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Luoshan is half earth and half stone, with much wind and little water, and no acre of land is flat. Luoshan people themselves laughed at themselves and said, "Luoshan is too sharp to dig a bowl and sit improperly." I don't know why our ancestors chose this place as a government station. It is not clear why people in villages around Luoshan chose it as a fair. In short, Luoshan has been a government residence and trade market for hundreds of years. The ancestors had their reasons. Now two streets have been opened in the east-west direction of Luoshan Mountain halfway up the mountain. The street below is relatively large, and it is the main street, where the government and the seven stations and eight stations are stationed. The street above is relatively small, called waist. Every party is a mule market, and there are several small hotels and guest houses.

? At the eastern end of the main street is Stone Street, which was chiseled out by our ancestors. Both the government and the post office are stationed. To the east of the post office, there is a steep stone slope. Turning the stone slope, it is the Lishijiang stone field that is being mined. Most celebrities in this street live in East Street.

In the 1980s and 1990s, there lived a hermaphrodite in the East Street of Luoshan Town (Luoshan people called Mr. Feng Shui). His surname is Liang and he is called Mr. Liang. Mr. Liang is thin and has small eyes. He often wears a rimless stone mirror and has a goatee. He is of medium build. It seems that Mr. Liang is like a retired ordinary teacher, but he is taking care of his grandson, serving dishes and waiting for the call of Confucius. If you think so, you can see that you are not a native of Luoshan! In fact, Mr. Liang is in his early fifties, and his face and dress are all old-fashioned. But at the border of Luoshan, Mr. Liang is very important: you have to ask him to do white things, look at the date and choose the cemetery. Chen Guoxiang, an old well village, can become a county magistrate from a Chinese teacher in a middle school in Linxian County, winning the hearts of the people. It is said that Mr. Liang chose a good cemetery for his grandfather.

Chen Guoxiang's story is Mr. Liang's silent advertisement. Every step forward in Chen Guoxiang, Mr. Liang's fame will increase, and of course, his social status will also rise. The year before last, Chen Guoxiang became the county magistrate, and Mr. Liang's reputation was in full swing. Anhe Town nearby, Nanhe Town on the other side of Yanhe River and Anqing Town hundreds of miles away were invited. Most people who invite Mr. Liang are donkey carts, but they must cover the best and cleanest quilt in the victim's house. In the 1980s and 1990s, people's economic level could not be compared with today's, so it would be nice to ask Mr. Liang to catch a donkey cart. In winter and spring, many old people cannot arrive on time. Sometimes, Mr. Liang may have to go to more than one place a day, and he is too busy. However, busy, busy, Mr. Liang's hand is wide. Qin, who is in charge of the big stove by the town government, is the brother-in-law of Mayor Wang and recently bought a bicycle. Every night, when Qin walked out of the government gate, he rode in the car and kicked his feet. The bicycle sped past Luoshan Street, and the ringing bell spilled all over the floor. Qin's long hair fluttered in the wind, and the white shirt in his blue pants floated instantly. The young people in the street envy Qin and his bike, but the old people grumble that Qin has a brain of 250, and a bike is not an airplane! Later, I scolded my children and grandchildren, saying that my eyes would fall to the ground and my saliva was twenty feet long. Young people are flushed, some turn around and leave, and some argue that they are looking at the mountains. Old people and young people all know that bicycles are expensive. It's not what you want to buy to get to 300 yuan in 200. Mr Liang thinks bicycles are a good thing, just like hot wheels at the foot of Nezha! Love is also in my heart. Mr. Liang intends to make friends with Qin and borrowed Qin's bike to practice twice. Knowing how to ride, Mr. Liang went to the county department store and bought a bicycle, "Flying Pigeon Brand". The "red flag" is resistant, the "flying pigeon" is fast, and the "permanent" car can't ride well. Aha, what a wonderful thing! Mr. Liang can walk 180 miles a day from now on.

One day, Mr. Liang leaned on the kang and was turned over. Mr. Liang's mother-in-law gave Mr. A Liang a pimple at her feet. Mr. Liang's face is covered with acne, which is delicious, but he usually does things for people. Everyone tries their best to treat him with good wine and meat, but he can't eat well. Mr. Liang said to his aunt privately, alas, good wine and good meat are not as good as your acne! My aunt felt comfortable and scolded Mr. Liang for wetting the basin, but she couldn't go to the dish rack! As soon as he was free today, Mr. Liang told my aunt to fry a pot of acne and have a good meal.

