Chapter 22 Sorghum wine.11

Grandma and grandpa walked to the counter at the same time, holding up lamps to look after them. There was not even a single gunshot wound on the wooden counter. This is the "seven-point plum blossom gun" that grandpa practiced so hard. Grandpa rode a black mule to the small hotel at the east end of the village.The store door was closed tightly, and there were several spider webs knotted on the door frame.Grandpa broke open the door and went in, and a smell of rotting corpses rushed into his brain.Grandpa covered his nose with his sleeve and watched carefully. The fat old man was sitting under the rafters, with a narrow bench under his bent legs. A circle of brown rope was wrapped around the old man's neck. The tongue is black.The half of the broken rope hanging above his head swayed gently under the impact of the air wave when grandpa opened the door.

Grandpa spat twice and pulled the mule to stand on the head of the village. The mule kept moving its legs upside down and flicking its bare tail to drive away flies the size of black beans.Grandpa thought for a long time, and finally got on the mule. The mule stubbornly twisted its neck towards home, but was pulled back by the hard and cold iron chain stuffed into its mouth.Grandpa punched it on the butt, and it took a step forward and ran along the sorghum path. At that time, the small wooden bridge in the Mo River was still intact. It was the rainy season, and the river was so vast that the water surface was level with the bridge deck, and a snow-white wave like a field ridge rolled over the bridge deck.The sound of water is loud.The mule was a little apprehensive, hobbling on the bridge and refused to move forward.Grandpa punched it twice, but it was still hesitating. Only when grandpa lifted its butt and pushed hard on the saddle, it bent down and trotted to the middle of the wooden bridge.Grandpa reined in the bit to stop it.There was shallow clear water flowing on the bridge, and an arm-long red-tailed carp jumped up from the west of the bridge, drew a rainbow, and fell to the east of the bridge.Grandpa was riding on a mule, looking at the river rolling in from the west.The mule's hooves were submerged in the water, and the black hairs on the hoofs were washed clean by the running water.It tentatively touched its lips to the churning waves, and the waves splashed its long and narrow face, its nostrils were tightly shut, and its white and regular teeth were bared.

On the south of the embankment is a single-flag green sorghum, which is open and open, like a vast and vast tile-blue backwater lake.Grandpa rode a mule all the way east along the embankment.At noon, grandpa took the mule into the sorghum field.The black soil soaked by the rain was like a paste, sinking the mule's four hooves and grandpa's instep.The mule writhed and struggled with its heavy body, and its four hooves were covered in mud, like a swollen human head.The mule's thick nostrils were whistling with white air and blue powder. The vinegar-like sweat and the fishy smell flying out of the trampled black mud made grandpa want to sneeze.The dense and soft green sorghum was knocked out of a bright alley by the grandfather and the mule. Not long after the grandfather and the mule walked by, the green sorghum slowly stood upright again, without any trace.

Where grandpa and mule walked, water seeped from the footprints of grandpa and mule, and soon filled with water.Grandpa's lower body and the mule's belly were splashed with big and small black mud spots.The puffing sound of pulling mud was hoarse and piercing in the windless and sultry crowd of sorghums growing wildly.Soon, grandpa was also out of breath.Grandpa's throat is dry, and his tongue is sticky and smelly; Grandpa thinks that the mule must also have a dry throat, and his tongue is sticky and smelly.The sweat was gone, and a layer of pine oil-like mucus flowed out from the body, burning the skin hotly.The sharp sorghum leaves sawed at Grandpa's bare neck.The mule shook its head angrily, trying to jump onto the sorghum plane and run.Another big black mule in my family was probably pulling the heavy mill around blindfolded at that time, and maybe wearily eating half-inch-long dried sorghum leaves and fried sorghum by the trough.

Grandpa was confident and walked straight forward along the ditch with confidence.The black mule kept looking at the master who forcibly pulled him forward with teardrop eyes that were cut by sorghum leaves, sometimes melancholy and sometimes angrily. Some fresh footprints appeared in the sorghum field.Grandpa smelled a long-awaited smell.The mule visibly tensed up.It kept snorting, and its huge body swayed among the sorghum stalks.Grandpa coughed exaggeratedly.Ahead, there was a charming fragrance.Grandpa knows it's here.With an accurate guess, Grandpa arrived at the place he had been longing for for a long time without taking an extra step.

