秋天了,村口那棵老榆树病了似的,被风吸干汁液的叶子瑟瑟地响着。树影淡淡地落在地面上。树下聚集了许多人,男男女女,老老少少一大帮。鱼子站在人群里,手里拿着一根很粗的棕绳。他矮矮的个,干瘦的小脸上眨着月牙儿形的小眼睛。那双眼睛很阴沉,即使乐的时候,也只是嘴角一咧,眼睛不漏一丝笑纹。村民老成穿着白色夹衫,汗涔涔地走到他跟前说:“鱼子,八百五行吧?”“八百五?没有这个价!就说牛肉卖八元五一斤,去了盘缠路费,满 Autumn, the old Elm tree disease at the entrance to the village, the wind was dry leaves juice sounded loudly. Shadow of the tree fell to the ground lightly. Many people gathered under the tree, men and women, young and old less a big gang. Roe standing in the crowd, holding a very thick brown rope in his hand. His short, thin face winked with crescent-shaped eyes. That pair of eyes is very gloomy, even when fun, it is only a blanket mouth, eyes do not leak a trace of laugh lines. Old villagers dressed in white jersey, sweating shouted came to him and said: ”roe, eight hundred and five-line it?“ ”Eight hundred and fifty? Without this price! Beef that sell eight yuan and a half pounds, Road fees, full