In Wagou Town, Zhang Yu'er is considered a big household. Not counting the short-term workers hired during the busy farming season every year, he employs four long-term workers just for farm work. His family also runs a brick factory, and they used cans to bake bricks.

The kiln produced blue bricks, which was far smaller than the current Lun Kiln, but it was the only one in Wagou Town. There were no modern means of transportation at that time, and donkeys had to be used to transport coal from the coal mines, so firewood was generally used to bake bricks.

, only a small amount of media was used in the Chuo kiln (a professional term for bricks that are burned intensively for a period of time before they are cooked, commonly known as the Chuo kiln). One kiln of bricks and ten acres of land showed that the profits of burning bricks back then were quite high.

Qingtou's father is a brick-burner. As long as he can remember, Qingtou and his father have been playing in the brick factory. His father buried sweet potatoes and potatoes in the hot ashes and dug them out in a while. The smell was delicious. He shouted what he did.

Qingtou was named Qingtou by his father. In those days, blue bricks were also called green bricks, and red bricks could not be sold. This meant that bricks cannot be burned red.

Zhang Yuer's little girl was born to his younger wife. She has been wild and wild like a boy since she was a child. Her maiden name is Zhang Feng. Perhaps because of her bluster, she was nicknamed "Stinging Donkey Bee" by her companions.

Qingtou often plays with the Sting Donkey Wasp, and they are childhood sweethearts. Sometimes, Qingtou will ignore what Zhang Yu'er's family is eating and climb on the table. Like the host's children, his mouth will be oily after eating.

Yu'er never minded, because Zhang Yu'er knew that Qingtou's father was the God of Wealth of Zhang Yu'er's family. Brick-burning was a very technical way of life, and the heat had to be controlled just right, so that it could neither turn red nor burn it red.

When firing iron-tipped bricks, you should not make the bricks half-cooked. There is also something special about worshiping the God of Fire before lighting the kiln. The kiln handles are stripped naked, only wearing a pair of large underpants, and the whole body is smeared like impermanence. Turn left and right around the brick kiln three times.

Turn it three times, then put the torch on your head, look at the mouth of the fire, and put it in. The six large chimneys began to smoke, and the thick green smoke rushed straight into the sky, and merged with the white clouds in the sky to form a gorgeous picture.

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Qingtou has loved to ponder since he was a child. He twisted the horse's tail into thin ropes and tied them into loops. He tied the loops to a grass rope twisted from elm strips and buried them in the dense grass. Pigeons were often there.

Or pheasants fly in for food and get caught in those rings. Dad takes a basin of boiling water and removes the feathers of the wild birds, then covers the wild birds with mud, puts them in the fire and grills them, and eats the cooked wild birds.

Crispy and fragrant! Stinging Donkey Bee put her fingers in her mouth and stared blankly at the wild birds in the stove, waiting for the moment when the wild birds came out of the oven. The father gave the two chicken thighs to the two children, and put the chicken heads and

Keep the chicken neck for yourself.

In an instant, the wind blows and the grass grows. The long gown my mother made last year cannot cover my belly button this year. Qingtou became his father's helper and learned how to bake bricks. In fact, brick baking is also a good business. Every year, Zhang Yuer

I gave my father a lot of silver coins. Guo Ziyi was considered the richest man in Guoyu Village, and my father was Qingtou. Every year, my father used donkeys to carry some green bricks to Guoyu Village. He planned to save enough and build a courtyard house for his son.

The days passed by inadvertently, and the Stinging Donkey Bee also grew up, no longer wild with the boys, and even rarely came to the brick factory. The downy hair of childhood faded away, the neck became white, and the two hairs became thick and thick.

The long braid swung back and forth behind her buttocks, her two high breasts held up her thin clothes, her eyes always showed some kind of uncertainty, and the flush on her cheeks faded away, turning into boiled egg whites.

Xianliang, after autumn, Zhang Yu'er hired her husband's family for her daughter. The man was a wealthy man from a neighboring county, and he seemed to be marrying a third wife. I heard that the betrothal gift was an ox cart, and the wedding was scheduled before the Spring Festival.

Qingtou felt strangely in his heart, feeling a little lost, but he didn't have any wrong thoughts, because he knew that Zhang Yu'er would not marry his daughter to him because he was well-matched. Sometimes, his father would go home on purpose for three or two days,

Let Qingtou think about the heat of burning bricks in detail. There are some skills that cannot be taught, so he relies on his own telepathy. The key to burning bricks is to master the heat. In his father's words: you must learn to talk to the God of Fire.

