Summary and Wonderful Part of Morning Flowers and Evening Flowers

Chapter 1 Hometown Wild Vegetables Chapter 2 Picking bracken Chapter 3 Vegetable Tofu pudding Chapter 4 Pot Banquet

Chapter V Watching Movies Chapter VI Chun Nizi Chapter VII Chronicle of Glasses Chapter VIII Amorphophallus

Chapter 9 Yan Chapter 10 Mountain Top Sedan Chapter 11 Water Companion Chapter 12 Miscellaneous Wine

Chapter XIII Firefighters and Monks Chapter XIV Dragon Boat Festival Chapter XV Watching Sichuan Opera Chapter XVI Ciba

Chapter 17 School Song Chapter 18 Ghost Work Chapter 19 Master Huang Ji Chapter 20 Michelle

Chapter 2 1 Insurance Chapter 22 Memory Irrigation Chapter 23 Bunge Noodles Chapter 24 Grass crickets and stoves

The body of the first chapter Wild vegetables in my hometown

In spring, the seeds of vegetables only drill into the ground to earn a few timid buds. At this time, wild vegetables have grown everywhere.

"On March 3rd, Artemisia selengensis served rice soup." Chrysanthemum is the first one to come out. Chrysanthemum morifolium has a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and neighbors on the street say it can cure coma. Grandma often picks it and cooks it, but I don't like it very much. Zhou Zuoren quoted Lu Gu's Jia Qinglu as saying: "Because there is a saying that ants go to the stove mountain on March 3, people put wild flowers on the stove on the third day to hate insects and ants." This is Wu's custom, but we use Artemisia selengensis for irrigation. Picking a few roots and leaves and putting them in the kitchen cupboard can repel insects and prevent ants, especially oil thieves (cockroaches).

Not many chrysanthemums, short life. After 20 days, rural children often sell them in baskets. No matter the weight, a string of bolts costs a few cents. "licorice-Artemisia-vegetable, ah-"the voice is high, high, crisp and long. The last word "ah" is pulled up and slid down trembling, which is very rhyming. I don't like Artemisia selengensis, but I like listening to crying. This kind of dish is rare now. It grows underground and most of it has been hoed. Growing in the wild, no one is too lazy to pick it. This spring, I saw someone selling Chrysanthemum morifolium at the school gate, washed it and put it in a basket, almost nobody cared. Many people don't know what this dish is. The young man who sold it explained, "Artemisia selengensis is used to treat coma." I think he sold chrysanthemums in the street when he was a child?

Wet stepping on fungus is a toy for children. It doesn't seem to belong to a fungus, but to a moss. In spring, there is much rain and high humidity, and wet stomping bacteria are the product of water vapor. In shady places, bluestone grows like moss, but it is translucent. Wet-stepped fungus itself has no taste, but it is extremely moist and soft, and it melts in the mouth. Take it off, wash it, filter it with boiling water (it won't take long, it will turn into water), and mix with sauce, vinegar and pepper. You can't eat or fill your stomach, but you can eat and play.

This is a child's pet, and adults seldom care about it. But because of the waste of seasoning, it is not very delicious. There is an adult in the neighbor's house who loves to eat, Chen Sanbo. He is a descendant of the big landlord. He used to teach in a foreign university and was sent back to his hometown during the Cultural Revolution. While eating wet fungus, he looked at Mao Xuan carefully. Seeing interest, I snapped a few chopsticks; When angry, give up and sigh. In our opinion, this is very interesting. How can such a person who has carefully studied Mao Xuan be a "current counter-revolutionary"? Chen Sanbo later went back to teaching. I wonder if he still eats the wet treadmill. If he eats wet fungus, he will definitely think of that life.

Narrow ears are also called pig nostrils, but they are neither shaped like ears nor nostrils. Rake the field every spring, and there are many corners on the edge of the field. I thought it was a specialty of my hometown. I didn't know it was everywhere until I went to many places, but I still want to believe it is a wild vegetable in my hometown. Pick your ears and eat them cold. There is a strange smell of stuffy nose, which many people are not used to. But it can also be dried to make tea. It is said that it can help digestion, and it is best to drink after meals. At that time, we used to pick them by the field and wash them in the paddy field. They are eaten raw and taste a little sour, so they can be eaten as snacks.

