Chapter 91 Zimbabwe

When Zhaoqing participated in the commune road construction battle, he was the most unwelcome person in the shed.People said that he came to the construction site with nothing but a naked dragon.All the property of the people is shared by him.When it was time to eat, he found that the chopsticks were gone, most likely he stole them first and was using them to pick up his meal.He found that the towel was gone, he must have just tore it away, and he must be somewhere at this moment, wiping his bony chest or his wide nostrils.The educated youth cared about his scorched teeth and his long nose hair, and hated him most for stealing towels.After taking the towel back, he always washed it several times with soap, and suspected that the dirt from his nostrils remained on the towel.He smiled cheekily, but accused the other party of being petty, and sometimes even shameless, "I didn't wash the crotch of the mother-in-law with a towel, what are you so afraid of?"

Zhao Shorty said everything in his crotch.Who has a nosebleed, does he say you have moon water?Who goes to pee, does he say you stick your head out to see the sky?As far as these two jokes are concerned, he can say them endlessly, and he doesn't find them monotonous. He also talked about his son San Er, about how this unfilial son seduced Tie Xiang to elope, "Before I did anything, he got a woman on the street first, you see, it's annoying!" Female educated youths are the most disgusted by him.Every time I go to work, I don't want to be with him. He never used soap at home.But he can't allow others to be special, and he can't tolerate anything in the world that can escape his exploration.It didn't take long for him to become interested in soap, too, and he always took it with him when he stole towels.When the washing was in full swing, a large bowl of soap bubbles would come out of a single gown, which was really appalling in the eyes of the soap owner.

Mou Jisheng came back from work.When I found out that the piece of soap I had just bought had become so small that I couldn't recognize it, I couldn't help feeling sad and indignant. "Mega Shorty, you have no morals at all, you embezzle other people's property and break the law, do you know that?" Zhao La made a long face, "What are you yelling at? I am a grandfather, and my grandson has enough cattle to herd, and he has enough firewood to collect. It is against the law to use your alkali?" "Look what you are using! Pay! You pay!" "If you pay, you will pay! Can you afford to pay even a piece of meat? I will pay you ten yuan. Look at you!"

Someone next to me joked: "You take the dragon root to accompany you" Zhaoqing's face turned red, "Think I can't afford to pay? My swine wife has just given birth, and she has to eat a pot of pigs a day, and she will be slaughtered." The other party was still seeking truth from facts, "Even if your pig woman wants gold, you still have to be willing." "I'll pay, I'll pay! Take off your pants and pay him." Mou Jisheng jumped up, "No trousers, are your trousers worn by humans?" "Why isn't it worn by a human? It hasn't been a month since it was sewn."

"A mother-in-law's pants are the same, there is no place to pee." Mou Jisheng despises the countryman's short-cut trousers the most. They are held by a straw rope, have no belt buckle, and have no lines.People always wear the front and back alternately, so the back crotch often reaches the front, and the bulging bag protrudes forward, giving people a feeling that the lower body is connected in the opposite direction. "Then what are you going to do?" Mou Jisheng didn't think there was anything interesting in Zhao Shorty's place, so he was at a loss, so he had to leave the problem of a piece of alkali to be solved later.

Only then did we understand why people in Maqiao called Zhaoqing a "Zimbaro".Zimbarao means stingy guy, stingy ghost, cheapskate.In Maqiao vocabulary, "jin" is opposite to "rock". "Yan" refers to stupidity or honesty, which is mountainous; "Jin" refers to cunning and shrewdness, which is watery, which coincides with the ancient saying that "the benevolent loves mountains and the wise love water".Considering that in ancient times, where there were rivers, there was transportation, commerce, and more calculations and calculations. Of course, it is not unreasonable to use the word "Jin" to describe people who are good at calculations.

I slept with Zhaoqing for a few days, and I couldn't bear his grinding of teeth the most.Every night, with a deep hatred for someone, he gritted his teeth and gnashed his teeth all night long, chewing tons of glass or steel nails like he was unyielding, and the whole work shed shook.Even though it was several sheds away, Sleepless Man's nerves must have been clenched and crushed by his teeth.I noticed that when many people wake up in the morning, their eyes are red, their eyelids are puffy, their hair is messy, their hands and feet are limp, as if they were exhausted and painful after a catastrophe.If there hadn't been the sound of Zhao Shorty's teeth grinding, everyone might not have been frightened like this.

Zhao Qing acted as if nothing had happened, walking lightly and silently, sometimes grinning with yellow teeth, covering up the hatred of the night without showing any traces. I mentioned this.He seemed a little complacent, "You didn't sleep well? Why didn't I hear anything? I didn't even turn over in my sleep." "You must be windy, or you will be full of worms!" "I want to look after the doctor. You can lend me some money, three or five yuan will do." Borrowing money again.After a few painful lessons of borrowing but not paying back, I now get angry when I hear it, "You still have the nerve to ask? I opened a bank?"

