"An old man Ding, who owes us two pinballs, said one day to pay it back, he said two days to pay it back, I will go around his house. Three leeks are three cents, a piece of tofu is six cents and six, and a string of sugar gourds is seven cents and seven, and Lao Tzu is the old man Ding. A well-dressed boy shook his head and hummed this popular nursery rhyme loudly, swaggering down the street, with a group of rustic, homegrown children behind his buttocks, like emperors and soldiers, domineering and mighty, noble and lowly.

The domineering and proud boy in the lead is called Fei, his family is wealthy, and he can be counted in the entire village, and even within a radius of several miles. The abundance of material gave him enough self-confidence, arrogance, and superiority. But if someone else passes by in front of the dazzling red iron door of his house, as long as he doesn't like it, regardless of adults or children, he stretches out his legs, blocks his hands, raises his head, and says: "Don't pass by the door of my house!" Dressed shabbyly, dirty children tend to be ashamed of themselves and beg for mercy, while adults always say in a flattering tone: "This baby is very clever!" Then he walked around him with a sloppy look. From ancient times to the present, no matter which dynasty or generation, including the present, the fear, admiration and respect of the poor for the rich have never changed. This kind of heart may be innate, or it may be passed down from generation to generation by word of mouth.

The village where Fei lives is not a large village with a large population, there are five short, pothole-ridden dirt streets, and on both sides of each street are scattered with large tiled houses that look somewhat similar but not exactly the same, and there are a few particularly conspicuous and generous buildings scattered in the large tiled houses, all of which are counted, and the scattered and scattered whole village is about a thousand people. The village is called Gaojiazhuang, and most of the people in the village have the surname Gao. There are also some theories about the origin of the name of the village. Some say that a long, long time ago, this is a Zhuangzi purchased by a big official surnamed Gao, Gaojiazhuang does not know how many years it has existed, but from the extremely dilapidated and ancient houses and buildings that have been preserved individually, especially the ancient temple dedicated to the Bodhisattva in the innermost part of each street, this village should have some history. Villagers often dig up a lot of hemp money while working in the fields or digging in the trenches, and some people have dug up the coffins and skulls of the deceased more than once, which seems to confirm the rumors and make some ghost legends seem to have noses and eyes. Rumors are rumors after all, many things in the past are unknown, over the years living here are almost all authentic farmers who make a living from farming and working, and there are also a few businessmen, some open a small store in the village, some do a small business in the garment business, some are engaged in real estate business in the city, Fei's father is in the paper business, is the richest one among the few businessmen.

Gaojiazhuang village style is quite simple, people's hearts are still relatively kind, of course, losing chickens and sheep, throwing pigs and dogs, throwing clothes and cars, stealing food, stealing men is still inevitable and often happens. At the west end of the southernmost street of the village is a large tiled house made of adobe walls, and the man of this house has suddenly prospered in middle age, and after establishing a firm foothold in the city, he has moved his family to live in the bustling city a few years ago. Due to the long-term uninhabited and untended houses, most of the roof tiles have slipped off, the high part of the earthen wall outside has been washed away by the accumulated rain, and the remaining part has been destroyed by the naughty children of the village who even crawl and push the ground. The rusty locks on the locked wooden door hung intact from two equally rusty round iron rings, and one door was completely free to enter and exit without knowing that a naughty child had smashed a large hole. This deserted house is usually not visited by adults, but it has become a place where the children of the village often come to play. There are several stout poplar trees planted in the yard, and their silence in the different seasons of the year brings endless fun and endless memories to groups of children. In the early spring, the children come here before going to school, or after school, and bend down to step in through the big hole in the door, and some do not like to go to the main gate, so they climb over the low wall from one person high to the yard, scramble, one by one, pick up the "caterpillars" that have fallen from the poplar tree and have not been stepped on, put them on the notebook paper that has not been written, and then sprinkle the spicy noodles and salt that they secretly brought out from home, stir well, grab them and put them in their mouths to eat. The taste of the "caterpillar" chewing in the mouth is really indescribable, slightly bitter and a little astringent, mixed with salty and spicy seasoning, it is simply difficult to swallow, but for a group of naïve children, even if it is unpalatable, they will not say it, just like the naked emperor, knowing that he is naked and pretending to be wearing luxurious clothes, because everyone says that the thing is delicious, no one dares to say that it is unpalatable. I don't know who ate this way, and I don't know who told countless children that this green insect-like thing can be eaten. Whoever made the yin, who said it, can't find the roots, but there must be an important reason for digging into its origin, that is, the rural people are too poor, the rural children are too poor, and there is nothing to eat on weekdays, so some people rack their brains to imagine something that can be eaten, and then transform it into a delicious food. In fact, there are many things that cannot be eaten, but rural children have solid skin, and it doesn't matter much if they eat them.