There is a nursery rhyme that says, "Pick it, pick it, and squint your ears. As soon as you pick a big river, you will find a flower headscarf. I want to return the flower headscarf, and I want to invite the girl to take a flower boat (that is, a sedan chair). " We often sing, but we don't pay much attention to the meaning of songs.

Spring will pass and the weather will get hot. The stars all over the sky appeared on the roadside, and they were covered with open spaces overnight, with dense small round green leaves, leaving no gap, which made people feel cold. The sky is full of flowers, there are small white flowers, but few, only the size of rice grains, hidden under leaves, not easy to find. Grandma said that if a meteor falls in the sky, it will become a small flower full of stars (so it is called full of stars). If you find it, marry a beautiful and diligent daughter-in-law. So, I often go to the fields to look for it. After searching for a long time, sometimes I found one and gave it to my grandmother with great joy. Grandma solemnly put it away. Who knows, in summer, she used these little flowers to make tea for me, saying it was clearing away heat and reducing fire. I don't care. I'll find it next year.

The stems and leaves of gypsophila paniculata are too delicate to be fried, stewed or cooked separately. They can only be used for frying eggs and wrapping jiaozi, adding a faint fragrance, not for wrapping the stomach.

The second chapter of the text uses bracken.

When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house, close to a mountain called Huanggua Mountain. Pteridium aquilinum can grow on the mountain, every March and April, all over the slope.

Grandma, there is an ancient custom: picking ferns for betrothal. Therefore, locals also call "picking ferns" "picking relatives". Every year, when bracken grows all over the hillside, all the mothers (girls) dress up beautifully, wear bright red ropes and hold exquisite bamboo baskets, and go up the mountain to collect relatives.

Picking, you will pick bracken wrapped in red cloth, which was tied by a big boy (young man). At this time, big boys are often nearby, shouting songs, playing flutes and calling for mountains. Mannia blushed when she was happy and picked the red cloth and bracken in the basket. She tore off the red rope and threw it on the ground, then bent down and left. The big boy happily put the red rope in his arms and sang loudly to Mannia's shadow:

Red cloth belt, red head rope, ashamed to see people. Hide today, brother tomorrow, and have a nest in the afternoon. ...

When cutting wheat, the big boy helped the girl cut wheat. After the wheat is cut, if the woman's family likes it, she can leave it when transplanting rice, and even the son-in-law of this family can marry the bride. On the wedding day, red cloth with bracken hung high on the lintel, and people from far and near came to have a wedding banquet.

Unfortunately, this custom has long been out of fashion in my grandmother's generation. Leave only the ballads about it, and let the villagers (children) sing naked in the dust:

Pteridium aquilinum is like a chopstick, two of which can be used together to pick vegetables conveniently; Fern is silk, and Mannia is married in Dongwantou. ...

Later, I read a book, learned words, and occasionally opened the Book of Songs, and saw the sentence of picking ferns:

Look at Nanshan, just pick its ferns. I'm worried if I don't see my husband. I've seen it, I've seen it, and my heart says!

I think this custom is described by picking ferns to meet lovers!

Pteridium aquilinum is a common wild vegetable. Pick it back, soak it in alkali to remove its bitterness, then dry it, fry it, stew it, fry it with wheat bran, or pickle it, and put it in a jar to eat it until the next year. Because of its richness and meanness, bracken is often used with other miscellaneous grains in the famine of mountain people in difficult times. Later, the days were booming, but bracken could no longer be separated, and there were several big jars under each kitchen.

Like needlework in other places, all the skills of Manchu here are in bracken. The same bracken, different practices and different seasonings can make twenty or thirty kinds of patterns, and the family will not get tired of eating bracken all year round.

Although very common, bracken is a must for farmers to visit relatives: sesame candy, Ciba, bracken and double yellow duck eggs. Four-color gifts are indispensable. Simple and decent.

Later, Bleicken went to town again, tied it with a string and put it in a conspicuous place in the store. There is also a big sign hanging outside the store, with black characters on white background: bracken.

