Chapter 15 Chapter 10 Firefox

Some women came to the ancient gold field one after another.Although they all knew that their husbands or sons had been mercilessly buried by ice and snow, they still resolutely crossed the Tangut Gorge and gathered in Jilingchuan to see the wilderness that confuses men.It seems that men are still sneezing and living here; striding away in the sun angrily, straightening their waists, and constantly swinging shovels and picks; oily sweat rolls, scatters copper light, and the sound of snoring at night fills the wasteland. Yes, rolling across the sky like thunder; the golden land is about to be transferred again, and the thick and faint freehand-like mountains in the distance are the shadows of their trekking?Jilingchuan still has the fragrance of women and their relics exposed after the snow melts.My poor man, I know that you can't do without a woman, but why do you want to let you out, come here to find a wild woman, and eliminate your shameful anxiety?Gold, isn't gold shit?Toxic shit that kills you kills me and kills the doll.The woman who awakened to the fact that gold is shit had her eyes red and swollen, and the Jiling River swelled up from crying, the fir forest was green from crying, and the air was moist and heavy from crying.In that kind of beauty saturated with weeping and melancholy, fiery red iceberg flowers bloom blankly, like blood, like hot lava oozing out of the ground.The snow-green Seven Sisters flowers are neatly dotted on the blood, and there are also some golden smelly peonies whose leaves and petals can't be distinguished, which are paper money thrown on the ground by the warm air to provoke the undead.

This is the summer of the second year. More than ever, the wasteland wallows in its inherent stillness and chaos.However, the sadness and melancholy of the women added a layer of dampness and illusion to this chaos.They left Jilingchuan in a trance on a foggy morning, walking first and then walking, like a fleeing crowd scattered all over the desert wasteland.When the first group of women arrived at the mouth of the Tangut Gorge, a fire was burning there—dozens of groups of mottled foxes blocked their way.A spiritual fox understands everything. This year's wilderness has exceptionally few men, and this year's wilderness has exceptionally many women, and most of them are widowed wives and mothers who are suffering.They know that women are cowardly, so they gather together to show off their might with their bright colors.And they didn't realize it, they just stopped in surprise.The people behind followed, and the women piled up more and more, as if the sea was being inspected by a fox.A few more groups of foxes came from afar and gathered here, and the fire became more intense, forming a sinister fire formation like towering peaks.These beasts, who had feasted on human flesh and blood for a whole winter, soon felt hungry again in the quiet and bright summer.They look at women like looking at piles of tender and satisfying meat. Their greedy eyes and extravagant tweets make those gold diggers who have impulsively searched for gold and now have died.Can't wait any longer, they are turbulent, wave after wave of gorgeous waves slowly pouring in coquettishly, forming patterns like wreaths and gliding along the ground - there are as many wreaths as there are women .Facing the blazing sacrifice of animals to humans, their legs trembled in horror, and their hair-raising screams resounded, each sound more piercing and weird.The foxes understood their fear and begging, and they scrambled for land and speeded up.The women broke up and ran around.However, the foxes gathered their bestial strength more unitedly, and a group of foxes only aimed at a desperate woman.As soon as she was thrown to the ground, the head above the throat and the body below the throat would immediately become bloody. The woman's corpse lay across the wasteland, and under the cover of the red fox, it instantly turned into a flesh-eviscerated skeleton.More women are still running, and more foxes are still hunting.The ancient gold field was overflowing with thick blood.The sun is dying out, and it's pouring all its fire on the ground.As a result, there was a vast flame in the wilderness, and energy that illuminated the entire universe.

This year, it seems that foxes from all over the world gathered here.They are lured from every direction by the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of gold diggers, lured to devour their women, because their lonely ghosts need the company of loved ones.For the reunion of the underworld, the foxes perform their duties mercifully and angelically according to the will of God. A woman couldn't run anymore and fell to the ground.Dozens of foxes danced around her.Her beauty touched them, allowing her to live a few more minutes and trembling a few more times in extreme panic is their sincere praise for her.Dong dong dong dong, the sound of footsteps was like rolling stones, a big man with beards ran over from there, and over there was the dense forest where he was hiding.The foxes re-weaved their formation, danced out of the way, and dispersed in an instant.After a while, these cunning, insidious and beautiful beasts began to fart collectively, and the stench was pervasive, so strong that the bearded man suddenly felt as if his head was covered with a hundred thousand taels of gold, and he fell down, just on top of a woman .Her eyes were closed, her teeth were chattering rapidly, her legs and arms were kicking wildly, and in her mind, the fox was baring out its sharp teeth and cutting back and forth on her trembling breasts.Her feet kicked his lower body, and her fist hit his forehead several times.He suddenly relaxed a lot.

