The name of the mountain village is due to the fact that the village is located in a difficult mouth at the foot of the mountain. There is no disturbance of the mountain wind in the www.biquge.info, just like an old man leaning on the foot of the mountain, comfortably basking in the sun, so all seasons.

In the early winter, everything is quiet and peaceful, and the domestic Shiba dog lies under the root of the windowsill basking in the sun, and is too lazy to hum. This year's harvest is not good or bad, and it can be regarded as filling the stomach, which is the first good news in the village. From today's perspective, it's hard to understand what a good thing it is to be well-fed. But at that time, those three years of hunger were forever etched in the hearts of those who survived. Although they no longer starved to death, the gradual improvement in the quality of their meals also soothed their panic. But the desire for food will always occupy their minds. People who have struggled on the death line understand the value of food and know how to cherish it better.

The old people will lean on the sunny place after eating a full meal and slowly enjoy the happiness of digestion. Young people don't have such an interest, they haven't lived through that era, so their eyes are shining with curiosity about new things. They needed new cloth for clothes, and they needed new food to satisfy their tongues. If they have the opportunity, they would prefer to go to the cinema in the provincial capital to watch a movie, and the wonderful storyline and beautiful heroine are the most bragging rights. For the sake of many of their own ideas, young people will never spare their strength, but often they just suffer from having no way out, and they can only talk and laugh and brag about their own ideas.

However, in a mountain village, people's yearning for a new life will not be the driving force for idle talk. The strong laborers here are gathered in a col far from the village, and there is a quarry here, which was developed by the villagers themselves. The quarry was littered with large and small stones and debris, accompanied by a clanging sound and choking dust. Originally, in addition to turning the ground and fattening, the villagers were very tired of monotonous manual labor, but without craftsmanship, the only way to live a good life was strength.

"Qian Er! Money two! A hurried figure rushed into the quarry, perhaps because the work of the quarry was so boring that almost all the people who had been numbed by the heavy labor stopped what they were doing, and the anxious emotion in the voice aroused their curiosity.

"Qian Er! Money two! Although the smoke and dust made it impossible to see the faces of the visitors, everyone knew that this stubborn, strong and powerful mixed with stiff Mandarin was the voice of the village chief Zheng Qiang.

Zheng Qiang shouted as he ran, sweat flowing through his dusty cheeks, forming a series of bright roads, his voice was anxious, but it was not enough to show the more anxious look on his face.

"What's wrong?" A short man answered, but he didn't move, just spat at the foam, seemingly too lazy to bother.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Qiang looked for the voice and walked over, "Didn't you tell you not to move the stones in that pit?" The stone umbrellas on it are all loose like that, and it will be human life if it collapses! Why did you let people in again? ”

Qian Er's brows were squeezed into a small ball, and the mustache moved unconvincingly on his lips, "Oops, just two pieces of small material, just tie the rope and pull it out, how much movement can there be." ”

"Bullshit!" Zheng Qiang's breath hadn't calmed down yet, but as soon as he heard Qian Er's words, he couldn't help the fire in his heart. "That's human life, you rabbit cub, can you play?!" Zheng Qiang raised his hand and pointed to Qian Er's nose.

Zheng Qiang's voice became louder and louder, and his words condensed anger and worry on everyone's faces, and everyone looked at Qian Er with questioning eyes, but Qian Er raised his eyebrows and didn't take it seriously at all.

"Wait until I come back to clean you up!" Zheng Qiang said a word to Qian Er, turned around and left in a hurry. Looking at Zheng Qiang's figure gradually disappearing into the smoke and dust, Qian Er sniffed and spat fiercely, "If Lao Tzu hadn't sold the stone, you would have been a ball!" ”

In fact, losing his temper is not what Zheng Qiang wants. A few years ago, he returned home from demobilization in the army. Because of his outstanding performance in the army, the township government appointed him as the secretary of the party branch of the mountain village. Everyone hoped that this "educated and skilled" comrade of the People's Liberation Army would lead them to a good life. But who would have expected that in the face of this realistic environment with little dry water and poor soil and sparse trees, Zheng Qiang scratched his head and failed to come up with a way to change the predicament. However, the second child of the Qian family, who is speculative and unprofessional, in the eyes of everyone, brought the purchaser of the township stone factory back to the village, and through survey and sampling, the purchaser put down a sentence to the village chief, as long as you can pull to the factory, you will give cash.