In the summer, there are more children here, and everyone stays under the green fields of the poplar trees to play games and enjoy the shade. Especially at night, there are the most children in the yard, and under the bright moonlight, the children play together in groups, some tell scary ghost stories, some play hide and seek, and some lie on the ground and chat, all have their own small circles. Every child who comes here can always find their own fun in this little shabby house.

Autumn turns to winter, this dilapidated hut will not be lonely because of the arrival of winter, and there is often a strong smell of fireworks here. In the afternoon, after school or on weekends, children dressed bulkyly do not feel cold at all and come here cheerfully. The older child quickly took off his heavy cotton coat and threw it on the ground, hugged the tree with both hands like a monkey, pouted his buttocks back, crossed his legs around the tree, jumped up, staggered, climbed to a high place in a few moments, held the tree with one hand, and broke the poplar branches one by one with his free hand and threw them to the ground. The children under the tree picked up the branches on the ground and rushed into the house, stuffed the branches into the kang hole, and then stuffed a few handfuls of leaves into them, lit a foreign fire with a bang, and then set the leaves on fire. Several children knelt on the ground and took turns blowing air into the cave with their mouths until they saw the fire burning vigorously in the kang cave, and then blocked the door of the kang cave. When the kang is hot, the children lie on the kang with nothing to do, and the children who grow up in the mound never care whether the kang is dirty or not. Candy wrappers and pinball are games that most children love to play. Those colorful plastic candy wrappers are all accumulated during the Chinese New Year, which is particularly precious. In order to win each other's candy wrappers, they slapped hard, always slapping their palms red, but they never knew that it hurt, and the fun of playing the game far exceeded everything. Some children don't have candy wrappers and find ways to exchange them for something, and most of the time they do homework or errands for others in order to exchange for one or two candy wrappers, so that they have the capital to play games.

Every household in the countryside has to cultivate the land, planting two crops a year, and planting grain and wheat. After harvesting the bread around the National Day, people will peel off the husk of the bread, twist it like a banana, and then hang the cob on the corn stand made of thick wood. In winter, after a few months of exposure to the wind and sun, the cobbles are completely dried. Many people will peel some grains in the winter and pop the corn beans in the pot to eat as a snack. Often children don't like to eat this kind of bread beans made at home, which is hard and hard to bite, especially the elderly with bad teeth, and even break their teeth. But the children like to eat the buns they make outside. I often sneak from my own or other people's bread racks, taking advantage of the gap between people, quickly pull a few bread sticks into my clothes and bring them to this small paradise. Several people work together, picking up bricks and stoves, breaking branches, peeling grains, and lighting fires, each performing its own duties. After everything is ready, put a small iron bucket on the simple stove, pour the grains into it, turn and stir with branches, a group of children stretch their heads and scramble to look at the grains in the bucket, looking at the grains and looking forward to popping out of the flowers, sometimes they will be hit in the face by the popping up of the grains, and it hurts. Listening to the sound of crackling and blooming grains is happier than looking at the snowflakes outside.