In the county town, all the old alleys have been rebuilt, leaving only Maojia Lane.
There is no need to research the name of Mao's agricultural materials, because there is a man named Mao. But now there seems to be only one Mao in this alley. This Mao family has completely maintained its original way of life. The house is made of brick and wood, with a studio, an attic on the first floor covered with mud bricks, and a barber shop called "Jinchi". This is really a veritable Maojia agricultural material. However, we cannot doubt the origin of the original name. This society is developing too fast. It is normal for the younger generation of Mao family to make a living everywhere and be replaced by his surname. People can change, households can change their names, and lane names cannot be changed, so it is also called Maojia Nongzi, and it may always be called this-because this is the history that people remember.
Maojia agricultural materials are very old. In the alley, cement brick houses are mixed with brick-wood houses. Of course, the brick-wood house is very old, the walls are falling off, and the foundation and floor are moldy. Without the support of cement houses on both sides, I am afraid it will be very fragile and will fall down. The front doors of the remaining brick-and-wood houses in the alley were open. Sitting on their barricade, parents can gossip, which is a very harmonious and comfortable neighborhood relationship. The cement house was built later, with different construction years, no unified planning, different floors and different footings. Terraces and ridges are staggered, which is particularly chaotic. Some doors open inward, while others deliberately bid farewell to history and look for a new way out. So the alley is not what it used to be.
Compared with the "Jinchi" barber shop, I am more familiar with the cause of Mao's agricultural workers. The reason is that in the county town of 16, all haircuts are made by this store, and it is the same female hairdresser Fu. To be precise, I have been in this female teacher's hair for nearly 30 years. She often teases my wife proudly, "Your man's head, if you touch it, I can touch it." Her hairdressing technique runs from generation to generation. Her father, his father's father, his father's father are all hairdressers. After graduating from junior high school, she studied hairdressing with her parents in a collective barber shop in the town. Later, her family became independent from the collective and opened a private shop. As soon as I started working and was assigned to a middle school in this town, my hair began to be cut by her. At that time, she was still a cardamom girl with green hands and smooth texture, and looked at my youthful and furry head over and over again. She blushed and I held my breath. Later, she married a family named Mao in the county town of Maojia Nongzi and opened a "Jinchi" barber shop. After 65,438+00 years, I couldn't give her a haircut. I try one in the east and one in the west. Every time I get a haircut, my hair looks different and people are always different. As luck would have it, I was transferred to work in the county, lived in Maojiaxiang, stepped into her barber shop, and never changed hairdressers again. She is a devout religious person, with good craftsmanship and sweet mouth. After cutting her hair, she sent a blessing in Buddhist, paid the money and felt comfortable. In her barber shop, there is a bodhisattva in red silk. The first thing she does when she opens the door every day is to light a lamp and make a wish for the Bodhisattva. She insists on returning incense to Nanyue every year, no matter what the weather is like. Sitting in her barber chair, she must be talking about the benefits of Bodhisattva while having a haircut. She said that she touched the Bodhisattva and the Bodhisattva helped her a lot. The example given is an illegal thing: when family planning was strict, she secretly gave birth to a son and fostered him in a relative's house. The family planning department and her husband's unit did not find it and escaped punishment. She thought it was the result of bodhisattva's blessing. It was not until her husband died suddenly that I heard her criticize the Bodhisattva, but she said that she could make sense. Her husband left, her son came back, and the Bodhisattva still blessed her.
In fact, instead of a barber shop, she bought a house outside. This barber shop has many opportunities for renovation. Many people also advised her to decorate, but she insisted on not decorating. Some people say that she is waiting for the urban renewal and demolition. Is it? I don't know. She told me that the old place has good feng shui and is reluctant to renovate. She said, "The brand is cultivated for a long time. If it is interrupted, the pulse is broken. "
Small shops with unfavorable conditions have many repeat customers and are very popular. She's actually talking about her old customers.
two
Maojianongzi is a typical civilian living area. In such a civilian living area, you can meet some ordinary and interesting ordinary people. There is a man living a very leisurely life here. He should be about 50 years old, short, and live in Maojiaxiang for a long time, but his surname is not Mao. He seldom communicates with people who come and go, and they are all the same. It seems that people are dull and lonely, and they are very light, slow and dizzy. It can be seen that he does not associate with people, and his character is not maverick, neither arrogant nor impetuous. The building where he lives is a public rental house of the real estate bureau. Maybe the floor is not high, or maybe the room is too narrow. He mostly moved his living space to the street in the alley. Washing clothes in the alley, carrying a plastic bucket, sometimes sitting on a small stool, sometimes sitting on a brick, sometimes squatting, rubbing slowly, rubbing slowly, unhurriedly, everything he does is killing time; Eating in the alley, sitting on a small stool, a big bowl, about one or two dishes in the bowl, chewing slowly and swallowing carefully. At first, I basically only eat rice, and a few thicker dishes are always eaten last. After eating, I don't go back to the house immediately, but put chopsticks on the bowl and the bowl on the brick on the ground to enjoy the aftertaste. After entering the house for a while, I held an erhu in my hand, supported my elderly mother, and went out again. I asked my mother to sit on the Xiao Mu stool, sat down on the high bench, and slowly played the erhu. There are so many erhu tracks over and over again, but every capital is out of tune, and no one is pulled from beginning to end. Passers-by, accustomed to it, hurried by without looking, but were forced to let the erhu sound get into their ears. The melody should not stay in their ears for long, only the mother beside them is listening quietly. Maybe I didn't listen, because I couldn't tell from my mother's expression whether I was listening or not. Some familiar passers-by passed by and my mother greeted others. No passers-by greeted her, and she sat quietly with no expression.