The green mountains have shed their green uniforms, exposing their tawny backbones. A group of wild geese are flying south, and you can hear the roar of the mountain wind passing over the ridge. Qingtou takes off the down of the pheasant he just caught, and imitates his father, using

The mud is thick, put into the fire and grilled, the kiln is filled with a strong aroma of meat, and I can't get rid of the expectant look in my heart when I put my fingers in my mouth... I can't get enough of it...

The wedding day is getting closer and closer, and there is another innocent girl missing in this world.

Winter is the peak season for brick-burning. It is necessary to burn all the bricks accumulated during the hot weather to make room for making bricks in the coming year. Dad has gone home and will probably come back when the kiln is choked. Qingtou stayed in the brick-burning kiln and was bored.

After leaving the kiln, I strolled up to the top of the kiln. The winter sun was no longer as hot as summer, and it looked old. The green smoke from the chimney was blown by the mountain wind and fell to the ground. The leaves had fallen and the dry branches were stretched out.

Looking to the sky, as if he wanted to tell something. Qingtou stood on the top of the kiln, looking far into the distance, seeing a thin layer of mist covering the low tile houses in Nawagou Town, and his thoughts were like a wild horse running wild.

Unable to bind.

The person who walked up was a graceful lady. Judging from the way she walked, Qingtou could tell that she was Zhang Feng. Stinging Donkey Bee didn’t see the Qingtou on the top of the kiln, so she walked straight into the kiln. The Qingtou was on the top of the kiln.

He stood there, undecided whether he should go down or not. Before he left, his father once warned Qingtou that Zhang Yuer's house was very chaotic these days, so don't go to Zhang Yuer's house again unless you have something to do. His father looked at Qingtou with a meaningful look.

Qingtou knew that his father was hinting to him not to have unrealistic ideas about Zhang Feng...

Qingtou squatted down on the roof of the kiln, holding back the uncontrollable desire. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but he didn't dare. Zhang Yu'er was good to them and his son, so he couldn't lose his well-paid job because of it. Maybe they both liked each other.

I have a good impression, but no one has pierced this layer of window paper. Let the past be in the past. Life must start from scratch, and we cannot add wedges to people's peaceful days.

The sun wiped out its last remaining light, and the sky became dim. Qingtou was waiting on the roof of the kiln, waiting for the stinging wasp to leave. Wisps of cooking smoke emerged from the low tile roofs in Wagou Town, faintly

Hearing someone's child crying, Qingtou couldn't bear it anymore and slowly walked down from the top of the kiln. With the light of the fire coming from the furnace mouth, he saw the stinging donkey wasp sitting on a door panel.

On the bed, crying.

As if a glacier was thawing, Qingtou heard the sound of water flowing in his chest. Sometimes, people's behavior is not controlled by the brain, but depends entirely on an instinctive impulse. Qingtou hardly thought about it. Maybe he didn't think about anything at all.

It was an extremely natural combination, like a melon ripening and falling out, a seed bursting out of the ground. No one could figure out who took the initiative first. Anyway, the two thirsty bodies hugged each other tightly, and the magnetic fields generated between them were strong.

Attracting each other to each other, Qingtou stuck out his tongue to lick the tears on the cheeks of the Stinged Donkey Wasp. He felt that his middle and lower body were swelling in time, and his pants naturally slipped down. They both fell on the bed made of door panels. The bed was overwhelmed and made a collapse sound.

There was a crisp sound, and the two of them rolled towards the firewood pile next to them. The jujube thorns on the firewood dug into the buttocks of the Stinging Donkey Bee. The Stinging Donkey Bee couldn't feel the pain. The impulse generated in her heart made her go crazy. It was a kind of

With willing dedication, the two parties in love have been waiting for a thousand years! Giving and taking blend together, and everything around them ceases to exist.

Zhang Luer appeared at the door of the brick kiln with a lantern, and saw two mandarin ducks rolling in the firewood pile. He did not stop him immediately, but waited quietly for the two to finish the work. It felt like this was a kind of balance. His daughter

He was about to marry a fifty-year-old Hou Laozi, and he seemed a little unwilling. Zhang Luer waited for a moment, coughed, and saw the two children separated in fear, and then walked into the kiln. He did not blame Qingtou, but just said to his daughter

Said: "Feng'er, let's go home."