"Get up!" He pushed her and stood up first. She opened her eyes. He looked at the fox who had gone away triumphantly after farting, and said again: "Get up, follow me." The woman straightened up, looked around with lingering fear, curled up her legs, first put her knees on the ground, and then stood in front of him.He gazed at her lustfully.She lowered her head.He walked towards the jungle.She raised her head sharply and subconsciously followed him.Between the fox and the man she chose the latter. There was an explosion in the distance, bombarding the wasteland that was contemplating in the heat of summer.Smoke and dust filled the air wantonly, smearing the clear tile blue, half the sky was grayish yellow, and half the sky was empty, creating a desolate mystery.The bearded man stopped, looked around for a while, and uttered a sentence that shocked the woman: "The sound of the sunrise is coming." He turned around and grabbed the woman's arm, and walked towards the place where the smoke rose.

Zhang Busan saw a woman beside Yang Ji'er, so he didn't throw the bomb over there.The bomb is self-made, filling the bottle with explosives, inserting a detonator and a fuse, igniting it with a match, and throwing it out to let the vicious foxes flying all over the wilderness fly.Not far behind him are hundreds of women under his protection.In front of those endless black gazes, he displayed the power of a man like a hero. "You came?" "Fried Fox!" "You still want to hold big gold?" "Fried fox!" Zhang Busan bit every word crisply and sweetly, trying to let the other party understand that in his eyes, the thick and curly beard is like the most attractive half of a fox's tail.And the purpose of his coming to Jinchang is to let those beasts that herald disaster and devour the donkey girl be buried with the dead bones.

"It can't be fried." "Are you a baby of a fox? There are a lot of things to care about." Yang Ji'er threw away the woman, and put on a provocative posture: "If you bomb again, I will peel your skin." "Then peel it off, I've already blown it up anyway." Yang Ji'er had one sleeve, and held a sharp knife in his hand.Zhang Busan jumped back and fell to the ground, the sharp knife whizzed past his head.Yang Ji'er saw that he hadn't been stabbed, so she rushed over to hold him down with her body, and punched him on the temple.Zhang Busan suddenly remembered last year when he and Yang Jier met again at the ancient gold field, and suddenly felt that Yang Jier's appearance meant the end of all grievances and grievances.He tilted his head and said:

"Brother, I listen to you." Yang Ji'er punched him again, then stood up, and dragged the woman back violently.There is a dense forest in front, passing through the dense forest is the Jiling River, and walking not far along the river is the Jiling River. That night, all the people who stayed in the wilderness lived in Jilingchuan again. In the early morning mist, a plump and handsome woman came out of the house that used to be the Jinchang management office, and went into the fir forest to relieve herself.A dark figure sneaked around the door from behind the room, and slipped in sideways.Yang Ji'er was still sleeping, and vaguely felt that someone was lifting the quilt, thinking it was a woman who had come back from her hands, turned over, put her thick arm over her, and said in a daze, "Garou'er Come here." Zhang Busan hurriedly shrank to the edge of the kang, waited for a moment, and heard Yang Jier snoring again, then reached into the bed and put a fist-sized cloth bag tied tightly with hemp rope. under his thigh.A fuse was attached to the cloth bag, and it was dragged out of the door.Zhang Busan tiptoed out, struck a match at the door and lit the fuse.The sound of popping popped forward cheerfully according to Zhang Busan's wish.Zhang Busan closed the door and went straight to the fir forest.The woman Bai Shengsheng's buttocks were still sticking out. When she saw him, she panicked and stood up with her trousers up. Before the belt was fastened, he pulled her around.

"Go, don't go back to the room." The woman didn't listen to him and wanted to go back.He gripped her arm tightly and pulled her forward. "You don't want to leave the gold field? Follow me." The woman was still unwilling, and her feet stuck to the ground even more firmly.At this time, there was a loud noise, and the whole wasteland woke up. "If he wasn't a beast, I wouldn't have this last time. The last time, you know? This is the last time I've hurt someone!" He yelled at the woman.The woman was puzzled, but her body moved with his tugging.

