Feng bangzi crooked mouth, playing in the middle of the night, playing night after night. Winter is a little better, but summer is even worse.
The window of the mill faces my backyard. On the wall around my backyard, there are plants that can climb vines, such as pumpkins, zucchini or cucumbers. The pumpkin climbed up the wall and blossomed on it. Some of them climbed over the high wall and came to the street, where they opened a yellow flower.
As a result, the windows of the kitchen are covered with cucumbers that can climb vines. The small vines of cucumber are as thin as silver. When the sun rises, the slender vines shine brightly. The tip of the vine is as clean as silk painted by yellow wax, and countless such silk sticks out from a cucumber seedling. The spires of vines turn around and curl back and forth, as if to say that although they are brave, trees, weeds, walls and windows, they climb everywhere, but in the end they are also afraid.
As soon as the sun comes out, those deserted vines at night turn into warmth. So they developed faster, as if watching the vines grow and running forward. Because the cucumber seedlings planted under the window root of the mill climbed up the window sill one day, climbed up the window sill two days and blossomed on the window sill the third day.
A few days later, by accident, the cucumber stalk passed through the window of the mill and climbed onto the roof.
Later, as if greeting each other, cucumber seedlings swarmed all over the mill window.
From then on, the mill in that mill never saw the sun again. There is a window in the mill, but now it is covered with cucumbers. Since then, the darkness in the mill, inside and outside the garden, has been divided into two worlds.
Feng cocked his mouth and was assigned to the vegetable garden outside.
But from the outside, the window is really beautiful, blooming and bearing fruit. The window is full of cucumbers.
There is also a pumpkin seedling, which also climbed to the roof along the window of the mill and formed a big pumpkin on the eaves. It seems that the pumpkin didn't grow from the seedling, but it seems that it was moved to sit on that tile and bask in the sun. It's really beautiful.
In summer, when I was playing in the backyard, Feng crooked mouth called me, and he asked me for cucumber.
I picked some cucumbers and handed them out through the window. The window was tightly closed by cucumber seedlings. Feng cocked his mouth and pushed open the window full of leaves with his hand. He reached out through a small crack and took the cucumber in.
Sometimes, he stops hitting his stick. He asked me, how old is the cucumber? Are tomatoes red? He and the back garden are separated by a window, which seems to be far away.
When he was in the garden, he talked with his grandfather. He said that Xiao Lv, who pulled the mill, had a broken hoof and was limping. Grandpa said to show it to the vet. Feng cocked his mouth and said, it's not good to see it. Grandfather asked the donkey what medicine he had taken. Feng cocked his mouth and said that it was cucumber seeds mixed with sorghum vinegar.
Feng crooked mouth is outside the window, grandpa is outside the window, grandpa can't see Feng crooked mouth, Feng crooked mouth can't see grandpa.
Sometimes, grandpa left and went back to the house, leaving me to play under the wall of the mill. I heard Feng crooked mouth and said, "Grandpa didn't go to the countryside to see it this year!"
Sometimes when I hear this, I deliberately keep silent and listen to what he says next.
Sometimes, I feel ridiculous in my heart and I can't help it. I jumped up and knocked on the window with my hand. I laughed so hard that I knocked off all the cucumbers hanging on the window. Then I ran into the house and told my grandfather about it. Grandpa, like me, couldn't stop laughing and his eyes were in tears. But always say, don't laugh, don't laugh, see if he listens. Sometimes my grandfather laughs when he closes the back door. Grandpa is afraid that Feng will hear it. I'm sorry
But the old chef is not. Sometimes I talk to Feng with a crooked mouth and deliberately slip away in the middle. Because Feng's crooked mouth couldn't see him leave through the window covered with cucumber seedlings, he made a long speech himself, and then he deliberately got no response.
The old cook went to the backyard to pick eggplant with a basket. Talk to Feng with a crooked mouth while picking. Just in the middle of eating, the old cook crept away with a basket and went back to the house to cook.
At this time, Feng cocked his mouth and said loudly in the mill, "There are circus runners in the West Garden. I haven't had time to see them yet. Have you seen them? " Lao Wang. "
As a matter of fact, there is no one in the back garden. Dragonflies and butterflies fly at will. Feng's crooked words fell into the garden and disappeared.
Smoke and fire have decreased.
When he found that Lao Wang was no longer in the garden, he began to beat again and watched Xiao Lv pull the mill.
The second Boyi talked to Feng Qiao, but he never slipped away. He asked whether the roof of the factory leaked seriously in rainy days. Are there many mice in the mill?
Feng crooked mouth also asked, is there much rain in the back garden this year? Eggplant and cloud beans are going to stop, right?
When they finished talking, one of them called Feng Biaozi to come for a walk in the back garden, and Feng Biaozi asked the other to sit in the mill.
"Come for a walk in the garden when you are free."
"Come to the mill when you are free."
A second uncle said goodbye and came out of the garden. Feng cocked his mouth and still tried to hit his bangzi.
