The bazaar is customary, the firewood seller packs the main house, picks up the stone archway from the town to the stone archway, not to mention the five miles. Seventy-two alleys of the stone archway, eighty-three wells, how many people, only the rich who burn money, are willing to buy pine branches and hard firewood. Yuzhen bought hard firewood for nothing, walked through the streets and alleys, and attracted people's eyes and asked questions, but Yuzhen's red-headed and swelling face was a man who carried the burden, but was subjected to the reverie that attracted everyone's attention. The man saw it, praised all the way, praised all the way, Zane walked long like a tiger and a leopard out of the mountain, picked firewood and changed shoulders like a light ape with outstretched arms, and looked at the insiders to know that Enchang was a hand in the countryside, and the champion of the village. When the woman saw it, her eyes were boiled, and she had just turned her face to see the gentleness and warmth, and then her eyes were gentle and gentle, and she wanted to wear it. The old ones pursed their lips, smiled ambiguously, and pressed their hearts in their stomachs, and the young ones were reluctant to leave the grace of the burden, and their faces were ashamed, and they slowly burned from the peach blossoms to the morning clouds.

Chai He picked up the heart of the courtyard, only then did he unload the burden, took out the flat burden, Yuzhen did not pay, and bit Enchang with a red face and pulled into the house. Enchang hesitated to enter the house to ask for water to drink, and Leng Ding Liu Xiangjiu handed out a scoop of water, which surprised Enchang. Xiangjiu said: Sweating, washing your face and eating first is reasonable. Enchang moved back and refused to enter the house, and said suspiciously: Which one is this play? The matchmaker behind Xiangjiu took over the words and said with a smile: You are so beautiful, today is just the seventh day of July, the Cowherd will carry the firewood and weaver girl, I, the old magpie, will help Xiangjiu build a magpie bridge for you! Enchang didn't seem to understand when he heard it, and he couldn't help but coax it for a long time, and only then went into the house to rest.

Walking a sweat, Enchang washed his face and let him into the house, only to see that the main house is a bright and two dark four-room tile house, the floor of the house is shiny copper decorative plate cabinet, the board cabinet is backed by a mirror, a dresser, and two Guangxu blue flower happy words bold bottle. A table of eight immortals also had a fruit saucer, and the matchmaker and Xiang Jiu Laen sat on the Taishi chair for a long time, and Enchang was not used to sitting for a long time, so he raised his feet to make a reclining cabinet next to him. Enchang had nowhere to put his hands and feet, and put his eyes on the west wall case, on which a raccoon cat seemed to have not woken up, guarding an old thread basket, telling that the days were long and long. Fang Yuzhen, who was stir-frying vegetables on the stove of the hall house, peeked at Enchang's back as if out of nowhere, and the wafting vegetable fragrance smelled thick and mellow from the mushrooms. Enchang, who was pressed to the dinner table, fell into the clouds and fog, the matchmaker poured wine for Enchang, and Liu Xiangjiu walked away under the pretext of biting Yuzhen's ears and talking to women. After three cups, the matchmaker made his words clear and walked away like a butterfly. Lifted the curtain of the door, pushed Yuzhen, who was silent, into the room and pushed it to Eun Chang. Enchang saw that there was a story, and hurriedly called Xiangjiu, Yuzhen stood on the ground, pinched the wine jug in his hand, and looked puzzled and sad. The matchmaker spoke, and after several persuasions, the words just melted. Over there, Xiangjiu hurriedly walked away, but turned back three times in one step, lost his soul, stumbled to the west bank of the Liwan River, and his tears could not be stopped, like the window lattice was full of rain, like willow leaves and peaches dripping with the fragrance of water. Xiang Jiu heard a lot of cows, sheep, pigs and dogs chirping along the way, and those cloven-hoofed people began to use animal language to spread the words of human parents, saying some private words that they had heard and witnessed or heard, and those words were often very true and effective. Xiang Jiu just left Yuzhen's house, and on the way to and from the road, I heard a lot of these beasts, and expressed them eagerly to her, but unfortunately Xiang Jiu didn't understand much but listened in every possible way. Xiangjiu has never been so depressed and heavy as she is today, she wanted to help Enchang build a warm nest and become a family, but she didn't expect to send Enchang away but lost her soul. Xiangjiu went back to his mother's house alone in the stone archway, Xiangjiu's father, who was born as a shadow craftsman, lost his wife in his early years, and he became obsessed with shadow puppetry in some year and month, because of his bright voice, he sang into a well-known shadow puppet class master in eastern Hebei. The old house is overgrown with wild grass, and people who know the people close to him say that my father has been walking around the village for many years, wandering around like a kite, and he can't help but stay in the white mountains and black waters outside the gate.