Under the care of Zhang Busan, the woman walked out of the Tangut Gorge.Zhang Busan didn't move her finger. "A good man, but his face is a bit ugly." The woman thought so and followed him to Weizi Village. Two months after she got married, her husband went to the gold field. There was no small one in his stomach, and there was no big one under his knees.Although there are old people in her mother-in-law's family, she will not let her worry about it.In her husband's family, she is the third daughter-in-law of the queen, and in her mother's family, she is one of the six sisters.Her natal parents raised her but didn't love her. Her husband's parents blamed her for being handsome, and her mother-in-law had to follow her when she went to fetch water from the well.It's all right now, everything will be free after following Zhang Busan.When a woman reaches the age of marriage, she is looking for her relatives again.The loved ones who used to die are gone, and the loved ones who found them died again.Seek after death, there is no other choice.She settled down and planned to get along with Zhang Busan.But for Zhang Busan, although this woman is not as slender and tender as the donkey girl, she is also plump and beautiful, which makes people feel sad.He could do what he wanted, wiped away all the whimsy, ferocity and cruelty of the past, treated her tenderly and generously, and lived his life in peace.He thought that the rest of his life would probably be spent in such a smooth and steady way.He devotes all his energy to his contracted land and all the trivial matters outside the house.The woman's smiling face was like gold and became his best comfort.At night, the woman bares all her nature to repay him for the happiness he has brought her.He held her in his arms all night, sometimes moving, sometimes calm, sometimes thinking about donkey girl, sometimes not thinking.In the second year, the woman gave birth to him a doll with a particularly cute penis.The growth is gratifying, and before one year old, he can be called Ada and Ama vaguely.In his spare time, Zhang Busan likes to let his son ride on his neck, to feel the special warmth and satisfaction caused by his son's fleshy and soft cock.He hoped that his son would urinate, and felt that every piss was a warm current, which would flow down his neck and moisten his fertile skin.Once he urinates, the woman will hold her son, wipe his neck and back with a towel, and slide her hands tenderly under the clothes, which is another kind of refreshing comfort.

The son grew up happily.At the sweet age of five, he learned to observe, learn to say jingles, and learned to distinguish the most basic good, evil, beauty and ugliness.He was as naughty as a wild deer, he spent the whole day crawling and rolling in the valley on the village road, and when he came home his face was covered in dirt and mud, which made the woman instinctively curse and slap and beat her son.The dust was not wiped off, and the son's dirty hands stretched into the stove, where there was always something to eat, such as burnt yellow buns or fragrant wonton pots (a kind of simmered steamed buns).Zhang Busan laughed on the sidelines.The son gained power, and yelled the jingle he had learned in a high-pitched voice:

Zhang Busan didn't like to hear the last sentence, so he interrupted him: "Go to the city, buy candy, eat lollipops, and drink water." "One old and one young, no matter how old or young, what are you going to do in the city?" the woman said angrily.The son threw himself into Zhang Busan's arms and shouted, "When are you going? Just go?" Going to the city is a festival for the son. "We will go when your mother tells you to go." He smiled and said to the woman. The woman teased her son: "Go next year." "No!" "Tomorrow." "No!" "Go later." "No!" "Go now." Zhang Busan said. The son jumped up and beat his father with his small fists in excitement.The woman went into the kitchen and wrapped a piece of dry food in a towel and stuffed it for him. "I come and go for three or four hours, and I'm hungry everywhere." "Bring it back if you're not hungry. It's not gold that weighs thousands of catties." The woman stuffed the dry food into his arms. Zhang Busan took his son by the hand and set out on the road, and he picked up his son before he walked out of the village.The woman watched them off and smiled sweetly. This is the spring when the barren hills are light yellow and tender green.The men who couldn't stand poverty and loneliness began to make money again.But they are no longer for gold, but for foxes.Tangut fox fur is said to be popular in big cities.Because of its bright coat color, it is called a rare natural sun color.The incomparable lightness, warmth and smoothness are amazing and intoxicating. A