[Bottle Evil] Daily Life in Yucun, Tiesanjiao (1)

Three people have stayed in Yucun for so many years, and their life is unremarkable, which is completely different from previous years. In the morning, I rode an electric tricycle to collect bacon, and in the afternoon, I sat in the yard and shook my cattail fan. I occasionally chat with the fat man next to me when I am interested, but I am not bored. I don't know if it is plain or old-fashioned.

Only stuffy oil bottle can stay in the house, but he always looks up at the ceiling, and it is still all day. As soon as I patted my thigh, I thought it would not work, so I went to the fat man and asked him, "Do you think my little brother has become less and less talkative recently?" The fat man was happy when he heard it: "Come on, tell me, when did my little brother love to talk?" I grabbed the broken cattail leaf fan from him, and the fat man was anxious. He quickly sat up from the sofa to show his sincerity: "It's not like I'm fat and said it's too fucking hot." He pursed his lips and motioned me to look at the stuffy oil bottle lying motionless in bed: "Look, even the little brother is hot, isn't it naive?"

I was angry, too: "You think everyone is like you! Let's get down to business. Only a fat middle-aged man like you is always hot. " In fact, after scolding, I felt a little empty, so I was busy looking down. I haven't gained weight in recent years, but I finally didn't scold myself.

I'm not really angry, and the fat man can see that he took the cattail leaf fan back long ago, but he didn't pay attention to my heart deficiency. The fat man fanned his fan wildly and corrected me: "It's not' fat', it's' god', the charm of men, you don't understand childish ..."

Fat people tend to talk a lot. At this time, I saw the stuffy oil bottle looking at us from the corner of my eye. Not that I care about him very much, but the house is too small to see. The fat man naturally noticed and gave me a wretched squeeze. I turned around and saw the stuffy oil bottle staring at me. I felt uncomfortable being stared at by him. After a while, he turned away and moved his lips, but still said nothing.

Stuffy oil bottle turned over, changed the ceiling and continued to stare. I paused for a moment before I understood what he meant. The fat man reacted quickly and became more and more proud, complaining that he wanted me to buy an air conditioner. I asked him angrily, "Tell me, how can I pull the air conditioner back for you with that broken tricycle?"

Fat people probably think it is unrealistic to install air conditioning in such a small village. But the summer in Yucun is so sultry that staying indoors during the day is like taking a sauna. Three people can't live with a broken cattail fan leaking air. But the harsh environment can always inspire human wisdom. The fat man suddenly had a plan and turned to ask me, "Naive, this small village is primitive, there can always be several electric fans." Why don't you find a way to get one? "I thought for a moment and said," All right. "

Fat people seldom think of feasible methods, plus I am too hot to panic myself. I decided to send a few messages to Xiaohua in Beijing through strong and weak signals.

Xiaohua quickly replied to my message and said that she agreed. I'm not worried about his efficiency. It turns out that he didn't break his word. A few days later, I received an electric fan. The fat man came to the spirit, mobilized all the little brothers who were obsessed with looking at the ceiling, and installed the electric fan after three times five divided by two.

Facts have proved that in small villages, such short and big things on parents often spread very quickly. In less than two days, the whole village knew. I don't think this kind of thing is interesting, and I don't quite understand what the villagers say-electric fans are not rare even in this village. However, I underestimated the imagination of the village chiefs and aunts.

When I went to collect bacon in the morning, I saw two old women who didn't know each other very well getting together and whispering. As soon as I came, I quickly parted and sewed my coat instead of glancing at me out of the corner of my eye, which was a bit guilty. Haven't walked far, the two men began to whisper, I vaguely heard a few words, probably "central air conditioning" or something.

At about noon, I simply packed my things and prepared to go home for dinner. As soon as the tricycle stopped, I saw the fat man chatting with Grandpa Tian next door with his grandson. Uncle Tian's real name is Tian Wushou, and his family has been poor peasants for generations. He and his grandson live on two acres of fertile land, and he always dislikes us "idlers and idlers", even a nodding acquaintance. I don't care much about this-in fact, it is no wonder that Tian Shu despises me. The three of us used to be small businesses, and it was great to talk about capital, but if we really took it seriously, the result would definitely be bad. In prison or in a mental hospital?

