In 1984, on the seventh day of the first lunar month, Zhangjiawan.

"Shanjun is getting married." The people of Zhangjiawan are all legends, and everyone is looking forward to the marriage of Shanjun.

Shanjun is the first high school student in Zhangjiawan, and she is also the little girl of Uncle Zhang's family in Zhangjiawan, a well-known talented girl and beauty.

Shanjun graduated from high school at the age of fifteen, graduated at home for seven years, and is twenty-two years old. In this rural area, a girl who has not yet married at this age will be called an old girl. Therefore, Shanjun's marriage is something that the Zhang family is looking forward to.

"Shanjun is going to marry Tong An on the street." When the people of Zhangjiawan talked about the place where Shanjun got married, they were as if they were going to live the life of the people on the street, and they were very happy.

It's not that Shanjun doesn't want to get married, but in two years of high school, he saw the beautiful life of those urban people who sit on the street, have a city hukou, and eat national agricultural grain in Nanjin, and his heart is not in this rural area.

Of course, this beauty is relative to rural people like Shanjun. Since then, Shanjun has dreamed of becoming a city person, having a city hukou and eating national food. Over the years, Shanjun has also struggled and struggled, but her dream of the city is very far away, her struggle is very weak, and her struggle is very painful.

When he was an agricultural technician in the township a few years ago, Shanjun went to fight for it, and he also asked someone to find a relationship. Although the agricultural technician was only one of the five members of the village, he had neither an urban hukou nor a state grain, and he did not even have an establishment, but he did the same decent work as the city people.

But Shanjun was eventually defeated by the daughter of the village chief who only had the first Chinese. Shanjun is dead, and he no longer relies on struggle to realize his dream of becoming a city person. But after rejecting countless handsome young men from well-to-do families in the countryside over the years, she decided to get married.

"Shanjun wants to eat the national grain and become a city person." The people of Zhangjiawan said that Shanjun would become a person from the city and eat national food, and they felt that they were also very honored and excited to be a person from Zhangjiawan.

Zhangjiawan people have no distinction and concept of the streets of the city and the township, Shanjun is about to become the wife of the street people who have a city hukou and eat national grain, and then he will also become a street person with a city hukou and eat national grain with her husband.

There are conditions for Shanjun's marriage, that is, to marry a guy with a city hukou and eat national food, and there are no other requirements.

Because of her natural beauty and dignity, coupled with the rare female high school students in this village, a small group of trustees in Tong'an Town, Tongyong City, soon said that the matchmaker came. After meeting this morning, Shanjun agreed, and in the afternoon, he went to Tong'an with the people in the city.

Tong'an is a district town in Tongyong City, which is adjacent to Sweet City. There is no difference between the city and the township streets, anyway, the people there have urban hukou and eat national food, and they are all urban people who are envied by the countrymen.

"Well, what will be my fate at this step?" In great contrast to the expectations and joys of the people of Zhangjiawan, Shanjun sighed his fate in his heart, and was very confused and uneasy about the future.

"Losing my self-esteem and gambling my life, am I worth it?" What is incompatible with the excitement and glory of Zhangjiawan people is that Shanjun can't see glory or excitement, but he has the helplessness of dignity and humility in life.

The mountain behind the big courtyard of Zhangjiawan is called the White Tiger Terrace by the people of Zhangjiawan because the mountain shape is like a big tiger entrenched, and the slightly raised head is called the White Tiger Terrace by the people of Zhangjiawan. Under the White Tiger Stage, there is all fertile land, especially the two soils, which are large and flat, and there are dozens of acres on one bank. After the production was delivered to the households, the large land was divided into small pieces and distributed to each household, and every time the land was turned over, the sowing season and the harvest season, people from all families in Zhangnong Bay gathered in these two fields, they worked here, and they also talked and communicated here. Talking about the shortcomings of the east and the west, and also telling the anecdotes and stories heard from all directions, and helping each other with the work in the field, it is a lively and busy place.

Today, the center of everyone's conversation is undoubtedly Zhang Shanjun's marriage. Since Shanjun is the first high school graduate student in Zhangjiawan, everyone looks up to Shanjun on weekdays, and they are also precious to Shanjun.

