儿时的家乡,没啥娱乐活动。只有年前秋后的农闲季节,村里才请些说书人来,说唱几天几晚,消闲娱乐。说书人分两等。一种是以乞讨为主要营生,肩上搭着破口袋,手里拿着胡琴,到每户人家门口,胡琴往腿上一支,说唱一段,主家便递上五分钱或一碗剩饭。另一种是真正的书艺人,收的是现钱。说书场选在村子正中的一片土场上。中间摆着方桌,桌上铺着借来的红绒布,搁着茶壶、白碗,还有一盏小马灯。天刚擦黑,各家各户就把锅碗 Childhood home, nothing fun. Only a few years ago in autumn after the slack season, the village was invited to tell a storyteller, rave days a few nights, leisure and entertainment. The storyteller points two levels. One is begging for the main business, shoulders, wearing a broken pocket, holding a piano in his hand, to each door, huqin to a leg, a rap, the main house will be handed five cents or a bowl left rice. The other is the real book artist, received the cash. Said the bookstore election in the middle of the village on a soil field. The middle of the square table, the table covered with borrowed velvet cloth, resting teapot, white bowl, there is a pony lantern. Days just black, each household put the pot