In autumn, the leaves of the big elm tree turn yellow, the green grass on the wall dries up, and the garden becomes desolate day by day.
At this time, the window of Feng's crooked mouth was also exposed. Because those tangled cucumber seedlings also withered, abandoned the window lattice and fell off.
So standing in the back garden, you can see Feng's crooked mouth, and you can see the window grinding in. Xiao Lv pricked up her ears and wore an eye patch. After three or five steps, he rang his nose. Every time he lifts his feet, his hind legs are a little lame. Every time he stops, Xiao Lv stands on three legs.
Feng crooked mouth said that one leg was broken.
The cucumber seedlings on this window have dried up, and Feng's crooked mouth can be seen in the mill every day.
Feng crooked mouth drank, Feng crooked mouth slept, and Feng crooked mouth hit. Feng crooked mouth played, Feng crooked mouth sang a song book, and Feng crooked mouth shook the windmill. As long as you scrape that windowsill, you can see everything.
In autumn, fresh glutinous rice comes down, Feng Waizui grinds once every three days and sticks cakes once every two days. Yellow rice sticky cake, sprinkle beans. A layer of yellow, a layer of red, yellow golden yellow, red red.
One with three coppers, one with two coppers, cut and sold with a knife. Those who are willing to add brown sugar have brown sugar, and those who are willing to add white sugar have white sugar. There is no extra charge for sugar.
Feng crooked his mouth and pushed a unicycle along the street, followed by a large group of children, some paid for it, and some looked around.
Grandpa likes this kind of sticky cake best, so does mom. I like it better. Mom sometimes lets the old chef buy it, and sometimes she lets me buy it.
However, there are many purchases. A person can only eat a piece as big as the palm of his hand and is not allowed to eat too much. If he eats too much, he is afraid that he can't digest it.
Grandpa said enough is enough while eating, which means he is afraid that I will eat more. Mom said enough after eating, which means she is afraid that I will buy more. Actually, I really don't think it's enough I don't think two more dollars is enough!
However, after listening to what others have said, I have no choice and am embarrassed to shout again, but I really haven't had enough.
When I was playing outside, Feng crooked mouth pushing a wheelbarrow always cut a piece from that big sticky cake for me, so I accepted it.
When I was playing in the yard, Feng cocked his mouth and shouted "sticky cake" and "sticky cake" and passed by the big wall, so I climbed up the wall.
Because there was a gap in the earth wall in the southwest corner, I looked out from the gap. Sure enough, Feng crooked mouth pushed the unicycle with sticky cakes from far to near. When he came to me, he asked, "Do you want one?"
And I don't say eat, also don't say don't eat. But I didn't come down from the wall either. I just stayed there as if nothing had happened.
Feng stopped the car with a crooked mouth, so he cut a sticky cake and sent it up.
In winter, Feng Waizuizi goes out to sell a pot of sticky cakes almost every day.
When making this sticky cake, you need a big pot with boiling water burning inside and a bamboo curtain sitting on it. Sprinkle crushed yellow rice flour on this bamboo curtain, sprinkle a layer of powder and a layer of beans. Feng's crooked mouth was scattered in the mill, making the room steaming. When I went in to buy sticky cakes, I just opened the door and heard matches crackling in the room, but there was no one in sight.
When I buy sticky cakes, I always go early. I'll wait over there until it's hot.
There is so much steam in the room that no one can see it. Every time I open the door. I said, "I'm coming."
Feng crooked his mouth and heard my voice, saying, "This way, this way."
two
Once my mother asked me to buy sticky cakes, and I went a little late. The sticky cake is out of the pot.
I bought it in a hurry and found it when I got home. It's not right. My mother asked me to buy something with sugar, and I bought something with brown sugar. I didn't pay attention at that time, and I didn't know I was wrong until I got home.
Wrong, I ran back to correct it. Feng crooked his mouth and cut a few more pieces, sprinkling sugar on them.
I was about to take away the sticky cake when I was holding it. Turning around, I saw a curtain hanging on the small kang where Feng crooked his mouth.
I wonder what this is for. I ran to have a look.
I stretched out my hand and lifted the curtain. I looked inside, ah! There is a child in it!
I turned and ran home. When I got home, I told my grandfather that there was a woman with a crooked mouth sleeping there and a child under her bed. The child is still showing his little head, and his head is still red!
Grandpa felt puzzled after listening for a while and said, let me eat sticky cakes quickly. It'll get cold in a minute and it's not delicious.
But where can I eat? I think it's really funny. There is not only Lu but also a child in the mill.
I didn't eat sticky cakes this morning, so I put on my fur hat and went to see it again.
This time, Feng's mouth was not in the house. I don't know where he went. The sticky cake was probably not sold, and the car pushing the sticky cake was still thrown next to the millstone.
As soon as I opened the door and went in, the wind blew away the curtains covered with white cloth. The woman still lay motionless and the child didn't cry. I looked around the room and found that the edge of the room had not changed, except for a brass basin on the grinding table, in which a little rag was soaked. The water in the basin has been frozen, and the rest has not changed.