Xiangjiu stepped on the dusk of the setting sun, and when he walked three steps and two bridges, the velvet trees on the other side of the river were blooming like flowers. Tan Youyin, the stupid daughter-in-law who visited the grave in her early years, was the idol of the women of Manzhuang, and everyone who had a pimple in their hearts was open to her. Xiangjiu's heart was empty and listless, and he was about to enter the velvet tree, when he turned around and saw a wisp of firewood smoke rising from the mill house, the firewood smoke looked around, and first weaved yarn and spinning yarn in the green poplar forest behind the house in front of the hall, weaving into a soft dream, pitching with the wind, and turning the silk into brocade, and being reluctant to blow into the clouds. Xiangjiu thought to himself, could it be that I was going to work hard at my mother's house, and Enchang went back to Shuiyanzhuang before heading? Although I was puzzled, my heart was still hot, and I wanted to go straight to the mill house on the river bank that was higher than the village. Walking into the village street, Xiangjiu knew that Enchang had entered the village first. She held back her heartbeat and hesitated for a long time, but she didn't meet Eun Chang after all. The heart is flustered, the urgency is to be busy with the fence, and the joy is that Enchang is really devoted to my true intentions! Xiangjiu, who was like a willow in her heart, saw that the village streets in the distance were staring at her and talking, and when she came to her, she smiled silently, so she couldn't help but go to the road house, and hurriedly raised her feet and walked home. When I entered the village street, I saw that there were no people on the street, and I looked closely at how many heads poked out of the gatehouse like snails. Xiangjiu lowered his head and walked closely, and met the village cadre Niu Manzhi head-on, walked over in a swaying manner, and opened his mouth to ask, saying that the horse came back so soon? Kajiu ignored her, Kajiu knew that the dog couldn't spit out ivory from its mouth, and she understood the woman's careful thoughts. Niu Manzhi pursed his lips and ridiculed Xiangjiu: How can the big honey with his mouth be willing to spit it out to others? Don't ask what the female family is? We have to be responsible for the enchantment! Xiangjiu knew that Niu Manzhi was also the security director of the village, and glanced at the neighbors who were watching the scenery, Xiangjiu didn't dare to pick up the stubble, and slipped back to the house to sulk, thinking: Niu Manzhi is widowed, and she is not happy to be married to find a woman, and she doesn't want Elder Enchang to be stained with Liu Xiangjiu. The widowed cow was full of branches, watching the willow leaf peach and the mill house grow into an acacia tree, forming a morning glory on the vine, and the vinegar in his heart gradually bred the heart buds of his rival.

In addition to the shadow puppet and the big flower cow, the most proud of the nameless is Xu Enchang, not only likes Enchang's singing well, but also grows up with Xu Enchang, who grew up in Lao Ai's family, and the director has long since stopped taking the nameless child as an outsider, and the two have become brothers for a long time. The famous fallen man is not famous, and the work in the field depends on the strength of Enchang, and Xiangjiu is not illiterate••••••. The wife and Eun are good-looking, and the left ear is heard by the nameless child and the right ear is rising, as long as the child asks the father to have wine on the table. Nameless is the same as the stupid head under the velvet tree, he is the kind of foolish god who is in charge of the house and doesn't care about the sourness, both of them have a problem, they don't care about women, and no matter how beautiful a woman is, they don't like to take a look. Who has any friends, the nameless man who herds cattle and the stupid person who chops firewood are like a pair of poets who are fond of mountains and rivers, and the disputes between right and wrong in the world seem to be very far away from them. The firewood, grass, cattle and sheep on the mountain, as well as the wind, frost, rain and snow, made them full of interest, although the two did not speak much, but they were in love, just like the stream on the mountain and the white clouds swimming in the blue sky.

Twenty-two•

Many years later, Xue Qingyu, who had fled his hometown, reappeared on the village street of the stone archway, he was still alone, and he came to look for his wife and children. The land that was subsumed into the collective was re-divided into households, and the years seemed to have played a joke, and history returned to the original point. The stone archway of seventy-two alleys and eighty-three wells began to stand on the same running line, guarding their own land, eager to grab oil, and easily earn a warm belly. Gradually, the village began to set up township enterprises, family workshops, and inverted trading, and the capable people who occupied the high branches showed their abilities, turned the public into private, and filled their private pockets, and soon their rights turned into money. The ancient village of the stone archway has been replaced with a new owner, and the new owner has built a lot of construction on the old house foundation of the old squire landlord, and has rebuilt the deep house compound and the villa, which has become a dazzling scenery on the ground of the town. Xue Qingyu, who fled incognito to the forest farm outside the gate to make a living, confessed to his wife the experience of living with a local widow, told the torment of homesickness and thirst, and said that for the reunion of husband and wife, he would rather leave the house outside the gate than reunite with the mirror. The husband and wife were sad and happy and cried, his wife Yuzhen hesitated again and again, but still told the topic of the blind date that hindered the matchmaker's affection and the single old Xu of the three-step two-bridge, Xue Qingyu noticed that his wife was talking, and there was still a hidden shyness and blush on his face, Xue Qingyu didn't say it, and thought to himself, Yuzhen is not a water-based poplar woman, she can make her wife moved, what kind of person should she be?