At the same time, Shanjun has a gentle personality, outstanding appearance, softness, sweetness and elegance, which always makes Zhangjiawan people feel that Shanjun should not be born in the countryside of Zhangjiawan, and always thinks in their hearts that Shanjun is not from this Zhangjiawan farmhouse after all. In the eyes of the simple Zhangjiawan people, Shanjun marries on the street and lives on the street, which is what life should be. Therefore, Shanjun is also a role model for Zhangjiawan people to educate children, every time a child is disobedient, every time he wants his child to study hard, he will use Shanjun as a teaching material, and ask the children to learn from Shanjun well, and also go to that high school, and strive to be qualified to go to university and jump the farmer's door.

Therefore, today, Shanjun can marry on Tong'an Street, which has become a topic for Zhangjiawan people and the goal that Zhangjiawan people yearn for and pursue, and it will also become a realistic and living teaching material for Zhangjiawan people to educate children.

Shanchun, her mother, and her brother are also working in the contracted field under the slope of Baihutai, and they heard the news of Shanjun in their ears, and their hearts moved slightly like the people of Zhangjiawan, and they were secretly glad that Sister Jun could finally go to the street and live the life of a city person.

Shan Tsubaki is the second high school student in this Zhangjiawan, graduated last year, did not get admitted to the university, did not jump out of the farm, and now is still reviewing in Nanjin Middle School, preparing for the re-examination, once again rushed out of the single-plank bridge of the university, rushed out of the farmer's door, and went to the city that he yearns for, the whole family yearns for, and the farmers of the ancestors yearn for.

"I heard that no, Shanjun married the family on An'an Street, which is the Na Tan family who opened a noodle shop on Tong'an Street, and there is a noodle shop at home, and you can make a lot of money all year round." Le Manniang dug the ground with a hoe high, with a smile on her face. Le Man is the captain, and Le Man Niang naturally heard more news.

"Ah, that's the house, that's rich. The family, just the old man and his son, his mother is dead, a noodle shop earns so much money a year, and he can't use it up, so he is blessed with the mountain. "Guomanniang's family is from the countryside of Tong'an, and she has a clear understanding of these situations.

"Well, the noodle shop can make money, and there is a house on the street, which is worth much more than our house in the countryside." The hairy pestle held the hoe and said slowly, he was a junior high school student in the third class, with a skinny temperament, talking and doing things, and he was always so tepid.

"Oh, Brother Shanmao, won't blow your Three Kingdoms today?" The mountain soldiers shouted loudly on the other side of the ground.

"Hehe, today I talked about Sister Shanjun, who still listens to my Three Kingdoms?" The mountain fur still clubbed his hoe and did not move.

"Of course, listening to you blow the Three Kingdoms every day, it's useless to blow the ball, blowing the mountain king, so that everyone is envious and in a good mood." Le Manniang smashed the clods of soil in the ground, straightened up and looked at everyone.

"Also, Shanjun went to Tong'an Street, and in the future, we will have a place and convenience when we go to Tong'an in Zhangjiawan." Guomanniang saw it very realistically.

"What are you doing, you can go to that street a few times a year." Le Manniang felt that every time she went to someone's house to put things in her house, it was also very troublesome, but it was not good to say it directly.

"Tong Anke is our oil and salt farm, and if you don't go there once or twice a year." Guomanniang thought that every time she went to the street, there was no place to put the baskets, which was really inconvenient.

"Alas, it's better to sit comfortably on the street, not to do farm work, not to be exposed to the wind, rain and sun, and to eat white rice. We rural people can't eat a few meals of white rice when we are tired and tired in the wind and rain all year round. The mountain soldier said in his heart, but there was an infinite light in his eyes.

"Hehe, isn't it that our peasant uncle is tired and tired, delivering public grain, what do people on the street eat? Drink the Northwest Wind? Shanmao's words also make sense.

"But, do you dare not send it? This is the difference between rural people and urban people, and you can't accept it. Shan Chuan answered as he dug into the ground.

"By the way, this difference is too big, people in the city are like in the sky, people in the countryside are like underground, what you climb on the ground can compare with what you fly in the sky?" Le Manniang still said with a smile.

"Second Brother Nong, born with the word 'suffer', engraved on the door of his head. Therefore, everyone wants to jump out of the peasant gate, rush out of the countryside, and become a city person, so remove the word 'suffer', and they will no longer be so tired and tired. "The mountain hair is still tepid, forever unhurried.

