There was no snow last winter, and even if it snowed, it was light snow that was not covered by the feet. After spring, there was no rain yet, which caused the spring plowing this year to be much later than last year.

In the past two years, many wells have been drilled in the fields of each village. This is a policy for farmers that is allocated by the state, and is specially used for special purposes. It is specially introduced to solve the problem of rural irrigation difficulties. This policy has made the people really profitable. At least they do not have to worry about using water cabinets from home like in previous years, and truckloads of water to water the fields.

Early in the morning that day, Wang Yong was pulled out of the quilt by his godmother. He was confused and did not brush his teeth and wash his face. After breakfast, his godmother ordered him to go to the county farmers' market to buy some meat, fish and shrimps. Yuanyuan, the daughter-in-law, was coming. After having a wife, she forgot her son, ignored Wang Yong's protest and directly bombarded him out of the house after dinner.

There is always endless wind in spring. There is a local saying that the wind blows for a day when the door opens, and the rain falls for a night when the door is closed. This means that if the wind blows at first dawn, then the wind will blow for at least one day; if it starts to rain when the day is dark, then the rain will take at least one night.

Today, the door-opening wind was blowing. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, and the whistling wind had already roared for a long time. A burst of strong winds, with a gushing whistling sound, hung up the dust in the sky, making people have to cover their eyes at any time to prevent sand from blowing into their eyes. The wind made the trees fall and tilt, and people were worried that the bent tree would suddenly break in the next moment.

The willow catkins in the sky also took advantage of the strong wind, and the whole sky was covered with whiteness and dust. Even the sun was covered with the light of the past and hid and avoided it.

In the fields not far away, beside the ditches and under the woods, the village was looking for the willow catkins that gathered together, and then took out a lighter with a wicked smile, and slowly approached the pile of catkins like cotton. At this time, there must be no big moves, because these catkins are too light. As long as they bring a little wind, they will float to the sky, fly all over the sky, and escape in scattered.

When the lighter's flame touched these catkins, the piles of white catkins as white as snow burned rapidly like a pile of gunpowder. Suddenly, a large area of ​​catkins were all lit.

However, the burning time of willow catkins is extremely fast and very short, and the fire is extinguished at a faster speed as soon as it rises. However, in just a few seconds, even a few seconds, the violent flames most of the children who ignite the fire will be frightened.

These naughty children looked unconvinced and headed straight to the next gathering point of catkins, amid the ridicule of their companions, and insisted on letting their friends underestimate them. They just didn't pay attention for a while, and they were not timid.

Wang Yong looked at the naughty children in the village who were happy to play, and a smile appeared on his lips. I remember that when he was a child, it was also this time, and he and Dawei were playing with willow catkins in his yard.

There were originally two cypress trees four or five meters high at the door of his house. They were very beautiful. From the root to the top, they stood upright at the gate like a standard cone. They were like two door gods protecting their homes. They stood there day and night every year, letting the wind and rain and the scorching sun be exposed.

Let’s talk about the topic. Wang Yong always thought it was a pine tree for the two cypress trees in his family, but later his father said it was a cypress. The difference is that the needle-shaped leaves of the cypress (some cypress leaves are really needle-shaped, and friends who are interested can look for it themselves) are very short, and the pine needles of the pine tree are much longer than it. Wang Yong is still half-believing about this answer today, but the local saying of distinguishing between pine trees and cypress trees has always been like this.

Back to the point, the weather was particularly good that day. It was clear for several days, and there was no wind. Both brothers prepared the lighter and allocated each person and a tree, so they set off fire and prepared to light the fire.

When the two of them extended the fire-fired lighter to the thick pile of catkins piled up because of the leaves and branches, Wang Yong's lighter was blown out by a sudden breeze.

Dawei laughed strangely and teased his little friend, proudly lit the pile of catkins under his tree with the lighter in his hand. But the tragedy happened. Before the guy could get up and continue to show off to Wang Yong, the flames ignited by the catkins suddenly burned the entire cypress tree.

Then, Wang Yong threw down Dawei, who was in a daze, and fled the crime scene alone. When Dawei's family in the house ran out to put out the fire, the whole cypress tree had become a burning torch.

Then Dawei didn't dare to sit on the stool for a week, and Wang Yong, who was betrayed by him, did not get better. He was ridiculed by a pair of red ears, which made his friends laugh all day long.

"Hey! Wang Yong! Why are you laughing at? Why haven't you been there yet? Why are you so disobedient, you kid? People..."

After getting along with the women in the village for a long time, my godmother became a strong woman and became a rural aunt who kept nagging endlessly.

“STOP!STOP!”

When Wang Yong heard his godmother’s nagging, it was like in "A Chinese Odyssey", when Supreme Bao was punished by Tang Monk with a tight spell, he raised his hand to surrender. In this situation, even Ingris emerged and begged for mercy quickly.

"I think my godmother is nagging? Who made you so disobedient? Also, it's not that my godmother said you, but the pronunciation of Ingris is too unstandard. This is how this word should be pronounced. Godmother will demonstrate it to you."

Wang Yong quickly covered his ears, got on his own Land Rover, and ran away in panic. His happy laughter from his godmother sounded in his ears, and his secret muttered: "I didn't expect that my sister-in-law said this method is really effective. He is really in charge of my godson!"

Wang Yong was stunned when he heard this, and he couldn't get out of the car. After gritting his teeth, he could only cry helplessly. The aunt was the one she couldn't afford to offend, and it seemed that she would not be able to avenge this revenge in this life!

