"Pop" a shoe flew towards Liu Fang and smashed on Liu Fang's head.

"Ahh

Liu Xia, who was squatting, couldn't stand in fright, sat on the ground with her buttocks, and cried loudly.

"What a thief, die to your generation... (Yueqing curses in dialect)" Master scolded. Then he rushed up and started work left and right and gave Liu Fang two slaps.

"Sell a cheap smile!" While scolding, he slapped Liu Xia on the head.

"Abba! You're a pinch... (Yueqing words: What are you doing) "Hmm.... Liu Xia covered her face and sat on the ground crying.

Liu Fang was helpless, standing in a daze, his face and body were in hot pain.

When the neighbors heard the scolding, they ran to see the strange.

Liu Gen trembled angrily, and cursed viciously in Yueqing dialect.

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. In an instant, various versions spread throughout Liunan Village. Liu Shui and Liu Fang's aunt also rushed from home after hearing about it, Liu Shui couldn't help but say, and beat Liu Fang with his head and face, knocking Liu Fang to the ground.

Liu Fang's aunt was at a loss, and knelt down in front of the Liu Gen family in the hall with a plop. "O iniquity...", and then the cry shook the sky.

Liu Fang, who fell to the ground, held his head in his hands, his nostrils and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and the pain all over his body made him unconscious.

Suddenly there was a thunderclap, the sky was dark, and the torrential rain poured down. "A typhoon is coming!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and the lively villagers dispersed.

In the storm, Liu Fang got up and staggered out. There was no purpose and no direction, and the broken branches and debris in the wind mixed with the rain whipped Yanagikata, and Yanagi couldn't remember slipping or tripping in the muddy water. Suddenly, he fell down and slid into the torrent, and Liu Fang was swept away by the flood and quickly lost consciousness.

Liu Fang was awakened by the scorching sun, stimulated by pain, and awakened by mosquito bites. After waking up, Liu Fang was hung by his vest on a willow tree that had been washed down by the flood. The scorching sun scorched his body, his mouth was dry, and when he opened his eyes, the sun pierced his eyes. Below him is the clear and slowly flowing river, a group of fish on the river swim happily, as if looking at aliens through the water to look at Liu Fang, Liu Fang moved slightly, the fish timidly skewered around, and then quickly sank to the bottom.

In the 80s, the water of the small river in Wenzhou was not polluted by industrial wastewater such as leather, people washed vegetables and dishes in it, and even directly carried water back to drink, and then listened to the old man, until the 90s, the snack stall owners who sold wontons also went to the river to get water to cook soup. When there is no storm, most of them are very docile and flow slowly. Liu Fang shook hard, plopped and fell into the river, a mouthful of cold and stiff river water choked Liu Fang's chest with a sharp pain, almost out of breath.

Struggling to climb to the shore, staggering across the barren grass by the river, a piece of orange (citrus from Wenzhou) came into view, Liu Fang rushed over regardless of the pain, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, picked up the fruit blown off by the typhoon from the ground, regardless of the muddy water and orange peel, bit it hard, sucked and chewed as hard as he could, and the orange juice and flesh were gobbled up by him into his stomach, Rugan Ruyi was the most appropriate description at that moment.

After eating more than a dozen mandarin oranges and getting sugar and water supplements, Liu Fang regained his strength, and then reluctantly walked to the path at the edge of the orange orchard. At this moment, the tank top and shorts had been dried in the sun, and the hills and terraces were everywhere, and Yanagi had to follow the path without knowing where to go. Walking barefoot on the muddy path, from time to time he will be hit by stones, and Liu Fang grinned in pain. I walked all the way to a village, and saw an old man boiling sugar on the side of the road with an iron pot, walked up and bent down and asked: "Greasy (Wenzhou called "grandma"), the day bird (Wenzhou pronunciation: where is this)?" ”

"Jiayu (Ruian), Li Jiayan"

"Hmm, Zizini (thank you), Ming Dynasty will (goodbye)"

Liu Fang continued to walk alone. It wasn't until the sun shadow slanted to the west and came to a town that the blisters on his feet were worn out, and the pain in his heart made Liu Fang think of the feeling of walking after Lin Chong's feet were scalded by boiling water in "Water Margin". With no food in his stomach, he was already hungry and cooing, and the smell of Ryan roast cakes on the street stimulated his taste buds and accelerated his hunger. Liu Fang has eaten this kind of baked cake bought by the master or the master on the street of Yangshi Town more than once, the baked brown baked cake, take a bite, the aroma is overflowing, the fat wrapped in the cake melts in the mouth, fat but not greasy... Liu Fang swallowed his saliva unconsciously, looking for the taste of the baked cakes.

In a corner of the alley, a chubby man, standing on the edge of a hearth remodeled from an oil drum, with a towel around his neck, wiping beads of sweat from time to time, grabbed a round white flour cake wrapped in fat from the board with one hand and skillfully pasted it, and then quickly took out his hand with skillful hands. Liu Fang's eyes moved with the man's movements, and his head unconsciously rose and fell, and his feet moved forward unobediently until he reached the fireside. "Buy pancakes? How many? The chubby baked cake master greeted him with a habitual smile, and asked Liu Fang while making the baked cakes. Liu Fang lowered his head in silence, swallowed his saliva, and stared at the baked cake with his eyes, as if the evil wolf had seen a sheep (many years later, Liu Fang saw a wolf culling a lamb in the mountains of Xizhou, and remembered himself who was extremely hungry at this moment. ）。

The man glanced Liu Fang up and down, his unkempt hair was blue and his face was swollen, and the frayed bubbles on his feet were oozing blood, noticing Liu Fang's embarrassment, the man took out a baked biscuit from a basket next to him, which was a little mushy and not easy to sell, and handed it to Liu Fang, Liu Fang picked up the biscuit, didn't care about chewing it slowly, swallowed the biscuit three times and divided it by two, and didn't pay attention to it, choking and rolling his eyes, but the hungry Liu Fang swallowed it hard, and his throat was as painful as drinking chili water. Seeing this, the man hurriedly used the bowl with water on the board to wet his hands, scooped a bowl of water on the side of the desk, Liu Fang grabbed his neck with his hand, took the bowl with one hand, and then drank it with both hands, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

He said "Zizini" to the man, and then bowed deeply. said: "Big, I don't have any money, I'm not a bad guy (Wenzhou dialect: a scoundrel), I was blown away by the broken wind (Wenzhou's name for typhoons), I can work to offset the money for baking cakes." Liu Fang said incoherently excitedly.

The man laughed when he heard this, and handed over another baked baked cake. Liu Fang took it again and continued to gobble it up.