sexy radiance that mysterious fox hunters cannot feel and understand is exuded in an extremely subtle way, magically adding to the charm of men and women.Trading companies far away in the provincial capital have set up purchase points in various counties, tempting people's hearts with the low price of three yuan a piece of leather.The streets of the county town are full of villagers in groups of three or five.They gathered here from all townships and villages, making final preparations for the ancient gold field.Zhang Busan ignored them, and passed through the crowd calmly. His son straddled his legs and rode on his neck. He already had a long stick of maltose in his hand. He was sniffing carefully, reluctant to rattle Chew out the sticky glue. "I pee." A drop of sugary saliva dripped onto his hair. "Piss!" The son peed.He took a big gulp of urine, soaking his entire back.He doesn't care. "Drink water, drink water, sweet and sour water." He put down his son and went to the stall to buy soda.The son no longer craved maltose, looked around distractedly, and his eyes finally fell on an old man.The old man was short and almost as tall as he was, but he was very muscular and had a big head, which was made even bigger by the tufted hair; Swimming around stubbornly on the open face; a dirt-mottled padded jacket was wrapped around the bare body, with a hemp rope tied around the waist, without a single button, and the gray skin was exposed from the open chest. Scabs stretched down from the neck toward the belly like slime that had settled on the bottom of the ditch.The old man has no legs. If he hadn’t been wearing pants seriously, people would have noticed that he didn’t have any lower body. There was a deep hole in the dark, and feces and urine flowed out from the two holes in the hole. It was always flowing, and the stench was dense. All around, it seems that there is a circle of invisible trenches that refuse people to approach.There was a fur hat in front of him, and his ears drooped limply on the ground.Compassionate people tossed the shiny pennies far away, and most of them fell outside the fur hats.The old man bent down, reached with difficulty, picked up the penny and put it in the fur hat.A muddy song trembled out of his mouth with a purring voice, instead of begging for alms from passers-by. The son looked curiously for a while, then turned back to look for his father, but his father was gone. When he looked at the old man again, he found that his father was standing in front of the old man, standing closer than anyone else.The son went over to touch his father's leg, and pulled the bottle of apple-green soda in his hand towards his arms.The father suddenly let go, and the son sat on the ground like a dog.He was about to cry, but found that his father was not looking at him, so he got up and leaned close to his father's leg again.The old man ignored them and continued to sing indistinctly: "Yang Jier!" The old man looked up at him sullenly, but there was no response. "Yang Jier, why are you here?" The old man stopped singing, put his hands on the ground, and rowed forward, putting the pennies in his hat into his breast pocket one by one. Zhang Busan squatted down and looked directly at his face that had been slashed again by the knife and axe.Only a few years later, his face no longer had the reddish purple aura that proved he was healthy and strong, and his face no longer expanded outwards. His skin and flesh were pulled together vigorously, and his eye sockets were deep and dark, as if everything in the world The darkness is condensed and trapped inside. "Yang Ji'er, you don't recognize me?" Zhang Busan didn't want the old man to lose his memory. A few wrinkles on the old man's face suddenly changed direction, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and he asked in a muddy voice like singing: "Why didn't you blow me up? Did you not want to take advantage of me?" Zhang Busan nodded honestly. "Retribution! There will be retribution for everything. I recognized you when I first saw you. You look exactly like your father. Zhang Huo did not raise you for nothing. Ah, Zhang Huo has a grandson?" These words made Zhang Busan shudder, and nervously hugged his son tightly in his arms, as if the old man would stand up suddenly and tear his son into pieces instantly with a pair of hands like dry sticks.The old man smiled: "What's your name?" "Latch." "It has to be tied and locked, unlike Zhang Hu's grandson." After saying that, the old man put his hands on the ground, strenuously propped up his body, bowed forward and then backward, then reversed the direction, and then pushed his body with his arms, rubbing the ground and stroking to one side.Every time he takes a step forward, he pinches his nose, bites his