After the purchaser left, the village chief squatted on the stone mill and smoked a cigarette pouch, and said to Qian Er with his eyebrows drooping, "Doll, they all say that they are shaving food and clothing in the ground, who has heard that stone eggs can be sold for money?" But Zheng Qiang felt that this was an opportunity, but he didn't know whether selling stone would violate organizational discipline and whether it would be considered speculation. For this reason, Zheng Qiang took Qian Er to the township, first, to report the situation and find old comrades-in-arms from the government to help; The second is to inspect the stone factory and discuss the specific supply conditions with the factory leaders.

The inspection of the stone factory went very smoothly, and the factory leaders even promised to help with the government's work, but they wanted the village to send the stone themselves, Zheng Qiang immediately made a decision, as long as we could do it, we would send it ourselves. With the help of the stone factory and his comrades-in-arms, the leaders of the township quickly gave their opinions, saying that you should not report this matter first, do it yourself, take small steps, and look at the wind. As for us, we should not know, if things go well, the specific problem will be decided at that time.

Zheng Qiang happily slapped his thigh, that's it!

After going back, Zheng Qiang gave everyone a detailed explanation of the inspection situation and his own thoughts. After hearing this, the old village chief didn't say anything, just knocked on the cigarette bag pot on the upper of his shoe, and walked away with his hands behind his back. Everyone else was hesitant and didn't know what to do. In the end, with Zheng Qiang's encouragement, Qian Er and several young people stood up and formed a quarrying team. Everyone picked a few large stones that looked pleasing to the eye and sent them over with the donkey cart of the production team. On the way there, several people were still very silent, worried about their own work, worried about using the donkey of the production team, worried that they would not be able to talk about their daughter-in-law because of the reputation of not doing their jobs properly, and worried about their ......

But when they used the money from the sale of stones to buy salty salt and fruit candy, and drove back with the donkey cart, they laughed, made noise, and sang, and at that time, in addition to the regret that there were not enough food stamps, cloth stamps, etc., they felt that they were the heroes of the battle who stood on the tank and triumphed!

Things are going well. The people in the village support: when the farm is busy, everyone follows the production team to work, and when they are leisure, they follow the quarrying team to work; Township support: solve hunger, get rid of poverty, and maybe another 10,000 yuan household in a few years, this is the achievement!

The situation is very good!

But Zheng Qiang watched everyone hammer and pry at the foot of the mountain, and always felt that it was not a way to do this. Not only is the stone too small, but the edges are not neat, which affects the grade. But it's not easy to approve explosives detonators! Just when Zheng Qiang was sitting on the grinding plate frowning and smoking dry tobacco, the third son of the old village chief's family found him and told him a way to make homemade soil explosives. Zheng Qiang was surprised in addition to being excited, and asked how do you know this at such a young age? The young man grinned innocently, and said that the older generation used this method to make soil bombs before fighting devils, and this method was just taught to me by my father.

With this kind of soil explosives, the quarrying business in the village is becoming more and more prosperous, and there is no longer any need to stare at the old hen's ass when eating salt and buying cloth, and the wrinkles on everyone's faces have stretched a lot, but Zheng Qiang has a pimple in his heart that is getting more and more wrinkled.

"A dog thing!" Zheng Qiang walked with a snort. This Qian Er is the pimple in his heart. Although it is all thanks to this kid that he has such a way to live, he is always lazy and does not contribute to his work. In order to thank him, of course, but also to restrain him from the side, Zheng Qiang resisted everyone's opinions, and made Qian Er the vice captain of the quarrying team, usually teaching him blasting techniques while educating him. But who would have thought that this kid not only did not grow, but also relied on his name as the captain of his squad to command blindly, and his own lazy state became even worse. Zheng Qiang has been patiently enlightening, but Qian Er got rid of a dead pig who was involved in a meat case, no matter what you say, it's useless.

"Don't do it! Come out! Zheng Qiang waved his hand desperately while running, and several people who were bolting stones were stunned.

"Qian Er, let's get these pieces out." One of the villagers, Yang Si, said.

"Oops, it's all out, don't die!" Before Zheng Qiang's words fell, he grabbed a villager at the front and pulled it out, but the force was a bit big, and the person who pulled it stumbled.

"What's wrong?" Yang Siyi's head was a question mark.

"What's wrong? Individuals won't watch? Zheng Qiang said with a glare.