I guess he played the erhu to amuse himself, and didn't ask the audience or even his mother to listen. Perhaps the idea in his bones, besides entertaining himself, is to spend lonely nights with his mother. He is filial to his mother, and I have seen him push her shopping in a wheelchair. Usually the weather is mild. After shopping and shopping, his mother fell asleep with her head tilted in her wheelchair, but he still had to push her to a predetermined distance.
It is said that he used to be a lively person, but after studying, his father seems to have been the principal. Later, due to family changes, business went bankrupt and lost his job, and his self-esteem was seriously hurt. He once wanted to rise again. A few years ago, I saw him pushing a pickup truck and selling snacks such as sour radish and moldy tofu. Everyone who has eaten it says it is clean and delicious. It's a pity that small businesses don't make money. Now, this small stall was abandoned by him at the stairs. People, more than dying in their hearts, lose the motivation to pursue life, but their hearts are calm. They seem to see through the world of mortals. They can't see him running for life, depressed, or complaining about life. Maybe they can make a living by chatting with their low-income mothers-eating simple meals, washing old clothes, erhu, flute, mother, sunshine at noon and wind and rain at night in hutong.
Once, I tried to get close to him. When the erhu sounded, I approached and praised him softly: "The music played today is nice." He paused for a moment, then smiled strangely. If you don't watch carefully, you will find this smile difficult, and then continue to play the tune out of tune. I stood beside him, deliberately listening quietly. Seeing that I was sincere, he finally raised his head and shifted his sitting position. People are all the same. As long as you are willing to approach him and respect him, he will also open his long-sealed heart. He said, "He just wants to play the erhu and live with his mother. Whether the music is good or not is his own feeling. " What a leisurely mood.
Human suffering is caused by desire. The stronger the desire, the deeper the pain. Congenital material conditions, acquired ability and hard work are the basic conditions for satisfying desires. If the above conditions are not met, the process of realizing desire will be very painful. If everyone has self-knowledge, control desires and lower life goals, pain will not disturb the soul, life will always be sunny, and everyone who gets along will be beautiful.
Active control of desire can be happiness, but I don't know if forced control is also happiness. I can't get into his inner world, and he won't tell me the answer. Maybe I'll never get the answer-I'm a slave to desire!
I prefer to believe that at the beginning of frustration, desire tortured him. Now, he has adjusted his desire, so he is carefree, comfortable and uncontroversial.
three
All the bad atmosphere in modern society, Mao Shi has been polluted, making them secular, noisy and noisy.
Entering Maojiaxiang from Jiefang Road in the south, there is a huge garbage collection box in the wide alley. You just don't understand why the relevant departments put trash cans here: congestion is only one aspect, cars are difficult, and sometimes people are difficult to pass; On the other hand, people who throw rubbish always don't throw it into the bucket, but leave it scattered by the bucket. Several garbage pickers scrambled around the trash can and occupied the originally spacious alley. The night owls who drank too much and knocked cards were in a hurry, so they excreted here. The beggar couldn't find the food he needed here, so he lit a fire in an angry place. Although they gave him a warm night and vented their dissatisfaction, the foul-smelling smoke floated up, poured into the poorly sealed old house and floated over the city.
This dustbin was once banned, but bad habits became natural, and there was no dustbin here. Even if the notice of prohibition was clearly posted and the new garbage collection point was informed, the residents' garbage was habitually discarded here, which was more messy and smelly than when there were garbage bins. Philosophically speaking, existence is reasonable, so is the existence of this bad habit reasonable? Passers-by, clutching their noses and cursing in their hearts, gave a negative answer. But no one dares to diagnose this thick blister in Maojiaxiang, and no one can diagnose it.
Entering Maojia agricultural materials from Yingchun Road in the north, in addition to a few butchers, shops and pharmacies, more are mahjong and brand halls. For the old people who live alone with their grandchildren, their grandchildren spend their free time at school together and touch a few hands to pass the lonely time. Young people who have nothing to do also regard this place as a pastime to escape their parents' nagging. For a moment, I neglected to go home on time to do housework, which led to grandchildren not eating on time. The son and daughter-in-law stood at the door of the card hall, scolding their elderly parents. If you indulge in this and don't be gentle with your lover, the other person will be entangled here; Wandering teenagers who don't go home all day, their parents drag them home and correct their ears, but their habits don't change. There are people here all day long, and there are a lot of troubles all day long.
Recently, the government has stepped up efforts to rectify illegal entertainment venues, and the card hall with obvious signs has been shut down.
The government's proper management behavior has attracted a lot of criticism, and many people complain that the government has cancelled their only entertainment project.
Rationally speaking, complaining is unreasonable. Mahjong and other cards, from the original intention of invention, are an entertainment tool, but this entertainment tool has long been alienated into a tool and evolved into a social bad habit, which corrupts and degenerates people.