teeth flat, and bulges his forehead.This uncontrollable pain made him ugly, and even Zhang Busan had doubts: Is he really the man who is so powerful in the ancient gold field?However, he created the miracle that made Yang Ji'er grow from tall to short. When he should be very proud, there was a burst of sadness unexpectedly, as if Yang Ji'er was a mirror, from which he saw myself and my son.A foul stench trailed behind the old man, like the foul smell of a fox being chased.Zhang Busan felt dizzy for a while, and the whole world was spun by the stench.He quickly held his son's head.The son is sipping soda with gusto. When it was dark, Zhang Busan returned home with his son on his back.The woman had already cooked the meal, and he sat on the kang and ate sullenly, and suddenly asked his son: "A lollipop?" "It's over." "Soda?" "Finished." He slapped him with a slap, causing his son to roll to the corner of the kang, and shouted: "You don't know how to save some for your grandma." The son cried loudly.The woman climbed onto the kang to hug her son, stroked his slapped cheeks, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you today?" "It's nothing." He put his chopsticks on the table and stopped eating.Retribution, everything will have retribution.He smacked Yang Ji'er's words for a long time.A gust of wind blowing from outside the door cooled his body. Autumn is the season when men return from the ancient gold field.This year's luck was bad, the fox fur they brought back was not up to standard, the coat color was neither bright nor pure nor red, neither soft nor light nor warm.The charm of the fox that was born with human flesh and blood is rapidly degenerating, or returning to nature.Buyers drive down prices, and farmers say urbanites have cheated them. Acquisitions were carried out intermittently.In the warehouse just built this year for long-term use, inferior fox furs are piled up layer by layer.Just when this disappointing acquisition was coming to an end, the acquisition personnel found that the fox fur with rare sun natural color and amazing light warmth and smoothness reappeared, and inquired that there were many more Everyone has hunted the hides, but they wait for a price increase or for private traders to arrive.The purchasers were in a hurry, and they went to various townships and villages to search and purchase while looking at the goods, and paid for them, ranging from 20 yuan to 60 yuan.Unfortunately, they pounced on the fox's brilliant coat color, but there was an even more brilliant fire color behind him.The warehouse is on fire.The fox fur ignited the flames of animal nature, shining red half of the sky.In the blink of an eye, the department store building standing side by side with the warehouse and the bus station behind the warehouse were also licked red and bright by the flames. The whole barrel of gasoline and kerosene helped the fire with loud noise, and black smoke billowed from every window. out.Thick black and white fog floats on a sea of ​​red.There is no fire brigade in the county seat, and it depends on the people running from all directions to fight the fire with buckets and washbasins.They worked together to contain the fire, and the homes of the scattered residents were spared.As for the fox fur and the assortment of goods and the cars at the bus station, when they started splashing water and soil, they had already become a piece of scorched waste.Later, the nearby farmers took the ashes of fox fur to the field with a cart. It is said that the crops in the second year grew surprisingly well, which the older generations had never seen. After the purchasers came to Weizi Village, they were pleasantly surprised to find that as long as the farmers here had gone to the ancient gold field, they would have collected at least three pieces of high-quality fox skins, each with an asking price of 60 yuan. Hundreds of fiery red and bright leathers were piled up in that lonely room in the courtyard.Zhang Busan was still indifferent to this, and stayed at home all day, eating meals cooked by women, sleeping on a kang made by women, and seeing his son naughty, he taught him a few words intentionally or unintentionally. "Where did this come from? Steal it?" The son looked at the Maodan (a wooden ball wrapped in wire mesh) confiscated by his father, and said stubbornly, "I picked it up." "Where did you find it? To be honest." "In the courtyard." "Your mother, if someone puts it there after playing, you can carry it home. Go! Put it where you picked it up, don't embarrass me." Son went.The woman complained to him: "How old is the baby, what does he know? How can he become a thief?" Without saying a word, he walked away from the woman in annoyance.He felt that the woman was right, and he was also