1喜宝站在村中央的老槐树下开骂的时候正是晌午。锅碗瓢盆“乒乒乓乓”的碰撞声从各家的厨房里若近若远地飘散出来,夹带着孩子的嬉笑声、女人的呵斥声,间或还能听见一两声土狗的叫唤。空气里荡漾着一股饭菜的芳香,有腊肉,有蒸鱼,还有鸡鸭……“这该死的畜生!”喜宝又狠狠地骂了一句。他才发现这个骂街的时机并不好。在清水村,吃午饭是一件很重要的事情,连狗都知道。村里的人早餐吃粉吃馒头吃包子,晚上吃面吃窝窝头,只有中午才是正餐,没有 1 Xi Bao stood in the middle of the village under the old locust tree scold when it is noon. Pots and pans, “ping-pong table,” the crash sound from each kitchen near if far away, with children’s laughter, a woman scolding sound, or can still hear one or two dogs Call. Rippling in the air with a meal of aromatic, bacon, steamed fish, as well as chickens and ducks ... ... “This damn beast!” Xibao fiercely scolded one. He did not find the timing of this curse is not good. In Shimizu Village, eating lunch is a very important thing, even dogs know. People in the village eat bread to eat steamed bread buns, eat noodles at night, only noon is the dinner, no