"Chicken manure is exchanged for green onions!" shouts came from the alley.

"Can chicken manure be exchanged for onions?" After hearing this, I was confused and turned around and ran out.

Standing in the alley and looking south, I saw Hong Yangniang. She has always been kind and approachable. She is my favorite sister-in-law. I saw her waving her hand and calling to the onion farmer. The onion farmer was pushing a big wheelbarrow.

There is a large flat basket lying on both sides of the cart, with bright green green onions stacked on the middle horizontal shelf. Rows of green onions stand against the backdrop of the green-gray earthen walls and tan wooden carts. The poles are white and the leaves are green and green.

The two of them bargained for a while. The onion farmer unloaded a flat basket from the cart, carried a large scale, and followed his sister-in-law into her house.

I walked closer, leaned against the door frame of her house and looked in. I saw the onion farmer holding a shovel, shoveling out piles of chicken manure from the chicken coop and putting it into a flat basket. After the flat basket was full, the two of them

Lift the scale, calculate the accounts, and hand over the green onions of equal value to the sister-in-law.

The onion farmer pushed the wheelbarrow and left. My sister-in-law smiled and plucked off a green onion leaf as she walked. She wiped the dust with her fingers and put it into her mouth. She chewed it sweetly and looked at her devouring it.

My saliva overflowed unconsciously.

I like to eat green onions. They taste fragrant and spicy. They taste best when eaten raw. I can eat a big piece of steamed bread with green onions. I hurried home before the onion farmer left.

"Mom, let's exchange chicken manure for onions!" I yelled.

My mother ran out quickly, called to the onion farmer, and led him to the abandoned chicken coop at my house. I followed happily, excitedly, like a little tail they were swaying around.

"Is it an abandoned chicken coop?" The onion farmer looked at the chicken coop, but did not see any chickens. The mother nodded, and while Xiao Huang was not in the coop, she took the two puppies aside and said, "Dig."

Bar."

The onion farmer stretched out his shovel and lifted up the skin on the ground of the chicken coop. He shook his head in disappointment and continued digging down, still finding layers of loess.

"This chicken coop has been abandoned for a long time. The surface is covered with yellow mud deposited by rain. I can't have this kind of 'chicken manure'," the onion farmer said coldly.

I looked at the chicken coop. Indeed, the top of the chicken coop was full of holes here and there. The wooden strips and reed poles were all broken. The mud painted on it had long been washed away by the rain, forming a thick layer at the bottom of the chicken coop.

Thick loess.

"Then if you dig deeper, there should be something underneath." Mother said.

"No more digging, the quantity is so small, it's not worth it." The onion farmer waved his hand and left. I felt a cold wind blowing, and my heart felt cold and sour. I felt guilty about the chicken coop more than I longed for fresh onions.

"Let me take your brother and sister to visit," my mother said. I think she wanted me to forget about chicken manure and fresh onions as soon as possible.

My mother walked in front, and my sister and I followed behind. I was a little listless. My mother took us to the second uncle's house, the sixth uncle's house, and then to grandma's house. Grandma's house faces south and north, and the third uncle lives opposite the door.

This house is bigger, and this house is smaller, forming a small courtyard. After walking out of the door of grandma's house, my mother glanced across the way. The third uncle's door was open, dark and silent, like the entrance of a kiln that had been abandoned for many years. My mother

After just one glance, he pulled us away quickly.

The third uncle's name is Zhang Zuqing. He is 49 years old and has not yet married. He lives alone. He has a weird temper and has little contact with his brothers. However, he is very close to his eldest aunt and second aunt. We can't figure him out.

"Let's go and play at your third grandpa's house." My mother said as she walked out of the gate of the small courtyard and passed by the third grandpa's house.

The third grandma died not long ago, and the third grandpa always seemed lonely and lonely. He stayed at home all day long. I went to his house to play, and according to what my mother expressed, she wanted to comfort him. The third grandpa’s teeth were all gone, and his lower lip and nose were all gone.

They were crowded together, like a round bun with many pleats and collapsed. When we stepped into the house, he was drinking tea at a small table in the main room. When he saw us coming, the third grandfather reluctantly stood up to say hello.

"Wait a minute, let me get some good things for my grandson." After pouring tea for his mother, the third grandfather got up and walked towards a bamboo basket hanging on the beam. He stood on tiptoes and groped inside for a long time.

