The adults didn't seem surprised at me as I ran home panting. Mom didn't seem to be home either, and no one came to interfere with the details of my sprint.

There are still many people living in the compound at this time, and they will gather together in their spare time. However, after hearing about this year, many families are going to move out. Because many people feel that the old house is too old, and they have to build a brick house outside.

Even later people have always been like this, they have brick houses, and they want to build houses with the same reinforced concrete structure as those in the city. But they didn't think that it was because of these cold houses that they gradually lost a lot of warmth.

No one expected the future, and at this time, everyone felt that it was a kind of ability and pride to be able to move out.

The villagers are quite leisurely in the summer afternoon, and the sun outside is still very strong. The old men were shirtless, and even some women wore only cotton vests, and everyone looked for a shady place to relax.

The buildings of the old houses in the compound where we live are all old-fashioned cornices with towering eaves, with beams and steps in front to shelter from rain and shade, and shadow walls next to them to block the wind and shade, which are more comfortable than the later reinforced concrete houses. According to traditional Chinese architecture, it is also much more beautiful.

When I returned to the compound, most of the people in the compound were idle, sitting on the wooden square at the entrance of the courtyard to escape the heat, chatting about some village parents.

Because there is nothing in every household, and everyone has nothing to hide from each other, so they are very truthful when they speak. Some people estimate the rice harvest in their fields this year, while others predict whether there will be a bumper harvest of citrus pomelo on the mountain.

Since the national policy came down to the land, the cities outside have begun to develop, but the villagers are still relatively slow to respond, and many people are still struggling with food and clothing. As for whether they can earn money from their annual work, for the villagers, it is still a question that most people have not thought of.

At this time, some families with crafts often go out to help, but they can get some additional household subsidies. As for going out to do business, it is still something that many people dare not imagine.

However, it is said that there are already people in the township, and because of business and side jobs, the family has earned a net worth of several thousand yuan. But these numbers and family assets are still unattainable and unimaginable for most farmers.

For example, my father works in a steel factory, and it is said that his salary is only a few dozen yuan a month, even if he adds bonuses and good benefits in the factory, it will not exceed 200 yuan a month. There are thousands of surpluses in the family, and for ordinary people, it is difficult to imagine and extremely envious.

Our village was relatively open-minded and early in accepting things from the outside. Because some farmers will make some vegetables, pick them to the location next to the steel factory at the entrance of the village, and sell them to those dual-income families. Although the daily income is not much, at least it is much better than elsewhere.

I know that in our small village, there are still too many people, and we have to worry about whether there is enough rice in the fields to eat, and we have to think about sweet potatoes and potatoes to replenish it. I remember my grandfather was hit hard in those turbulent times, and when I went to school, he grew some spices and sold them himself.

Most of these are the onions and garlic that are abundant in Xiangli, but grandpa's planting intentions are generally better than others. Maybe because of my father's face, my grandfather didn't pick it to sell it in the factory, but was at the intersection of the village every time, and there was a little short supply.

I went out with my grandfather a few times, and every time he sold out, he would take me to the streets. Along the way, I would pick up some cigarette butts, bring them back and grind them, and then roll them in pieces of paper for smoking.

The villagers generally smoke their own dry tobacco, dry it by themselves, cut it by themselves, and roll it by themselves. Like the cigarettes sold in the supply and marketing cooperatives, who would be willing to buy them by ordinary farmers. Grandpa wasn't actually poor, he had a retirement salary, but I knew he was frugal.

Even so, every time I see the money he wrapped in a handkerchief, I feel a little envious and surprised. It was all some pennies and gross bills, all of which he earned extra money from growing vegetables. He always used the pennies to buy me a pancake or a fragrant vegetable bun.

As for the day when you spend a dime and a half cent, you will buy me a bowl of shredded pork noodles in the supply and marketing canteen, it must have met some happy event, or the vegetables are selling well. I missed the taste of that bowl of shredded pork noodles, but I never ate it again.

It's like this kind of luxury, and it's just that I can enjoy it, and no one in the village has ever had it. Because it is difficult to earn a dime at this time, where will adults be willing to waste it to the children at home.

You can eat a bite of meat during the New Year's holidays, or encounter some wine banquets, and there will be some meat dishes on the table, which is the happiest thing for adults and children in this era.

