" Lend me a pair of wise eyes! Let me see this chaos clearly, clearly, clearly and truly..."
Ayu, who is five big and thick, looks as happy as a Buddha. , smiles cheerfully all day long, and always likes to hum songs when nothing happens. Even with an unyielding stubbornness, he just put himself on the hot search, and confidently called him: What's wrong with Silly Ayu? Isn’t it also popular?
It has been many years since I left the southern mountainous area. It is a mountainous area that is so poverty-stricken that it is heartbreaking. It is also a mountainous area that is rated as a poor county every year. The gap between the rich and the poor is astonishing. To put it exaggeratedly, The courtyards of rich families are like the four major families in "A Dream of Red Mansions", while the courtyards of poor families are like cavemen who have returned to ancient society. Most of the people in the mountains there don't study much, so all the country's good policies to benefit the people have benefited only a handful of leading cadres and their relatives and friends. Listen to the comments from local residents: The officialdom is so deeply entrenched that no one can break the long-established black chain. There is a popular saying among the local people: Any official who takes office in the county should not exceed three years at most. Once the three years are up and the pot is full, he will quickly leave and change his position. And local officials, from local village officials to county-level officials, have made good arrangements for their children with the money they earned, and sent them to somewhere in the mountainous area to seek good development, just waiting for the money to be unlimited and the future to be a bright and bright time. In addition to children, the normal adults left behind at home are vulnerable groups who have never seen the world and have not read a few books. In this way, to put it bluntly, the entire social class seems to be naturally divided into two major classes, those with a little education and a little bit of brains, or those who are uneducated but have good connections with the class and are bolder and more daring. Those at home have become the exploiting class, and the rest are of course the exploited class. Hearsays are not true. Although I have lived for more than ten years and almost heard nothing outside the window, the experience of the silly girl Ayu is enough to explain everything.
Ayu's family originally lived in an adobe house on the hillside with only one path covered with weeds and bushes. You can only see the sun shining on the mouth of the Shixi Canyon at the foot of the mountain outside the gate around ten o'clock in the morning. After three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun sets on the opposite mountain. In the late 1990s, a mysterious army came to the mountains, and then the mountains, farmland, and houses belonging to Ayu's family were all expropriated by the local government. A neurotic old man who lost his wife before forty, dragging a group of six children with no food or clothing. The only eldest daughter was originally the main laborer in the family, because she could not bear the poor life at home. , when he was working as a masonry worker at the age of sixteen, he found a man to marry him early. There are six young and old left in the family, and there are a lot of men. It is common for them to eat one meal but not the next. It is common to be short of oil and salt. Every day, in addition to pumpkin, we eat sweet potato porridge. Occasionally, the brothers go to the mountains to catch one or two hares, mice, or catch some fish in the rocky stream to eat meat. Ayu, who is six or seven months pregnant, has nowhere to go except to help the family with endless housework. Once, my family ran out of oil for cooking for more than a week. In the end, I felt nauseated after eating it. I couldn't stand it any more, so I had to rush to a small shop outside the mountain to buy a package of mustard vegetables for cooking. I walked out early in the morning and came back for lunch after two o'clock in the afternoon. Those days were so poor that I really don't dare to look back.
Because they were poor, so poor that the originally nervous old man had never even seen tens of thousands of dollars, so when the immigrants were resettled, Ayu's family of three left their children with the old man. They all had no choice but to go out to work again, and the local village officials used 50,000 yuan in settling-in allowances to send the old man and his family, including Ayu's three separated children, to them. Afterwards, they tried to reason with them, and even appealed to them to no avail. , because the communication network was still very closed at that time, and ordinary people had no way to complain. The local officials and gangsters were colluding, and even threatened and intimidated the petitioners. Farmers in the mountains have mountains instead of mountains, and fields are not fields. The arrival of the army was a blessing from God. Ayu and the others were the only poor family in the mountains, but they didn’t expect that their family would be lost so easily. After the relocation was completed, it was settled. Therefore, to be honest, Ayu has a deep hatred for those so-called people's parents and officials who deceive the superiors and deceive the inferiors, engage in fraud, and are greedy and greedy without conscience. Even though many years have passed, despite the central government's severe crackdown on tigers and flies, the officialdom is flourishing.
