This article describes three games I often played when I was a child, and people and things in the game.
When we were young, we started playing "squeezing oil" in winter.
Every night, outside the primary school gate at the intersection, more and more children gather. Everyone was wearing bloated coarse cotton jackets and trousers, chasing and fighting each other. After more than a dozen people gathered, they spontaneously divided into two groups, and the older children led the command, kicking off the "squeezing oil".
The south wall of primary school is relatively flat. The two groups of people were tightly pressed against the wall, and the two of them leaned against their arms in front and back. Everyone leaned forward, sticking their butts, legs and feet were vigorous, and clamoring to squeeze in the middle. After a while, someone was squeezed out, and the one who squeezed out quickly ran back to the back of his team and continued to squeeze.
If the power gap between the two sides is large and one side squeezes the other side to keep retreating, the other side will be relieved and loose. The game is over, and the victory and loss are clear. Sometimes the strength of the two sides is not as good as the top and bottom, and the force is evenly matched, and no one shows any sign of retreat. After a while, the people in the middle of the two sides can no longer hold on, so they squeezed out and the teams of the two sides dispersed. This is a draw.
Squeeze oil not only to strive for strength, but also depends on the team's cooperation, skills and momentum. Children naturally understand these simple truths during the game. Games like
are also dangerous. When we played it, we almost killed everyone once.
One night, many children gathered outside the primary school gate, and everyone started to squeeze in oil again. As I squeezed, I got closer to the center. The two sides shouted and squeezed forward, the scene was lively and they squeezed toward orgasm. Suddenly someone pulled out in the middle, then someone fell down, and then someone fell down, and I fell down too. Maybe everyone thought it was fun, and people from both sides pounced on them, and even those who were not participating in the oil squeezing and watching and shouting while watching, the people rushed up, forming a "people mountain".
Fortunately, I was on the outer edge of the "people mountain". The middle of the bottom is my fifth uncle, one year younger than me, and he is the thinnest in the oil-squeezing team. He was pressed down, crying and screaming, and I kept shouting. But our crying was useless at all, and the people above pressed down with louder momentum.
is about to die, but when an adult scolded, "It's crushing people to death, it's crushing people to death, get up quickly." When the people above heard this, they felt something was wrong and stood up and ran away.
The few children below us stood up. When I saw that the person who was scolding was the old man of our family, I shouted, "Uncle." Seeing that we were fine, the old man said solemnly: "You kids, don't squeeze the oil in the future."
From then on, I really didn't play this game again.
Decades have passed, and I have become the principal of a school. One day, a class teacher came to me and said that two students were fighting, one of them had a strong attitude towards learning and said that the principal was his brother, and asked me if I really had such a younger brother?
I became popular as soon as I heard this. How could I have a younger brother who went to school here? I felt something strange in my heart, so I asked the head teacher to understand it again. When the head teacher came back, he said that he was the son of "Fifth Uncle", but he was really a younger brother.
I told the head teacher, since it was my younger brother, and he was still very powerful, so I sent him home to reflect on him for a few days.
Two days later, "Uncle Five" sent the students to school and took them to my office. I looked at my "student brother". He hung his head and didn't say anything. This time he was honest and would never be strong again.
When the head teacher took away the "student brother", I and I had a family conversation. Uncle Wu has a few acres of orchard. He just built a new tile house and bought a tractor. His life is very prosperous. As I pulled it, I asked Uncle Wu if he still remembered the oil squeezing when he was a child? Uncle Wu joked, "Why don't you remember? I almost crushed you to death. If you didn't have to be so strong, you would have to take the exam and become a teacher."
Two years ago, I went home and met Uncle Wu and asked about my "student brother". He said, "It's your strict request. Your brother is working in Tianjin now." I asked again, "Uncle Wu, what are you doing now?" He said leisurely, "Let's play." Uncle Wu put his hands in the pocket of his casual jacket, and he looked so cool.
In addition to squeezing oil, there is another game we play more, which is to punch tiles.
is a game that can be played all year round, but children still have to pull weeds and pick up firewood in summer and autumn, and the time they can play is mainly in winter and spring.
After school in the afternoon, two friends with good relationships made an appointment to find a small stone that could stand up from around them, and then find a smaller stone. The big stone stood on the ground with a small stone on it, and drew a line a few meters away from the big stone. The two of them looked for another stone, stood outside the line, bowed their waists, held the stone in their hands, aimed at the small stone on the big stone, and hit each other once, whoever hit the small stone first would win the game. Sometimes it is difficult to play. People still stand outside the line, spread their legs, bent down with their backs facing the big stone, hold the stone in their hands, aiming at the big stone from the space between their legs under the crotch, hitting the big stone. This way of playing is even more fun.
is a game like tile. It is said that tile , so there is no tile tile. At that time, even tile tile was rare in rural areas, so I had to use small stones instead of tile tile.