, took out a fried dough stick, tore off half of it, turned around and handed it into my hand.

For my family at that time, fried dough sticks were a luxury product and a delicacy in the world. I was reluctant to eat them and took small bites.

"Is it delicious?" Third Grandpa leaned down and asked me with a smile.

"It's delicious." I lowered my head and replied.

My sister looked at me and then at Third Grandpa, her mouth squirmed in anticipation. But Third Grandpa had no intention of giving her fried dough sticks. My sister couldn't bear it any longer and quickly stretched out a thin hand to mine.

of fried dough sticks.

With a "pop" sound, the third grandfather's strike was like lightning, and he slapped her little hand hard.

"How can a bear girl eat fried dough sticks? How dare you rob her?" Third Grandpa criticized.

My sister cried. The happier I was eating, the sadder she cried. My mother quickly grabbed our hands, said a few perfunctory words and went home.

It was evening, the sky was dark, the moon hanging in the sky was also dim, and the stars were twinkling, as if they would be blown out by the wind at any time. My mother went to light the lamp, but sighed, there was no kerosene.

"Xiaoqiang, go to your aunt's house to buy kerosene." Mother handed me a wine bottle and stuffed me with a dime.

Shungu's family ran a small dealership. In my impression, Shungu was a great person in our village. The small dealership she opened had all kinds of items, which greatly exceeded my imagination. At that time, I didn't know what the world was like.

A chairman once said, in my eyes, Aunt Shun is the concept of the chairman. It is said that we and Aunt Shun are relatives, but I don’t know where they came from. Aunt Shun has five daughters, and the eldest is already a teenager.

"I'm not going!" I raised my head and looked at my mother with two unconfident black and white eyes. I'm fine beating chickens and dogs at home, but I give everything else for free. I go to my employer's house to ask for a green onion, and I go to my west's house to borrow it.

My sister usually does the cooking work. She can get in at anyone's door and answer anyone's questions. But tonight, my sister ran out to play. When I thought about having to deal with people, I shrank into my shell, and my heart was filled with excitement.

"Peng" jumped straight up, like a turtle facing a powerful enemy.

Besides, Shun Gu, who runs the dealership, doesn't seem to like me. She makes fun of me every time, making me blush and unable to get off the stage. It makes me feel like I have nowhere to hide, so I regret going there every time, even though she gives me extra money every time.

I eat sweets or snacks. My mother once told me that Shun Gu was very powerful. Under her discipline, the eldest daughter Zhang Ling could steam steamed buns at the age of fifteen.

One time, Shun Gu took the whole family to work in the fields. It was almost noon, and Shun Gu arranged for her eldest daughter Zhang Ling to go home first and steam the steamed buns. Sister Ling steamed the steamed buns while singing, imitating the way her mother steamed various animals with dough during the Chinese New Year.

The steamed buns were all steamed into various animal shapes. Sister Ling was ingenious and the animals she carved were lifelike. After covering the pot and burning it over high fire for fifteen minutes, she simmered it for another ten minutes. She happily waited for everyone to come back and gathered around together.

He praised her craftsmanship in front of the pot.

At noon, the sun was scorching hot, and Shun Gu was sweating profusely. She led everyone into the house. Sister Ling happily led Shun Gu to the pot.

"Dang, dang, dang." She laughed and opened the lid of the pot, stretching her arms towards the pot full of "animals" with their teeth and claws splaying, waiting for her mother's verbal reward.

"What the hell is this thing steaming?" Shungu became furious when she saw it, grabbed a hot "pigeon" and threw it in the eldest daughter's face, "Others are tired in the fields.

It’s hard work, but you’re just having fun at home. If you do that again, I’ll beat you to death!”

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Go ahead. After buying kerosene, you can also buy a few pieces of candy." Mother said and handed me another five cents. At that time, a piece of candy cost only one penny, and five cents was five pieces of candy. I spent a year

They couldn't even eat a few pieces of candy. In that era when things were scarce, candy was a luxury for children.

"Then I won't go either!" Even though my mouth was watering with saliva at the thought of candy, I didn't want to go.

"You're such a bastard," my mother taunted me. "You wish you were half as good as your sister." She sighed, "Wait at home, I'll buy it myself." She left, and I
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