一崔满屯每天都起得很早。立秋了。坡地里的花椒树上结满了颗粒,像细碎的火星掉在树丛里。满屯给他那个破旧的帆布袋子里装上两个冷馍,背上水壶出了门。他要去摘那些红红的花椒颗子,那是他一年的指望。路远,要翻两道山梁,中午不回家吃饭。花椒颗子晒干了,有人来收,一斤能卖十块钱。这几年,别的村子花椒价在涨,可崔家沟的花椒却掉价。收花椒的人说,崔家沟的花椒被粉尘污染了,不好卖。不到四十岁的满屯,弯着腰上坡的背影,像一个小老头。满屯知道母亲已经醒过来了,只是没有听见她的咳嗽声。除了给满屯做饭,她总是坐在门口的楸树底下晒太阳。她似乎 A Cui Man Tun played very early every day. Legislative autumn. Pepper trees in the slopes are full of particles, like the broken Mars falling in the bushes. Man Tun to his old canvas bag loaded with two cold 馍, the back of the kettle out the door. He wants to pick those red pepper seeds, it is his year’s hope. Way far, to turn two ridge, noon not go home to eat. Dried pepper seeds, someone to close, a pound can sell ten dollars. In recent years, the price of pepper in other villages is up, Cui Jiaogou pepper but plunged. People who receive pepper, Cui Jiaogou pepper pollution by dust, not easy to sell. Less than 40 years old Tuen Mun, bent back uphill, like a little old man. Manchu knew mother had woke up, but did not hear her cough sound. In addition to cooking at Mannun, she always sits under the Catalpa tree in front of the sun. She seems