"Just borrow it for two or three days. For two or three days, I'll pay the pig back as soon as it's out." I won't believe him.I know that not only me, but almost all educated youths have lost their hands in front of him, and once the money is sold, it is difficult to turn back.It seemed to him that borrowing money had become a hobby, a pastime, a cultural diversion that had little to do with actual purpose—often when he didn't need the money.Once, he was willing to be scolded bloody by the photographer, passed him a dollar in the morning, and returned the original under his fist in the afternoon, without doing anything.Of course, borrowing money is a matter in itself. A ticket has been warmed in his pocket for several hours, and he can feel very at ease and happy in his heart. "Is money the same as money?" Once he said seriously, "There is nothing so great about using money , People know how to use it. What kind of money to use, and how to use it happily, is what matters.”

He also said: "One life, one autumn of grass and trees, what is money? People just want to live happily." It's quite philosophical. He still grinds his teeth, and finally I can only be expelled into another shed.In fact, he had nothing to carry, no quilt, no box, no bowl, no chopsticks, not even his own pole and hoe.He is innocent and innocent, no one in the work shed is willing to take him in, even his cousin who is in the same pot thinks that he does not have a straw mat, and is unwilling to share a bed with him.A long time has passed, and he still hasn't found the nest he can belong to.It doesn't matter, he is the same as others, he still lives every day, living sharply and delicately.As soon as it was dark, the dark night squeezed out his humbleness.He tried his best to clean his head, hands and feet, put on as cute a smiley face as he could, strung around one by one, secretly looking for the target, half-begging and half-asking for an empty bed.If you are not careful, he will get into the corner of the bed.If you hesitate again, he will pretend to be snoring.No matter how you scold him and beat him, no matter how you pull his hair and ears, he won't open his eyes or move.