In Ayu's own words, in addition to chatting about the past with her teeth chattering with hatred, she also likes to follow people around and create many inexplicable troubles for herself, as if looking for trouble. Others prefer to call her crazy in private. It's like this time I heard a gust of wind coming from nowhere, and it stirred the ant's nest again. But they are all reasonable and well-founded, listen to what she said——
This morning, the silly girl Ayu decorated herself beautifully, and then went on the road alone lightly and simply. I heard that It was an old man with a lot of social experience who asked her to pick tea in the mountains to the east. Originally, the tea buds had already turned into hard green stems by this time, which meant that the spring for tea picking had already passed. For some unknown reason, the old man insisted on picking tea. I persuaded the ignorant woman Ayu who didn’t know the heights of the world. Maybe Xianyu is distracted, and maybe there will be something to gain from taking a walk.
It was still a slightly cool morning, and the air in the mountains was particularly refreshing and pleasant. I got on the bus and turned left and right all the way. After a while, I left the city and entered the wilderness of the suburban mountain village. The thick fog outside the car window White mist enveloped the rural mountains in the eastern countryside. Occasionally, the sharp roar of one or two motorcycles or large trucks roared past. Dust rolled up from the rear of the car filled the sight outside the window. The clear chirping of birds is hidden in the shadow of green leaves on the roadside, and the rising smoke tells you: the mountain col is full of the smell of human fireworks.
Don’t know where to find the tea shop? The bus driver was so angry that he asked Ayu impatiently if he wanted to get off the bus? It's useless to be anxious when you encounter the chronic Ayu. She joked that her butt is not hot yet, why are you rushing to catch up with someone, or why did you lose your fare? In the end, the driver was choked with words and had to compromise: This is the tea farm and you can get off. Ayu, who looked confused, got out of the car and realized that this place was on an uphill road. There were mountains on both sides. Although they were not high, they were covered with lush weeds and miscellaneous trees. You could also vaguely see some isolated mountains among the grass. The cold tombstone looked particularly gloomy and desolate in the cool morning breeze. For a moment, Ayu, who thought he was extremely brave, wanted to turn around and leave this place quickly. He looked up at the sky and saw that through the layers of mist, the rising sun had pierced the clouds and shone on the top of the tea mountain. Is that a teahouse? Why is it so special? This is obviously a very ordinary hill. How does it look like a tea farm? Staring at the mountain col in front of him, with a series of questions, the bold Ayu was really bold, how could he still be afraid of a few lonely graves? "Cengcengcengceng", three steps followed by two steps, he rushed up the slope of the forked road on the roadside. There was a relatively open and flat wilderness. It was said to be flat but actually it was not flat. It was originally a yellow mud lawn, maybe because there was never anyone there. Due to the activities and the erosion of wind and rain over time, there are potholes everywhere, as well as high and low haystacks of various sizes. The blue mud shack built at the foot of the mountain not far away is probably the so-called tea farm management office. But there was no one in sight. The tea-picking day had just passed, so why couldn’t I smell the slightest smell of fireworks? And there are tea trees in twos and threes in the east and west of the mountain col that seem to have never been taken care of. They are growing willfully and wildly, seeming to be shouting at Ayu: What's wrong? I'm so willful, can you control me? Ayu was muttering and wondering, when suddenly several dog barks came from the side, followed by several extremely ferocious big wolf dogs, roaring and panting, and rushed towards the large black carved iron door, and Ayu was standing outside the door. Looking suspiciously at the new discovery awakened by the sound of the dog: on the left, I thought it was just an abandoned yard, because the road at the door and the situation inside the door were all yellow mud and sand, and there did not seem to be any special modifications. A snarling dog made Ayu look back again.