Those footprints were oozing water in front of Grandpa and the mule.Grandpa didn't seem to look at those footprints, but followed them forward, and suddenly he sang loudly: "A horse left the Xiliang Realm—" Grandpa felt footsteps behind him, but he still walked forward like a fool.A hard object hit Grandpa's waist.Grandpa raised his hand obediently.Two hands reached out to his chest and dragged away the two pistols.A narrow strip of black cloth strangled Grandpa's eyes. Grandpa said: "I want to see the head of the family." A bandit picked up Grandpa by the waist, twirled it around for two minutes, and then let go abruptly. Grandpa plunged into the soft black soil, his forehead was covered with mud, and his hands were also covered with mud when he pressed the ground.Grandpa helped the sorghum to stand up, his head was buzzing, and his eyes were green and black.Grandpa heard the rude panting of the man beside him.The bandit broke off a sorghum stalk, handed one end to his grandfather, and held the other end himself, saying, "Let's go!"

Grandpa heard the footsteps of a bandit behind him and the gasping sound of a mule's hooves being pulled out of the sticky black mud. The bandits stretched out their hands and tore off the black cloth from Grandpa's eyes. Grandpa covered his eyes and shed dozens of tears before letting go of his hands.What appeared in front of Grandpa was a camp.A large field of sorghum was razed, and two large shacks were erected on the clearing.A dozen or so men were standing outside the hut in big coir raincoats. On a wooden pier at the entrance of the hut sat a tall man with a piece of flower skin on his neck.

"I want to see the head of the house." Grandpa said. "It belongs to the shopkeeper of the shochu pot!" Hua neck said. Grandpa said, "Yes." "What are you doing here?" "Learn from a teacher." Hua Neck sneered and said, "Aren't you fishing on the edge of the bay every day?" Grandpa said: "It's always inaccurate." Hua neck picked up the two guns of his grandfather, looked at the muzzles, hooked the empty guns, and said, "They are two good things. Why are you learning guns?" Grandpa said: "Hit Cao Mengjiu."

Flower neck asked: "Isn't he your wife's godfather?" Grandpa said: "He hit the sole of my shoe for three hundred and fifty! I took it for you." Hua neck smiled and said: "You killed two men and took over a woman, you should beheaded." Grandpa said: "He hit the soles of my three hundred and fifty shoes!" When Hua neck raised his right hand, he fired three shots in a row, and when he raised his left hand, he fired three more shots.Grandpa squatted on the ground, covered his head with his hands and yelled, and the bandits laughed together. Hua Neck said strangely: "This kid, can you still kill someone with this bit of rabbit guts?"

"Sexy!" said one of the bandits. Hua Neck said: "Go back and do your business well. Gaoli Bangzi is dead. From now on, your home will be the contact point." Grandpa said: "I want to learn how to shoot Cao Mengjiu!" "Cao Mengjiu's little life is in our hands, we can deal with him whenever we want," Hua Neck said. "Then I made this trip for nothing?" Grandpa said aggrievedly. Flower neck threw the two guns of grandpa over.Grandpa caught one clumsily, and the other fell to the ground, the barrel of the gun stuck in the mud.Grandpa picked up the gun, shook out the mud poured into the barrel, and wiped off the mud on the gun with the skirt of his coat.

