The rooster crows of Yirenzhuang come and go, and the wind is stirring in response to the call.

I jumped out of bed, changed into sportswear, and opened the bamboo door.

It was a wet March morning, and Yirenzhuang was still shrouded in a thin layer of mist. Nini, the puppy, ran cheerfully towards me from the other end of the path, wagging her tail and sniffing my trouser legs. I know it's saying good morning to this new friend of mine. I kicked my legs, twisted my waist, and started my morning run with Nini.

A flock of white gulls swept low past the casuarina forest, hovering silently, and then flew off into the distance. Through the morning light, I could almost see the blue air flowing like waves of water under the swaying of the wings of the gulls. At the edge of the trail are a pile of vegetables and vegetables, and a shelf of melons is erected. The roots of the vegetables are red and the seedlings are positive, and the melon vines are green and strong. The trail stretches around the pond, and there are some triangular plum trees planted on the slope of the pond, and the red, white and pink triangular plum blossoms dotted among the green leaves are dancing like colorful butterflies. On the water, schools of fish are leisurely feeding, sometimes talking to each other, sometimes gathering quickly, and sometimes fleeing in all directions, without any order. The pond is planted with Xianglian, and at the end of spring, the water surface has poked out of the pointed lotus, and some have a small green umbrella. At the other end of the pond, a group of white geese and gray ducks encircled by the isolation net fluttered and played in the water, dressed up, grinding their ears and temples, and entangled. On the other side of the trail, there are all kinds of fruit trees, which absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and grow vigorously according to the rain and dew of the heavens and the earth......

I was so enchanted by the morning view of the pleasant manor that I ran three laps along the pond in one go, and did not stop until I was sweating. I was calm, looking to the east, stretching out my hands to welcome the first rays of sunshine in my new life in the countryside.

"Morning, talk about reporters."

The second uncle was holding an iron bucket in his left hand, leaning to the left, and walking towards me from the other side of the path with his right hand.

"Second uncle, it's early!" I greeted. "What are you mentioning? Do you want to help? I felt like he was struggling to lift it.

"Feed the chickens breakfast - it's okay, don't look at me old, I can do it." The second uncle said as he changed the iron bucket in his left hand to his right hand, leaned his body to the right, and walked forward with his left hand stroke by stroke. "You don't sleep too much?" He talked to me as he walked.

"It's a pity to sleep lazy in such a beautiful morning, get up early and run a few laps in the village." I say.

"That's that, the air is good in the morning, get up early to maintain your health!" The second uncle said.

At the end of the trail is a lush casuarina forest with a row of grey bungalows and a row of low chicken coops to the east. I followed my second uncle and walked over, and saw some red notes pasted on the small window of the chicken coop, on which the notes were written with a brush: This chicken is not sold out, it is exclusively for the land god to enjoy!

I find this note interesting, "The land god still eats chicken?" I asked.

The second uncle laughed and said: "These are the farmer's native chickens that really eat insect grass seeds, due to the limited stocking space, a batch can only raise a hundred or so chickens, the shortest time to raise seven or eight months, the longer the time to raise for nearly a year, the longer the better." When the guests from the city saw these local chickens, they pestered the owner of Huang Zhuang to buy them. At first, the owner of Huang Zhuang did not refuse, as long as he spoke, he would generally sell one or two, and later, the guests passed on ten or ten hundreds, and they all came to these local chickens. The village couldn't supply it at all, and the owner of the Huang village couldn't refuse the guests in person, so we came up with this trick. Hehe...... "The second uncle pouted his ass and poured food into the basin while chatting with me about the things in the village.

The chickens hooked their shoulders and chirped around with ambiguous expressions. The hen is simple and virtuous, the gelding is feminine and arrogant, and the rooster is beautiful and arrogant. In front of the food, they don't care about decency, you fight for me, and quickly peck at a bucket of leftovers. When the second uncle opened the door of the chicken coop, they rushed forward and rushed into the wilderness, leaving the remnants of their night in the chicken coop.

After the second uncle cleaned up the messy chicken coop, he said to me, "Talk about reporters, let's go to the front yard for breakfast." ”

I laughed and said, "Okay." Then he followed the second uncle along the stone path to the front yard.

Under the loquat tree, cups, plates, and chopsticks are neatly arranged on a wide wooden table, a pot of golden boiled sweet potatoes is steaming, and a lace bamboo basket with broken handles holds more than a dozen boiled eggs with shells, shining with a crystal-like lustre.

At the table sat a young man eating breakfast, wearing a black T-shirt, a pair of terrazzo blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers on his feet - this is the fashionable dress of young people in the island city. I noticed that the young man's strong arm was tattooed with a dragon that soared through the clouds. Seeing me staring at his arm, he looked a little flustered, smiled at me, and instinctively tugged at the short sleeve on his arm to hide the tattoo.