In recent years, my hometown has also set up a bracken processing factory, which is processed into salt bracken, acid bracken, sauce bracken, spicy shredded bracken, bracken lobster sauce ... bracken and my fellow villagers have been to the whole country, Hong Kong, Macao and Southeast Asia, and are known as delicious.

Although it is delicious, it is still a wild vegetable because no one deliberately grows it.

The body of the Chapter III Cai Tofu pudding

Kids, who else can sing this nursery rhyme-

"Push mill, pull mill, grind bean curd brain, please aunt, aunt doesn't eat bean curd brain, smash casserole' boom, boom, boom'!"

When I was young, tofu pudding was a rare thing. I remember that there were guests at home at that time, and my parents always said "grinding vegetables and tofu pudding." My brother and sister bravely pushed the mill.

Vegetable tofu is very economical. Beans are ground into pulp, boiled in a pot, lit with gallbladder, precipitated and poured out. Then mix with vegetables and a small amount of minced meat, and add seasoning to braise in soy sauce, which is delicious. In my opinion at that time, it was the first dish in the world. Tofu brain not only saves money, but also takes care of the owner's face, so it has always been the main course when entertaining guests at that time.

We don't often eat tofu pudding at home. A family of nine people. My parents work in the repair shop in the town and earn more than 70 yuan a month. My sister can earn a salary, and my younger brother and sister are still young, so I have to stay at home and do housework. We are always looking forward to a tofu pudding, and the Chinese New Year is certain. If we are impatient, we can't arrive early, so we expect visitors. As soon as I get up every morning, I go to the door to see if there is a spider web hanging on the door frame: "Get up early if you are not busy;" Spiders hang in front of the door and guests arrive at night. "

Sometimes, guests do come. Our family has moved several times, and our relatives have gradually alienated. It is my uncle who often comes. My uncle's clothes, even in our remote town, are worn out. But he always smiles, takes out fresh mountain products from his pocket and teaches me something interesting. Once, he taught me this nursery rhyme. I asked him, "Why doesn't Aunt eat beans and flowers?"

My uncle smiled: "This is irony. Said that she robbed fiercely and knocked over the casserole. " Really, such a delicious dish, it's strange not to rob the casserole!

I don't believe that tofu can cure diseases! I had diarrhea at that time, and it hurt badly. I played it five times a day, and everyone was out of shape. See a doctor. Injection, medicine, all useless. I won't import anything, but I want to eat tofu pudding. The father said, "What about diarrhea? How do I eat? " The mother was very distressed: "It's pitiful to look after the children. Make a meal. " Finally, I made an exception and made a plate of tofu pudding. I ate three bowls at a time and my stomach was full. The next day, I got well!

Run and tell the doctor, the doctor doesn't believe it. I remember it was an old man. He caressed his bald head and shook his head again and again: "Strange, strange."

In this way, cauliflower and tofu brain accompanied me throughout my childhood. Later, life was good, and inadvertently, tofu brain slowly disappeared from the table. If you want to grind, cook, be bold, and add vegetables to braise in soy sauce, no one will bother. Later, we moved out of the town and lived in the city. The clumsy stone mill of tofu and beans is always just a memory. Only occasionally, I will think of that nursery rhyme, if I lose something.

During the Spring Festival this year, I took a bus from a county town and saw a big sign on the roadside. There is a small line in the lower right corner: "Vegetable tofu." Such a small word, in an inconspicuous position, I saw it at a glance. Get out of the car and ask for a bowl. Ham, bacon, mushrooms and yellow flowers are added to the dish, which is oily and attractive. I took a bite and it didn't taste as good as before. After a few minutes, I finally lost interest and left disappointed.

Now is not the time. Without the feeling of eating tofu brain, even the original flavor is no longer the original tofu, right? How can you taste delicious food?

The body of the Chapter IV Banquet

When I was a child, my memory of winter seems to be only a "pot feast".

At that time, it often snowed in winter, and there was always a small stove with broken porcelain pots at home.

Charcoal is picked up from the slag heap. In the evening, the family gathered around the stove, and the red fire reflected everyone's face, which was warm. Stew a small black aluminum pot with no ears on the fire, boiled water, a pinch of salt, a few drops of oil and a little dried pepper-this is the pot banquet.

