Things about village flowers

"Haha, come home, come home! I'm back again!"My father suddenly laughed.

I was happy for a moment. I turned around and glanced at my father sitting in the back seat. I saw him looking down at his hometown village on the left front outside the window of the jeep, smiling from ear to ear. His eyes were full of laughter. He is as curious and bright as a child, and his hometown is always so novel and attractive to him.

The jeep bumps along the bumpy country road to the southeast toward Hexi, a neighboring village across the river from his hometown of Zhaozhuang. In Lingjiahezi Village, sitting in a car is like sitting in a sedan. It is bumpy and bumpy. The car cannot go fast at all. It bounces around a little faster. I wish I could have the wheels hanging in the air. I have to hold on to something to sit firmly. Otherwise, there is no guarantee that your head will not be bruised and bloody. This is no exaggeration.

"Alas, after so many years, this road is still like this! I don't know how to smooth it out."My father grabbed the door handle with one hand and supported the back of the passenger seat where I was sitting with the other hand, shook his head and complained.

"Secretary Ling, why do I feel that this road has never been maintained and has not changed much after several years?"The driver Xiao Wang turned around and said to his father

"well……"The father looked at the road leader and sighed, and said,"In a word, poor! Road construction may seem inconspicuous, but in fact it is the most expensive. It is not easy to get a few dollars in rural areas. Money can only be spent wisely. Roads like this , as long as it can run on the tractor, it will be used, but it is not prepared for us to run on the small car."

I couldn't help laughing after hearing this, and my father patted me on the shoulder and said, I know how to laugh (I did laugh a lot along the way. (Open), you grew up in sweet water, so you know the hardships of farmers. The driver nodded in approval. He was a farmer himself. After being demobilized from the army, he worked as a small car driver for the county party committee for five or six years.

In the blink of an eye, the car drove into Lingjiahezi Village. This village is less than half a mile away from the hometown of Zhaozhuang. The two villages have always been closely related. They are closely related and it is difficult to tell each other. The appearance of the villages is almost the same. Arriving at this village is like arriving. hometown

"Haha, we’re home! We'll be home after crossing the river!"My father still looked down at the car and smiled. When he met the elderly passing by, he would nod to him. The elders would also wave to the car and smile in response. They seemed to know his father. Many of them wanted to sit at his father's house. Some even directly call their fathers nephew, uncle, or even grandpa, which has changed several generations at a time. There is no way that it is like this in my hometown,"absolutely based on seniority." My father is still quite famous in this area, and everyone knows it. Zhaozhuang has a big cadre like my father in the county, which is even better than before. The county magistrate has arrived.

The smile on my father’s face has not stopped since he took a taxi and turned to the country road heading to his hometown. I took the opportunity to joke with him, making him laugh from time to time. It was rare to see him like this.

The car quickly drove into the small river between the two villages. There was no bridge on the river, so the car could only wade through the water, although the bumps were larger. But it feels more comfortable than walking on the trail. The river bed is covered with thick golden sand. People usually cross the river by stepping on more than a dozen large stones in the water. The stones have been ground into pebbles after hundreds of years of treading. You must be careful when crossing the river. If you are not careful, your feet will slip and you will fall into the water. Fortunately, the water is not deep, and the deepest part is only up to your knees.

"When money is available in the future, the two villages can jointly build a bridge here, which will be much more convenient."My father looked at the river and said

"Then you have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse! ?"I said disapprovingly. In fact, I think it's good just like this. It's not fun to just cross over after building the bridge. Because we love playing with water. Every time we crossed the river, we would go into the water to catch fish and shrimps, and we always got something. I caught bigger silver carp, grass carp, etc., and took it home to my grandma to cook fish. It tasted extremely delicious, and I caught it with my own hands. The car was swaying like a drunk, and I finally drove out of the river beach and climbed up the river embankment. I still I didn't sit there enough. I really wish the river was wider, but unfortunately it was only thirty or forty meters away. As soon as I crossed the river embankment, my father's eyes widened even more. He held the backs of the two cars with both hands, his neck stretched so long, and his cheeks were all stretched. It's close to my face, and the thick beard stings me from time to time. I can see every plant and tree in my hometown in Hedong. If I had known better, I would have let my father sit where I am, so that I can have a better view. It’s spacious and you won’t get tired of seeing it.

When the car passed the nearly 100-meter-wide private vegetable garden in the west of the village, my father pointed to me not far to the right and said, look, the best place for vegetables to grow is your grandfather’s vegetable garden. The ground. I said, I know. I often come with my grandparents to pick vegetables and tend the vegetable garden. The radish in that field is so delicious, spicy, sweet and crispy. I even eat it as fruit. Haha, you kid is still here You are good at eating. I will come over and pull out some radishes when I have time and take them home to eat. Dad, I think this grandpa has thought of it a long time ago and will definitely pull out a bag of radishes for you and take it back. My father smiled and nodded after hearing this. At home, whenever it was the radish harvest season, my grandfather would always prepare some fresh radishes to take back to the city to eat. As soon as the car entered the village, my father hugged the back of my seat and looked eastward at the gate of my grandfather’s house deep in the village road. Ask me for directions:

"Hey, tell me, what is your sister doing now?"

"Well," I looked at my watch and said,"It's already past five o'clock now, and I'm probably busy cooking with my grandma, right?"My sister doesn't do any work at home. She almost pours the oil bottle without holding it. But every time she returns to her hometown, she is extremely diligent and seems to be a different person.

"Ah, she is so diligent! ?"My father was surprised

"Yeah, but her diligence depends on the location and the occasion. She can only go back to her hometown, haha."I said and couldn't help laughing.

"Well, that’s a good sign too!"The father nodded and said,"It seems that we will have to let her go back to her hometown more in the future, haha."After saying that, my father sat back and smiled.

"Yes, you have to go back to your hometown and reform through labor!"I turned back and glanced at my father and said

""Hey," my father patted me on the shoulder and said,"That's a bad choice of words!" What kind of reform is not about the landlords and rich rebels and the evil rightists."

The driver and I both laughed when we heard this. The car roared loudly and climbed uphill along the village road to the east. While chatting and laughing, we arrived at the gate of my grandfather's house.

My father was the first to get out of the car, and his movements were quicker than mine. Not surprising, my father had been a soldier and fought in the war. As soon as the car turned off, I heard my sister’s sharp and hearty laughter coming from the courtyard of my grandfather’s house. My father opened his eyes wide again, and rushed to the door with a smile on his face. He pushed open the heavy solid wood door, but did not rush in immediately or shout loudly. Instead, he looked back at me with a mysterious smile and motioned me to be quiet, then bowed and walked forward slowly. , as if he was afraid of stepping on a landmine, he quietly walked into the yard. I could see that he wanted to make a surprise attack on my sister!