right, all for the sake of the doll. One afternoon, thick smoke rose from the field room, and hundreds of fine fox furs created a fine flame.Only then did Zhang Busan walk out of the house, somewhat gloating about his misfortune and joining the crowd fighting the fire.The fire was extinguished, but not half of the fox fur was rescued, and the roof of the building collapsed completely.Zhang Busan didn't want to stand there in a daze with others, turned around to leave, but Yang Ji'er's ugly figure appeared in his eye socket. Yang Ji'er was sitting contentedly under an old elm tree not far away, stretched out all the creases on his face, raised his loose and swollen eyelids, and hummed his begging song vaguely while watching them.How this old man whose legs had been blown off endured the pain and came to Weizi village by rubbing the ground little by little. When Zhang Busan closed his eyes and thought about it, he felt a terrifying panic in his heart.Yang Ji'er came to beg for food, everyone except Zhang Busan thought so.The old elm tree shook its dark green leaves and sang along with the old man. The leaves shook and were blown behind him by the wind, like piercing snow flakes that instantly melted on the warm ground.Behind it is the cliff head, a ravine that is neither deep nor shallow.In front of the burnt-out building, someone began to curse God loudly.Of course Zhang Busan didn't think that God set the fire, but if he didn't blame God, who would he blame?This is habit.Suddenly someone said a very inappropriate sentence: "It's none of God's business, it's no wonder people let it go." "Who? Don't talk nonsense if you don't know." Zhang Busan said. "I know, I know." A tender voice sounded.What a heroic act, he actually saw someone set the fire.He was very proud and knew what effect his words would have.All eyes were on him.He seemed to be a great central figure, and among the grown-ups. "Shut up, don't talk nonsense." Zhang Busan snapped. The child shook his head proudly: "I'm not talking nonsense. I just saw it." "Who?" an acquisitions officer jumped up to him and asked. His bright black eyes rolled around, and he quickly ran towards the old elm tree.People followed closely. "This is Grandpa." "Shackle, it's not him you saw." The child was a little dazed, wondering why his father didn't let him tell the truth. "Did you see him walk into the field?" The acquisition officer squatted down and asked him by the shoulder. The child shook his head and looked at his father.Zhang Busan also shook his head, signaling his son to shut up quickly. "He didn't enter the venue, why did he set fire to it?" the acquisition staff asked again. The child thought that people didn't believe him, and said anxiously: "He threw a bottle into the window, and it rang..." Zhang Busan's blood-red eyes widened, the cruelty and cruelty of the past, the wild spirit lost in the ancient gold field returned instantly, filling every blood vessel in him.He clenched his fist, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging and about to explode.The son in front of him has been confused. Someone rushed to Yang Ji'er, ripped off his heavy padded jacket, and found a wine bottle wrapped around his waist, which contained white explosives.Yang Ji'er looked calm, ignored the person in front of him, and sang indistinctly: The furious purchaser pulled the old man's body and kicked him: "Why did you set fire? Say it!" "Hit! Hit to death!" Among the crowd who shared the same hatred, a farmer who broke through the gold field cheered loudly. Many people couldn't hold back their hands.The sound of punching and kicking and Yang Jier's screams made Zhang Busan tremble all over.He had never shuddered at watching a beating.He couldn't help shouting: "Don't hit me." But his voice was knocked out by the violent questioning of the acquisition staff. "You must have set the fire in the county town too. Say, didn't you? Do you know how much you burned? Millions!" These words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.The punches and kicks that kick the old man are more and more powerful. Zhang Busan clenched his teeth tightly.He hated himself, hated his son, hated the bloodthirsty people in front of him, and also hated Yang Ji'er who was in a weak position but could not be sympathized with.In short, in an instant, he found that there was nothing in the world that he did not hate.He used to be a bad person with this kind of hatred for half his life. He had killed innocent people, and he had also acted with an eye for an eye.Now everything is over, including the feud between his family and Yang Jier.He left the ancient gold field and desires far away, and he wanted to change: like the most ordinary farmer, living at home peacefully.But the facts in front