In winter, Xiao Lv lived in the mill, and Xiao Lv stood there as usual, still blindfolded as usual. The mill's remaining windmills, lockers and millstones remained there as usual, and even the mice under the wall came out and ran around as usual, chattering as they ran.
I looked at it for a while and couldn't see why. I feel bored. Just as I was about to turn around and come out, I found a clay pot, which was as cold as a small iceberg on the edge of a kang. Then I remembered that the room was very cold, and I immediately felt that I was going to shudder. It was so cold that I couldn't stand it. I looked carefully, and there was a big hole in the window leading to the backyard, and the roof of the tile house also showed the blue sky.
I opened the door and ran away. As soon as I got home, the stove at home burned red, and as soon as I entered the door, my face burned.
I was just about to ask my grandfather whose child is in that mill. At this moment, Feng came from outside with a crooked mouth.
Wearing his four-eared hat, he smiled before speaking. At first glance, it is Feng's crooked mouth.
He entered the room and sat in the plush chair next to his grandfather, which was padded with thick red serge.
Feng sat there with a crooked mouth as if he had something to say. My right hand kept rubbing the chair cushion, and my left hand kept pulling my left ear. He smiled before he spoke, and smiled several times without saying anything.
Our stove is so hot that his face turns red. He said, "Sir, I have something to do. ……"
Grandfather asked him what had happened.
Feng cocked his mouth and sat in the plush chair. He took off his dogskin hat and played with it in his hand. He smiled before he spoke, and it was a long time before he said, "I'm back."
Feng said, tears welled up in his crooked eyes. He said, "Please help this old man. Now they are in the mill! They have no place to live. "
As soon as I heard it, I grabbed it and said to my grandfather, "Grandpa, it's cold in the mill!" " The pottery jar on the edge of the kang was frozen and cracked. "
Grandpa pushed me aside as if thinking. I said, "There is still a child sleeping on the kang!" "
Grandfather promised him to move to a house with grass at the south end of the mill for a while.
Hearing this, Feng Guaizi quickly stood up and said, "Thank you, thank you."
As he spoke, tears came again, then he put on a dog skin hat and left in tears.
As soon as Feng walked out of the house with a crooked mouth, my grandfather turned to me and said, "You child, you don't talk much in front of people."
I was only six or seven years old at that time, and I don't know what this means. I asked my grandfather, "Why didn't you say something? Why don't you say something? "
Grandfather said, "Can't you see that Feng's crooked mouth is about to cry?" Feng also embarrassed crooked mouth. "
I feel embarrassed. I don't understand.
three
At noon, there was a quarrel in Feng Waizuizi's mill.
Feng stood silently beside the millstone with a crooked mouth, and his shopkeeper was cursing before his eyes with a pipe. The shopkeeper's wife beat the windmill while cursing. She said, "This breaks the feng shui. My mill is where your dirty wild wife lives! "
"Is the dragon and white tiger also something that women can rush?"
"Feng crooked mouth, from now on I don't get rich, I will get even with you; What are you? Are you still a person? If you don't have a face, you can get the wild wife into a big face and get her eyelids ... Get out of here ... "
Feng crooked his mouth and said, "If I ask them to move, they will move ..."
The shopkeeper's wife said, "Tell them to move out. I don't know what they are. I told you to fuck off. You wasted a lot of people. ...
As she spoke, she looked at the kang and said, "Alas! Your wild wife also made noodle pockets! Get it off me. I said Feng's mouth was crooked, but you spoiled me. You ruined my life. "
The newborn baby sleeps in a noodle bag, covered with four or five pieces, and has a thick skin.
The shopkeeper's wife shouted, "Take it off for me, take it off for me!" " "
Feng cocked his mouth and took off his pocket. He immediately showed the little red hand to the child, and the little hand shook again and again. After a few shakes, he began to cry.
When the child cries, his mouth spits out white breath.
The shopkeeper's wife took the noodle bag in her hand and said, "I'm freezing to death." Please act quickly. I don't have time to argue with you ... "
He opened the door, shrank his shoulders and ran back to the house.
Our boss, Feng Waizuizi's boss, invited his grandfather to the upstairs room for tea.
We sat on the kang in the building, baking a charcoal fire basin, and heard the crying of the children in the mill.
Grandpa asked me if my hands were warm. I said it was not warm, and my grandfather said, "It's warm, let's go home."
Coming out of the manned house in Wang Si, I also said that I would go to the mill to have a look. Grandpa said, nothing. Go home and warm up and watch.
There is no thermometer in the mill, but there is one at home. I asked my grandfather, "Grandpa, what do you think is the temperature of the mill?"
Grandpa said it was below zero.
I asked, "How many degrees below zero?"
Grandpa said, "How can I know without a thermometer!" "
I said, "How many degrees below zero?"
Grandpa looked at the sky and said, "It's seven or eight degrees below zero."
I was happy, and I said, "Oh, it's so cold! Isn't that the same as the outdoor temperature? "