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In the village next to my home, there is a messenger who is not young and has traveled for twenty or thirty years.

He studied in a private school. When he was old, he went out to run the pier, hit a wall several times and came back as a messenger. He became a postman for another reason.

There is an old messenger in the village. Once, a girl from a family in the village was getting married. The girl's father made a living in Shanghai and asked an old messenger to bring two pieces of red silk. The old messenger was about to give a gift to a distant relative, so he cut a narrow red silk and tied it on the gift. It looked good. I didn't expect Shanghai to send someone home with a message, saying that after receiving HongLing, I would like to see if there are small circles on both ends to prevent the letter from being cheated. This time, the old messenger stumbled and his scandal spread in four towns at once. The family members who asked him to bring things before are recalling doubts, as if everything in his family came from deduction. But his home is shabby and gloomy, and there is nothing of value.

The old messenger was confused and looked sad. He picked up the scissors to cut HongLing and stabbed himself in the hand. The next day, he found the young man who had just returned from Shanghai in the same village with his scarred hands. As soon as I entered the door, I said, "My reputation has been ruined, but this country can't live without believers."

For two whole days, the old messenger told him in a low voice that people from four nearby villages were outside, how to find the doors of each village and how to get to everyone's residence in the city. When it comes to several routes in the city, it is very difficult to draw patterns on paper. The young man doesn't even know most people who go out to make a living. Old letters chatted, compared and even introduced their temper habits.

Having said that, the old messenger told him which small hotels he could stay in along the way and which waiter in the hotel he could trust. There is also eating everywhere, which stall has the thickest pie, and which small shop can buy rice without buying food.

From beginning to end, young people did not agree to take over. But after listening to the old man talk so much and in such detail, he won't refuse any more. The old man's last exhortation was to clap Yang Yang's hand and say, "A letter is a letter. Don't be like me." .

The young man thought of the old man's future life and said that he would help him if he earned money. The old man said, "no, I went to the cemetery to make a living." I stink, and you will stink next to me. "

The old messenger was originally a person and never returned to the village.

After the young messenger went on the road, they met with inquiries about the old messenger along the way. I have always known him during my difficult journey. The wandering wanderer waited for his footsteps year after year. Now, he is hiding in a broken thatched cottage on the edge of a mountain cemetery. He can't sleep every night, can't open his eyes in the dark, and vaguely thinks about docks, boats and shadows.

When it is windy and rainy, he will get up, stand by the doorframe for a while, and secretly tell young believers to be careful along the way.

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Young believers are getting older. He always suffers from stomach trouble and rheumatism. When he commits a crime, he will think of old believers. The old man said everything. Why didn't he mention these two diseases? By the way, take care of your family and bring some food to the cemetery. He has been there several times himself, and the old man forced him to talk about the changes and news of various docks. There are always more bad things than good things. Let's sigh together. If their conversation can be recorded, it must be the historical materials of modern urban and rural changes in China that historians are very interested in. It's a pity that this is a mountain. It happened that the two of them floated away immediately, and there was only a strong mountain wind outside the hut.

Xin can't go to see the old man often. He is too busy and spends too much time on the road. As soon as he got home, he was busy spreading letters and things like that, and he would collect what he took out next time. All this requires him to be present in person, check it with his own hands, and let others wait when he goes to see the old man.

When the messenger comes back to the village, his family is always crowded. Most of them are not here to send and receive letters and things, but just to watch the excitement and see how promising people from all walks of life are and what rare things they have brought. In the eyes of farmers, there are envy and jealousy; Much more comparison, contempt and ridicule. These eyes are the scores of rural adventurers in China. These eyes are a thousand-year-old homeland's exploration of the city.

Finally, a woman came and whispered to the messenger, "Take care of him and bring things back several times. Don't break them." "You tell him, those goods can't stay in Shanghai? I'm a woman's house. What if a robber comes and a thief comes ... "The messenger nodded calmly. He has seen too much and understands all this. The ups and downs of honor and disgrace in the city shake the long-term dull rural nervous system, which is the most sensitive nerve endings.

A man who made a living in the city suddenly got a sudden illness, which often happened in those years. When the recipient hears the news of the fellow villagers in the city, he will rush to arrange the funeral and sort out the relics on behalf of his family. Back in the country, he hit a black umbrella with the handle facing forward and walked to the home of the deceased. People who reported their deaths in the countryside were hung upside down by black umbrellas. As soon as the villagers saw it, they knew another guest had died in another country. When he came to the dead man's house, the messenger looked sad and told the bad news that he had been thinking for a long time along the way in a euphemistic tone. The poor family will suddenly cry and faint. He can't leave. Help comfort them. There will be some peasant women who hate the city and going out with their teeth clenched, and even hate the messenger, treating him as the ghost of death and yelling loudly. He can only look down at his eyes and disturb Nuo Nuo.