Forget it if a person is crazy. Three old people can't be crazy together. This is not an infectious disease. The possibility of going to jail is still relatively high. Fat man and I don't even need a life probation or anything. We were so successful that we were shot directly. Stuffy oil bottle is embarrassed. He involves many problems that "approaching science" cannot be solved by scientific means. I wonder if there is a legendary mysterious institution in my dear motherland? My brain made up for the way he was lying in the lab, and he was cut open with that familiar face. Sad and ridiculous.

That fat man is a bit mysterious, but when it comes to big things, he still knows a lot. Talking about this matter is only vague, and in the end, I haven't put all my life into it.

Uncle Tian despises going to jail. Only a fool will do it if you choose one.

A gentleman can bend and stretch, but he doesn't speak fast. A gentleman ... that's what it means anyway. Teacher Kong doesn't even allow you to get excited blindly. Although Mr. Kong is not allowed to rob the tomb. We can also take its essence and discard its dross.

I thought of here, the fat man has been chatting with Tian Shu over there, and the chat is in full swing, as if he had just scolded 1 next door, saying that Tian Shu is not a disturbing person. Stuffy oil bottle woke up, I guess it was awakened by the fat man. He is not very active and has little influence on me, but the fat man's loud voice is hard to ignore. I put on my clothes at random, and opened the door with high morale before I got up.

And then it faded.

So the scene turned into me chatting with the fat man, and his little grandson kept rubbing his nose with his sleeves, making his nose red, and he refused to admit it. It's peculiar to children.

Stuffy oil bottle also got up and resigned to make breakfast. I winked at him with all my strength-five people! Count uncle Tian! And his grandson!

I think he understood, but he still didn't believe it. Uncle Hotan is absent-minded, thanks to the fat man's efforts to save the atmosphere. I convinced myself that Zhang Qiling basically never fell off the chain. Although he has hardly cooked, at least I don't think so. But this is our friendship. I think we can draw an oblique equal sign of nothing and nothing.

When he came out with a plate, I smelled the fragrance and my brain was spinning fast. I'll immediately consider changing the skewed equal sign to approximately equal. It's a good thing I didn't say it, otherwise I would be humiliated. I'm over forty years old, and an old face can't stand the toss. Besides, I don't want to save face by dying for the time being. Look at it and think about it. I'm so fucking happy to be alive.

After eating this meal, Uncle Tian immediately established a profound revolutionary friendship with us. When he came home, he looked like an old girl with yellow flowers, and the fat man stood at the door to see him off. I feel familiar with it. I think it's Zhu Mao and Jinggangshan. That sincere smile, that overflowing enthusiasm, can't take away half a holiday.

At that moment, Uncle Tian forgot the disappointment of not seeing the central air conditioner; At that moment, the fat man forgot the new revenge of Uncle Tian's grandson who ate the last piece of meat.

What a good parallelism sentence.

What? You said the parallelism should be more than three sentences? I don't care. I'm getting old. I can't hear you.

In the evening, the fat man closed the door and criticized Uncle Tian and his little grandson for their heinous crimes-mainly meat. I turned my face to look at the stuffy oil bottle, and after confirming that he was not listening, I began to stay unscrupulously. However, superficial kung fu still needs to be done, giving the fat man a field. People are such things. As long as they have that thing, yes, they always face single dog with a sense of tolerance and love.

Fat people are a little careful, but they don't really care about an old man and a child. It's just mouth addiction and bad breath. I know, and I didn't take it seriously. In short, I just agreed with him. So I didn't care what he said, so I replied, "Oh, by the way, old Tian Zhen is fucking shameless."

As a result, the fat man said that his last sentence said that the chicken cooked by his brother was really delicious and asked me if I had eaten it privately. "Fat people don't care about you, Xiao Wu, please repeat this sentence."

In fact, Tian Shu is not a bad person. He gave us something after taking advantage of something. But he is an old man. What can we do for him? We just dare not accept him.

Xiaohua finally didn't get central air conditioning. His reason is that the cost is too high and uneconomical. And warned me not to get carried away just because I became the matriarch of the Zhang family, but to remember history and be diligent in managing the family. In order not to let me fall into the abyss of decadent capitalist life, or to pull me back from the abyss, he gave me a hand-cranked fan with a pink hair dryer in the middle. I know this. In order to avoid becoming a greasy middle-aged and elderly person, I always keep pace with the times. Even though I really like soaking my feet.

I have been to online celebrities, that is, online celebrities. I took it away early the next morning. It is very chic to drive dangerously with one hand on the handle. I used to think it was boring, but it's interesting to live like this.