? A knot in one's heart was put into the pot, and Mr. Liang's aunt added a handful of weak firewood to the stove (Luoshan dialect refers to some dried wormwood, which is easy to burn in the fire and not durable, so it is called weak firewood; Trunks and branches are not flammable, but they are durable in fire, so they are called hard firewood. The flame leaps, the white gas in the pot rushes out, and the aluminum pot cover that has been pushed up is restless. Mr. Liang's mother-in-law added some cold water to the pot-for fear that the pimples would be undercooked. At this point, a black Santana stopped at the door, the door opened, and it was the communications department of Chen Guoxiang, the county magistrate of Laojing Village.

It turns out that his parents are old, and Chen is going to Huanting (a tomb with masonry structure) recently. Today, he sent a document asking Mr. Liang to choose a cemetery and see the day when the ground was broken.

Mr. Liang can't take the bus. He can't smell gasoline, and he will vomit. He'll throw up all over the river. He sat on it once last year and almost threw up. After getting off the bus, he lay on the kang and still felt dizzy. Lie down for three days and nights. Since then, Mr. Liang has never taken a bus again. Mr. Liang asked Chen Guoxiang's documents to drive first and then arrive by bike.

The date and cemetery were soon chosen.

Mr. Xie Liang, Chen Guoxiang has made a good dining table. The Chen family in Laojing Village is surrounded by a table. There are cigarettes and wine beside Chen Guoxiang's certificate, and they are greeted with smiles. Everyone took turns to propose a toast to Mr. Liang, and what they said was from the heart or on their lips. Mr. Liang felt that his face was great, and he accepted everyone's sincere or semi-sincere or even completely insincere respect in his excitement. Time has passed, and I am drunk. Mr. Liang slipped and left his tongue. He also touched a glass with Chen Guoxiang.

When leaving, Chen Guoxiang personally saw Mr. Liang to the door, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, especially affectionate. Behind it is a group of adult dolls from Chen clan. Chen Guoxiang said, thanks to Master Liang, behind him, there are a bunch of words of thanks to Master Liang; Chen Guoxiang said, no, Master Liang walked slowly, and a bunch of voices walked slowly behind Master Liang. Mr. Liang held his chest high and raised his head, shaking three times at a time, beaming between his eyebrows and eyes. Aha, ten miles and eight villages, who can get close to the county magistrate of Chen Guoxiang? Mr. Liang felt that the sky was crisp and the wind was crisp, so he couldn't help narrowing his eyes and blowing his mouth.

? Mr. Liang waved and even said, stay, stay. Cross your legs and get on the bus.

? Mr. Liang's mother-in-law is waiting for Mr. Liang at Luoshan's home. For many years, Mr. Liang seldom spent the night outside (Mr. Liang said that there was no kang at home and he couldn't sleep all night). At night, I saw no one. Mr. Liang's aunt went to the street to see it, and waited and waited until she got to Ma Guangming and the sheep who were herding sheep; The light is on, but no one is there. Mr. Liang's aunt looked at the street again and waited. This time, only a gust of wind came, and the dust narrowed his eyes. Mr. Liang's aunt returned to the cave and sat down. Snuff was startled, as if the door rang, and quickly lifted the curtain and looked through the glass. The door is closed well. My mother-in-law couldn't help laughing internally, thinking that Mr. Liang should also stay in Laojing Village. Mr. Liang's aunt cleaned up and went to bed.

? The next day, every time I went to Luoshan. As soon as the sun rose, people from villages far and near came, riding on donkeys with a basket of eggs, a bag of garlic and two bags of cotton. Two people strung dozens of old chickens on a pole, but the chickens didn't crow, and their eyes were wide open. Each occupied the booth, spread out the scales, and a pair of shrewd eyes swept the people in front of him, thinking about the business to start and what to buy for the old doll after making money. Women who don't do their jobs are in groups of three or five, talking and laughing, wandering around various shops, commenting on the quality and style of goods, or bidding loudly or quietly, and the people next to them are really spinning around. No matter how miserable the situation at home is, I came to Luoshan today and put everything away. I searched all the things, found out the clothes I didn't wear on weekdays, washed my hair, put some peony oil on my face, and my face was full of smiles. -Luoshan people say this is "pretending to be a person". -this small street in luoshan town brings together the joys and sorrows of generations here.

? At noon, Mr. Liang hasn't come back. Mr. Liang's aunt looked for followers in the streets of Laojing Village and found one. She asked and replied that Mr. Liang left yesterday.

? Mr. Liang's aunt panicked. Mr. Liang's aunt trotted across Luoshan Street and climbed the steep slope of the post office. She was in a hurry, panting, and fell at the feet of Wang Youcai, her niece's nephew who taught at Auntie Bay Luoshan Middle School. She cried and asked Wang Youcai to go to your uncle along the road of Laojing Village.

? Wang Youcai searched all afternoon along the road, but he couldn't find it; The next morning, I looked along the road again and found it-Mr. Liang and his bike fell into the cave in Wuliwan outside Laojing Village. Everyone was stiff, but their faces lit up.

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