From the moment he met with the live buttocks, Xiangjiu had a bad omen, in the three steps and two bridges, the older women met the live buttocks, and looked at the eyes that burned with the smell of beans, so they retreated, and exchanged ears and rapped those bizarre and strange legends. Legend has it that the man who looked like a praying mantis had a poisonous snake wrapped around his waist, but any woman who was poisoned by a snake bite would be obsessed with it despite the ulceration of her lower body. Legend has it that the members of the village have a little treacherous heart, and they can't count on the production team in the disaster year, so they invented a way to survive and raised a group of Luhua chickens who know how to repay their kindness like serving their children. The little traitor carried the Luhua chicken on his back with a wicker basket, saying that he went to the ground to eat insects and drink dew, and when he carried people, the little traitor scattered the Luhua chicken into the ground to eat and drink. Finally one day, holding a sickle in his hand, he watched the young man's live buttocks, and in the sunset and dusk of the valley, he not only caught the Luhua chicken but also caught the big fat goose swaying in the heart of the little traitor. The legend is very mysterious and difficult to guess, it is said that the Luhua chicken has seen more than once the long snake coiled around the waist of the living ass repeatedly sticking out of the poisonous letter.

It was a hot and long afternoon, and there was a faint fishy smell in the air. From the rooftop, there was a spring cat calling. The cloth bag full of dried potatoes was pushed around in the arms of the two, and gradually Xiangjiu was physically exhausted, and the living ass stuffed the pocket into the woman's chest, and took Xiangjiu into her arms, and the cloth bag groaned and slid limply to the ground in the hall. The muffled struggle finally made Kahisa sweat profusely and physically exhausted, and when the living ass hugged Kahisa into the western idle house, he tore out two pink moons in the decaying darkness. Suddenly, from the coarse cloth blue curtain with the word "happy", a cold wind swooped down a rusty nail rake. Although the smashed rake nails were a little rusty and blunt, with a whining cry of pain, the buttocks of the living buttocks, which had just faded from their single pants, still burst out with red and flying blood marks in an instant. Although the light was dim, the panicked eyes on the edge of the kang were still surprised to see Mancang standing under the door frame, followed by Mancang's screaming and screaming screams, scaring away the civet cat who was watching in horror on the eaves.

Xiang Jiu didn't remember how the man who pressed on her body got out in embarrassment, only to see the cold gaze of her ten-year-old son Mancang looking at her. From then on, for some reason, Xiangjiu, who was a mother, remembered the tremor engraved in her heart, and since then she has been obedient to her son.

The live ass who escaped from the door did not leave a clear memory of Mancang because of the darkness and darkness of the hall. The living butt hid the wounds on his body for a long time, and it was not until the village doctor leaked that Tianji Village was full of wind and rain, and Mancang retracted his misunderstanding and resentment towards Uncle En.

Hunger and tearing constant flesh and blood affection, so that the mill house can't stop thinking about the mother and son of Liuye Tao, a sheep intestine trail along the back of Zhuangcun Street, so that Xu Enchang stepped on a single inch of grass in spring and summer. The feeding office is close to the east end of a street with fifteen gates, and in broad daylight, the members of the club go to the ground, and even the livestock are like shadows, and the village street is as pale as paper. Occasionally, the yellow dog and the woman standing on the street leave their shadows to the sunlight, and let the breeze on the street leave a soft sigh. Even so, Enchang had to avoid the village street, and from the sandwich road in the north of the road, he went around to the place where the willow leaves and peach flowers bloomed in the mill house. When it freezes in winter, in order to hide people's eyes and ears, Xu Enchang sometimes steps on the Xiaoxu River behind the mill workshop, borrows the grass and grain tun, and goes around to send the swept beans and accumulated rice bran to the stove in the door of the willow leaf peach like a thief. Five winds and June, the yang energy opened, as thin as the willow eyebrows of the plough bend on the rivertops, full of green algae, frog jumping and lotus horns with the water to fight for the pattern, En Chang carried a handful of deflated peanuts or just filled wheat ears, first around to the mill room, in addition to the shaking of the leaves, there is no partition wall with ears, no leakage of moon and starlight, a cat's waist bent into the short wall of the back door of the willow leaf peach's house. I am not afraid of how many peach words and Li sang after listening to them, and finally a handful of deflated beans and rough grain saved the children's hunger! In those years, the mill house was no longer a place where the members of the society met and gathered in the rice mill, and the famine made the millet rice and bean grain and the members of the society have a grudge, and the mill house was lonely and indifferent like a deserted village and ancient temple far away from the dust.

The landlord's compartment is a long-term house in the past, and the young Xu Enchang spends his years in the company of donkey sets and dustpans dyed with the smell of rice flour dust. The land reform not only allowed Enchang to get the mill house, but also divided the three north rooms across the courtyard of the owner. The east courtyard grass finches fly mud swallows to nest, and the idle yard has become a paradise for the childhood of Mancang and Mai ripe. Mancang was sensible early, and he didn't know where to get the ancestral tablet of the Ai family, and stood on the table in the middle of the hall. Enchang occasionally visited, Mancang and Maishu climbed on the roof, sprinkled soil and sand on Enchang's head, Enchang shed tears in his eyes, and his stomach was full of grievances, he swallowed his anger, and he didn't even say it to Xiangjiu.

