Chapter 29: The Stinky Man

The summer vacation is coming to an end, and Dahong goes to Qinglong Primary School to inquire about the news of high school. There was no shadow when I walked into the campus, although it was only a few dozen days, but the playground was surrounded by weeds and fallen leaves. Spider webs crisscrossed the doors and windows of the classroom, and a pile of tables and stools stacked in the corner of the wall made it impossible to identify the one sitting on. He walked around and stood under the willow leaves, and couldn't help but recall those times that had drifted away, and a faint sadness came to his heart, and the past was like a wisp of green smoke, making the wind blow to pieces.

"Alas, time has passed, and the past is like smoke."

"yes, I agree." A familiar voice in the background.

"Ah, Huamei. I dreamed about it last night, and it came true today. ”

After laughing, Dahong looked at her, and the childhood dream swished out in his mind: multi-headed monsters, rushing people. Especially the little girl who wears plum blossoms on her chest and is glorious......

So, overjoyed, he said, "Hua Mei, looking at you today, I'm sure you're that little girl." "Which little girl?" "A strange little girl in a childhood dream." "Hee-hee-hee. Look at your look is a little ......" "It's a daydream, isn't it?" "Not really. Can you tell me about it? ”

Dahong narrated in detail, Hua Mei listened to it fascinated, and said seriously: "Dahong, it seems that in your heart, Juxiang is also a latecomer. Dahong smiled bitterly, and she continued: "Seriously, although I am not as beautiful as that little girl, nor do I have her magical powers, but I am so touched to hear it. "At least you and I are destined." Of course, no matter who you meet and know in life, it is no accident. However, as the saying goes, it's easy to hold hands and it's hard to stay together. "No matter how difficult it is, since the dream has begun, it is time to keep doing it."

Dahong and Hua Mei left the school together, chatting while walking, unconsciously arrived at the mouth of the black dragon, reluctantly parted ways, went home and walked under the rhubarb tree, saw a puff of smoke rising from the roof, and said in his heart: "Cooking dinner, it must be my aunt who is here, and he said that he will take me to the Fang family this time." ”

Fangjiachang, located in the remote deep hilly area of southern Sichuan, had to walk sixty or seventy miles of mountain roads at night the first night to catch the next day's market. Da Hong and his aunt went to bed after dinner, and he didn't know when he fell asleep:

The sky is blue, the white clouds are long, the bamboo forest is green, and the birds are singing. Wandering among the Great Hung bamboo forests, a colorful halo suddenly rolled in front of him, and it slowly rotated in place. Hua Mei walked out of the halo, wearing a white and transparent dress, with a plum blossom on her chest......

In a small space, the blood seems to be rushing and circling in a vein. Dahong woke up in extreme excitement, his body still twitching violently, and there was an extra puddle of something in his crotch. He was ashamed and unbearable, and slapped himself a few times: "Stinky man, it turns out that you are also a stinky man!" The aunt fell asleep and said, "Dahong, if your baby doesn't hurry up and doze off, what are you doing?" "I just had a nightmare." "Who hasn't had a nightmare, why slap yourself?" "I heard that this nightmare was shattered." "Hey, that's an adult coaxing a baby. It's not too early, so get some sleep. ”

Under the moonlight, the mountains are getting bigger and bigger, the ditches are getting deeper and deeper, the roosters and dogs are barking more and more rarely, and the footsteps are getting heavier and heavier. Dahong followed his aunt, as if he was moving here and there, his heart was beating, and he grabbed his aunt: "I'll go ahead." "Hey, a young man, are you afraid that you won't be able to walk at night? Even if there are ghosts, they are not human. What are you afraid of? "I'm not afraid, I want to go ahead quickly." "Hmph, you still have to save face. I heard that you were going to high school, what did you think? "Go to the mountains and go to the countryside and return to the hometown, whether you read it or not, isn't it the same? It's better to learn business from your aunt. "It's not going to work. As the saying goes, if you are poor, you will not lose your books, and if you are rich, you will not lose your pigs. ”

Fangjiachang is surrounded by mountains on three sides, built along the south bank of the Moon River, a tributary of the Shu River, and has only a stone street of several hundred meters. But every time there is a crowd of people, almost all of them are mountain people carrying baskets. The market opens at ten o'clock in the morning and closes at two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Da Hung sat on the stone ridge on the side of the open-air black market, condescending, so that he could learn a few tricks from his aunt to do business.

My aunt first walked around the black market, bought an old man's rice, set the price in a few words, and borrowed the rod scale of others to weigh the rice.

"Ah, my aunt's right toe secretly pushed up the bottom of his back pocket."

The old man collected the money and walked away with a smile. My aunt moved his position and sold rice, and a woman came and said a few words about the price and weighed it.

"Ah, my aunt's right toe hidden under the bottom of his back pocket is stepping on a short hemp rope specially tied."

The woman gave the money and left, and the aunt went to buy and sell rice in turn. The market is almost over, and my aunt returns with a full load.

"Dahong, how do you feel?" "I don't feel it, but I can't understand it, why are these mountain people rushing to do business with you?" "Hahaha, I'll buy it at a higher price and sell it at a cheaper price. People do what they do. "Oh, it turns out that my aunt really has a conscience, and she came so far to do good deeds secretly." "Hahaha, Dahong, your baby has exalted me, but this is your love and my willingness, fair trade." "Picking the weak to bully, what's it?" "Chickens eat insects, wolves eat sheep, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, shrimp eat mud, it is natural since ancient times." "What is a matter of course? You're so inauthentic!" What is authentic? Let's just say that the large and small bodhisattvas in the temple are the most authentic. But if you don't make a commotion and burn incense to produce results, will they show mercy to you? "Alas, I'm speechless, you should be a sophist."