As soon as I climbed the mountain, I planted it. It was Baigou Village. Although this path, which was once only used by people, is now covered with mule footprints, I always believe that I am on the right path. Baigou Village, I have been to War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the land reform period; No matter how big the change is, can I still get lost? Isn't that independent locust tree still on the mountain? This tree served as a lookout shed for the village militia during the war, watching the activities of the enemy and the bad guys. Although there is no sentry now, this tree is still used as a good signpost for passers-by as in the past. I recognized this old pagoda tree that I hadn't seen for years, and it seemed to fly when I went down the mountain.

Down to the middle of the slope, a few fat white sheep rushed over from the side ridge; The first sheep slammed on my leg, jumped forward, followed by a large group of people, and I couldn't get out of the way. I saw a piece of red behind the western hills, and I knew it was a flock of sheep returning to the village. I'll find a shepherd right away.

There was a cry of "drink-"on the slope, and a stone flew in and hit the sheep not far in front of me. The sheep dodged at once. I looked on the slope and saw the shepherd running towards me quickly, shouting to me:

"Is it old kang? Ha, you are rare! "

This is a young man in his twenties. The big fat face is full of red light. Wearing a faceless white sheepskin coat on the shoulder, wearing a clean uniform blouse under the coat and a flute inserted at the back of the collar. One hand is holding a lamb, and the other hand is holding a whip and driving the sheep to sway over my head.

I don't know this person, so I just casually asked:

"You are, is a white ditch? Last name is Bai? "

He also asked me, "Where are you from? Just come to our village? Good ... "He answered me with a flat mouth and a crack in his eye:" Yes! My name is Bai: successful' Cheng' and lush' Mao'. "

This is also the first time I have heard this name. I replied enthusiastically to his words, while wondering how to ask him this person.

"Drink!" Mao Cheng drove the sheep again, then pointed a whip at the sheep and said to me slowly, "Although the road is wider than when you were here, the sheep are still too crowded to walk. It's winter again, half an afternoon, it's very cold, and the sheep are willing to squeeze in to keep warm. If you want to hurry, relax your mind. These guys are so crowded that their breasts will be narrow for a long time, which will make you cough. I can't do it unless my hands are tight! "

I was listening, but he threw another stone at the sheep. The stone was thrown back and forth accurately and landed in the sheep pile that needed to be driven, but it didn't hit the sheep. He scattered the sheep in all directions and spread them loosely into a big fan.

"This bay is full of rocks," Mao Cheng told me, shaking the lamb in her arms. "You have to put the sheep. Otherwise, the sheep behind will kick a stone and the stone will roll down the hillside, which will definitely hurt the sheep in front. Now it's the twelfth lunar month and a half, and there are many happy lambs! -Lao Kang, these are the sheep of our agricultural production cooperative. Do you think I can stop worrying? "

What he said is very reasonable. I was listening attentively, but he smiled shyly:

"I won't accompany you! Walk slowly, hehe, I dare not be distracted! "

It turned out that he didn't give me any knowledge, just to explain why, so as to put aside my heart and drive his sheep. I told him to go quickly and said I would see him again when I had time. He said:

"That is! You must come to my house! "

Say that finish, don't look back, majestically jumped on the left slope for a while, and then stepped on a big stone on the right, shouting and screaming, directing the sheep to run down in an orderly way, and I was pulled behind the old one.

I really don't remember who this is. I remember there were old and young people herding sheep in the village. But there is no white. It seems that this is a good shepherd full of responsibility and style! Why forget him ... Did he? ...

I suddenly remembered someone. He is also a shepherd. His name is Bai, and his hair is ugly. This man has been an orphan since childhood. At the age of seven or eight, he worked as a small shepherd for the landlord in his village, and at the age of twelve or thirteen, he began to herd sheep in other villages. He has nothing in Baigou Village and will never come back. I don't know him very well. He came back once during the land reform-settling accounts with the landlord; But at the complaint meeting, the young man walked on stage and stood in front of the landlord for a long time. He opened his mouth several times, but didn't say a word. Tears welled up in my eyes slowly, and finally I suddenly kicked the landlord and burst into tears. Finally, the village cadres pulled him off the stage. After the meeting, the village cadres explained to me: "Ugly hair is not small until it is eighteen, but I have never seen anything except sheep and mountains;" He is a good young man, but he is also a big fool, a big fool. "I asked him how he was herding sheep, and the village cadres replied," Not bad. Although his leader has a glib tongue, he can help the sheep go up and down the slope, and he will also give a gesture when he comes. -the village wants him to come back to herd sheep, but the village is unwilling to let him go! "

I don't believe that he is stupid and stupid. I talked to him specifically. However, after chatting all night, he was so bored in his head that he didn't even look at me; From his mouth, Tong * * * didn't say ten words, but those words didn't move. At that time, I thought of the past, a good man, unable to speak in his mouth and unable to eat in his stomach. I do feel a little sad. However, I can't help feeling that Ugly Mao is afraid that he is born to be more stupid than others.

Is this white in front of you the ugly white hair? Ugly hair is not that fat, but it looks similar. However, can ugly hair have such a jubilant look? Can say those words? -That's still beautiful!

I thought about it and went down the slope. This slope used to be a rocky river.

On the beach, walking a few steps will always touch the tip of a stone and hurt the soles of your feet. Now the stones have been adjusted: they have all retreated to the left and right, leaving a flat avenue in the middle. The retreating stone turned into a windowsill, and many new fruit trees were planted on the windowsill ... I was busy looking around when I suddenly heard someone coming towards me and calling my name. I looked at the village not far away with joy, greeted the man who met me and approached him.

"Ha ha, Beijingers!" The man who met me knocked me with his cane, stopped, raised his head and looked at my face.

This is an old man in his fifties. In his early years, the village called him the "sage" of the White House, because he read books, told legendary stories and had his own understanding of the vast territory. He also considers himself a "talent". A long time ago, I had a beard and a chestnut cane. After the producer came, his old knowledge was useless, and everything in the world was not arranged according to his scores at all; He is not convinced, but always insists on his own truth and "squabbles" with people; As a result, his nickname "Saint" was changed to "Old Bar". Over time, he unconsciously acquiesced, and "old bar" became his popular name, or called him "old man"; Sometimes people occasionally call him a "saint", but he will think that he is deliberately mocking him and wants to "praise" others. He is the first acquaintance I have met now, so I can't help paying more attention to my speech.

"Did you have a bad time in Beijing?" Lao Ba put his beard to my chin and asked me. "How or two legs as a means of transportation? Can't you drive? "

"You don't have a car. I don't rely on my legs! " I said with a smile.

"There is no car here, but you don't give it to Beijing!"