Liu Mingcai, the 5th "Prose Selected Final Works" ｜ Catch the geese

Catch a wild goose

☆ Liu Mingcai

The story took place in the winter of 1974. I was in the fifth grade of elementary school and 12 years old.

My hometown is a typical Lunan Great Plain, Yellow Sand Earth, a characteristic: fat! Do not dry waterlogging or wet, dry and flooding, and do not put a little fertilizer. The seeds are placed on the pits to collect the crops. Two seasons a year: winter wheat, one season corn or big beans. Every year, after the Dragon Boat Festival, the mango seasons, a southwest wind scratched, the endless golden wheat waves are wider than the sea; after August 15th, the white dew, the green yarn, corn is like a hammer, soybeans shake the soybean shaking String bells ... Wealthy, there is a proverb circulating in this place: Nanjing to Beijing is not as good as Huangsha Star in Huanglu (my hometown)! Yellow sand stars are the yellow sand here. You think you are wealthy here, even Nanjing and Beijing are not as good as the people who deserve this place to enjoy blessings.

There is also a kind of soil on the Lunan Great Plain, black chlorine soil, dark, hard, and sticky. , One season corn or beans. Therefore, we are the famous "hometown of garlic". The first garlic in the world is produced here and can prevent cancer. Our hometown is the lowest incidence of cancer in the world. Due to this black chlorine soil, it also won the famous "Lunan Battle", Chiang Kai -shek's famous mechanized ace 26th Division was buried in black chlorine soil. In the battle, there was a drizzle, and the car of the mechanized forces was stuck by the black chlorine soil.

The story takes place in the vast black chlorine land in the East Lake in my hometown.

"I have to go nine, and go south." This means that the geese fly south; The farm proverb: "Ninety -two nine -nine nine -nine -nine -nine -nine -nine -nine -nine -nine -nine -ninety river watched willow, seven or nine rivers opened, eight nine goose, nine full poplar flying." We catch the wild goose. When nine ", it just entered the winter at this time. At this time, the Lunan Great Plain is a huge green carpet, wheat seedlings green, garlic seedlings green oil. Da Yan Road came down here to eat, eat wheat seedlings!

Looking at it from a distance, a large goose, blue tile, like a small sheep, eat wheat seedlings. It is very difficult to seize them. They are not close, and they fly away. They are very vigilant and there are stand -out whistles. After they were full, they rose, sometimes in line, and sometimes rowed into adult characters. Many times I look at it quietly, and the geese brought my thoughts far and far ...

I planned for a long time and wanted to grab a wild geese!

This is a method I taught me in our village. In the autumn, a small melon grows in the corn field of the Lunan Greater Plain, like table tennis, commonly known as "Maba". I checked a lot of information and couldn't figure out whether these two words. "Mabe" comes out with a string of one by one, and there are more than a dozen strings. They are familiar with incense and fragrance. The girl and the boy picked it in the schoolbag and smelled the fragrance. After receiving "Mal", drying it, the aroma was tangy, and it was preserved. In winter, a small snow was needed, and the wheat seedlings only exposed a little pointed child outside, and the geese couldn't eat. String the "Malb" with a hemp rope and throw it into the wheat field to catch the wild goose!

That autumn, I received half a basket of "Maba", dried it on the window sill, packed in a plastic bag, and hid under the bed. When the weather was reaching nine, the geese began to fly south, and I looked forward to snowing. As soon as I opened the door that day, there was a layer of snow in the yard. It was Sunday, and my heart began to pound. Hurry up and find "Mal", stealing the two hemp ropes of the soles of the mother, two skewers of "Malb", finding two bricks, putting it in the schoolbag, a meal, and slipping out of the meal, quietly slipping out of The door came to the field.

The endless snow, my eyes hurt. I came to the place where the geese often ate wheat seedlings, tied the hemp rope to the brick, put it on two places, and there were more than ten steps away. I returned to the roadside and lie on the drainage ditch. Waiting for the hook geese.

A group of big geese fell down to eat wheat seedlings and flew away after eating, but it was not the place to eat "Mal". Why? Did you see my footprints? Wait, wait, your feet are frozen, your body is cold, and his stomach is hungry. The sun rolled westward, I was discouraged, I really wanted to collect the hemp rope home. At this time, a group of big geese flies from the northeast. A large group, a particularly large group, hovering, seeing the distance should fall into the place where I put the "Mal". My heart jumped up!

I clearly saw a tiles of wild geese flying and flying. The other geese were frightened and went away.

I flew and rushed over! I really caught a big geese. I suddenly rushed to the wild geese, pressed it tightly under my body, and hugged tightly in my arms together. The wild geese struggled desperately, and a wings that didn't hold it hit my face and head, and my face was cut.

I fought my life and hugged the wild geese, lowered my head and pressed the wild geese, and ran home half closed. The geese screamed, fascinated a wings desperately, and my face slammed my face. I couldn't care about the pain. I ran forward and felt that I couldn't keep up with my breath. The chest pain was painful, my legs and stomachs hurt, and my body was soaked.

When I entered the village, I followed a large group of children and adults behind me. The children yelled and heard the adults who said, "Good, great, grab a big geese ..." I felt that my strength was going to use it. The two legs are about to move. I insisted on entering the door and entering the house. I shouted desperately: "Close the door and close the door, don't let it fly again!" The brother closed the door and closed many people at the door and kept many people at the door. Outside, the mother grabbed the two wings of the wild geese, tied the two wings with a rope, and tied the two legs. I put my hands and then collapsed to the ground. The geese shouted desperately. Our home went into the crowd like a rushing collection.

The mother killed the geese overnight, retreated the hair, chopped it into a small piece, stewed it all night, and stewed a large pot. Tian Ming shouted and my brother and me, and the two of us were rampant. The rest of the big pot was filled, leaving it slowly. In this way, we will eat meat every day in the future. Every mother gave us a few pieces and has been ate for a winter.

In retrospect, the geese must have a dozen pounds ...

I returned to my hometown this year and talked about the big geese I caught. The people in my hometown told me that I will not fall down in the East Lake in our village for many years. Native

About the Author

Liu Mingcai, a member of the Shandong Provincial Writers Association, Pen name October, male, 60 years old, member of the Communist Party of China, currently served in the Lanling County Culture and Tourism Bureau of Shandong Province. Published a small collection of novels "Baozi · Book · Love", Poetry Collection "Hometown · Lian · Love", continuing to write "Ordinary World" re -novel "Ordinary Life", published more than 16 million words of literary works

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