The Story of Stone Prose "Being a Fool in a Thin Place"

I am the ugly son of my father, who provided me with schooling, squeezed into the city and became a city dweller. Whenever I see those ugly stones, big and small, grotesque, transported into the city and dotted in parks, communities and roadsides, I will think that these are all ugly stones in my hometown.

My hometown is in Feixian County.

Feixian is a place rich in Chou Shi.

But where Chou Shi is produced, the land is mostly barren.

This is the most difficult place for farmers who rely on farming to eat. No one wants to plant such a plot, even if it is abandoned, no one wants it, so there are many abandoned land.

As early as the late 1970s, when the household contract responsibility system was implemented, the land was divided into households for farming. My family has a large population and a small labor force, so it ranks last in the production team. No matter what is assigned to the production team, my family will wait until the end, the worst and the most differential. The reason is that my family has the largest population, but it is old and few. Dad is the only one who can go out to work to earn food. Fewer people work and earn less points. Naturally, they can't get irrigated land.

According to the villagers, household contract is to divide the fields and go it alone. Fighting alone means that each family grows its own land and eats its own food. The amount of food planted is closely related to whether the land planted is dry land or irrigated land. Whoever gets irrigated land will have too much food to eat; The land of any race should be dry land, wasteland and thin land, and the natural harvest is not good.

My family's responsibility fields are all distributed on the village Nanling. When dividing land, other people's land is measured with a ruler, and mine is pointed out with fingers. The production captain said that the Nanling area in the village belongs to the old horse family. When ten mu is an mu, it is planted.

So the whole Nanling village became a responsible field to feed our whole family.

To put it bluntly, Nanling, the village of my hometown, is a barren ridge of several hundred acres. There are more stones and less land, so no one wants to plant them. Even if we plant it with great efforts, we can't get a good harvest. The plot is too scattered to use Niu Geng or plant a large area. A joke told by my father can prove this point: strangely, my father went to the valley to mow the grass all day and felt that there were still a few pieces missing. He wants to take a straw hat home for dinner. There are some ancient emperors hidden under the straw hat. How small Gu is!

The villagers don't want Nanling land, because there are three things that bother Nanling most. First, there are many needles in Zizyphus jujuba, and everyone who goes to Nanling must use them. Second, the land is not too sticky, and the only land in the stone crevice where crops can be planted is too sticky. It's really not. Third, there are many strange stones, and those exposed to the ground are too ugly. They can't hit the wall to build houses, nor can they dig pig troughs and cow troughs like Beishan Rock. For millions of years, they have been lying there and being rejected. The old man in the village said that all the land in Nanling was eaten up by stones.

Nanling is not only rugged, but also barren. But in dad's eyes, it has become his baby pimple.

Dad said that ugly children can be filial in a thin land without getting food. This kind of land is indisputable, and there is still food harvest after cleaning; As an ugly child like me, I can still make progress as long as I study hard. Dad's hope is very simple, and his happiness is also very simple, that is, thin land can be rich in grains and ugly children can grow up.

I wrote down what my father said, to be filial and promising, so I have been working hard at school.

For many years after dividing the field, my father's mind was tied to Nanling. Dad said to build a large flat farmland, a thick soil layer, and a layer of farm manure, the whole family will definitely have nothing to eat and wear.

All the year round, five winters and six summers, my father works in the responsible field on Nanling Mountain. Picks, shovels and dung baskets are all used to dig, move stones and reclaim land. Put baskets of loess in the crevice depression into the ground, erect all kinds of grotesque ugly stones dug up and stand on the edge of the field, and spread thick soil on the upper floor to make room for planting crops.

Dad said that such a large area of Nanling is hard to see. I can't believe that Nanling, which has been unknown for thousands of years, has been the home of our old horse since the policy came. The land is thin, others are not rare, and we are practical when we plant it in our hearts.

In a few years' effort, hundreds of acres of Nanling were carved out of several acres of land by dad. With farmland, dad has time to study those ugly stones standing on the edge of the field.

Those ugly stones weighing hundreds of tons, my father is helpless about them, but he is interested in those ugly stones with small tonnage and strange shapes.

If they look like stone lions, take them home and put them on both sides of the gate to protect their homes;

Looks like a chessboard, put it on the roadside at the door and knock a cigarette bag for passers-by;

Just like the piece where the red flag goes straight into the blue sky, my father dragged it to the door of the village primary school with an iron chain and asked someone to engrave the name of the village primary school. When the school leaders came to inspect, they also asked people to take pictures next to Qiu Shi, which looked like a red flag, saying it was unique and creative.

What makes dad most proud is that he erected two flying horse stones at the ancient intersection. Dad said, looking at the galloping horse, my heart is full of energy. Later, my father asked me to write a couplet in the history of horses, and I carved the words "Raise your hoof and mane bravely, hold your head high and chase your dreams" on it. Father looked at it for a long time and said that something seemed to be missing. Take a quick look and make up! I said, "Ma Gu Di Zi" is particularly eye-catching on the screen stone behind the war horse. Dad said with a smile, it's too like couplets.

There are too many Chou Shi in Nanling, which is worthless. Those dug up by dad can be moved, and the villagers can take whatever they like. The house is facing the crossroads, and that's Sha Qi. Say hello to dad, go to Nanling to find an ugly stone from the town house and plant it in front of the house to block Sha Qi from coming on the road. Even the mayor and village head asked Dad for a big Chou Shi and stood at the gate of the town compound. Thousands of people write on it.

Dad moved out of Chou Shi, cultivated the millet in Huang Cancan, and the cooked rice was sticky and fragrant. Dad said that the food grown in his own field still feeds people.

I am the ugly son of my father, and I grew up drinking the rice cooked by my father Xiaomi. Although I was admitted to school and settled down in the city, my roots are in my hometown, Nanling, my hometown.

I have a good painter friend who goes back to his hometown Nanling to play with me. When he saw those ugly stones standing on the edge of Gudizi in Nanling, he even said, "What a great work!" I didn't expect such a strange stone array in this small place. Dad said that those ugly stones he put down were God's best gift to the suffering people. The Chou Shi array he laid was the Tianmen array that Mu breached in those years, and the ugly stones in it contained beautiful legends.

When this painter friend saw my father's care and these ugly stones, he couldn't help exclaiming: What a shame! What a poor stone! What a humble son!

Later, in his hometown of Feixian, there was a big scandal. On the edge of the county seat, I specially set up a spectacular and wide position in Qiushi, which covers an area of several thousand acres. Also known as "Kistler City".

Chou Shi in Feixian County has its own city since then. And it also has a nice name: Feixian Stone.

Kistler City in Feixian sent a red invitation letter to Dad, hoping that Dad could send his ugly stone to Kistler City for an exhibition.

Dad said, Ugly is my child, and I have gone to town to do what I like by studying. My ugly stone, also my child, has been with me for decades, and now it's time to go to town.

It is dad's long-cherished wish to let children go to the city for development. On the day when Qiu entered the city, firecrackers exploded, and every statue of Qiu entering the city was tied with a red ribbon. Really like a child who is going to get married, dressed up beautifully, the scene is unusually grand, lively and ostentatious. But dad hid in the millet field and cried!

These ugly stones are a gift of geological changes and a business card of Feixian, a small town, which attracts tourists from all over the world.

Dad once came to see me in the city and said that his wish had come true. No matter ugly or Chou Shi, he had his own home. Although he is old, he is very happy to watch the ancient emperor in his hometown Nanling.