Chapter 1 Village ("")

This is a very ordinary village. It is located in the Weibei Plain of Guanzhong in the north, adjacent to the Loess Plateau. It is so ordinary that you can’t find the name of this village on Baidu Map. The loess of Qinchuan is flying for 800 miles, and 30 million people roar together. Qin Opera, but the village is a big place with no shit, that is, big things can be spread from the mouth of the widow at the head of the village to the ears of the cripple at the end of the village in a few minutes... Like all rural areas, this place used to be It is full of poverty and backwardness. It is only in these years, under the wise leadership of the country and after the reform and opening up, that the countryside has begun to take on a new look. Many farmers have also built houses, and even bought cars, and their children have also Education, and even more promising, everything is going in a virtuous circle, and the lives of farmers are getting better.

There is an earthen city wall to the south of the village. It is said that the village used to be a stockade for garrisoning troops. A fierce battle was fought here during the liberation period. There are many unknown corpses under the earthen city wall, but now only a few ruins of the city wall are left. During the Cultural Revolution, leftist ideology was particularly serious, so the city wall was pushed down by the radical leftists. It was a pity.

The village has its own legend, and it can be said that there have been some amazing figures in the past. It is said that there once was a hero here, who is also the biggest pride of the village. He was the one who launched the "Double Ten" that shocked China and the world during the war of resistance against Japan. General Yang Hucheng, the famous patriotic general of the Xi'an Incident, the boss of the Northwest Army, is a legend in the village and the greatest pride of everyone in the village.

If someone asks someone in the village where you are from?

Then these simple and tough old men will raise their heads that have been weighed down by time, straighten their backs that are already a little weak, and then reveal their bodies that have long been polluted by the extremely high water content. With big yellow teeth, he said with the authentic Shaanxi Guanzhong accent, "Man, Yang Hucheng and I are from the same village."

It was as if after saying these words, he was a bit higher than others, with his chest and head held high like a victorious rooster, so proud. This could be regarded as a bit of vanity at work, and he looked a bit arrogant in his bones. , it’s just different.

The old people in the village talk about Yang Hucheng in detail, which is more detailed than what is written in history books. Whenever the sun sets and the day is coming to an end, the old people in the village carry them The small bench sat under the old locust tree at the head of the village that even a few adults could not surround. He took the dry tobacco grown at home, rolled one for himself with his slightly trembling hands, and picked up the five cents. They lit a box of matches tremblingly, took a deep breath, and puffed out a smoke ring comfortably, as if they were more comfortable than being gods at this moment.

Then these old people started the same routine every afternoon. When the children in the village saw these old people gathered together, they quickly put down their fights and quickly gathered around the old people, sitting on the ground without fear. The dust got on the clothes I had just changed, and my parents scolded me after I returned home.

But at this time, how can the children care about these things? They only know that the stories told by the old men who are fighting for their lives are very nice, and they are better than the terrible stories told by the teachers in school about Snow White and the Seven Little Children. The stories of the dwarves are much better. Anyway, I don’t know what a princess is, what a prince is, and whether it can be used as food. I think Yang Huwa is more awesome in the words of the old men. After listening to it, I will know again when I go to school. Become a source of pride for yourself and your classmates.

The old people were sitting upright, as if this matter was very serious at this time. The setting sun happened to shine on the old people's faces that had been eroded by time. The ravines, like the thousands of vertical ravines on the Loess Plateau, were everywhere.

It is a combination of history and stories, which matches the sunset.

"Yang Hucheng's nickname was Huwa. When he was a child, his family was poor, so he worked for others in the mutton steamed bun shop in our town. Later, he couldn't stand the bully in the town who was bullying the market, so he took a handful from the shop.

With a kitchen knife, he killed the bully on the street. After that, he joined the gang and became a bandit leader. Later, he fought with the Qing government and finally joined the Kuomintang..." Old people, you use the most authentic words in every sentence.

The Guanzhong dialect of Taoism tells the story of that legendary figure. During this period, scandals and anecdotes about Huwa's childhood were endless and very lively.

Sometimes if two people know different things, they will argue with each other until they get red in the face and pant, just like that ignorant child. No wonder others say, "Old child, old child, old child, old child, old child, old child, old child, old child, old child, old child, old child", and end up smiling.

Smoking is okay.

While the old people were talking lively, the children sitting around shouted "Master Li is here, Master Li is here"

In the Guanzhong area, Laoye means grandfather, that is, grandpa's father. Obviously, Mr. Li has a high seniority in the village and must be high in age.

Some even ran over and asked for sweets from the Mr. Li they were talking about. It seemed that Mr. Li’s status in their hearts was to give them sweets, but children were just children. If they had something to eat, they would be happy and worry-free.

No worries.

The old people sitting under the tree would stand up quickly when they heard the children's shouts, as if to greet the distinguished guests. They were all very dignified. They patted the dirt on their buttocks and wondered if there was any dirt.

When the Mr. Li in the children's mouth came under the old locust tree, which was older than anyone in the village, several old men rushed to give up their seats to Mr. Li, saying politely, "Old man.

"Brother, you sit down, you sit down", as if whoever this Mr. Li sits in will be honored a lot.

The old man just opened his toothless mouth and smiled lightly at everyone. Every wrinkle on his forehead had a long history. He didn't deliberately shirk it, and casually found a seat and sat down.

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The old man wears a knotted Tang suit short shirt, ordinary black cloth trousers, and more ordinary but down-to-earth old cloth shoes. They are not the kind of cloth shoes sold in old Beijing outside, but are made by rural people themselves, with better quality and comfort.

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The old man's body was hunched over, and he already looked as skinny as a stick, but the glints in his eyes were something only foxes who had grown up in age would know... The old man found a seat and sat down.

Ignoring the other old men around him, he just leaned on crutches and looked at the sunset that was almost setting. His eyes were like a whirlpool, so that no one dared to look directly at them. From time to time, he walked towards the alley, as if waiting.
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