As for wanting to make money, most people just think about it. The only thing that can be thought about by those who contract citrus orchards, grapefruit orchards, and peach orchards. Even those farmers who have contracted the pond do not have such a big idea.

The pond is full of fish all year round, and as long as there is a surplus of two or three hundred at the end of the year, it is already a very happy thing.

I don't have the ability to think about these things yet, but I like to listen to them chat. Whoever is doing well this year, who is ready to buy a TV again, and who is buying a bicycle.

Finally, he carried a stool and sat on the smooth threshold, listening to them talk while doing his homework.

The adults didn't even pay attention to my behavior, but some people praised it. I didn't pay attention to the praise and kept my head down and did my own thing. Listening to them, the last thing they said in their words was the affairs of the Renfeng family.

This is probably the hottest topic these days, and although I don't dare go over there to see the excitement, everyone is talking about it. No one blames Renfeng, but some people are worried about that child, and see how Renfeng ends up in the end.

However, some people said that there was someone from the mother's house over there, and they were sure to come over to beat people. And he said openly that he wanted the human phoenix to carry the corpse, otherwise he would not let the human phoenix go. The people in the family here are in a hurry, not only afraid of something big happening, but also afraid of affecting Renfeng's future.

I heard that the other party's rhetoric was more intense, but the village leaders had already come forward and invited the leaders of the township. Everyone said that the problem was not so simple, and they were afraid that the people of Renfengtang's Hakka family would make a big deal in the end.

The huge grapefruit tree in front of the stairs blocked most of the sun. I felt comfortable sitting on the threshold. I didn't pay attention to their speculations and gossip.

I don't know why, I suddenly thought of the dog that Tang Yuxian had just killed.

And the woman who was bitten by the dog, her bloody torn skin, and the constantly pulsating blood vessels, all made my heart throb a little.

When the dog was dying, he grinned with teeth and blood-red wolf eyes. In particular, the blood foaming from the side of the sharp teeth seemed to echo in my mind.

"Come on, come on, come and see Ha!"

Suddenly, I heard a shout, which immediately interrupted everyone's chat. There was some surprise and some laughter in this voice.

Most of the villagers are bored at this time, otherwise they would not sit down to chat in the summer. Those who are really idle will also take advantage of the sun to go out to work. The sun was very hot in the afternoon, and everyone wanted to rest without anything important.

What's more, the villagers at this time have too few things for entertainment, and they rush over when they hear something. I heard that voice a little familiar, as if it was Qiu'er's father Zhuoyi. Seeing that everyone had followed the sound, I also put down my pen and went over.

In my impression, Qiu'er's father is a more honest and sincere person. Also a person who does not sensationalize and be inexplicable. Suddenly, hearing his greeting, these people in the compound were naturally a little surprised.

The sound came from the back on the right side of the compound, also behind her house in Huayuan. I walked slowly, and when I came, I saw that it was behind my uncle's house in Huayuan, next to a few large palm trees.

At the back of the compound, there is a huge medlar holly, which is seven or eight meters high, surrounded by a dozen large palm trees in a range of thirty square meters. Usually at the end of autumn, the red and yellow fruits on the trees are very exciting.

It is rare to see such a large variety, and the children in the courtyard love and hate this medlar holly tree. Because the general lycium holly has thorns in the leaves, although this one does not have big thorns, it is also painful to prick on the body.

If the child is disobedient, the elders will break a branch of wolfbone holly, not to mention pumping it on the body, even if it is dangling in front of it, the friends will be scared and obedient. Another thing that people like is that because of the thorns in this tree, there are usually many bird nests in it, and the chirp is very pleasant.

Everyone stood by the palm tree next to the tree, surrounding Zhuo Yi, who stood out from the crowd. I gathered around curiously, and immediately became numb with fear.

It turned out that at the root of a palm tree, two cauliflower snakes with the thickness of children's arms were tightly intertwined.

To my surprise, the adults were all giggling, and Zhuo Yi's tense face was rarely smiling. Everyone looked at the two snakes and said something.

"Ahh A grandmother spatted uncharacteristically, and rubbed a few times on the ground with a cloth shoe: "Sting, snakes hatch!" In these July and August days, there is a ghost in the water, and then a pesticide ghost, ah, a short-lived one! You men pee quickly, and the guests use a rag to get angry! ”

Everyone immediately stopped laughing, and they all looked at Grandma Yi with a frightened face, seeing that she looked serious, knowing that she was not telling a joke.