As soon as Fang Ming heard his new wife Bai Ling ask about his hometown, he felt that his wife was a very educated person. She married me, and she wanted to know everything about me. She took the initiative to be a good wife. When I marry her, I have to tell her everything about me without reservation, and I want to be a good husband. Since she is with me, I have to let her know about the Fang family.

Bai Ling, let me first tell you about our hometown and the old locust tree in our village. This old locust tree is a symbol of our village. People from all over the country have heard of the old locust tree in our village. People who have been to our village see the old locust tree at every eye, and the most impressive thing is the old locust tree. Under this old locust tree, my ancestors don't know how many endless stories have happened.

Fang Ming's words immediately aroused Bai Ling's interest. I was born in a rural area, but I haven't heard many stories. I didn't expect that the person I married was also rural, but it was very different from my hometown. Maybe I know too little about my home. I married and became the daughter-in-law of the Fang family, the Fang family is home, and I should have a comprehensive understanding of the other family.

"Okay, you speak, you speak."

Bai Ling grabbed Fang Ming's hand and crushed it. Fang Ming said: "If you are willing to listen, I can talk to you for three days and three nights."

"If you can talk for three years, I will listen for three years."

Bai Ling replied with a grin. She felt that Fang Ming's words were a bit excessive, what could an ordinary rural person say?

I only heard Fang Ming say: Our Tugang Village is an east-west village, and the east-west street is a main street, which is almost more than three miles long. There is only one regular exit to the south of this street, and it is said to be regular because it can take large cars, and it is as wide as East and West Street. In this way, East and West Street and South Street became a T-shape.

"Why is South Street not South Street? Why is the north-south intersection not a crossroads but a T-junction? ”

Fang Ming patted his wife Bai Ling lightly, and said with a smile: "You asked well, it can be seen that you listened carefully, and you also used your brain to think while listening." If this is a student, it must be an excellent student. ”

"Don't put your hat on me, answer my questions."

"Our village is the edge of the county, and we will go out of the county to the north. Therefore, no matter what he did, he left the village and went south. It is far away from this village in the north, and there are more than eight miles of land. Because it is under the jurisdiction of two counties, there is no contact in normal times, let alone kinship. ”

"Then you have to work in the village, right? There must be arable land in the north of the village, right? ”

There is not only arable land in the north of the village, but also the main arable land is concentrated in the north. There is also a large road to the north, which is used for work, and is not on the same line as the exit to the south. However, the road to the north is a stuffy road, and only leads to the south end of the northernmost part of the land. The land of our village is connected to the land to the north, but there is no road in between. And their road was built only to the north end of their southernmost land. Standing on the border between the two villages is like standing on the national border, and although the two countries coexist peacefully and do not interfere in each other's internal affairs, they have not established diplomatic relations and have no mutual contacts.

At that time, whether you were entering or leaving the village, as long as you were pulling things in a car, you had to take this T-shaped road. This well-known old locust tree stands on the north side of East-West Street, at the northeast corner of this T-shaped intersection. It is like a traffic policeman, directing the vehicles that come and go. It is also like a guard warrior, guarding the peace of one side.

This old locust tree is a thousand years old, and its pole can only be surrounded by three adults holding hands. The middle of the big tree pole below was empty, and it was more than a person tall all the way up. In its hollow, we used to play games, hide and seek, and poker when we were children. The old locust tree's outstretched arms are thicker than the beams of the house, and it is also hollow in the middle. In the summer, the old locust tree is still lush and lush. It holds up a giant umbrella for the street. In the middle of summer, people take shelter here for cool and rainy days. The thick arm is the skeleton of the umbrella. Generations of children have played under this big umbrella and grown up to become families, and fathers, grandfathers, and grandfathers have all come over like this.

New friends make an appointment to visit, and the host will say, I'm waiting for you under the old locust tree. After a date with a businessman, he said, see you under the old locust tree. When two people have different opinions and want to communicate, they will also say that they will talk under the old locust tree. For those who are street performers, the first performance is under this old locust tree. Even those small traders and hawkers who do business, the first stop in the village is to stop under the old locust tree, which is like an advertising center, if you want to promote products and do a good job of sales, you can't do it without advertising.

There are five such old locust trees in the whole village, which are distributed in different directions of the village. This one is the oldest and stands in the most striking street. The other trees are hiding in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, and they have not seen the big world.