You can also play with multiple people together when fighting tile, and sometimes you can enjoy it if you fight alone. There is no danger in tiling, and it is easy to find places. You can play when you think about it. Children who tiling can be seen at any time in the streets and alleys. Simple and easy to use, local materials, and can be played anywhere, bringing unlimited fun to children.
When I was a child, my partner who played the most with me was Xiaojie.
Xiaojie's home is in Sichuan. His father went to Sichuan to serve in the army, transferred to work in the local area and settled down. Xiaojie has five brothers and sisters, and he is the third brother. At that time, life in the countryside was difficult and life in the city was not good. Families with many children were not as good as those in rural areas. Xiaojie's father had a low salary, and he had five children, and not only had food and accommodation problems, but also couldn't take care of him, so he sent him to his aunt's house in my village. His aunt is the aunt who is very close to my house.
His aunt's son is the same age as him, only a few months older than him, and both of them are one year younger than me. For some reason, Xiaojie and I got along the best, and I played the most time, which was much more fun than my brother in his aunt's family.
In addition to playing tiles, Xiaojie and I also played another game when we were digging together in spring. Is it considered our invention? I can't say it is certain.
Spring is coming, and we carried grass baskets and took the little tiles to dig grass. On the way to dig grass, we played the game of throwing the little tiles. Each person beats the little head and throws it forward as he walks. When the little head is throwing it forward, the little head is beaten a few times. Whoever has the little head's blade stands on the ground will win. This game is simple and we feel endless fun.
Xiaojie stayed at his aunt's house for three years. When I was in junior high school, Xiaojie returned to Sichuan. One day before leaving, his aunt knew that I and him played together every day, so she specially made dumplings and invited Xiaojie and his cousin to eat dumplings.
We never met again later. I often think of him, his appearance, and the time I played with him.
Some time ago, I went back to my hometown. Xiaojiegu’s cousin met me. He quickly went home and got a can of stone mill pressed leek flowers and gave them to me. Seeing my brother so simple and enthusiastic, I felt warm. This is the taste of my hometown and the taste of my childhood. Then, I asked Xiaojie, and his cousin said that Xiaojie went back to high school and graduated from high school and was admitted to university. Now he works in Shijiazhuang, Hebei and is an engineer.
I think I am an engineer after graduating from college. After so many years, I should be a famous engineer. My good friend in this game must be successful now.
throwing outfits means throwing the ball, but the ball we threw at was not all kinds of balls now, and even small balls were rare at that time.
Why is the ball called the outfit? We didn’t know when we were young. A few days ago, I specifically studied it and learned that it may be related to "Ju". The football played in the ancient Cuju is called "联".
When we were young, we made the outfits we played ourselves.
Find a piece of rag or messy cotton from home, find some small stones to wrap inside, then find some old threads to wrap around the outside into a ball, and then sew tightly with needles and threads. For the sake of good looks, we also sew geometric textures with needles and threads.
In this way, our outfit will be ready.
Later, we also invented a dress, which uses the fruit beans that bloom and bear fruit from the Chinese Sophora tree, and is called the locust beans to make the dress. The skin of Huai Liandou is very sticky, and it will become even more sticky if it is smashed into mud. The sticky locust bean curd is made into a ball while throwing the sticky locust bean curd, which is a piece of clothing. If you want to play some tricks, you can put a hemp rope in the locust bean skin paste. When playing, hold the hemp rope in your hand and rotate it a few times, and then throw it out, which will be thrown further.
Making outfits has developed our brains and we feel happier when playing with homemade outfits.
throw outfits can be played by two people or multiple people, and can be played all year round. In the empty fields, on the wide streets, on the flat threshing field, people jumped to both sides and opened up the situation. Stop and catch as you go, and see who can throw it far and who can catch it.
The one who throws out the most clothes together is my second uncle. He is one year older than me and is also my closest neighbor. We were classmates from elementary school to middle school.
We often put our clothes in our schoolbags. After school in winter, we find a free piece of land, separate it to both sides, and throw it up. The second uncle is taller and more energetic than me. I lose more and win less.
went to middle school. We were not in the same class, and we were not in the same class, and we had fewer learning tasks. However, because of the game of throwing clothes together, our friendship has always been very good.
Graduated from high school, and the second uncle went to Zhengzhou as a soldier. In the third year of my work, I was transferred to my second uncle and I to teach after many twists and turns. I wonder how my second uncle knew about my transfer. One day, I received a package and opened it and found that it was a dozen books sent by my second uncle. I read it locally, and I like it all. Some of them I want to buy, but some of them still can’t be bought.
I read hungrily, with my second uncle's shadow shaking in front of me from time to time, thinking about the scene of throwing my outfits with me from time to time, and imagined the handsome image of the second uncle's soldier.
Two years later, the second uncle returned home after demobilized. Several years of military experience have broadened his horizons. He seized the opportunity of reform and opening up, first opened a hotel, then started timber transportation, and later set up a timber processing factory, and he became the "big boss" among our "little friends".
Today's second uncle has a factory, rich and even more grand.
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