It is said to be a "feast", but it is actually very poor. At that time, there was nothing to eat, so the radish was cheap, selling for 20 cents a catty, and the whole purchase was only 15 cents. Our family always chooses to buy. Most of them are cut and hung under the eaves to make dried turnips, which are available all year round. A small part is piled in the corner for winter consumption. Next to it, it was dark, washed, cut one by one, and put it in a burning dustpan with some red fires rolling on it, reflecting some warm desires in people's hearts.

When the body gets warm, water will boil. Put pieces of white jade in it, and in a short time, the fragrance will come out, and the air in the room will live. If dad had been telling stories before, he would stop now. Everyone listened to the songs in aluminum pot quietly and felt itchy and crunchy.

Sometimes, there can be a pinch of chopped green onion. At the best time, there can even be a few bones left over from the meat stall in the soup. Sprinkle some Jiang Mo, and the fragrance will drift farther and farther. It seems that I have been breathing happily in this warm fragrance all winter.

Ripe, open the lid, a white gas rushed up, and the figure on the other side staggered like a drunk. White gas scattered, is a piece of white jade, half sinking and half floating in the faint soup. When everyone saw it, they all raised their chopsticks.

At this moment, I remembered that once my father sang a few words:

"Clear water floats on the white river,

Yuquan is full of beads.

Now clip a piece,

There is no meat in March. "

Shake your head with chopsticks while singing.

At that time, it was the late period of the Cultural Revolution, and my father was still wearing a hat of "capitalist roader" (he saved the money for buying hats jokingly). After work, the neighborhood committee arranged for him to sweep the streets. Mother asked for some materials from the match factory to go home and let us paste matchboxes to subsidize the family. Paste a hundred matchboxes, only 20 cents. The last sentence of dad's poem is truth.

However, every night around the fire, all this is forgotten.

I'm too young to reach. Put a bowl in front of me and hold it for me. Dad said, "Come on, have a chicken leg." "Give you a bird's nest." After a while, I piled up a big bowl and often ate more than my parents and brothers and sisters. Once, neighbor Yang Erniang asked Third Sister doubtfully, "What did you cook last night? It's chicken and fish. " I can't help laughing.

But this is not for fun, but instead of eating.

I grew up eating radishes. Neighbors say our children are good at swimming. I think it's because of eating radish.

The fire in our house is warm all winter.

The body of the Chapter V Watching movies

In the early 1970s, revolutionary changes took place in culture. At that time, it was rare to see a movie in China.

Occasionally people from all over the country will come to see it.

The scene of watching a movie is very lively. Men and women, old and young, crowded the dam. Flashlight is a luxury, and it has become the main lighting appliance. Cut a piece of bamboo and stuff it with a rag. Tung oil is squeezed by ourselves. When it's dark, lights come here from all directions. There is no special screening field in the countryside, and we often borrow the dam where the team dries millet. The dam was very big, and it could accommodate eight or nine hundred people, which was the characteristic of the collective economy at that time. Closer, use a bamboo stool; A little further, sit on the floor.

There will be nothing new in this film. "China's news briefing, Vietnamese plane artillery, North Korea's crying and laughing, Albanians are puzzled." I've driven more than ten miles, and it's often an old movie I saw 800 years ago. However, a group of people opened their mouths wide and stared at them with relish. When I saw the rise, I clapped my hands.

However, for young men and women, the fun of watching movies lies not in watching movies, but outside the movies. In rural areas, there are few parties, and it is quite inconvenient for young men and women to communicate. Besides catching up, I just watch movies. It's daytime, too many people and too many eyes. Watching movies is at night, and it is open-air, surrounded by wild fields, without restrictions. As soon as the brigade informed us to go to the movies, young men and women left work early, went home to take a shower, dressed up and rushed out to invite friends.

When it was time for the screening, I greeted here, lit a cigarette there and glanced at the figure I expected in the crowd. My voice was loud, violent and chaotic. After a while, the film calmed down and was already sitting in pairs. At this point, I am not in a hurry to leave. Say sweet words first and pinch each other's hips in the dark. Because there are latecomers coming, they dare not make out in the wild for fear of being caught.