My second uncle introduced me to Ajay.

"Ha, you're Applejack who climbed the roof to have fun last night?" I smiled at him.

His face turned red and he nodded, "Good morning, talking about reporters!" He greeted me a little shyly.

I said, "Good morning, too!" ”

"The breakfast in the village is simple, the sweet potatoes are grown by ourselves, and the eggs are laid by the local chickens in the village." The second uncle held a plate of fried chili peppers in front of me, "Master Huang Zhuang has explained, you are from Hunan, and you can't do without chili peppers." He smiled innocently.

I didn't see the owner of Huang Zhuang. I asked, "What about Master Huang?" ”

The second uncle looked at the house of the owner of Huang Zhuang and whispered to me: "He is still sleeping, he doesn't sleep well at night, and he gets up late in the morning." ”

I scooped a bowl of boiled sweet potatoes and tasted it.

"What does it taste like?" The second uncle couldn't wait to ask me.

"Hmm...... It's very powdery, sticky, and sweet - it tastes good! I said and took another big sip.

The second uncle was obviously very satisfied with my evaluation, he wiped the water stains on his hands, and said with a smile: "I thought you city people don't like to eat this." ”

I said, "It's different now, the people in the city treat all the grains as treasures, and besides, the city is expensive." ”

"As long as it's delicious, it's delicious." The second uncle's face continued to stretch with pleasure, he sat down opposite me, drank sweet potato soup, and turned on the radio switch on his neck - the gongs and drums choked the huqin melodiously, and the woman came on the stage with a faint grievance:

It is still from the deep boudoir to the cold, and the warm wind blows the dream to Lin'an......

"Second uncle, can you change something new, listen to this play every day, you don't have sores in your ears?" Applejack, who was eating breakfast, raised her head and said to her second uncle with a disgusted expression.

"You know a fart, these sounds good!" The second uncle said angrily.

"Red leaves inscribed poems, talented and beautiful women." I swallowed a mouthful of eggs and said to my second uncle with a smile.

The second uncle looked at me in amazement, and for a long time, he exclaimed, "Hey, how do you understand our island drama?!" ”

I said, "I've been on the island for so many years, and I've heard it many times. ”

The second uncle obviously found a bosom friend, he turned off the radio, laughed at me and said, "Talking about reporters, this situation, I really want to recite a poem!" ”

"I didn't expect the second uncle to have Yaxingha who recited poetry!" I laughed.

The second uncle was full of interest, looked serious, and asked me, "Do you understand...... Write poetry or not? ”

I laughed in my heart, but I still showed humility and said, "I have written some poems in the past. ”

"Ah, you really know how to write poetry?!" The second uncle is even more overjoyed.

I nodded.

"I love it...... Poetry, but I don't know how to write it. The second uncle said, "When I was young, I went to the poetry stage and could memorize a lot of poems!" The second uncle couldn't help but start reciting the poem in a frustrated tone:

The east wind is blowing

The drums of war are beating

Now in the world

Who's afraid of whom......

Ajie on the other side laughed, and the sweet potato in his mouth sprayed the table.

I covered my mouth and couldn't help laughing.

The second uncle's face turned red to the root of his ears, he stopped reciting the poem, squinted at Applejack in annoyance, and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Applejack asks her second uncle, "Are you poetry?" ”

The second uncle replied with a firm expression: "Of course it's poetry, and it's revolutionary poetry." He turned to me and asked, "Talking about reporters, do you say no?" ”

My heart has already blossomed. I made a judgment and replied, "It's poetry, too." ”

The second uncle was very proud, and he teased Yu Ajie: "If you don't study, you will kill people." ”

Applejack's eyes widened and she said, "Well, I haven't read a book." However, I have been in elementary school for eight years, and I am rated as the most familiar face in the school, and new teachers always ask me about the inside of the school. ”

I burst into laughter.

The second uncle's face faded from the red of annoyance, and his cloudy eyes flashed with excitement. He began to recall to us the era of poetry that belonged to him. He said: "In the evening, the village will hold a poetry competition, which is lively, and men, women and children all come to the stage to recite poems. At that time, I was young, had a good memory, and I could memorize a lot of poems, so that I could be lazy and work less. By the end of the year, I had more work than the able-bodied laborers. The second uncle laughed proudly, and Applejack laughed too, and I laughed too. The second uncle continued: "At that time, it would be miserable if you memorized the wrong poem. Once, my neighbor's landlord's mother-in-law memorized the poem of Mao **, and memorized 'all the past, count the romantic characters, and look at the present day' to memorize the past, count the hooligan characters, and look at the present dynasty! The old woman was pulled off the stage on the spot and beaten half to death. Alas, it's really pitiful......"

The second uncle recalled the incident and showed a sentimental expression. He stood up and added me a bowl of sweet potatoes.

