My Star Teacher

The whole village is Suo.

The sudden appearance of such a village in this quiet mountain forest is really strange.

"This should be something that Murakami has done."

"Then shall we go?"

"Go, it shouldn't matter. Red and white things are normal. At this point, if you can go to the village and buy some food for food, the bread and bread you bring is really not good."

"It's not so good, people do white things."

There was a lot of discussion.

Finally, after a bit of research, the group still felt that they would go to the village to look at it. At first, the big guys didn’t want to eat dry food, but what they ate was not important. It’s not necessary to deal with dry food, even if you don’t have much water with you , Need to find a place to add.

A group of more than twenty people followed the road into the village.

There is an old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

Two Chinese rural dogs saw a group of people and started barking.

An old man came out of the village entrance.

"Who are you." The fellow spoke not Mandarin, the Hakka dialect of Nanchang. Fortunately, most of the writers who come today are native Nanchang natives. Although their accents are slightly different, they all understand and can speak.

"Fellow, we are the writers of the Provincial Writers Association. We went to the mountains to gather wind and pass by your village. I wanted to come to rest and buy some food and water."

The old man looked at the group and looked at each one well dressed, and most of them were not too young. They were not like bad guys, so they nodded and said, "OK, come in."

With that said, the old man drove away two Chinese rural dogs and led everyone into the house.

In the old house, the room was small, and it was a little dim. The house couldn't open its feet. Half the people stood outside and looked inward.

The night light went in. Looking around, it is a very ordinary old house. The objects in the house are a bit old. There is a long hall table in the hall. Those who have seen the old house in the countryside should have seen it. The photo is of an old grandmother, who should be the old man's wife. It is dedicated to a god's desk, incense burners are inserted in the incense burner, and candles and white candles are lit in front.

The old man brought out some old, black, but very solid long stools for everyone to sit down, but there are a few stools in the old man's house, and the big guys are not enough to sit.

The old man thought for a while, "Are you going to eat, are you?"

"Yes, yes, I don't know if it's inconvenient."

Old Hanton paused. Without answering, it was inconvenient. Instead, he asked, "Give me money?"

"Give, of course, how can you eat it for nothing."

Old man: "It's still a little better to eat."

"Everything!"

The old man nodded, "Just give the money, then go to the village ancestral hall, that is spacious, otherwise so many of you, our small family, will not be able to open it, go to the ancestral hall, that place is big and open, I will say hello The people in the village, let you pick it up together."

Everyone nodded and followed the old man in the direction of the ancestral hall.

Many ancestral temples in the countryside are multi-purpose, not just for worshiping ancestors. Many gatherings or dinners in the village are usually held in the ancestral hall.

There are already many villagers on the way to see the excitement.

The curious villager asked: "Old stubborn, what are you doing? Where do you bring so many people?"

The old stubborn head is the old man. "Here comes from outside. I thought of a meal in our village. They are crowded. I took them to the ancestral hall. You also greeted your mother-in-law to help."

Villagers: "Dine? Do you give money?"

Still waiting for the old stubborn to answer, if there is a writer, he would say first, "Give money, give money!"

The villager's eyes lit up, and quickly returned to the house, "Wife-in-law, come out soon, go to the ancestral hall, go to the ancestral hall!"

This situation has been staged several times along the way.

Some writers can't help but start whispering and whispering, "Every time you listen to money, your eyes will be reflective. With such enthusiasm, will we not be slaughtered for a while?"

"Shouldn't it..." The writer is not sure.

"I hope not, how long will it take for a while, don't be pitted."

"Well, beware of it. After a while, ask the price and ask for something."

A group of people followed the old man into some old ancestral hall. The entrance was a huge long sacred pedestal in the middle of the ancestral hall, which was filled with white candles, and they were all lit. Green smoke, scattered around the paper money.

Seeing this situation, some writers began to feel a little dazed, and a few female writers dared not come in.

The old stubborn obviously also knew what they were afraid of, explaining, “It’s okay, rest assured, there are no dead people in the village. Come in, I’m not going to let you come if you are really dead.”

Everyone was a little puzzled, what did this do if there were no dead people?What's the matter with Bai Ayasu, hanging from every household in the village?

The old stubborn did not take the initiative to say that everyone was not easy to ask questions, and went in with a scalp.

There is an open-air patio in the middle of the ancestral hall, the sunlight directly falls down, and the ancestral hall is very bright.

Then seven or eight men and village women also came, some carrying round tables, some carrying long stools, and erroneously set up three sets of tables. Seeing whether these tables and stools are new or old, they should not be a batch. It's quite old and a little black. It should have been the villagers who moved from themselves.

The two women wiped the tables and stools with a rag and greeted everyone to sit down, "Come and sit, don't be polite."

Everyone sat down one after another and walked the mountain road all morning. The big guy was indeed tired, one by one sitting on the stool and rubbing his sore legs.

The old stubborn head was talking with the villagers with a smile on his face. Many villagers gathered at the news, and some of them were holding large porcelain bowls for lunch and watching the far away.

"Er, Cuihua, you two have good craftsmanship. Let's take care of this meal today."

"Dog Eggs, Sanhua, Xiaoqi, you help fight. The other people have all the good things at home, show them to the guests what to eat, give money, go quickly."

"Everyone's hands and feet are quick, and it's not too early. I have to go up to see the girl in the afternoon."

Several villagers responded to their work, and some of the unnamed villagers stood still, and some turned around and left to go back for food.

The writers sat and waited for a while, chatting with fellow folks while waiting.

The fellows are not very good at words, and the strong folk voice reveals simplicity.

After some gossip, Ye Guang and others also got some understanding of this small mountain village.

The village is called Dutang Village. It is said that the origin of the name is because there is a pond in the middle of the village, so it is called Dutang. It is not big. There are only fifty families in the village. There is only one surname in the village. Middle-aged and old people, young people generally go out to work, they will not stay in the village, they are leaning on the mountain, but there is actually nothing in the attached mountain to feed them, mainly relying on cultivated land for their livelihood, so everyone in the village Not too ambitious, and even very poor.

After sitting for a while, fellows came over, carrying various things in their hands.

Luminous and the writers are dumbfounded.

Bacon, sausage, dried plate duck, Chinese cabbage, old hen, white duck, bamboo shoots, pumpkin, big carp.And what did the man resist?Such a big piece of ham?

Not to mention, the tired and hungry writers who walked all morning suddenly saw that these were really drooling.