Halfway through the film, the crowd began to float quietly. Someone pretended to say, "Erwazi, go and pee." Young men and women slid down the dam and snuggled up to each other under the cover of night. At this time, teenagers often play pranks, secretly pick up clods, throw them at the pair of shadows, then run away and snicker while covering their mouths. The couple broke up leisurely and hurried back, but they dared not say anything and quickly moved to another place.

This kind of date can't be a secret. Parents know that every time there is a movie, there will be an argument. "Let's go! Come back without breaking your dog's leg! " The child is very hard. He would rather be beaten than steal away.

Later, the team organized a "spiritual civilization inventory team" to be on duty during the film. Several teams were caught, fined and announced on the loudspeaker as a warning when the next film was shown. There are strangely fewer people watching movies.

Fortunately, soon, the "Cultural Revolution" ended, the production quotas were fixed to households, and township enterprises were set up.

With money, young people unanimously demanded to build a cinema. When the cinema was built, young men and women went out in pairs in the cinema.

The body of the Chapter VI Steve in Spring

My hometown Songshui is located in a mountain pass by the Sichuan River. Slate Street suddenly fell to the river, and the stone steps went down step by step. It's a small pier. There are several shabby wooden boats tied to the dock all day, and only one motorboat carries passengers for a short distance.

Our home is on the dock, it's a log cabin. Half of them rode on the ridge, and the other half leaned out, supported by several wooden posts. In summer, the river often rises to the wooden floor. I lean against the wooden window and look at the river every day. Waterbirds, white sails, trackers, and the noise of getting on and off passenger ships On this day, I saw a unique wooden boat on the dock-it was with Wu Peng! There is a small fishing boat next to Wu Peng's boat. I'm afraid I can't lift even one person.

I'll pay attention to this Wu Peng ship.

In the morning, the small fishing boat was supported by a middle-aged man, swung into the downstream bend and threw a hook. Smoke rose from a small stove at the stern of Wu Peng. A skinny girl dragged big braid, where the cat hunched over to get breakfast. Taomi water caused a small splash on the side of the boat. She bent for a while in the tent, and then came out, and big braid sighed leisurely behind her head. Sometimes, the smoke from wet wood makes her cough loudly. The middle-aged man came back from the hook and leaned against the fishing boat. Breakfast was ready. The middle-aged man took a sea bowl and squatted at the bow to eat. The girl went into the hut. After dinner, the middle-aged man went out to sell the fish harvested the day before as usual. Not much, just a few pounds, but you can change the food for one day. When the man came back, he was carrying a pack of Chinese medicine as usual. Who is sick on the boat? I didn't see it. At noon, at dusk, the father and the daughter got on the fishing boat and went to the river to collect the hooks. When I came back, smoke came out of the stern again.

On this day, my uncle came from the countryside. Grandma said, buy a fish. I rushed to say, "I'll go! There is a small fishing boat on the dock that sells fresh fish. "

I took the money, jumped down the steps and ran to Wu Peng's boat. Here we are. The girl was cooking medicine at the stern, and I hesitated to stop and visit on the beach. Half-lying in the tent was a middle-aged woman with a shy stomach and a blue handkerchief wrapped around her forehead. This is her mother, right? Pregnant with a child, but sick again.

The girl finally noticed me, put down the cattail leaf fan and said, "What are you doing, son?" Kid! How many years are you older than me! I said to myself, but I still said to her, "buy a fish." Who knows, she waved and said, "No!" I turned to leave in despair, but my mother in the tent said, "Chun Nizi, sell him the one in the back cabin." It turns out that her name is Chun Nizi!

I stopped and heard Ni Zichun say, "Mom, this one is for your body." Mother and daughter cooed there for a while, and Chunque came from the stern and said angrily:

"sell it to you!"

She stared at me, flushed and wearing a blue cloth floral coat. A fringe of bangs on the forehead.

There is a small mole on the neck under the earlobe. I think this mole is particularly beautiful for no reason.

At noon, grandma cooked a bowl of bean fish, which was delicious. But I don't even touch it. Grandma felt strange and wanted to touch my forehead: "Are you sick?" I dodged. Think of Steve Chun's red face and the mother in the cabin. She has no fish to eat at noon. Grandma is really, why buy fish!

I came to the window again.

The smoke from the Wu Peng rose again. That family is still so calm and hasn't changed because of the sale of a fish.