I said, "Don't add it to me, you can eat more." ”

The second uncle said: "If it's enough, just don't waste it." Then he asked me, "You must be a good drinker, right?" ”

I shook my head and said, "Not great." ”

"Do you drink when you're writing poetry?" The second uncle asked curiously.

I laughed and said, "I don't drink when I write poetry." ”

"Three sentences are inseparable from wine—" Applejack interjected to mock the second uncle, "just a drunkard." ”

The second uncle ignored him and continued to ask me, "How much can you drink at most?" ”

I said, "Two glasses." ”

"Only two glasses?"

It's unbelievable that the second uncle thinks that I don't drink and write poetry. He looked disappointed and muttered, "People say that Li Baidou has a hundred poems about wine." ”

I said, "I'm not Li Bai, I really can't drink it." ”

He shook his head like a banana fan, so much so that half of the bowl of sweet potato soup in his hand splashed on the table. He quickly put down the bowl and got up to get a rag from the kitchen.

Applejack quietly told me that the second uncle was from the suburbs of Island City and used to work as a cook in a restaurant in Island City. "He's good at everything, but he's addicted to alcohol, his wife and children have been let drink away, and he has lost his job. Brother Huang met him when he went to the island city and took him to the village. After arriving in the village, he still couldn't stop drinking, and often asked the villagers of Lingshan to drink. Sometimes, drink from morning to noon and from noon to evening...... Brother Huang couldn't control it at all. Applejack glanced at the kitchen and saw that the second uncle hadn't come out yet, so he continued to uncover the bottom: "People drink because they blush, and he drinks because he has a black face." During that time, his face was still red every morning, but by noon, it had become black and blue. At night, it becomes the bottom of a pot. One night, I almost scared him silly - I got up to pee and saw him sitting alone under a tree drinking, I walked over to greet him, and I only saw his neck - I didn't see his face! ”

"What's going on?" I asked Applejack.

Applejack said, "That day, he drank all day's wine, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot. That night, it was very dark, so I couldn't see his face clearly! There was a moon in the sky and a drunkard on the earth. ”

I laughed and burst into tears.

Applejack said, "Brother Huang forced him to quit drinking, and Brother Huang said, "In Island City, I can't control you; Come here, you'll have to listen to me. Otherwise, leave! Seeing that Brother Huang was hard, the second uncle had no choice, and then finally quit. Unexpectedly, I became obsessed with listening to dramas again...... Became a drama nerd! ”

The second uncle came out of the kitchen with a rag in his hand. As he walked, he shook his head and chanted a poem with a happy face:

The east wind is blowing

The drums of war are beating

Now in the world

Who's afraid of whom......

This time, I laughed aloud with Applejack.

Applejack asks me sincerely, "Talking reporter, can you teach me how to write poetry?" ”

I laughed and said, "How do you want to learn to write poetry?" ”

"I think if you can write poetry, it's easier to find a girlfriend."

"Okay, if you read the words I wrote on the blackboard once a day, you will be able to write poetry." I joked as I pointed to an old wall on the side of the yard leading to the path. There was an abandoned blackboard hanging on the wall, as well as a few pieces of chalk, which was probably used by the owner of Huang Zhuang to record the farming work in the village. Obviously haven't used it for a long time, and the color is mottled. I thought about it, I wiped it clean, one can practice my chalk handwriting, and the other can record my feelings about this rural life.

"Yes, yes!" Applejack happily replied.

"It's very lively." The owner of the Huang Zhuang walked out of the house wearing a linen shirt and shoulders high and low. I saw that his face was tired and haggard. He sat down at the table, and the second uncle hurriedly prepared the dishes and chopsticks, served sweet potato soup, and peeled two boiled eggs. "Talking about reporters, are you used to eating breakfast at this farmhouse?" The owner of Huang Zhuang asked me while eating.

I said, "Pretty good, get used to it." ”

"That's good." Master Huang smiled and nodded.

I wanted to ask him if he remembered what happened last night, but in front of Uncle and Applejack, I couldn't ask. "Are there many fish in this pond?" I couldn't find the words to ask casually.

"There's a lot of it, there are wild and free-range ones!" Applejack interjected.

"Can you fish? I asked.

"Of course," the second uncle said to me, packing up the dishes and chopsticks, "we are worried that the fish in the pond will not be able to come up!" ”

"Talking about journalists like fishing?" Lord Huang Zhuang asked me in a flat tone.

"I used to go fishing with a brother." I laughed, "He is an old criminal policeman who served as the director of the public security bureau, and he was demoted because he missed the arrest of criminals, and he was disheartened, and often asked me to accompany him to fish." ”

Lord Huang frowned, he stood up, "Fishing is the same as catching people, it also requires patience. He turned back to me. I saw a subtle mocking smile on his lips.