As soon as I saw the old locust tree, I remembered the interesting life of my childhood. I have three of my best friends. Two of them are good brothers with different surnames, Bobcat and Dapeng, and a little sister with a different surname, Chunmei. In rural areas, the traditional concept that men and women do not kiss each other is still deeply rooted, and children also play with boys and girls with girls. Even if boys and girls are close neighbors, they greet and talk when they meet, but when they play, they also look for their own groups. Miss Chunmei was only able to play with us little boys because of our parents. Although his father is not related by blood, he is a very confidant friend of life and death. Fathers have passed on their love to us children. We, the children, continue to carry on the spread of love. All four of us are the same age, and I have the oldest birthday. Chunmei's birthday is the youngest. The Bobcat is ten days older than the Roc. Not only did we play together, but we also went to school at the same time.

On moonlit nights in the countryside, we would play hide and seek under the old locust tree. With the four of us together, more children will be invited. Chunmei was there, and many girls joined us in playing. With the four of us as the core, a mixed group of boy scouts was formed. Because the village is large, no one can tell how many Scouts there are playing together, and there is only one of our mixed Scouts in the whole village.

On a dark day, we don't run around, but sit under the old locust tree, parroting stories. Each of them sells interesting anecdotes they have heard elsewhere here. It has become a place for us to tell stories, a center for storytelling, and a place to show our language skills.

The most unforgettable story of "Sima Guang Smashing the Cylinder", we don't know how many times we have heard it. Later, as soon as we heard someone tell the story of Sima Guang smashing the cylinder, we didn't just listen to it, but rushed to tell it, picking our noses and eyes, and commenting on this eternal story.

Once, first the lynx led to the topic: "What kind of light smashes the cylinder......"

"Sima Guang smashed the cylinder." Dapeng immediately picked up.

Bobcat continued, "I think there's a lot of falsehood in that story that makes people believe it. He Sima Guang is also a little hairy child, and he is not much better than us. Can he smash the big water tank? I don't think it's possible. I picked up a brick and smashed my water tank and wanted to smash it? There is no way at all. ”

Before the lynx could finish speaking, Roc went on to say, "I also think that story is very problematic. There is less water, and it simply does not drown people. There is too much water, and people are floated up, and you reach out and grab the edge of the tank and climb out, besides, there are many children next to you. Isn't this method of saving people faster? Why did Sima Guang just smash the tank and save people after the water was released? Isn't this taking off your pants and farting - doesn't it take a little more effort? ”

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha......"

The children burst into laughter.

Suddenly, an adult spoke: "Children, let me explain to you the story of "Sima Guang Smashing the Cylinder". ”

Although I can't see my face clearly and listen to the voice, everyone knows that this is Mr. Zhang from this village. The questions raised by our children made the teacher who passed by us very emotional. He felt that the story of Sima Guang smashing the cylinder was well-known, and he had to be reasonable in order to convince the children. Otherwise, it will lose its convincing power and become a piece of paper. As a teacher, it is his responsibility to explain to these students of tomorrow.

"Children, the tank that Sima Guang smashed is different from our water tank. Our water tank is a daily necessities and is very strong. You just hit it with a hammer, and it takes a lot of effort to break it. ”

"Sima Guang smashed that tank, which belongs to handicrafts and ornamental products, and is not as strong as our water tank. The shape of the tank smashed by Sima Guang is not the same as the water tank we use at home. It is a big round belly, big and very tall, compared to the big belly, the mouth of the tank is very small. If half a tank of water is filled, the water can drown the people in the tank, but the children who fall into the tank cannot catch the mouth and edge of the tank......"

Teacher Zhang believes that all the questions raised by the children can be answered at this time. Unexpectedly, we, the children, raised a new question: "Teacher Zhang, how did that child fall in?"

"Teacher Zhang, you said that the tank is so big, so high, and there is no ladder, can you climb to the edge of the tank to play?"

"Teacher Zhang, such a big tank was smashed by others, do you want to pay for it?"

Teacher Zhang said: "That's Sima Guang's own tank. This happened in the backyard of Sima Guang's house. ”

Another child said worriedly, "The water tank is so big, it must be very valuable." When his father found out, Sima Guang must be beaten severely......"

"If it's someone else's tank, will he dare to smash it? If you smash him, will you pay for others? Another child interjected.

The variety of questions raised by us preschoolers made Ms. Zhang, who has a wealth of teaching experience, feel overwhelmed for the first time.