All afternoon

All entangled with a cup of tea

Pick up and put down

Pick it up again

The whole memory

It's all about one person

Remembering and forgetting

Remembered

After so many years

Love and hate have long been

Buried by deep digging

why

And somewhere

For a certain period of time

Let the past

Touched

Sad strings

……

——Zhang Mian, "Sad Strings"

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When writing this chapter, Zhang Mian remembered Mr. Fei Xiaotong's "Rural China", which was read many years ago, and the content has long been forgotten, but the strong human touch in the local nature analyzed by Mr. Fei in the book is still deeply engraved in Zhang Mian's memories of the countryside.

Zhangjiacun not only gave Zhang Mian life, but also the origin of Zhang Mian's memory, where there are his family and fellow villagers, every corner here, every flower and plant, and every person's voice can resonate with his soul.

Zhangjia Village lives two or three hundred families, more than 1,000 people, the main surnames are Zhang and Yue, Zhangjia Village is also the central village of Zhang's hometown.

At that time, the market in Zhangyi Village was a newly built asphalt road, about 200 meters long, and it was a market every day, and it was a back-to-back market every day.

At the time of the fair, the villagers of the four towns and eight villages all came to Zhangjia Village to catch the market.

Because the winter vacation is approaching the end of the year, it is very lively during the fair.

Those who sell steamed buns, all kinds of snacks, sell beef, mutton and pork, chickens, ducks and geese, sell sweet potatoes, radishes, green vegetables, sell monosodium glutamate, red peppers, pots and pans, sell yellow eels, big fish and small shrimp, and sell rice cakes, syrup persimmons.

Those who sell couplets to the God of Wealth, those who sell fireworks, those who sell knives, guns, sticks, toys, marshmallows, rock candy gourds, those who sell tobacco pouches, and those who let monkeys kowtow and juggle......

All kinds of shouting, insults, and the crowd was bustling.

As mentioned above, Zhang Mian's family opened a small clinic, Cao Xiaoshan's family sells pots and pans and groceries, and Xiaopin's family does not do business, relying on two harvests to do odd jobs with his father.

That morning, Cao Xiaoshan went to Zhang Mian's house to find Zhang Mian to catch the market, and he was wearing a beige silk cotton jacket, which her sister had brought back from Guangzhou.

Zhang Mian has a deep memory of this jacket, not because he has worn it for several winters, but every time Xiaoshan sees someone looking at his jacket for more than three seconds, he asks people to touch the fabric of his jacket and ask others what style this jacket is.

Readers who can read this chapter have some understanding of Zhang Mian, not to mention that at least Zhang Mian is a kind person, back to twenty years ago, his kindness is a little scary.

When Zhang Mian showed off in Cao Xiaoshan several times, he wanted to tell him not because his jacket was good-looking, but that the color of his jacket was the same color as, and that he wore the jacket dirty, and the jacket was oily, more like a big lump of greasy and shiny.

It's like a person who hasn't eaten meat for a month, and suddenly eats a big bowl of braised pork, and his body can't bear it, yes, Xiaoshan's jacket is the greasy effect that the person pulls out.

Seeing Xiaoshan coming over wearing a body of, Zhang Mian was slightly stunned, thinking that he had stayed in Fengcheng for a long time and his taste had improved, but he didn't expect that he would not change his original intention, so he found this jacket and wore it again.

"This jacket was really bought by your sister from Guangzhou." Zhang Mo couldn't help it.

"It's true, and the invoice, more than a hundred." Cao Xiaoshan said proudly.

"Did you do it from Guangzhou?"

"That's not necessarily, you don't have to look at you to know that you are a layman, and those who make clothes are all over the country working, but this style, you look at the characteristics of this corset, a typical Guangzhou model, how do you like it? I have a chance to ask my sister to bring you one. ”

"You're as thin as a monkey, what are you doing with your waist?"

"This is the style, I don't understand it to you, you should know what the frog at the bottom of the well is, go to the market, there are many people in good weather today."

"You didn't shout the sketch?"

"I went to his house first, and he said that he wanted to read books, and he would also take the Fengcheng No. 1 Middle School exam next year, but I didn't pull it out."

"I guess he doesn't have any money in his pocket."

"Let's not talk about him yet, do you have money in your pocket? I also don't have any money, and my situation you know, the expenses are big. ”

"Let's go, you must not wear this jacket in front of your thing."

"Why? I already wore it before the holidays. ”

"Damn, you're all right."

"As always."

"Well, maybe I have a problem with my vision."

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Zhang Mian bought two yuan buns, and the buns were steaming, and their mouths were also steaming, and they rushed to the crowd of people rushing to the market.

On many boring winter afternoons, Zhang Mian and Cao Xiaoshan blew into the sky, seeing who blew far higher, and the exhaled water vapor disappeared instantly under the steaming of the sun, and there were also those past events that would never come again.

"Do you like to eat persimmons, but you like to eat the big rescue......" Cao Xiaoshan saw what to eat, so he asked Zhang Mian if he liked to eat.