In the afternoon, he will send the relics of the dead again, which is even more dangerous. Rural women will regard this pile of simple relics as the price of their husbands' lives, and almost no one believes that there is only this little. A sword of doubt shot from the red rim of the eye, and the recipient felt uncomfortable all over, as if he had done something wrong. He had to report quietly on the handling of the funeral in Shanghai. Rural women don't understand Shanghai society at all, and cross-examination often makes him unable to answer.

It was not until he sweated several times and paid a lot of sins that he walked out of the dead man's house with a bad face. Can he stop doing this? I can't. What did you say?/Sorry? I'm also a fellow villager. Can I show some nostalgia? Old believers say that this country cannot live without believers. To be a messenger, you have to bear the burden of life and death and run back and forth. All people who go out to the suburbs to make a living pile their blood, sweat and tears on his shoulders.

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Letters and visitors can read and write letters on their behalf. If there is nothing urgent, please leave a message. There is always something ominous to write. Women complain with tears and snot in the guest's house, and the guest spreads out the paper, polishes the ink and thinks about the sentence. He always put endless grievances and urgent emergencies in elegant sentences, solemnly packed them in envelopes, and then personally took towards the distant with a broken and anxious heart.

Once, he walked into a family in the city with a bitter letter and saw that the recipient who had made a fortune had lived with another woman. He went forward and backward twice, hesitating whether to take out the letter. The villagers who made a fortune knew that his coming would be bad, deliberately pretended not to know him and asked him sharply who he was. This angered him and immediately raised the letter and shouted, "This is your wife's letter!" " "

The letter was opened by the fashionable girl, who cried and shouted after reading it. When a fellow villager can't get off the stage, he says he is a burglar, and taking out a fake letter is just a trick to get out. In order to calm the woman's crying, the fellow villagers slapped him hard and sent him to the patrol room.

He explained his identity to the police officer and took out the addresses of many other fellow villagers as proof. The summoned fellow villagers raised funds to bail him out and asked him why. He only said that he was confused and went to the wrong house. He didn't want to leave a shadow on his fellow villagers living abroad.

When he went home this time, he immediately went to the grave of an old believer to burn incense. The old man has been dead for many years. He knelt at the grave and begged the old man to forgive him: he would never be a messenger again. He said: "This road is getting more and more dangerous. I can't hold on any longer."

He explained to the villagers that his legs and feet were uncomfortable and he could not walk long distances. Someone's family was in a panic for a while, looking for new customers everywhere, but they couldn't find them.

Only when people think of all his benefits, they often bring him bowls of food and snacks, and then let him bother to find ways to communicate.

Fortunately for these villages, the fellow villagers who slapped the city messenger suddenly became kind. Later, the man made a fortune, and the fashionable girl left him immediately after reading the letter. He learned from other villagers that the messenger didn't speak ill of him, and he was deeply moved by the news that the messenger had been idle at home since then. He went back to his hometown once, first went to the county post office to put money to intercede, and asked them to set up an agency in the town's Xiaonan goods store, proposing that the recipient should undertake the matter.

After all this was done, he went home to express condolences to his neighbors, and personally went to the guest's home to quietly apologize and asked him to accept the postal service on his behalf. The messenger was very respectful to him and asked him not to remember the past. As for handling postal services, there are people in Xiaonan Commodity Store who are in poor health, Mary. He didn't take the money from his hometown, but only received some gifts.

Since then, a green mailbox has been hung at the door of Xiaonan Cargo Store, and the parcel has been mailed. These villages are connected with the city.

Letters began to write letters for a living. He wrote many letters. His life in the countryside is very ordinary.

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Two years later, several private schools merged into a primary school, using new textbooks. Without a geography teacher, everyone thought of letters.

Letters vividly teach geography and the effect is wonderful. He doesn't know much about literacy, but he has traveled around for decades and wrote countless letters on his behalf. His actual education level is among the best among several teachers, and he takes no time to teach Chinese. He has a broad vision and can accommodate all kinds of new knowledge. What is more commendable is that he is well versed in the world and considerate, and soon became the backbone of this primary school. Before long, he became the principal of this primary school.

During his tenure as principal, the teaching quality of this primary school was second to none in the county. The proportion of graduates admitted to urban middle schools is also very high.

When he died, many people came to offer their condolences, many of whom came specially from other places. According to his last wish, his grave was built next to that of old believers. At this time, most villagers don't know who the old customers are and what their relationship is with the clients. To see, I also built a deformed grave.