of him disappointed him greatly: he had changed, but his son hadn't.The son did not learn well, the first thing he learned was to inform.Yes, even if Yang Ji'er should be killed or slashed, it should not be caused by his own son.The son's badness is his own badness.He found that he was powerless to change himself, and the belated compassion and warmth quickly faded away, like the faint blue phosphor spots in the bone pile on the golden platform, fleeting. People lifted Yang Ji'er up and shouted "one, two, three" in unison.Suddenly Yang Ji'er lifted into the air, and suddenly fell behind the old elm tree.His body like a mound bounced on the top of the cliff, and then rolled crookedly down the ravine.After a while, there was a sound of flesh smashing from the bottom of the ditch.Zhang Busan jumped over, stood on the top of the cliff and looked down.Pale white smoke floated in the void, and he couldn't see anything. The more he couldn't see, the more he wanted to see. He leaned forward, his neck stretched out, as if he wanted to drive his legs to the bottom of the ditch.The son is scared.He never imagined that his words would lead to such a thrilling scene.He seemed worried that people would lift him up too, yelling "one two three" loudly and comfortably, swinging a few times and throwing himself into that inexplicable world of horror.He went over and hugged his father's leg.The father yelled loudly: "Bastard! What do I want you, a bastard who hasn't grown up to do? Your mother's murderer, you will get retribution!" Zhang Busan grabbed his son by the hair and tore him away from his body.The son trembled from the abdominal cavity and cried out in horror.Zhang Busan kicked hard. "You die! Die!" Amidst the father's curse, the son fell to the ground, turned over, and was carried away by a gust of hellish wind that rolled up from the bottom of the ditch.At the bottom of the ditch, there was another bang of flesh shattering. "Forget it, don't want it, it's wrong to raise a son." He began to mutter to himself, and then stood still.Those who had just woken up from the dream of punishing evil also stood there as he did. Two bean-sized teardrops glistened and rolled down from Zhang Busan's gloomy and deep eye sockets.The tears were black, dripping on the high grayish-yellow cliff with the hatred and last desire solidified in the black eyes.The earth stands still and bears the beating of so dull, so hopeless tears as if nothing had happened. Three days later, several policemen came to Weizi Village, saying that they would bring Zhang Busan to justice for covering up the villain and killing his own son.But Zhang Busan has drifted away.Abandoning the grief-stricken woman, he sprints towards the ancient gold field, because only there can he escape the laws of the world.But he also understands that the living norms there are many times harsher than the sanctions of human laws. A year passed in Tangut Gold Fields, in the long cold winter nights, in the ghostly silence, on the lonely high hills, in the dark and hidden depths of the heath, in the beautiful valleys And on the ridge exuding the smell of death, a fox's mournful and terrifying howl crossed the sky.The desolate and cold moon couldn't stand the extremely sad stimulation, and swayed the sky with crystal tears, which were the distant constellations. The wasteland never really died again.Howls replaced the dead silence, and replaced all the sounds of nature.Those who continued to enter the gold field said that it was Zhang Busan's voice.Others saw Zhang Busan still living in the stone kiln on the western slope of Huangjintai.He was fiery red—in layers of fox fur or with thick, beautiful fox fur growing all over his body. Life is still going on indefinitely, and the ancient gold field is still dedicated to temptation. Every year, a big gold is obtained by a lucky person.So the fighting continued, and human desires continued to flow freely. Zhang Busan's woman wanted to die but failed, so she married a farmer again and repeated the matter of having children.She was born to be a prolific breeder, and she gave birth to two sons in one birth, with all internal organs, seven organs and eight functions, and they were as healthy and lively as two wild horses.The gentle green wind of the mountain village urges them to thrive. In summer, the bright sunshine makes the wilderness unobstructed.A resource investigation team with Americans entered the Tangut ancient gold field, and as a result, there was an international murder.Where is the murderer?Who is the murderer?The whole world is at a loss.The writer of the novel said: There are too many things that human beings are at a loss, the most important thing is their own at a loss. Elder brother finally did not wait for the day to send