng Changzhuang has few highlands, and the flater places have become courtyards for residents, and thousands of large and small fields cultivated by each family, like tapestries that change colors with the seasons, are hung obliquely on the hillside.

Zheng Qiming's small courtyard house sits in the north and faces south, leeward to the sun, good visibility, open the window and the sun and the moon, close the door to the family, hard and busy farming, and a worry-free life, so that the whole family can enjoy the family and enjoy the family. At the bottom of the ravine where Zheng Changzhuang is located, there is a stream that comes out of the cracks in the rocks on the mountain, the upstream of the stream is not wide, and the stream jumps on the stones, making a "lala" sound, like an enthusiastic girl singing; When the stream reached the bottom of the hillside of Zheng Qiming's house, it was already two or three feet wide, and the stream flowed unhurriedly, and its voice was much quieter than that upstream, like a mature and steady middle-aged woman, moving slowly and quietly, whispering about family life; When the small river reaches the mouth of the ravine, it has been more than a foot wide, silent, stable and quiet, just like an old woman who is tired of walking and taking a nap, only when there are fallen leaves floating on the water surface, people can see that she is flowing slowly, reluctantly crossing the highway culvert, leaving Zheng Changzhuang, to find her own home.

The people of Zheng Changzhuang had never seen the world, so they called the creek a river, and gave it a nice name - Qingshui River.

Zheng Changzhuang Mountain is high and steep, the mobile phone signal is not good, and the TV images are not clear, but all kinds of information from the outside world can still be transmitted to everyone here through various channels.

Qin Yuefang got off the long-distance bus at the fork in the road to the village.

The first family to see when entering the ditch mouth of Zheng Changzhuang lived on the bank of the Qingshui River, only a dozen meters away from the highway, and the second daughter of this family, Xiaocui, was Qin Yuefang's close friend back then. When Qin Yuefang was the secretary of the Youth League branch in the production brigade, Xiaocui was a member of the Communist Youth League in the village.

Xiaocui's father, Zheng Quanxing, is an honest and honest farmer, old and frail, and can no longer work in the fields. Because he lived next to the highway and there were many cars coming and going, he opened a window on the wall of his east house and sold haberdashery. Later, the county post and telecommunications bureau asked him to sell some newspapers and magazines, and Xiaocui's house became the economic and cultural center and information dissemination center of Zheng Changzhuang. There are many people here, and it is not only the wholesale department of Dadao news, but also the transit station of gossip.

In the years when ********** was at its worst, Xiaocui's younger siblings scrambled to crawl out of their mother's womb and come to the chaotic world to join in the fun. Xiaocui's family is also a big family in Zheng Changzhuang, and now most of her brothers and sisters are married alone, and only one old pimple brother lives with her father and mother. Xiaocui's mother is not too old, only in her seventies, but she is already old and stormy, her body is bent, like a boiled Jiwei shrimp, her face is wrinkled, like a girl's pleated skirt, and her body is so thin that it seems that a gust of third-level wind can blow it away. Xiaocui's father is hard to buy with money, and he is old and thin, with loose skin and few muscles and hard bones, like an old loofah that has been dried. But others are old-eyed, and they recognize Qin Yuefang as soon as they look at their faces.

Xiaocui's family had few laborers, many people who ate idle meals, lived in poverty, and had a difficult life. Qin Yuefang's family lived in relatively better conditions at that time, and often helped Xiaocui's family.

Xiaocui's mother wiped her tearful eyes with her sleeves, and looked at Qin Yuefang's shoulders for a while before she docked the woman in front of her with the name Qin Yuefang, thinking of the relationship between Qin Yuefang and her daughter back then, the old lady's weathered old face turned into a dry chrysanthemum, and she moved the bench and poured boiling water, so enthusiastic that it seemed that her own Xiaocui had returned to her mother's house.

Qin Yuefang took out two boxes of chocolates from her bag and handed them to Xiaocui's mother and said, "Auntie, I know you have a bad mouth, so I brought you some snacks that you can bite into." ”

Xiaocui's mother took the snack, pulled Qin Yuefang's arm, and said with a toothless mouth: "You haven't been back to your hometown for four or five years, my aunt misses you very much, I will eat at my house this afternoon, and I will also make you corn and white flour pancakes that you and Xiaocui love to eat." ”

Qin Yuefang was in a hurry to go home, declined Xiaocui's kindness, and picked up two bags and was about to go up the mountain. Xiaocui's father said to Qin Yuefang on the side: "Don't be in a hurry to leave, Qiming's father knows that you are coming back today, let me tell him when I see you, he asked people to come down the mountain to pick you up." ”

Qin Yuefang said with a smile: "My martial arts on the mountain road have not been wasted, I don't grind tires on the mountain, I don't need gasoline, and I can exercise my body, and I can walk home in less than half an hour." ”

Xiaocui's father hurriedly stopped her and said, "That's not good, this is what I told Qiming and his father, if he doesn't say that someone will come down the mountain to pick you up, I will send you up the mountain directly." ”

After Xiaocui's father finished speaking, he walked outside the courtyard, let go of his voice and shouted a few times to the mountain: "Yuefang is back, Yuefang is back, Yuefang is back!" ”

Under an old elm tree more than 100 meters to the mountain, there lived a family, and a middle-aged woman came out of this house, and she shouted a few times into the mountain: "Yuefang is back------

At the bend in the ravine, several people were working in the fields, and one of the young men put down the belongings in his hand, and also let go of his throat and shouted to the mountain: "Yuefang is back, Yuefang is back!" ”

Less than two minutes later, a sentence came back through the mouths of a few people just now:

"Got it!"

"Got it!"

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Yuefang is very familiar with this kind of communication method in her hometown that has lasted for many years, although in the past few years there have been telephones installed in the village, and in recent years, many young people have also equipped mobile phones to use when running errands outside the mountain, but the villagers have not yet discarded this traditional way of communication. Some people have something to do, no matter how big or small, as long as you stand at the door and shout a few loudly, someone will be your mouthpiece, like "Xiaofeng, your mother asked you to go home for dinner!" "Xiurong, go to Mizoguchi to pick up your sister home!" The content of a call will soon pass through the mouths of many people and resound throughout the entire ravine of Zheng Changzhuang.

This method of communication is economical, which can not only save money and expenses, but also deepen the feelings of the villagers, and the disadvantage is that sometimes the content transmitted is "distorted". Once, Zheng Fanglong's cattle living at the foot of the mountain were in labor, Zheng Fanglong went to the market outside the mountain and did not come back, his wife called out to his son who lived on the mountain after the separation: "Qingquan is coming back soon, our cow is about to give birth." ”

A man not far from her house helped her shout towards the mountain: "Qingquan is coming back, your mother's cow is about to give birth!" ”

A boy from a family living on the upper side then shouted up the hill: "Qingquan is coming back, your mother is about to give birth!" ”

Just ten minutes after Zheng Quanxing finished shouting, a small four-wheeled tractor "suddenly" panted and rushed down the mountain on the road covered with stones and eggs.

The "old master" who drove the tractor was Zheng Qiming's little nephew Chunwa, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

He said that his grandparents were waiting at home in a hurry, and they had already urged him to go down the mountain.

Qin Yuefang said goodbye to Xiaocui's father, sat on the tractor driven by Chunwa, and traced the source along the Qingshui River.

The mountains of her hometown opened their welcoming arms to her.