"Brother Sanmao, can I rush out?" Yamakawa asked.

"This depends on each person's ability, and the rural people have to rush out of the countryside and into the city. For men, there are two ways out, one is to take the university entrance examination, and the other is to become a soldier and an officer, and there is no other way to get ball. Shan Mao shook his head and said.

"What about the woman?" Shanchuan asked again, thinking that he would return to his hometown to dig mud after graduating from junior high school, and he must have no hope of jumping out of the farm.

"Woman, in addition to those two roads, there is also marrying a city man like the king of the mountain. One more road, one more road. Slowly, he swung his hoe and dug up the soil.

"Then I'm afraid that no one can walk these roads." Guomanniang weighed Shanmao's words in her heart, and felt that it was too difficult to jump from the farm gate.

"Of course, in our bay, now we see Shanjun on the street, and he can be regarded as jumping out. Another one, it's a little hopeful to see the mountain tree, and it's hard to say about the rest. "Shanmao has been thinking about this in his heart every day.

"Shanchun, of course, will definitely be able to jump out of the farm, people were admitted to university last year, just a few points short, this year will definitely be no problem." Le Manniang is very optimistic about the arrival of the baby Tsubaki.

"Wow, the lid of the pot is too early, and I'll know it then." Shanchun's mother listened to everyone's gossip and didn't speak, and she kept thinking in her heart, this Zhangjiawan, Shanjun, the first high school student, is now married on the street, and her second baby Shanchun is the second high school student in Zhangjiawan, and she should be able to be admitted to college this year. But listening to the words of Le Manniang, she still looked at the mountains and rivers beside her and said a humble word to the two brothers Shanchun.

Rural people are not high-profile, especially in the current university entrance examination and jumping the peasant door, no one can praise this Haikou, and if it can't be realized by then, then it will be a foreign image, and it will not look good on the face.

"Siniang, you don't say that, our brother Tsubaki, no accident, should be able to be admitted to university this year. yes, Brother Tsubaki, work hard. "The ground in front of Shanmao, he didn't dig much, and his slow son determined that his efficiency was not high, and when he heard Shanchun's mother's words, he encouraged Shansubaki.

"Brother Shanmao, think so, work hard, just look at your fate." Shan Chun thought about Sister Shanjun's happiness and longed for her future, but the university technical secondary school was not so easy to get into.

Nowadays, people are not divided into universities, nor are they divided into secondary schools, they all call those who have been admitted college students, and it is the greatest purpose and the greatest glory to be able to jump out of the farm, but Nanjin Middle School, with more than 400 new students, can be admitted to more than a dozen people in a year. With this number of people, in the entire Puci County, Nanjin Middle School is among the top schools and can speak. Therefore, although Shanchun's grades are good and he works hard, he really has no bottom in his heart about whether he can be admitted to university this year and whether he can rush out of the farm.

"Also, this university is really not easy to get into, just work hard, fate is very important. Whatever, just work hard. "Shanmao has a very clear view of this university entrance examination, and it is difficult.

Changchang Town, Tong'an District, is the oil and salt field of Zhangnongwan people. Because Zhangjiawan is located on the border of Tiancheng City and Tongyong City, there are more than 30 miles to Nanjin District, and only more than 20 miles to Tong'an, and Tongyong is an industrial area, Tong'an's market control is much looser than Nanjin, and Tong'an's market is very active, so Zhangjiawan people rarely go to Nanjin, but often come to Tong'an.

Shanjun has been to Tong'an many times, but he has followed his family to carry food, carry bamboo and wood to sell for money, and then exchange some daily necessities, and has never entered the homes of these street people on Nanjin Street. This time, because he talked about Qin Siwa from the Qin family noodle shop on Tong'an Street, he accompanied the matchmaker with his brother Shanhuo in the afternoon and came to Qin Siwa's house on Tong'an Street.

For Tong'an Street, Shanjun is still familiar with it, and she doesn't have the heart to look at and explore. It's just that when she stepped into Qin Siwa's house on the street, Shanjun looked at it slowly with her woman's delicate eyes. Because, this will be her home in the future.

The house is an all-timber structure, with two facades, and then there is a deep depth, and there is a small patio in the middle. Due to the deep depth, although there are only two rooms in the studio, it is still very spacious. There are only two people in the Qin family, Qin Siwa and his father, and they usually don't have much management, and they can't manage such a wide house, so they can't help but look a little dilapidated.

