Chapter 3 Section 3

At noon, the hillside was covered with a layer of dark blue smog.Walking in this smog, even fair-skinned people will immediately turn dark, even people with brown teeth will immediately whiten their teeth, and straight-haired people will become a little curly--the manuscript says, as if It’s not hot enough——Xue Song walked on the hillside, and gradually felt the iron gun on his shoulder become hot, as if it had just been taken out of a melting furnace.This iron rod was intended to be used as a shoulder pole. Besides being hot, it also had another inconvenience—it weighed more than 30 kilograms, so it was not suitable for use as a pole.But he would never carry any pole on his shoulders.At the top of the iron gun, there was a not-so-sharp tip and a handful of red-dyed flax.If you don't know that this is a gun tassel, you will definitely misunderstand the nature of this gun, thinking that it is not a weapon, but a mop.In front of his navel, there is a strip of bamboo strips, as if hanging a big mushroom.So he went down the hill to get his fagots.

Xue Song's body is tall and strong, but when he exposed it, he lacked common sense.When he walked naked on the field, the handlebar was always a little swollen, which was not usual; so he carefully avoided all low-lying places.There will be ponds in low-lying places, which are full of dark green water.One side was turned into black mud by various footprints, and the other side was covered with taro and wild arrowhead mushrooms, with thick green leaves and scattered white flowers.There was a splash of water, and a girl's head emerged from among the leaves.She directly looked at Xue Song's crotch, then laughed and said: Look at you!Do you want to do me a favor?Such humiliation by mature men is always Xue Song's nightmare.After he declined the favor, the girl sank into the water.On the turbid water, only a hollowed out reed stood upright, and a strand of black hair.In the subtropical dry season, even the murkiest water is cool.Xue Song was stunned for a while, then walked up the ridge again, found his own bundles of firewood, strung them into a string with a long spear, and brought them home, and the dung beetles rolled the dung balls home in the same way.At this time, he was caught between a bunch of firewood, crawling like a centipede.He was so crowded by the firewood that he couldn't walk, so he could only walk in small steps, like a woman in a tube skirt.If there is a gust of wind, he will roll up on the hillside with the fagot.Although the story takes place in the Middle Ages, because of the remoteness of the place, there are some ancient scenes.

I have a special feeling for this story, as if I am Xue Song. Walking naked into the heat of Xiangxi is like walking into a scorching brick kiln; the iron gun is too heavy, and it is embedded in the flesh on the shoulder.As for the strips around the waist, it's too tight and cuts into the sides of the cock with a rough look--it seems funny.What's more interesting is that a little Hmong girl came out of the water to help me.But the author is not completely satisfied with this story. He said that this is because Xue Song is a lonely person.The story of a lonely person must be very boring, so the story starts again: In the late Tang Dynasty, Xue Song lived in Chang'an City.

Chang'an City is a huge city surrounded by gray brick walls.There are some domed city gates on the wall, and groups of gray donkeys often come into the city carrying grain and firewood.Morning and evening, the city is covered with a gray fog. You can’t buy bleached cloth in this place. If you buy the whitest cloth, you will find that it is gray if you look closely.This scene made Xue Song feel depressed, and as time passed, his voice became deep and deep.In the cold weather, he breathed out a breath of white air, and when he took a closer look, he found that it was also gray.In this way, the story has a gray beginning, and this tone is consistent with the era of the Middle Ages.In the Middle Ages, people used stove ashes to dye cloth, and women used grass ash as powder, so gray was everywhere.Xue Song always wants to do something extraordinary.For example, write some moral articles in order to become a saint; publish some political grand theories in order to become a famous official; open up territory for the Tang Dynasty and become a generation of famous generals.He always felt that the latter was easier and he was better at it.This is, of course, baseless fantasies...

Later, Xue Song bought an appointment and went to Xiangxi as a Jiedu envoy.Jiedushi was the biggest official position in the late Tang Dynasty, and some Jiedushi were even bigger than the emperor.Xue Song felt that he had won the jackpot, so he sold his wealth, bought ceremonial guards, horses and weapons, hired a group of soldiers, left the big city made of gray bricks, and went to make contributions on the red earth hillside.Later, he planted trees and bamboo on this red soil hillside, and built a stockade. To commemorate his luxurious residence in Chang'an City, he built his bamboo building with triple eaves. The characteristic is that it leaks badly when the rainy season comes.He also built a back garden for himself, dug a pond in the garden, and lived like this; when the weather was good in the dry season, he took out the armor covered with green mold to dry.After some years, Xue Song and his soldiers were old.Xue Song began to miss the gray city of Chang'an, but he would never forget his ambition to make contributions.

At the same time, I was sitting in the side hall of Wanshou Temple with a scar the size of dried tofu on the top of my head.The scar is shrinking and making my scalp tense.There are thousands of years and thousands of miles between me and Xue Song.It's really hard to imagine what kind of relationship there is between us.But I always want to think of Xue Song—other than him, I don’t know what else I can imagine: I may have been to tropical places in the past, seen bamboo buildings with triple eaves, and even dug a pond for myself ;I miss the gray Beijing city in front of me there, and I can't forget my determination to make contributions—it's not unreasonable to think so.But if I really thought about it that way, it's a stupid thing.

At some point in the past, Xue Song's story started in the city of Chang'an, and it was only when it reached the red soil hillside in western Hunan that it merged with the current story.This made the current Xue Song have an extra gray memory, and besides that, there were also some mercenaries.I think this is very good, there are more people and lively. The mercenaries under Xue Song were a bunch of rascals before they found an employer. They sat outside Chang'an city and basked in the sun.From this point of view, the sun seems to be very precious, but if you go to the sun now, you will definitely get prickly heat.There are rows of long benches at the entrance of Chang’an City, full of such people, and a sign is placed under their feet, which reads: Willing to serve as a soldier in the south, willing to serve in the north, or willing to serve in any place; Below this line is the resettlement fee requested.Since Xue Song could afford to buy an official, he could also afford to settle down as a mercenary.Of course, the money cannot be given in vain, and a tattooist must be invited to tattoo the faces of these soldiers on the spot, with "Phoenix Army" tattooed on the left cheek and "Pro-Military Camp" tattooed on the right cheek.These tattooed words are the contract between Xue Song and them.With the guarantee of these six words, Xue Song felt that he had a group of his own people, and he was no longer alone.Unfortunately, this tattooist knew these soldiers, so the tattooing was very shallow. Before he reached the west of Hunan, the writing disappeared, so Xue Song felt that he was still alone.

Under such circumstances, Xue Song certainly felt that his money was not worth the money, and wanted to hire someone to fix the stabs in the soldiers' faces, but the soldiers refused to do it and threatened to mutiny.At this time Xue Song did an indecent thing: he took off his pants and asked them to see his ass.In order to share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers and express his determination to take root in Xiangxi, Xue Song also asked the tattoo artist to tattoo two lines of characters. The one on the left is "Phoenix Army" and the one on the right is "Jiedushi".But he thought he was a member of the imperial court, and these words could not be tattooed on his face, so he tattooed them on his buttocks.Unfortunately, the words on the butt can't impress the mercenaries either.Moreover, these two lines of characters were stabbed so deeply that they would never fall off in a lifetime.Therefore, this will be Xue Song's lifelong laughing stock.The soldiers spit on it after reading these words.I think I can see the two lines of characters, which are flat official scripts, like characters carved on a chessboard.And I have an overwhelming urge to pull down my pants and look at my ass.This was not done because there were no mirrors in the room.Also, the house wasn't secluded enough.If someone caught me doing this, it would be hard for me to explain my actions...