Essays by artists wandering in the countryside

When I say artists from wandering villages, I just want to distinguish them from local artists and from real artists. I'm talking about artists who used to wander in the countryside and make a living by their skills. In the past, there were many such artists. When I was a child, I often heard such country artists shouting in the street: "Look at the pot, look at the basin!" " This is the tinker coming; Sometimes I hear the drums of vendors. This is a vendor selling things. Sometimes I see someone repairing shoes and dyeing cloth, and sometimes "several brigades" are there. There is a pool here and a cluster there, which has become a beautiful scenery in the countryside.

sawmill

Let's put it this way. In my hometown, this sawyer is usually called "hooping the road". This business was really booming for quite a while. This prosperity stems from living at home in the country at that time. There are many pots and pans, most of which are made of clay and accidentally broken. It was not easy for people to make money at that time. They are used to poverty and live a good life. Some people picked up the broken pots and pans.

At that time, the Zhang San family was like this, and the Li Si family was roughly like this. As a result, the number of saw pots, pots, altars and urns naturally increased. Usually, when this "hoop road" is called, the hostess of each household will probe it out. When she saw that this was a "hoop road", she hurried home to get what she wanted to see. At this time, the "hoop road" was called out. The hostess or children of the host family brought the pots and pans to be sawed. The pot sawers picked up the pots and pans to be sawed with both hands in the first-come-first-served order, then squinted and looked at them one by one along the lines: the degree of damage, with a big or small saw. Mouth chanting the number of saws, how much each saw used, calculate the total * * * how much money, the two sides will talk about the price and make an appointment when to pick it up. The "hoop road" began to drill holes in pots and pans with rock drills. Generally, two parallel holes are drilled on both sides of the crack, and then vertical holes are drilled from top to bottom. When drilling a hole, use a small hammer to gently nail it in, and then apply lime to the sawed holes and cracks to prevent water leakage. According to this procedure, pots and pans are sawed off one by one.

It's nothing to think about now, but at that time I thought that Master Hooping Road really had a set of skills. Many neighbors who saw pots and pans said, "Master Hu Ping saws things well and is really strong to use." The master himself picked up the sawed pots and pans and handed them to others, saying, "Take them back and use them to ensure that they are stronger than before." I have kept this sentence in my heart until now. Later, with the development of society, ceramic products and plastic products replaced clay tile products. In addition, with the improvement of people's living standards, who has calculated that something with a few dollars is broken and simply throws it away to buy a new one? Who wants to saw it with a "hoop"? In this way, the "hoop road" will not have a market, but will only leave the mark of the times in people's hearts.

A peddler peddling along the street

There are also well-known vendors wandering in the countryside. Most of them use bicycles to carry all kinds of small goods, and some carry heavy loads. What I remember most clearly when I was a child was that the vendor was holding a rickety peddler drum, which my friends and I called it. At that time, when I mentioned the peddler drum, I would think of the similar "peddler drum" on the tree, and my memory was even deeper. The peddler's drum, which keeps shaking, is like a drum with a diameter of more than ten centimeters. It has a handle with drumsticks on both sides. Chicken legs are made of leather. Two round wooden drumsticks are tied to the center of the side. When you shake the handle back and forth with your hand, you will make a quick and loud drum sound. When I heard the drumming of vendors, my childhood friends and friends would rush around instead of shopping. It doesn't matter. When the elderly women in rural areas hear the drums of vendors, they will come with "three-inch golden lotus", look at this and that, buy some needles and needles, thimbles and so on, and leave. When older girls and kannika nimtragol hear the drums, they will come in a hurry, gather around and carefully choose what they like, and those who like to dress up will choose. Later, after the reform and opening up, the rural goods flowed, and no more hawking and gongs and drums were heard. Now that I think about it, this voice still echoes in my ears.

cobbler

When I was a child, I remember a shoemaker who repaired shoes. He lives in a village five miles away from my hometown and often rides his bike across the country, which is quite famous. This reputation comes from the height of repairing shoes. Sometimes I see him with a big needle in his hand. The nails are neatly stitched and look pleasing to the eye. He used a sewing needle to thread the thread, which made people look comfortable. The shoes he repaired look good even if they are patched, and he still wants to change the pattern or symmetry, which shows his kung fu. This man is not only good at repairing shoes, but also has a good mouth. He may have been trained in business for many years. At first glance, his speech was unusual, and when he stood down and listened carefully, it was even more different. I thought at that time, this man is just a shoemaker, how can he know so many things, astronomy and geography, everything in the world. It is admirable to speak clearly and clearly. When I was a child, I sometimes gathered around him, not for anything else, but to listen to his stories, jokes and the world. Naturally, I also learned something and left a deep impression on me.

In the past, the countryside was like the sea, and the wandering rural artists were like boats drifting in the sea, which enriched rural life, brought material satisfaction and spiritual enjoyment, made the countryside more agile and left me with good memories.