This is where I will be in the future? Will I live here for the rest of my life? I'm going to have children here? Shanjun looked at the home of the people on the street that she had always longed for in her heart, and did not speak, but asked herself in her heart.

The man in front of him, who was ten years older than him, looked quite Sven, and he was a little handsome, but his body was not very strong. Objectively speaking, this man is not bad, there is such a wide house on this street, and his family background is not bad, but why is he in his thirties and not married yet. Shanjun still asks himself this question in his heart.

Although the matchmaker's explanation for this problem is that this Qin Siwa has a good family background and has too high requirements for the female baby, and she has not married since she dragged it over, Shanjun always feels that this explanation is far-fetched.

Stepping on the green stone on the street that was polished smooth and round by the soles of people's shoes, Shanjun walked slowly, and the matchmaker and Qin Siwa wanted to take her to see the old noodle shop of the Qin family.

The people in the shops on the street all looked at the beautiful girl brought by Qin Siwa, who obviously didn't look like a street girl. However, there are also some people who are not like the peasants in the countryside. What kind of person is this, that look, that temperament, very attractive to everyone's attention.

Shanjun didn't have the heart to look at the neighboring four squares, but he felt that the stones on the street were more comfortable to walk on than the muddy roads in the countryside, which made people obviously feel the difference between the street and the countryside, and also made the people in the city feel good self-gratitude.

walked step by step, but turned back again and again to see Qin Siwa's house, the house on the street, where people should live, and the people who lived there were no longer farmers.

Shanjun was watching, thinking, and weighing, so he came to the Qin family's old noodle shop.

Qin Siwa's father is an old man of nearly seventy, he looks very capable, and his body is okay, standing at the door of the noodle shop covered in dust and waiting for the mountain monarchs.

"Uncle Qin, you're busy." The matchmaker stepped forward and said hello.

"Oh, girl, you're here? Quick, get in and sit. Uncle Qin smiled heartily and let a few people into the noodle shop.

"This is Shanjun and her brother Wildfire." The matchmaker introduced the Shanjun brothers and sisters to Uncle Qin.

"Oh, sit in the house, sit in the house." Uncle Qin took out a paper cigarette and lit the fire.

This noodle workshop is very wide, wider than the noodle workshop of the Zhangjiawan production team, there is no grinding disc in the noodle workshop, there is no old scalper grinding, but the machine is grinding the dough and pressing the panel. From this point of view, it is enough to reflect the gap between urban and rural areas.

The light of the electric light is also brighter than that of Zhangjiawan, which may be the reason for the more stable voltage, and the electric light does not flicker or flicker. It's just that in the electric light, I saw fine and dense dust flying in the air.

Behind the noodle shop is a walled yard, and the cloth satisfies the shelves for drying the noodles, which looks neat and orderly, and is very refreshing. It can be seen that this Uncle Qin is a good producer and the next diligent person.

Shanjun looked at the noodle shop, which was more comfortable than in Qin Siwa's house. This is a noodle shop, a place where you can make money, and a place to rely on for life. Although Shanjun has never done much farm work in the countryside, she is very kind to the workshop on which people depend for their survival.

"Uncle Qin, what do you think?" The matchmaker looked at a few and asked.

Generally speaking, when being a matchmaker, the matchmaker asks the woman's opinion first, but the matchmaker may see that the Zhang family is a countryman, and the Qin family is a person on the street, and the people on the street have a natural superiority, so he asks the opinion of the uncle of the Qin family.

"I think this girl is very good, but I don't know if our four babies are worthy of others." Uncle Qin listened to the matchmaker's words, and of course understood what the matchmaker meant, but he was a generous person, and felt that the matchmaker was underestimating Shanjun in his heart. But it was not good not to answer, so he praised Shanjun's goodness, and humbly asked Shanjun if he looked down on his son, giving enough respect to Shanjun.

When Shanjun heard the question, he didn't answer, but his heart was churning, thinking, and struggling. Seeing that his sister didn't speak, Shanhuo smoked a cigarette and pretended not to hear, his sister's thoughts, he couldn't guess as a brother, and he couldn't be his sister's master, and the family was all spoiled by Shanjun.