The famine made the three steps and two bridges forget the private affairs of men and women, the lotus roots in the Liwan River have become a rare thing for gluttonous people, and even the frogs, water chestnuts and pompas in the water cannot escape the searching eyes of hungry wolves. is still a generous earth, offering voles that do not worry about cutting off children and grandchildren, which makes people taste the meat that has been forgotten for many years.

Enchang's hands are like a pair of rakes on the ground, and no matter how much soil grain and grains he searches, it is a drop in the bucket. The sons and daughters of Xiangjiu and the descendants of the Liwan River, like the withered grass that experienced frost and snow and winter cold, and the snow on the land of the Menggailong Winter Mangyuan Plain, even when all living things were frozen, fortunately the self-reserved land of two cents per capita saved the famine from the ancients, and also laid the foreshadowing of a fairy tale in the spring. The allocation of self-reserved land Xiangjiu's family took advantage of the children's population, perhaps because Shi Qing did his hands and feet, and it happened that she was in love with the water spirit, and the production team unprecedentedly divided Xiangjiu's self-reserved land in a piece of land, so that this pair of young men and women became partners in spring planting and autumn harvest. With the private land, even if the little land is returned home, it also makes the simple farmers grateful, eager to hold the land in their arms, and sweat on the kang to pick up the crops in their dreams. Soon there was a joke - someone went to Liuzhen to catch the market and held a soak of feces and urine, and hurried to pull the feces and urine into their own ground.

The solid and sincere Xu Enchang no longer cares about gossip, and Xu Enchang's tending to the crops is comparable to embroidery. Enchang Xiangjiu in the field is like a couple made in heaven, radiant, handsome and beautiful, and a pair of phoenixes standing in the field, and the fiery red flame has attracted the envy and amazement of many men and women. Later, the policy was relaxed and the market was reopened, and some people saw Enchang Xiangjiu stepping on the footprints and going to Liuzhen. There is a production in the field, and Enchang wants to tear the clothes for Xiangjiu, and the Xiangjiu who is measuring the size is smiling like a peach blossom, and Xiangjiu still decides to pull the cloth for the big child to make clothes. On the way home, Enchang Xiangjiu walked along the riverside to take a shortcut, and when there was no one, Xiangjiu held Enchang's palm, picked up his ear and said a lot of whispers that made Anliu embarrassed. Since then, whenever the two have a private meeting, the sound of the sauce rod flute blows in the hazy night of the milling room, and a pot of willow leaf peaches scratching the head of the wall is about to be put on the side of the sky. Liwan River smiled and told three steps and two bridges, and couldn't hide fifteen gates and one street, and since then Enchang has been called a mill and a long time has been called a willow leaf peach.

In the autumn of 1962 A.D., the widow and lonely Xiangjiu Enchang and their children were rescued by the self-reserved land, and the entire three-step and two-bridge chanted that Xiangjiu was a good man. After being told, the one-acre six-point self-reserved land became a cornucopia. People's hearts are long flesh, Xiangjiu always wants to repay the longevity, thinking about it, the body is like a warm current like spring fragrance. The fragrance of flowers is silent, the birds are singing, it is the wind and sunflowers, and more than once I have seen willow leaf peaches with short walls emerging from the backyard.

In his spare time, Enchang walked from the breeding place to the mill house several times a day, and he loved to watch the smoking chimneys of Xiangjiu's house, and sometimes he would give bundles of dry firewood by the way. When Xiangjiu took advantage of the night to bring the bowl of sticky rice porridge to Enchang, Xu Enchang in the grinding room, could always see the hot red date floating in the porridge bowl.

The sound of dead winter leaves still alarmed the sleeping birds in the canopy nest, and the magpie made a silent loop, just standing on the branches, and swam through the feathers in panic. The oil lamp from the window paper is yellow, reflecting the reluctant smoke of the roof. The sparrows that protruded and flew up, wanting to fall, gave birth to a pair of cat-eyed gazes in the darkness.

The oil lamp was ambiguously extinguished. The stars in the sky trembled and stared drunkenly in the distance. Not far away, the moon in the Liwan River is as white as snow caressing by the night breeze, and the fish in the water lick the floating aquatic plants, making the warm undercurrent gurgle endlessly. Occasionally, two dragonflies flying alone on the river, and frogs looking up greedily, watching the dragonflies join into a golden yellow.

A thin and nimble figure, like a cat, jumped up to the roof, and his steps were as light as dew drops stepping on lotus flowers. At that time, the village went to bed early, and the whole water along the village was like a ball of ink, only the meandering riverbed of the plough bend river was shining with blinking water. Xiangjiu, who was preoccupied, slapped and coaxed a kang child, biting the hair on the side of his lips at the corner of his mouth, bowed his head and thought for a while, and suddenly closed the door with light feet, leaving behind the conjecture of the embers of the stove pit in the hall. From the last time he used a nail rake in the East House, the ten-year-old Mancang began to have premature thoughts, and since then he has buried an incomprehensible hatred for men in his young heart. He slept so lightly that the slightest sound could not hide his eyes. Man Cang stepped on his mother's shadow and walked out of the north gate, he didn't chase after him, he climbed a poplar tree, he didn't pay attention to the bird's nest on the branch, only looked at the mill house in front of his eyes. He saw his mother walk into the milling house in a trance, and stood in the starry courtyard for a while before he was about to turn his head and insert the door. The color of that face's red in the moonlight reminded Mancang of the willow leaf peach blossoms that Huang was often on the wall of the courtyard, facing the milling house.