him to the hospital for treatment.He died in the year when the granary brother came back from the ancient gold field.The sister-in-law is still very good to my uncle. "Marry, find a way to get married." "Sister-in-law, who do I want to marry?" "Marry whoever wants to marry you." "Marry my son-in-law." He said in his heart. At home, he is the only man and she is the only woman.He does everything a man should do, and she does everything a woman should do.She was strong and tireless, and she sewed at night until the three-time oiled lamp was dying to go out.But he was drooping all day long, sleeping in his room as soon as he came back from the field.Hearing his sister-in-law calling him to eat, he got up and walked over with his shoes.His house is the east house, and his sister-in-law lives in the west house. The west house is the ancestral property and the place where his family passed on the family line. Now it seems that it can't be connected.His sister-in-law gave him a new pair of shoes after dinner.Shoes are for walking, where to go?he thought hard. "Sister-in-law, I'm leaving." In fact, he wanted to say, "You should go." "Break into the gold field?" He nodded, but said in his heart: "I won't go in the next life." After a month, he finally did not leave.His sister-in-law treated him better and better, and her tone of voice changed. "Guancang family, cover the quilt at night, don't let the wind leak in." "Yeah." For some reason, he didn't leave after eating black rice that day, leaned against his sister-in-law's quilt and closed his eyes.The sister-in-law didn't wake him up.In the middle of the night, he opened his eyes and listened to the silence, got off the kang in the dark, returned to his own room, took off his clothes and got under the bed.There was someone in the bed, and he touched her waist.Both of them were surprised, blushed, and didn't know what to do next.After a while, my sister-in-law covered the quilt and said, "You'd better go to the west room to rest." He went there, feeling very uncomfortable. They just switched rooms.Another month passed.This month has been tougher than ever.The west room is the place where pots and stoves are set. After a dark meal, the sister-in-law always has to be busy for a while, and the stars come out when they are busy.The oil lamp was lit, and there was a warm and mysterious atmosphere in the back room.He lay on the kang and looked at her wobbly figure, and sighed piteously.She glanced back at him, the rag in her hand was wiping the bowl: "What's wrong?" "Not good." "Sleep when you're tired." "Just sleep, sister-in-law." The voice is a bit strange.She wrung out the rag, wiped the pot clean, went over, sat on the edge of the kang, and tried to work with the oil lamp.At this time, he had a slight snoring.She got up and took off his shoes, and then covered him with a quilt.He sat up suddenly. "Sister-in-law." "What?" He grabbed the quilt and threw it away, opened his eyes wide, and held her hand.She was stunned, sighed softly, then softened her body, and sighed out her affection. That night, the brother and sister-in-law of the granary slept on a kang. However, no matter how she corrects his address to her, she will always be his sister-in-law in his mind.阿哥的阴影时时刻刻横挡在他们面前。外人咋说哩？嫂嫂，好嫂嫂，娶你就等于娶来了难过和羞耻，一辈子叫人笑话。只一个甜甜蜜蜜、忘乎所以的夜晚，他就后悔得恨不得马上走脱。Where are you going?古金场？他看看自己少了两根指头的那只手，浑身一阵悸动。死也不得好死的地方，去得？又一阵寒战，他连想也不敢想。那天黑饭后，他抢先来到了东房，从里面闩死了门。从此以后，东房的门夜夜闩着。嫂嫂兀自一人在西房炕沿上流泪，流了整整一夏。秋天来了，嫂嫂走了，说是回娘家，但一去不归。打光棍的谷仓哥哥如释重负，轻松自在了许多。光景由着自己过，不想去田里劳忙，就到村道上晒太阳，和别的一些闲汉们说笑话，说油了嘴，便不知不觉滑稽起来。 解手时，他拔了根阴毛捏在手指尖上，回到阳光下，耐心地等着一个小媳妇路过。 “你看我手里有啥？” 小媳妇在离他十步远的地方停下，眯缝着眼瞅瞅：“线。” “线？再瞅。” “黑线。” “哈！黑线能是绕弯弯的？头发。有本事你把这根头发穿到针眼里。” 小媳妇的身上总是别着针。她抽下来，上前接过他说的那根头发，借着阳光往里穿。那东西弯弯扭扭不好穿，她便放到嘴里抿一下，然后再穿。 他单等这一抿，噗哧笑了。近旁的闲汉们比他笑得更浪。小媳妇茫然望他们。 “毬毛，你抿的是毬毛。” 小媳妇是见识过的，一想，也对，气红了脸，将针和毛一起朝谷仓哥哥打去。谷仓哥哥问她还想抿不？抿出了啥滋味？ “叫你阿妈抿去。”小媳妇骂着走了。 谷仓哥哥不笑了，嘎着嗓子，女声女气地叫：“小妈妈，跟我一搭晒阳娃。” 闲汉们挖苦讪笑他。他不理不睬，大度得俨然宰相。 有时他也凄然，想自己当年在古金场也是一条响响亮亮的好汉。如今咋了？懒了，软了，干啥都没劲气了。他黯然神伤，不由得叹嘘，不由得要轻唤驴妹子。但这是夜间的事。到了白天，依旧是晒太阳，依旧是当丑角。冬天的太阳无比温暖，全让谷仓哥哥霸占了。滑稽的事儿越来越多，全都有谷仓哥哥掺合，有时是主角，有时是配角。他永远地滑稽着，渐渐忘了自己还没有女人的事。他显得老相了，在阳光下无所事事，转来荡去，从举止到神态都像一个安度晚年的老汉。他觉得这样很舒坦，没病没灾没牵挂也没有任何企盼。他想，要是自己能活八十岁，那就还有五十年的舒坦日子过。他心里美滋滋的，就像在古金场捧到了大金子。 可是，突然有一天，嫂嫂回来了，怀里兜着一个吃奶的娃娃，是有鸡鸡的。他惶怵不安。 “嫂嫂……你，嫁人了？” “嫁谁？” “那……”他瞅着娃娃。 “你看，方脸盘，大眼睛，阔嘴巴，像谁？” “像……” “再瞅啊，像谁？” "have no idea." “天哪，你咋就不明白，这是你的骨肉。” “我的？”谷仓哥哥吓得浑身冷战。 “不是你的是谁的。”娃娃睡了，她放到炕上，拉开被儿盖住，就要打火做饭。 “嫂嫂……” “别叫我嫂嫂。” 但她的名字他实在叫不出口，那是阿哥的专利，攫取它就是犯罪。他目光呆痴地望她。 吃过黑饭，他要去东房睡。嫂嫂一把将他拉住。 “都有娃娃了，还怕羞？睡一搭。” 谷仓哥哥就跟她睡在了一搭。半夜，他被嫂嫂撩拨得又做了一次他注定要后悔的事。 “你还怕旁人说三道四？” 他喘息着摇头。 “嫂嫂，我养活不了你。” “一个大男人，有脸说这种话。” 他再也不说了。过了一段日子，他说他要走，要去闯金场，如果淘不来金子，打几只狐狸也能给她和娃娃置两件衣裳。嫂嫂没有阻拦他，觉得男人就应该这样精精神神地去为生活奔忙。 he went.但他已经失去了往日的英武和强悍，而古金场偏偏又是个弱者的葬场。 嫂嫂并不以为他是死了。这没有胆气成家立业的男人，为了躲开她和娃娃，不知到哪里寻口（要饭）去了。她等着他，一直等着。 冬去春来，一年又一年。 (End of the book)