Sometimes when dad goes to the street, Chunni washes clothes at the stern. Singing loudly in the sound of water while washing. The song rises and falls like a boat, and swings all over the dock like shining silver light on the water. Sometimes, she takes a long-necked glass bottle to the streets to buy soy sauce, plastic sandals (she always walks barefoot in the boat) and steps out clear music on the slate street. I stood by the roadside and looked at her. Once, I saw her standing in front of Wu's grocery stall for a long time, picking up a bright red silk rope and looking at it over and over again, but finally put it down gently. This red silk rope tied to her big braid must be beautiful. Unfortunately, it was later bought by Du Jie.

I think, when I have money, I must buy Chunni a red silk rope ten times more beautiful than this.

I am looking forward to this day.

However, one day, Wu Peng's boat disappeared. There are some rotten yellow leaves floating on the original berth.

Where did they go?

Later, I heard that they were driven away by a man named "Revolutionary Committee". It is said that fish can't be sold.

No wonder I saw some "tea cages" on their boat the other day.

..... This was more than ten years ago. I never saw them again. Just in the busy interval, I will still think of Wu Peng's boat and the girl named Chuntit.

I went back to my hometown once and built many buildings. The wharf has also undergone great changes, adding two large passenger ships. Therefore, even in the spring, Steve has already lived in a building and no longer lives by fishing.

She said when she was a child. Neighbor Wu Sanbo sold illicit salt in other places, falsely accused the thief, put him in prison and sentenced him to beheading. Knowing that he had been wronged, the jailer sympathized with him and gave him a way to escape. Said the executioner was his friend. On the day of beheading, he asked the executioner to pat Wu Sanbo on the face before cutting his knife, and then raised his knife. Wu Sanbo took advantage of the opportunity of the executioner to raise his knife and ran. He and other jailers just pretended to chase him and let him escape. Seeing that there was no hope of rehabilitation, Wu Sanbo had no choice but to promise rehabilitation. Who knows, on the day of execution, this trick actually worked, and Wu Sanbo actually escaped!

Since Wu Sanbo was on death row, of course, he didn't dare to go home, so he fled far away, still doing his salt business and marrying and having children in other places.

Fortunately, a few years later, the revolutionary party overthrew the Manchu Dynasty. So Wu Sanbo wants to go back to town to see his wife, Aunt Wu.

Wu Sanbo came home, thinking that Aunt Wu would be very happy. Who knows, when Aunt Wu saw it, she was frightened and said, "Didn't you get beheaded?"

Wu Sanbo then told Aunt Wu how he escaped and hid in other places for several years. Aunt Wu didn't believe it anyway, saying that Wu Sanbo's body had been buried in the back hill. This can confuse Wu Sanbo. He firmly believes that Aunt Wu must be mistaken, because his life in recent years is real, real!

Aunt Wu took out a bloody dress and told Wu Sanbo, "After I buried you, I specially left the clothes you wore on the day of beheading as a souvenir."

When Wu Sanbo saw the bloody clothes, he immediately remembered that the executioner's steel knife had slapped him in the face that day. He was so excited that he wanted to run, but his legs were numb. Before he got up, he was different-he was dead!

When his mind moved, Wu Sanbo immediately turned into a pool of thick blood.

Grandma said that when a person dies and thinks he is alive, it will become a nightmare and live in the crowd like ordinary people. Only those who know the truth can tell him with conclusive evidence that he is dead, and he will really die! As for the part where the executioner slapped Wu Sanbo in the face with a steel knife, grandma explained that the executioner should suddenly slap the prisoner in the face with a steel knife before killing. If the prisoner is unprepared, he will unconsciously cran his neck-just reach out and let the executioner cut it! )

After listening to grandma's story about Yan, I actually felt an unprecedented horror, and I was afraid of that day. I began to pay attention to whether the people around me were different-sometimes it felt like a nightmare!

Of course, what I am most afraid of is that one day someone suddenly came over and took out some evidence that I don't know yet and said to me:

"Hey, you're dead!"

Be a good boy, Dong!

The body of the Chapter 10 Mountainous foot

One-eighth tone, one-tenth vulgar.

