My hometown is a village deep in the mountains, a typical post-80s generation. People of our generation, in addition to going to school every day, also need to bear some housework at home, and on weekends they have to go to the mountains to hunt pigweed and the like. But for us when we were young, chasing the road was the most passionate thing.
But trying to find a way out is not always successful. In our place, if we fail to drive out the road, it is called "moving out the hair". As a child at that time, everyone may have had the experience of being "caught in trouble" several times. Today I’m going to talk about an experience I had when I was a kid that failed. Even when I think about it now, I feel how miserable that experience was.
In our place, we have mountains at our back, so farmers have developed the habit of relying on the mountains to eat from the mountains.
Around the fifth month of the lunar calendar, Gastrodia begins to sprout in the mountains. For farmers in the mountains, this is a gift from nature and an important way for farmers in the mountains to generate income. Many farmers in our village will go up the mountain to dig out Gastrodia elata. They bring a whole day's food, a small hoe (a tool for digging out Gastrodia elata), put on a raincoat, and a snakeskin bag on their waist. They go up the mountain early in the morning. . Stay in the mountains for a whole day, looking for wild Gastrodia elata.
Around the Dragon Boat Festival, it is also the time for rice transplanting here. The school provides farm holidays , but there are very few fields in our mountains. My parents have already planted the rice seedlings, and there is nothing to be busy with at home. During that time, my father had to go up the mountain to collect gastrodia almost every day.
The farm vacation usually lasts three to five days, and there is very little homework. I stayed at home all day with nothing to do, so I just thought about going to the mountains to dig Gastrodia elata with my father. But my father said nothing to allow it, saying that there was heavy dew in the mountains, and it was the Dragon Boat Festival, so there were more snakes, insects, ants, and .
For me at that time, as long as I knew one thing, there was no difficulty that could stop me. Even though my parents disagreed, I was thinking about Xiao Jiujiu in my heart. Judging from my past experiences with chasing people, as long as I followed them for a while, my father would acquiesce and let me come with him if he had no other choice.
At around five o'clock in the morning, my father got up and started preparing things for the mountain. And I woke up quietly, fell asleep on the bed, and watched secretly. Until I heard the door creak, I knew my father had gone out.
So I got up quickly, packed up in twos and twos, ran to the woodshed, picked up the small sickle I had hidden the day before, and ran out along the path in the village. At five or six o'clock in the morning, the mountain village was very quiet, there was no one around, and I felt a little scared. Holding the sickle tightly, he quickly ran towards the entrance of the village.
I chased him all the way to the entrance of the village, but my father was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he was walking too fast, I thought to myself, so I chased him along the winding path towards the mountain. On the hillside, I could vaguely see what seemed to be someone's figure at the top of the mountain pass. I quickly quickened my pace and caught up with him in big strides.
When I caught up to the pass, the figure had disappeared and seemed to have gone further. I kept chasing along the path in the mountain, thinking: "If I climb two more mountains, I will call my dad, and he will definitely not drive me home!" I just chased along the path in the mountain, and kept walking. , and the figure in front of me never seems to be too far away from me.
Fortunately, I grew up in the mountains and am used to the rugged mountain roads. After climbing two mountains in a row, I was exhausted and out of breath. But I saw the figure in front of me also stopped, sitting on a stone to rest, and seemed to be drinking water.
I shouted loudly: "Dad, wait for me!" The voice in the mountains can be heard far away. The figure on the stone stood up and looked towards me.
I didn’t dare to rest and ran over quickly.Getting closer and closer, but I discovered a problem. I seemed to have recognized the wrong person. This was not my father, but the father of Murao Erhu! I was stunned!
I saw Erhu’s father asking: “Uncle, where is my father?” Erhu’s father said: “We are not together, your father seems to have gone to Laowangding (name of place) today!”
When I heard it, I knew It’s over! Lao Wangding went out from the end of the village, but I chased him out from the entrance of the village. They were completely opposite.
And because farmers in the mountains go to the mountains to collect gastrodia elata, they are basically all dressed in the same uniform. In the morning when it is not completely bright, it is easy to not be able to tell them apart. And I have chased Erhu's father over two or three hills in a row, and I haven't had breakfast, so now I am simply tired and hungry.
Erhu's father smiled and said, "Go back to the village quickly! I'm going up the mountain!" Then he turned around and left!
You can imagine how disappointed a teenage child feels when he is tired and hungry in the mountains and is with the wrong person.
I had no choice but to turn around and walk back to the village along the way I came. When
came, I was focused on keeping up with my father and didn't think anything of it, but now I suddenly felt that the road back to the village was so long. Moreover, the dew in the mountains in the early morning was very heavy, and the entire trouser legs were completely wet, which made it very uncomfortable to stick to the body.
just walked slowly towards the village. There is a saying in the mountains, "It's easier to go up the mountain than it is to go down the mountain." There is also a saying, "Looking at the mountain will kill the horse." It was really like this. I suddenly felt that the road in the mountains was particularly difficult to walk. Maybe I suddenly lost the goal I was pursuing. I felt that the road had become so long. I didn’t return to the village until almost noon. When
arrived home, there was no one at home. I took a ladle of water and drank it. Then I went to the kitchen, but there was nothing to eat in the kitchen! What should I do? I feel like my chest is touching my back now.
I'll go to the fat guy's house next door and ask.
So I turned around and went to the neighbor’s house. The fat boy seemed to have just gotten up and was being scolded by his mother. The little chubby mother was surprised when she saw me and said, "Didn't you go to Laowang Ding with your father to dig out Gastrodia elata?" I said, "That's wrong. I chased Erhu's father away!"
Little Fatty's mother laughed so hard that she said, "Your mother went to the market, and she said you didn't want to go to the market, so you and your father went to collect gastrodia! ”
I feel like the sky is falling! Going to the market is more fun than digging for Gastrodia elata. There are not only many fun things in the market, but also many delicious ones! Why did I do such a thing!
This is the most unlucky experience I have ever had. Although I didn’t get beaten or scolded this time, I feel that my world has become imperfect!
Dear friend, tell me, did you have any experience of being forced to follow the road when you were a child?