Here I go! This story about April in this world is really confusing. Deep inside the iron gate is a luxurious and exquisite mountain villa. There was also no one in sight. Diagonally across were a few solitary tombs that shone coldly in the clear light. There was no shop in front of the house or a village in the back. The only thing that could accompany the villa was the so-called teahouse on the right side of the mountain. The two ends of the road at the foot of the mountain are a long way from the city and the countryside. I wonder why the owner of the villa chose such a feng shui treasured land to build his villa? Is it really a geomantic treasure? Can a Feng Shui treasure land not need the smell of human fireworks? I am afraid that these questions will never be understood by Ayu, who is generous and naive. In fact, she is just bold and curious. As for why she never bothered with so many things.
On the way back to the city, because she was too lazy to wait for the bus and didn’t feel like she had to travel far, she was used to walking and chose to go back on foot, because when she discovered the tea farm here When I saw the strange statue, I inevitably felt a little more curious, so I decided to walk all the way back, maybe I could get more wonderful insights. Although she was always so innocent and childish in her silly way, she seemed to be able to faintly understand her at the moment. She felt that the old man who asked her to pick tea leaves seemed to be intentionally guiding her to such a place, as if he was hinting at something. For the wise and foolish Ayu, it was not that she didn't understand, but she was just pretending to be confused. So she decided to walk back to the city to see what kind of scenery there was along the way. When leaving the city, it seemed that less than five minutes after crossing the East Bridge, we entered a mountain road full of twists and turns. When you go out early in the morning, you have plenty of time. Even if God changes his face, you have an umbrella with you. What are you afraid of? Thinking like this, Ayu leisurely hummed "Country Road", a popular song in her childhood, without any distractions. A three-wheeled motorcycle came crashing down from the top of the slope and passed by her, slowly stopping not far in front of her. A man in blue work clothes emerged from the car, and he turned his head to look at her. Silly girl Ayu. It seemed that he was deliberately waiting for Ayu to ask him for help and catch a ride into the city, because this was the only mountain road leading to the county seat, and there were almost no vehicles and no people on foot. The car owner may have felt sympathy, thinking that Ayu was a foreigner who had run away from home, and wanted to see if Ayu would ask him to give her a ride. After waiting for a while, he saw that Ayu was still minding her own business, as if nothing had happened. Walking alone slowly, I gave up the idea of ??being a good person. A sudden "sudden" sound echoed all the way through the mountain intersection, just at the corner of the road. On the right side, I suddenly saw a concrete slope extending upward. Turn left and go in the same direction as the mountain road. The difference is about five or six meters in height. The cement slope extends out of an open concrete flat land, but it is divided into several parallel strips. The cement space was flat, and there seemed to be fireworks tube-like things placed on the edges of the strips of cement, but Ayu had never seen such small fireworks. The daring and curious Ayu really didn't know what the large concrete open space that suddenly appeared in the corner of the mountain in front of him was used for? Then he leaned forward to take a closer look. With his eyesight, Ayu still couldn't see clearly the bumps and bumps not far away in front of him. When he got closer and took a closer look, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, because in the open concrete space In the upper left corner, there was a row of spiritual tablets of the deceased neatly arranged, which frightened the stupid Ayu so much that he could not believe his eyes. He stared at the black and white characters on the memorial tablet: xxx in xx year After seeing the word "passed" clearly and confirming that he had accidentally disturbed the unrelated undead like a lonely ghost early in the morning, he felt anxious and panicked, so he quickly clasped his hands together, teasing and saying He kowtowed and muttered: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I've disturbed all the undead souls, and I bumped into them by accident as a stranger. I just ask all the undead souls to please be patient and don't argue with the rough woman. Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless you! At this moment, Ayu, no matter how daring, was so frightened that she did not dare to look back. She hurried down the cement slope road and jogged all the way towards the county seat. Fortunately, there was a reservoir not far away on the right. Two girls were carrying big buckets to collect mountain spring water. Only then did my heart that was beating wildly calm down. There is an abandoned breeding ground next to the reservoir. Judging from the remains and broken walls, it is estimated that it is a pig farm. Who cares about it? At this time, Ayu seemed to be still frightened. After walking down the mountain road for a long time, my body and mind that seemed to be wandering were able to come back to their senses. At this time, they had walked out of the narrow mountain pass. In front of them was a relatively broad field, with a village not far away, and the sky seemed to be extraordinarily bright. . My heart felt much more at ease, and I was standing still to concentrate, wanting to calm down and catch my breath. Unexpectedly, what I touched next to me was another stone tablet and a billboard: xx Farm, with a warm reminder: the first three hundred meters combine fishing, picking, and entertainment. Such a billboard standing out in the mountain wilderness is really eye-catching. , the curiosity that had just cooled down suddenly revived, the first "three hundred meters"? Isn't it quite close? It looked difficult to get in with a car, but it was more than enough to get in with a two-wheeler. I made up my mind and followed the arrow on the road sign without hesitation. But at the entrance of the road sign was a lime yard. Inside, in addition to two iron lump machines, and a tow truck The man working the cart saw no one else. Probably when he saw the unfamiliar face of Ayu, the man stood on the high pile of limestone and stared coldly at the silly girl Ayu in front of him with a suspicious look on his face. Although the brave and careful Ayu was in shock, she could still walk as if no one was around.