That's true. Grandma's house is only twenty or thirty miles away from Songshui, but the customs there are different.

Grandma's home is backed by Huanggua Mountain, which is located in the mountainous area. It is still very common for mountain people to greet their families: carrying sedan chairs. The sedan chair must jump on it, because it is a mountainous area, so it is interesting.

The bride fasted as early as the first day. One is inconvenient-you can't get off the sedan chair halfway, and the other is you can't throw up when you jump on the sedan chair. Early in the morning, I washed neatly, covered with a red veil, and waited for the wedding procession.

Here comes the sedan chair. Use a beautiful and clever white boy as a sedan chair-the sedan chair where the boy sat, and the bride will have children after marriage. Sedan chairs, in one case, are both light and strong. Lightweight, conducive to mountain climbing; Strong, not afraid of bumps. Red bar and red cover, the roof is dragon and phoenix. The bearers are all beautiful women with strong bodies, wearing red cloth belts and red shoulder pads, and their faces are irresistible.

Get off and go up the hill. The mountain road turns from nine roads to eighteen roads, with faint twists and turns. The porters took their time and swayed on the mountain road with steady steps. Legs are idle, mouth is not idle, talking to the bride.

"Bride, sit tight. If you lose it, you can't get into the bridal chamber."

"Bride, give me your hand and make me itch."

A bit cunning, picked up a piece of dry cow dung from the ground and stuffed it into the sewing, but exclaimed:

"Oh, no, the bride is full of cow shit!"

Joke all the way. But not alone.

As usual, the bride should be taught a lesson by her mother before going out, and she can't talk, otherwise, as soon as she enters the door, the couple will quarrel endlessly.

The sedan chair bearer was angry when he saw that this trick didn't work. Those people with bright accents sang a little song:

Xiao Lang just turned ten this year.

Marry a big sister.

(ouch! )

Sister a is good-looking and good-looking.

It's a pity that Xiao Lang doesn't understand love.

(ouch! )

Sister let him touch his tits,

He said he didn't eat milk.

(ouch! )

Sister asked him to untie his belt.

He said there was no urinal at home.

(ouch! )

……

The sedan chair bearer gave a loud "ouch" and the sedan chair rose and fell rhythmically. The bride listened with shame and laughter. She wanted to see the singer, but she was afraid to lift the curtain of the sedan chair. She just lifted the veil gently and stole a look at the bald head through the gap in the sedan chair.

Suddenly, the sedan chair suddenly tilted, and the bride almost fell out of it-it turned out to be downhill. The bearers held the railing in one hand and her hips in the other, shouting their songs and running quickly. Song also shouted tricks:

"Yu Hang! Yu Hang!

(Shouting in front) It's dawn.

Groundwater.

Yu Hang! Yu Hang!

There is an old man in the sky.

There is a turn on the ground.

Yu Hang! Yu Hang! "

It turned out that I couldn't see the road behind me clearly, so I had to keep reminding in front.

The mountain road is narrow, winding and uneven. It happened that the bearers deliberately carried their feet and ran wildly. The sedan chair swings up and down like a boat in the waves. The bride leans over, her insides are tumbling down, afraid to speak, and desperately grabs the sedan chair bar.

Just as he was running, the sedan chair bearer in front shouted sharply, "There is light in the sky." Emergency at the back: "Stump on the ground!" After shouting, the sedan chair pole suddenly stood on the tree, the sedan chair bearer suddenly stopped, and the sedan chair suddenly stopped. There was a scream in the sedan chair, and people never fell out, but rolled out a thousand layers of embroidered cloth shoes.

The bearers burst into laughter, picked up new shoes and put them in their arms.

Running and stopping all the way, the spectators are getting more and more happy. The pace is fast and slow, and it is left and right. The handlebar is also changed from left shoulder to right shoulder for a while. From a distance, the sedan chair is like a roaring China, dancing all the way.

The bride's morning clothes are all scrapped. When I arrived at my husband's house, the clouds cleared and the rouge was uneven. If you lose a shoe, of course you can't get off the sedan chair. Helpless, the groom took out a red envelope and "bought" a pair of new shoes from the bearers. The bridesmaid puts on the bride before helping to lift the sedan chair. Before I went through the door, I suffered from being a daughter-in-law