When I was young, there were two more lively and happy things than wearing new clothes and setting off firecrackers to welcome the gods during the Spring Festival. One was from the village to show movies, and the other was popcorn. They came irregularly, and the village exulted irregularly. The news that the popcorn master who carried the burden went into the village always spread like wildfire. A bag of cigarettes was not enough. From the east end of the village to the west end of the village, the greedy men, women and children, especially the dolls, carried dustpans and bamboo baskets one, holding firewood (people who love to eat sweet will bring their own saccharin, which was too expensive to eat casually at that time), they walked out of each yard and gathered at the place where the popcorn master unloaded the burden. The place where our village has made common popcorn is located in the horse circle yard, which is a relatively large field located in the center of the village. It is usually a place where adults pass away when they are idle, animals roll, and dolls kick shuttlecock and jump ropes, when there are major events, such as popcorn and movies, animals will be tied to the stakes at the edge of the cliff, leaving this place empty for people to be happy. According to the order of coming first and then coming, the bamboo baskets and dustpans filled with corn were arranged in a row one by one. Some families didn’t have the ready-made corn, so they simply brought the corn cobs together and rubbed the corn down while queuing. Maybe the popcorn master could figure out how much money he could earn from this trip by looking at a long queue like a snake, but he could not see excitement from his expression. He lit the fire in the hearth with a firewood dipped in kerosene, put the corn into the black jar and sealed it hard. He began to pull the air box in one hand and rotate the black jar in the other hand, from time to time, the dolls who looked around with their eyes and fingers, and then smiled with full knowledge and satisfaction of everything in front of them. The dry and wet firewood will directly affect the speed of popcorn if it is hard or not (in fact, the calorific value), which depends on the scale reaction of the barometer. There is no doubt that the coal block is the most entertaining one. If you throw a few pieces casually, the temperature in the jar will rise. The second is driving firewood, which is a family with strong labors going to the back mountain far away, cutting down the trees and chopping them into firewood back (carrying them), or directly buying ready-made goods from the market. My family has neither money nor Labor, so I have to use corn sticks as fuel from local materials. In this way, the popcorn master will have to extend the time of shaking the machine. However, farmers don’t care much about this, and generally there is no obvious displeasure. The popcorn machine is a bomb in my opinion. In fact, not only me, but also many adults covered their ears and even closed their eyes, hiding far away. Some children are bold and don’t walk far behind the popcorn master. They are always ready to rush up to grab the rice flowers flying outside the straps and sacks. In order to prevent more rice flowers jumping outside, each family has its own preventive measures. Some people carry sacks, and some carry straps. The carrier may have been filled with dung or firewood, but the farmers always ignore these and knock them upside down on the ground for a few times, as if all the dirty things inside would run out. Or it is also possible that, according to the criteria of the banker’s family, things like firewood and dirt are not dirty originally. Even so, bang! After a loud noise, the vast majority of grinning rice flowers will be gathered in, but there will always be a small number of people scrambling to get out of the loopholes. At this time, the onlookers who were waiting for them were grinning with bigger mouths, pushing and pushing up. The naughty kid grabbed a handful of popcorn master’s arm and put it into his mouth, while the clever one picked up the ground silently, he ate happily even though he didn’t care to clean the soil on it. It was Rice flowers that lit the children’s happiness, and the children lit the air again. Happiness was like water waves spreading around. These years have passed, and many things are constantly changing with the times. They are either changed or technologically innovated. Occasionally I saw the popcorn machine under the corner of the street, which was still an old and unmoved style. Some doubts, did all this stay in our time? However, I often watched them nap in the corner of the wall, which was far less than the bustle we had at that time. Times are changing and lifestyles are changing. However, there are always people guarding one kind of life or another. It is this kind of lonely defense itself that makes us return to the past time occasionally to live in warm and visit ourselves in front of the unrecognized life. Of course, some memories are unique to a certain era, so is happiness.

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