Zhang Mian had no choice but to buy another two yuan of melon seeds, and Cao Xiaoshan had something to eat in his mouth at noon.

When I walked to the Zhangjiacun Hospital on the west side of the cross street, a large group of people formed a circle, all concentrated, as long as there were many people, there must be a lively look, and there was a lively look at the people of Zhangjiacun who did not watch.

Zhang Mian and Cao Xiaoshan carried melon seeds, turned sideways and finally squeezed in.

A man with a beard and a swarthy face was shirtless, and in front of him was a golden cloth with specimens of snakes, weasels and other animals, as well as something resembling a corbel bone.

At this moment, there were two crisp sounds, and the big man slapped his chest twice, and his chest was slapped red in an instant.

"Hi hi, after taking my strong pills, the old man's waist is not sore, his legs are not painful, and he treats rheumatic tube asthma. This old man, you have a back ache on a rainy day. The big man said, staring at an old man in front of him.

This eighty-year-old man is Zhang Mian's fourth master, and he doesn't know if the fourth master heard it, but he still nodded.

The gray beard writes in the air with his nod like the tip of a brush.

He almost died last year, he wore all the old clothes, and he came back to life after lying down for a day, not only did he have back pain, but it was estimated that there was nothing in his body that did not hurt.

Snap, two more slaps, the big man slapped two more palms at his chest, and the red color that had just faded instantly returned to his chest.

"Hey, I took my strong pills, the old lady is not deaf and blind, and she treats stomach pain and digestion. This big sister, you don't have good eyes. ”

Dahan said, staring at an old lady in front of him.

This old lady is none other than Zhang Mian's big mirror (aunt), Zhang Mian's mother is the oldest, her uncle is more than ten years older than her, Zhang Mian's big mirror was also over 60 years old at that time, and she has been suffering from cataracts for several years, so she is ready to go for surgery after the New Year.

The big mirror stared at the cataract and nodded excitedly, which he could see.

Bang, no more, no less, two slaps, if a person's head is a person's chest, it is estimated that he will be slapped stupidly, and the color is redder than before.

"Hi hi, I took my strong pills, the young man has a strong waist and kidneys, and he cures night sweats. You sleep at night, this young man, and dream. ”

The big man said and glared at the young man next to him.

This young man's name is Liang Xiaofei, in his thirties, I saw that his eyes were deep and sunken, his hair was fried like a chicken nest, his reputation in Zhangjia Village was not very good, and he often stole petty.

Liang Xiaofei was staring intently at the corbelbone-like thing in front of the big man, probably trying to figure out how to move it away unknowingly, and suddenly saw the big man staring at him.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's a good dream, it's a dream to get rich, and it's also a daytime dream." Liang Xiaofei was stunned for a moment and immediately recovered.

Everyone around laughed.

"My strong pill is made with the essence of eighteen precious animals and plants, after thirty-six processes, nine hundred and eighty-one days of refining, it's not that I brag, my strong pill can't be resurrected except for the dead, it is definitely a cure for all diseases. You see, this is tiger bone, one of the recipes. After saying that, the big man picked up the corbel bone-like thing in front of him and tapped it with his fingers.

The eyes of the onlookers were instantly attracted by this big bone.

"It's really a tiger bone?" An eldest lady questioned.

"Wu Song fights the tiger, everyone knows, this tiger bone is the offspring of the tiger that was killed in Jingyanggang, the tigress was killed by Wu Song, and the tiger cub was killed by my master when he grew up, the tiger on their line is the last, how precious do you say."

"Hey, you young man, what are you doing, don't you touch it, can you pay for it if you touch it?" The big man scolded Liang Xiaofei, who was about to reach out to touch the bones.

"Fellow villagers, my strong pills, a box of fourteen pills for a course of treatment, in other villages a box of fifty-eight, I have a fate with the fathers and elders of Zhangjia Village, a box is only eighteen, two boxes of twenty, after this village there is no such shop." After speaking, he slapped two more on his chest.

Seeing the lively people, they also slowly dispersed and blended into the crowd of people rushing to the market, Zhang Mian saw that several elderly people began to pay for strong pills, including Zhang Mian's big mirror.

"You said that he has kung fu, and he patted his chest on a cold day, and his eyes hurt when he looked at it." Zhang Mian and Xiaoshan also got up and patted their butts and left, Zhang Mian asked Xiaoshan as he walked.

"If you have fart kung fu, if you have kung fu to pat your chest, you won't be red, the slap is like hitting an iron plate, you can see that the iron plate can be red."

"It's definitely not red, then he shoots so hard."

"Who is not cold when they are shirtless in winter, patting their chests is bloody."

", you know so much, then his strong pills are as powerful as he said."

"What do you say?"

"Nope."

When Zhang Mian turned around and looked back, Liang Xiaofei was still squatting there, his eyes staring at the tiger bone of Jingyang Mountain.

In the sun, the so-called tiger bone shone brightly.