You kill him. He is small in stature, as thin as a dry clam mold, sleeping in the corner of the bed seems to have only a small hand, and with his bent back and feet, it really doesn't take up much space. If one day everyone is on guard.If he couldn't find a place to live, he would set up two poles in a sheltered place and spend the night with his clothes on.This is one of his special skills.He even once demonstrated the ability to sleep on a shoulder pole, sleeping for half a day, not moving, not falling off, with a spine that is enough to make acrobats walking on wire stare. He would rather perform his shoulder-carrying kung fu every night than go home and fetch a straw mat.It's a little strange that he sleeps frost and sleeps dew, and has never suffered from any illness, but is always as energetic as a little rooster.Every time I woke up, he was already busy, sitting in the dim morning light, picking some straw rope or grinding a hoe.By the time I got to the construction site bleary-eyed, he must have been sweating.The sun is coming out.The sun burns the boundless mist on the earth, and coats the whole body of Zhao Dwarf with orange light.I especially remember that his digging movements are very beautiful, the heavy palladium head does not seem to be raised by him, but bounces up automatically, following his steps, one step at a time, one step at a time.The moment he lowered his head, with a flick of his wrist, the palladium head turned around, and the hedging head smashed the lump of soil accurately and in time.His feet step on the rhythm alternately and evenly, without any sloppy movements, and there will never be any waste of time and energy.His movements cannot be considered individually, all movements are actually one, inseparable, coherent, free-form, stretching and smooth, it is simply an impeccable dance.With his head down, he is an elegant and brilliant dancer of orange mist. Of course, this machine has the most work points.If it is a piecework job, he often does the work of others for two or three days a day, which makes everyone envious and unbelievable.Nevertheless, he still spent the night on the pole.I found out later that he usually lives like this at home—he has seven or eight cubs to eat, and the torn quilts on the two beds have to cover the cubs. When the family planning movement started, he was the key object of sterilization.He was most dissatisfied with this, saying that the Communist Party controls the world, so why should it be controlled in the crotch? Later, he obediently went to the commune health center.There are many opinions as to why it was he and not his mother-in-law who underwent the procedure.He said that the mother-in-law was sick and couldn't tie it.Others said that he was worried that his wife would steal someone, and it would be easy to deceive the world after getting tied up.Others said, what, each person who undergoes a vasectomy can enjoy two packs of glucose and five catties of pork as rewards from the government. Zhao Shorty has never eaten glucose, so he scrambles to get a knife and enjoy it once.More than ten days later, he went out and went to work, his face was shaved green, and his face was much rosier, as if the glucose really had a goddamn effect.The younger generations laughed at him, saying that it was all women who did the piercing, so how could a man do it?He cut it off with a knife, "Don't you become an eunuch? He was so anxious that he said that the government had guaranteed that there would be no such thing. Seeing that everyone still didn't believe it, he tore off his pants and let everyone visit and clear his innocence. Hei Xianggong had a grudge with him about soap, and he didn't want to let him go, saying that although his appearance hadn't changed much, God knows if it would work? Zhaoqing said: "Boy, call your sister Xia, and you will know whether it will work or not." Xia Meizi is a female educated youth, whom Mr. Hei just made up his mind about. Mr. Hei blushed, "He is playing a hooligan!" Zhao Shorty slowly tied up his trousers, "Your heart hurts when you talk about your sister Xia, doesn't it? Your butt is so round, sister Xia, doesn't it make people..." Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Hei rushed to him and knocked him down with a Mongolian wrestling movement.When he looked up, his face was covered in mud. Mudface got up and ran far away, yelling, "Cub, cub, cub, I'm so proud of my grandson, I just had an operation, and even the minister He of the commune came to express condolences to the patient who was just discharged from the hospital." Me, say that I have made a contribution to the country, do you dare to fight? Do you dare to fight?..." He went home clutching his stomach, and let out his words; he was beaten internally, and he spent more than five yuan on herbal medicine.He had already taken a hoe from Mr. Hei, and it was worth three yuan; a towel was worth 50 cents—Mr. Hei still owed him more than two yuan, no or not. His vasectomy has since become a reason for him to charge a price for everything, and a preferential card for him to travel everywhere.He will plow the field today (the work points for plowing are high) because he plowed it; he will not plow the field tomorrow (the work points for oil extraction will be higher) because he plowed it; When he did it), it was because he got it; when he continued to fall tomorrow (when he handed in the manure to the team), it was also because he got it.He has been very successful, and even tried to extend this success to places other than Maqiao.He and Fucha went to the county to buy seeds and took the bus on Changle Street.He is determined not to buy a ticket.It's not that he doesn't have money, the public's money is not the flesh on his body.But he has an instinctive dislike and hatred for money, and he is indignant at any fare. He insisted. The conductor laughed: "Which one invites you to sit? If you want to sit, that's the price. If you don't sit, hurry down!" "Triangle, forget about triangle? Four corners? Four corners and five?" "National car, which one will bargain with you!" "That's weird. There is no bargaining when doing business. We have a negotiation when we buy a load of dung." "You go to buy dung, no one invites you to ride in the car." "What are you talking about, sister?" "Hurry up, one yuan and two, bring the money." "What do you guys want so much money for? I don't believe it. In such a big car, if there are more people in it, the wheels may turn more?" "Go down!" The other party pushed him down impatiently. "Help! Help!" Zhaoqing clung to the car door and sat down on the ground. "I just stabbed it, and the commune and the Ministry have come to express their condolences to me. How dare you not let me sit?" The driver and the conductor couldn't explain clearly to him, and all the passengers in the bus shouted anxiously, asking the driver to drive quickly.I was a little afraid of re-examination, so I hurriedly took out the money and bought the ticket. Afterwards, Zhaoqing's complexion was not good all the time. He opened the car window, pulled the seat cushion, spit angrily, and did not get off the car when he arrived at the stop. Alone, still reluctant to drill out the door. "The Yibian people are abductees. The price of two catties of meat is just the time of soaking shit." He cursed uncleanly in his mouth. When he came back from the county, he said he would not take the bus anymore, and he was full of anger at all the buses. Whenever he saw one on the road, he would call out "stinky bitch" and "thief" and spit at the fast-moving cars. chase after.In the end, all cars are among his abhorrence, and he will give him a vicious stare.When we walked to Huangshi, a jeep crushed a farmer's duck to death. The driver refused to pay for it.Out of nowhere, he was so angry that he squeezed in from the crowd of onlookers and punched the driver without saying a word, causing the driver to sit back and his nostrils were bleeding immediately.The onlookers originally sympathized with the duck's owner, but were afraid of the driver's prestige, so they didn't dare to speak. When they saw someone taking the lead, there was a lot of shouting and beating, which made the driver and his accomplices turn pale in fright, and hurriedly pulled out the duck. Give money to eliminate disasters. Jeep ran away in a panic.The owner of the duck was very grateful to Zhaoyou, saying that the driver belonged to the county government. He used to come here often and was a famous bully.If it wasn't for Zhaoqing's righteousness, the driver might have arrested him and taken him to the county. Zhaoqing didn't pay attention to the gratitude and admiration of others, and no one paid attention to what the county government meant. He still regretted angrily, saying that the jeep slipped too fast. He and Fucha continued on their way, wanting to take a tractor along the way, but they were stopped several times by the tractor driver, so they had to walk on the hot road.Fucha was sweating profusely on the way, and couldn't help complaining: "Anyway, it's the team's fare, what are you trying to save for it? It's not, you're making trouble for yourself!" "Isn't it too expensive to be outraged by the common people?" Zhaoqing pointed to the fare, "I can eat less and wear less, but I just feel angry." One after another, the number of road signs passed.They were so thirsty that their throats were smoking, and they came across a roadside stall selling tea, a bowl for a penny.Fucha drank two bowls and asked Zhaoqing to drink too.Zhaoqing rolled his eyes at him, didn't speak, didn't drink, just curled up and slept under the shade of a tree.They walked another ten miles in the sun and passed a well. Zhaoqing borrowed a bowl from a kiln shed by the roadside and drank eight bowls in one go. Flooding, almost out of breath.He taught Fu proudly: "Xing Zai, I said that your dragon root hair has not yet grown, and you don't know the hardships and hardships of life. I said that this kind of person can't make other people's money, but he can still make his own money." The team subsidized five cents a day for food to those on business.Zhaoqing walked for a day hungry, left some money back home, and even got a bowl from a hut by the side of the road.