It was a hollow blown out of the stone wall, more than four meters high and three meters deep, and could easily stand four or five people. At this time, Yang Si and a few people were standing in the cave.

"Look at that top!" Zheng Qiang raised his hand and pointed at it, although he lowered his voice, he could still see that he was in an unspeakable hurry. "The crack in the top is so deep, and the outside is full of floating earth, if it collapses, you will all die! Hurry up and get out! ”

Everyone looked up at the stone wall above their heads, and there seemed to be countless terrifying ghost faces in the stone wall with mixed patterns. And in the uneven stone flute embedded in a few cracks with teeth and claws, the whole hole is like the mouth of a giant beast, at this time like coveted small grains of sand, is falling from the cracks in the top of the stone.

At this moment, there was a "boom" from a distance. In an instant, the crack on the top of the stone cave "Kara" cracked a large section, and the stone flute in the crack gap also collapsed significantly, and the dust accompanied by small stones suddenly filled the entire stone cave. Everyone was stunned, their minds went blank and they didn't know what to do.

"Let's go!" Zheng Qiang whispered, and the other villagers hurriedly walked out as if they had been awakened, their movements became extremely uncoordinated due to fear, maybe it would be more appropriate to climb. But Yang Si didn't move, and when Zheng Qiang turned around, he saw that his mouth was wide open, his eyes were full of fear, and he stayed where he was.

"Bag!" Zheng Qiang had no choice but to turn around and go back and pull him out. At the moment when he grabbed Yang Si's clothes, the entire stone cave "buzzed" and trembled, and several people standing in the outer position almost ran out with a rolling belt, and they turned around and shouted anxiously in a crying voice: "Brother Qiangzi, come out, Brother Qiangzi!" ”

"Which king and eight lambs have fired a cannon!" Zheng Qiang didn't have time to think about it, he grabbed Yang Si, but at this time Yang Si was already paralyzed, and he was dragged like this, and he knelt on the ground, and Zheng Qiang also pulled his hand away because of too much force, and his body took a step forward, although he supported his body with his hand on a large stone in front of him in time, but his knee hit the stone hard.

Hurt! Terrible!!

At this time, the stones and sand falling from the top of the stone cave gradually decreased, and the whole stone cave gradually calmed down, although the height of the top dropped a lot, but it did not affect the passage. Zheng Qiang stood up, knowing that it would only take a few steps to get out of danger. He turned around and clamped Yang Si under his arm with his arm, dragging him out step by step.

There was a young man outside who wanted to go back to pick up Zheng Qiang and Yang Si, but as soon as he took a step, there was a "boom" sound in the distance......

In an instant, the dust flew and the giant beast bit its mouth! Ruthlessly, mercilessly!

In this way, the two big living people disappeared in front of their eyes in an instant. A few villagers outside were stunned, they couldn't believe their eyes, and they didn't want to believe what was happening in front of them.

The young man who wanted to pick up Zheng Qiang before rushed to the collapsed pile of stones, and went crazy to pick up the stones. At this time, several other people suddenly came to their senses and went over to help.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in the crevice of the stone pile, covered in dust, but the blood and silhouette proved that this was what they were looking for, and even more excitingly, the fingers of this hand were still moving slowly.

"Pull ...... Pull ......," a hoarse voice came from the stone pile, "I'm still ...... Still holding him......"

It seemed that he was crushed inside, and the few people outside didn't notice that their hands were blurred by the flesh and blood of the stones, and they just frantically picked up the stones.

However, the reaction given by that hand is getting weaker and weaker......

The excitement on the faces of several people gradually turned to anxiety, and from anxiety to disappointment, and from disappointment to sadness, and they saw that blood was slowly flowing out of the cracks in the stone pile......

Gradually, everyone stopped, and only the young man kept picking stones. He gasped for breath, banged his shoulders like crazy, carried it on his back, sweat and tears ran down the tip of his nose, and gradually, he lost his strength and collapsed on the pile of stones.

The wind whistled across the hillside, and every grass and tree here seemed to have never changed, and at this time, only a hoarse shout echoed in the wind......

"Brother Qiangzi, !!" ……

Eighteen times the wheat is yellow, eighteen firecrackers sound, eighteen years of time is only a moment, like an owl, we don't seem to see when it came, nor did we notice when it disappeared into the distance. It seems that all the sufferings of the past can only belong to the past.