And in front of the attentive man, he calmly took out a red plastic bag from his backpack, because in the grass on the roadside about one meter away, Ayu suddenly discovered to his surprise: a delicious wild vegetable that he had been looking for actually appeared in it. This is a great place to use your identity as a picker of wild vegetables as a cover. Let’s see what fishy, ??pickable and fun things can be found 300 meters away. Along the way, I picked wild vegetables and stuffed them into plastic bags, thinking whether it was time to arrive?
After passing through the lime quarry storage warehouse, the distance is almost the same, and what appears in front of us is another exquisitely decorated mountain villa. In addition to the wolf dog climbing up the high wall and staring at passers-by and barking, there are many people walking around. After walking around, I saw a slick-faced, middle-aged man dressed like a rich man coming out to take out the garbage. It seemed to be chicken or duck feathers after slaughter. When the courtyard door was opened, a pile of beer bottles piled up in the courtyard was revealed. At the door of the so-called fishing entrance In the pond, there is a pool of turbid sewage that can just cover the silt in the middle of the pond. Among the grass along the pond, there are some empty wine bottles such as Remy Martin, XO, Ner Hong, Maotai, etc. piled up in random directions. There is a small path across the pond. The dirt road extends inward along the foot of the mountain on the right. Waist-high setaria grows wildly and wildly. It is shorter than the fruit trees that occasionally hang one or two oranges. In the morning breeze, only orange trees can only stand shoulder to shoulder with the setaria, scattered here and there. are scattered on the red soil, struggling hard to compete with the unstoppable Setaria for nutrients in the mud. In this situation, who loses and who wins, and whether the Setaria exists or not, depends on your mood. Because the person who can control the fate of oranges is the owner of this orchard. After the barking of the dogs stopped, I walked out of the small orange garden and passed the villa with brown walls and orange-red glazed tile roofs. I could only hear the faint gusts of wind from the air conditioner hanging on the wall, which seemed to be chasing my heartbeat. "Plop" sound. At this moment, the silly girl Ayu had already stared closely at the few bright red wild strawberries she had just picked in her hand, and she was so stupid that she was deeply recalling the endless fun of her childhood. The wolf dog and the villa were long forgotten and disappeared into the dust of the misty mountains.
Just like recording the days of the May Day Farm, what is left behind is the same local dialect that is almost integrated with the white-haired people from all over the world. What is heard is the helpless voice that has experienced the vicissitudes of life and seen all the prosperity: "These It's been six or seven years since the new building was built and vacant." The old man whispered about the past. "There is still no one living in it. It will be at least ten or twenty years after the road here is opened and the popularity increases. I'm afraid these buildings will have to be demolished and rebuilt if no one lives in them. "Alas!" The white-haired old man sighed deeply from behind. A group of fun-loving sparrows were disturbing the roadside. They were chattering and quarreling, and they were jumping happily to grab the food that belonged to their own territory. No one wanted to let anyone else go. Only the bayberry branches on the side were bent over by the fruits, quietly smiling at the sparrows in the world.