A bandit wanted to put a black cloth on the grandfather's eyes again, and waved his hand with his neck twisted, saying, "Forget it." Hua neck stood up and said, "Let's go to the river to take a bath, just to accompany the shopkeeper for a while." A bandit was pulling the mule for Grandpa, and Grandpa followed behind the black mule, while Spotted Neck and the bandits surrounded Grandpa. Walking to the embankment, the scarlet neck looked at grandpa coldly. Grandpa wiped the mud and sweat from his face and said, "This trip is not worthwhile. This trip is not worthwhile. It's killing me from the heat." Grandpa tore off the muddy clothes on his body, threw the two pistols on the clothes he took off, walked quickly a few steps, and plunged into the river in one step.Grandpa fluttered as soon as he got off the river, like fried dough sticks rolling in boiling oil.His head was exposed for a while, then sank for a while, and his hands fluttered, as if he was trying to grab a straw. "This kid, can't swim?" a bandit asked. Flower neck snorted. My grandfather's struggling and shouting and the loud sound of choking water came from the river, and the rolling river carried him slowly eastward. Flower neck followed the river to the east. "The head of the house is really going to drown!" "Go down and catch him!" Hua neck said. Four bandits jumped into the river and brought up my grandfather, who was drinking like a jug.Grandpa was lying on the embankment, straight as if dead. Hua neck said: "Bring the mule here." A bandit came running with a mule. Hua neck said: "Put him on the mule's back and lie on his stomach." The bandits lifted Grandpa onto the mule's back, and Grandpa's distended belly squeezed against the saddle bridge. Hua Neck said, "Run on a mule." A bandit led the mule, a bandit drove the mule, and two bandits supported my grandfather.My family's big black mule galloped on the river bank.After running for about two arrows, a round, cloudy water column spewed out of Grandpa's mouth. The bandits lifted Grandpa off the back of the mule, and Grandpa lay naked on the embankment, looking at the tall, colorful neck with his white eyes like dead fish rolled up. Hua neck took off his big coir raincoat, smiled kindly, and said, "Boy, you took a life." Grandpa's face was pale, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched in pain. Flower neck and the bandits took off their clothes and jumped into the river with a flutter.Their swimming skills are superb.The water splashed in the Black Water River, and the bandits played mischievously in a water fight. Grandpa got up slowly, put on the colorful-necked coir raincoat, blew his nose, cleared his throat, and stretched his arms and legs.The mule's saddle was covered with water, and Grandpa took the colorful clothes and wiped the saddle clean.The mule rubbed its satin-smooth neck affectionately against Grandpa.Grandpa patted it and said, "Old Hei, wait, wait." When grandpa raised his guns, the bandits all scurry towards the river like ducks.Grandpa fired seven shots in a rhythmic manner.The brains and blood of the seven bandits were scattered in the ruthless water of the Black Water River. Grandpa fired seven more shots. Flower neck has climbed onto the river beach.His skin was as white as snowflakes washed by the ink river water.He stood fearlessly among the lush green grass on the river beach, and said with infinite admiration: "Good marksmanship!" The scorching, golden sun shines on the rolling and still water drops all over his body. Grandpa asked: "Old Hua, have you ever touched my woman?" Hua Neck said: "It's a pity!" Grandpa asked, "How did you get into this business?" Hua neck said: "You will not die on the kang in the future." Grandpa asked, "Don't you want to go into the water?" Hua Neck stepped back a few steps, stood in the shallow water by the river, pointed to his heart and said, "Let's hit here, it's ugly to break your head!" Grandpa said: "Okay." Grandpa's seven bullets must have made a honeycomb in the heart of the flower neck. With a groan, the flower neck leaned back into the river lightly, with two big feet on the water surface for a while, and then sank down like a fish. The next morning, grandpa and grandma each rode a black mule to their great-grandfather's house.My great-grandfather was melting silver to cast long-lived locks. When my grandparents broke in, they overturned the silver pot. Grandpa said: "I heard that Cao Mengjiu rewarded you ten oceans?" "My virtuous son-in-law, please forgive me..." The great-grandfather knelt on the ground. Grandpa took out ten ocean dollars from his pocket and piled them on the great-grandfather's bare forehead. "Straighten your neck, don't move!" Grandpa shouted sharply. Grandpa took a few steps back, "snapped" two shots, and sent two pieces of ocean flying. Grandpa fired two more shots, and M walked away with two oceans. The great-grandfather's body gradually shrank, and he collapsed on the ground before his grandfather fired ten shots. Grandma took out a hundred yuan from her bosom, and sprinkled silver light all over the place. Grandpa and father returned to their dilapidated home, took out fifty yuan from the double wall, disguised themselves as beggars, sneaked into the county town, and found a smeared man in a small shop with red lanterns near the train station. The woman bought 500 rounds of ammunition, and then, lurking for several days, tried her best to sneak out of the city gate, planning to settle the score with Leng Mazi. It was the afternoon of the sixth day after the ambush at the Mo River Bridge when Grandpa and Father drove the kid that was about to be suffocated by feces to the sorghum field at the west end of the village—August 15, 1939 in the ancient calendar. In the afternoon, more than 400 Japanese devils and more than 600 puppet soldiers surrounded our village like an iron barrel.Grandpa and father quickly tore open the goat's butthole. After the kid pulled out a kilogram of feces, he pulled out hundreds of bullets.Regardless of the dirty smell, the father and son quickly armed themselves and started a tragic battle with the invaders in the sorghum field.Although dozens of Japanese soldiers and dozens of puppet troops were shot and killed, they were powerless and unable to recover.In the evening, the villagers went to the south of the village where there was no gunshots to "get out of the water", and they were frantically fired by Japanese machine guns.Hundreds of men and women died in the sorghum fields, and the half-dead villagers tossed and rolled overwhelmed countless red sorghum. When the devil retreated, he set fire to all the houses in the village, and the fire soared into the sky, which lasted for a long time and burned half of the sky to white.The moon that night was originally rich and blood-red, but due to the war, it became pale and thin, hanging desolately in the sky like a faded paper-cut. "Father, where are we going?" Grandpa didn't answer.