He drove out of the village and headed straight to the distance among the flying catkins. When he arrived at the county farmers' market, it was already past ten-thirty.

The weather was strong and the yellow sand and white catkins that covered their sight were covered. I really didn't dare to drive the express train. I didn't get over 60 miles along the way. I drove strictly according to the road speed limit signs and became a good citizen who abides by traffic rules.

He encountered four traffic accidents along the way, which made Wang Yong secretly happy, but he was still wise! This handsome guy not only looked good, but his head was definitely not for nothing. How could he say that, this is called a powerful person that matches his appearance and intelligence!

Wandering around at the farmers' market, it was nearly an hour later when he came out. Wang Yong was carrying a large bag of things in his hand.

Five hairtail fish, two flat fish, ten pike crabs. More than five pounds of peel shrimp, as well as beef, pork, ribs, more than one pound of sea cucumbers, and eels and thirst fish that my godmother told me several times to buy (also called skewers. It seems to be a type of flounder, and it tastes very good).

Godmother usually only buys some things that are not too expensive locally. In her terms, we are a small place, and there are not a variety of things that can’t be bought even if we want to. On the other hand, even if there are, it’s hard to tell whether it’s good or bad. So it’s better to buy them in a specialty store in a big city and eat with peace of mind.

Wang Yong also slowly accepted the godmother's statement. By the way, if you want to buy good abalone, good grouper, bird's nest, etc. in such a small county, it would be a bit unreliable.

However, hairtail and sea cucumbers produce locally without these requirements. Moreover, buying locally is not only fresh but also much cheaper than other places. For example, hairtails are more than one pound cheaper locally than Beijing. How far is this place from Beijing? If you go inland northwest, how much difference will the price difference be?

After putting a bunch of things in the car, Wang Yong turned around and returned to the market. But it came out soon. This time he was carrying two bags in his hand, containing lotus root and yam. His godmother especially liked to eat these two ingredients, and now mistress, aunt and uncle also liked this bite. So every time he came out to buy something, he would always buy some and go back.

When I arrived outside the market, the sky became dark. It seemed that time suddenly accelerated, and it was dusk. Although the howling wind was still roaring, it was obviously much weaker than when I came.

"It's cloudy? The weather forecast doesn't say it's raining today?"

"That's right, I looked at the weather forecast yesterday and said that today is cloudy and cloudy! There are winds of four to five levels."

"Is there anyone who believes in weather forecasts these days? If you are sure of ten or five times, then it will be Niu Dafa!"

"Put it down, you can plant sticks (corn) after it's finished!"

Wang Yong thought about his car passing by while listening to everyone complaining about the weather forecast. Compared to those who have to look at these weather forecasts that are always inaccurate, Wang Yong is much happier. For example, when he released his mind and found that the clouds in the sky are getting thicker and lower, and the water droplets condensed inside are getting bigger and bigger, Wang Yong knew that the rain would be too light, and it would probably be too short to take off. However, the rain would not be so fast, and it would be as fast as possible.

I had a clear mind, so there was no need to hurry up like others. Therefore, among the crowd of people who were in a hurry, Wang Yong and others were drunk and I was awake, walking slowly and walked slowly. When others were surprised to see each other, they came to the car, opened the door, threw the yam and lotus root in their hands into the car, and then got into the car and started the car, ready to go home.

When he arrived near the county bus station, Wang Yong found a stall selling antiques on the sidewalk in front of the ICBC. This stall has existed for a long time. Every time he passes here, he can see the stall full of old porcelain, bronze ware, calligraphy and paintings, coins, photos, posters, etc.

In the past, Wang Yong had no idea about these things and had no spare money to buy them. So although he often saw them, he was just a passerby and never stopped. However, when Wang Yong saw this stall again today, he suddenly leaned over on a whim.

Because there was a small parking lot at the entrance of ICBC, Wang Yong drove the car straight there, parked the car and turned off the fire, got off the car and closed the door and headed straight to the stall.

When I arrived at the stall, I saw a bunch of photos and posters from the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China at a glance. There were propaganda posters of the top ten marshals, and there were pictures of Chairman and Marshal Lin climbing the tower to see the distance and pointing out the country. Under Wang Yong's consciousness, these two paintings actually had mezzanines. What surprised him even more was the stuff in the mezzanine - stamps, to be precise, the earliest publicly issued stamp in China.

"Boss, what is the price of your porcelain pillow?"

"Oh! You're here! This is a good thing, an authentic Song Dynasty Ru kiln product,"

"Stop, stop, don't tell me stories. Let's go to Ru Kiln of the Song Dynasty? If it is really the authentic product of Ru Kiln of the Song Dynasty, you are just setting up this place like this? You have already gone to auction houses? Are there any more struggling stalls here? Isn't it just a modern imitation? Is it a sucker?"

"Ah! It seems that you are also an insider? Isn't this right? Aren't you ruining my job?"

"Okay, stop talking. I was just about to buy a porcelain pillow. How much does this thing cost? You tell me a number and I will accept it if I want it."

"Are you saying it true? Do you really want it?"

"Are you talking nonsense? Why don't you want me to come here? Are you messing with you?"

"Okay, I'll give you a good price. How about one thousand yuan?"

"Okay, I want it."

After saying that, Wang Yong took out his wallet and ordered a thousand yuan and handed it to the stall owner. He picked up the porcelain pillow and prepared to return it to the car.

"Hey! If you don't look at it anymore, I have real good things here!"

Wang Yong stopped hearing the voice, and thought to himself that he was just waiting for your words!
Chapter completed!