Zhang Luer's wedding ceremony went on as scheduled, and Father Qingtou prepared a generous gift. The air was filled with a strong aroma of wine, and even the dogs in the village were drunk. The suona playing to welcome the bride gradually faded away.

, Qingtou’s father returned to the brick kiln after drinking, but his son Qingtou was missing.

The old man didn't think much about it. Maybe his son didn't want to face that kind of scene and returned to Guo Yucun. In fact, everyone has been here since he was young, so he can understand his son's loss and despair. Now, the drama has finally come to an end.

Father Qingtou felt relaxed and relieved. He was thinking, let's get his son married as soon as possible. Maybe next year, his grandson will cry on the kang... Life is like this, passing on the family line from generation to generation, with fireworks continuing from generation to generation, with regrets and

Tears, and at the same time enjoying the joy of harvest.

That is not human instinct. The gods hidden in the consciousness control Qingtou's actions. As the firecrackers of the sedan chair go off, Qingtou just silently follows the procession of sending off the bride. The two parties who are welcoming and sending off the bride do not know each other. Who knows?

I don’t know which party Qingtou belongs to. In the neighboring county town, a large courtyard of a deep house was decorated with lights and colorful decorations. Onlookers filled two rows of the street. The moment the groom dressed in red and flowers opened the sedan curtain, Qingtou

Qingtou saw that the groom was like the grandpa who stung a donkey and wasp... People were coming and going inside and outside the gate, and a high tent for banquets was set up in the yard. Qingtou sat in the high tent and watched the dishes being served on the table.

, no one thought of Qingtou. In fact, there were many guests in the high shed who did not know each other. Qingtou had no thought and purpose, and did not know why he was sitting here. He followed the guests and picked up the chopsticks, feeling that

Each dish tasted bitter. After the banquet was over, Qingtou was a little confused, and suddenly realized that he was no longer the same person.

The deacon who arranged the accommodation thought that Qingtou was a guest from afar, so he arranged accommodation for Qingtou. The stars in the sky were the same as those in his hometown, and the crescent moon made him feel sad. He felt itchy and uncomfortable all over his body.

Is it possible to live with the stinging wasp in your arms now? Maybe the stinging wasp refused to obey, which made the monkey man unable to do it... Why do you want to do so many stupid things? Qingtou suddenly felt that his behavior was really ridiculous. No matter what happens tomorrow morning

I was about to leave, and the lover in my dream had become someone else's bride. In my haziness, I suddenly saw countless fire snakes flying all over the sky, and fire snakes whirling into the air. I heard an exclamation next to my ears: It's on fire, come and put out the fire.

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Qingtou got dressed and saw people bumping into his employer's mansion. The century-old house was in flames, and some people were crying for their fathers and mothers in the flames. Qingtou's goal suddenly became very clear. I must rescue Stinging Donkey Bee no matter what!

It was a coincidence, but it was actually fate. With a flash of fire, the bride in red rushed out of the sea of ​​fire. Qingtou almost didn't think about it, picked up the bride and ran away... The soldiers stationed outside the city saw the fire in the city, opened the city gate and rushed out.

After coming in, Qingtou carried Stinging Donkey Bee on his back and sneaked out of the city. Without any delay, he ran back to Guoyu Village along the rugged mountain road.

Later, according to Qingtou's daughter-in-law Sting Donkey Bee's recollection, Monkey Laozi couldn't wait to sleep with Sting Donkey Bee in the same bed that night, but Monkey Bee refused to yield. He sat on the chair in front of the table and refused to get on the kang. Monkey Laozi opened his arms.

He stepped forward to hug the bride, but the stinging donkey and the bee dodged for a moment. The monkey man jumped into the air and knocked down the red candle on the table. The tearful red candle burned the reeds used as partitions, and the dry reeds instantly caught fire.

, the flames rushed up to the roof, and the rotten rafters and purlins were ignited by the fire...

Qingtou's father arranged all his property and came to Zhang Yu'er's house, intending to propose marriage for his son. Zhang Yu'er already knew the whole story and said to Qingtou's father: "I recognize Qingtou as my son-in-law. You can tell me when you get home."

Feng'er, she shouldn't leave Guoyu Village or go home within a year or two. The matter is far from over. There are people from that family, looking for the lost bride everywhere."

Zhang Yuer's brick kiln produced a kiln of red bricks like never before.
Chapter completed!