Chapter 4 poisonous weed

It is a sunny autumn day.A friend came to visit, and after we chatted for a while, I don’t know who first suggested: “The weather is so refreshing, do you want to go out for a walk?” Since my home is located in the outskirts of the city, my friend and I went for a walk in the nearby grassland. In the field overgrown with weeds, the chirping of insects can still be heard during the day.A small stream about one foot wide flows through the grass, and many small hills rise on the bank.We sat down on the side of a small hill, looked at the cloudless sky, or looked at the creek like a ditch near our feet, and the various and dense small weeds on the bank, and sighed "ah, autumn is here" , we stayed in that place for a long time.

Suddenly, I noticed a clump of vegetation growing in the shade by the stream. "Do you know what that is?" I asked my friend. He has no interest in natural plants, he just answered casually: "I don't know." But no matter how much he hates flowers and plants, he will definitely be interested in this plant.No, only those who pay less attention to understanding nature are more likely to be attracted by its horrors.So, with a smug display of my erudition, I spoke of the uses of this plant. "This is called ×××. It can be seen almost everywhere. It is not highly poisonous. It is generally considered to be an ordinary flower and grass. It has received little attention. However, it is a miracle medicine for abortion. There were not so many medicines in the past. When it comes to abortion pills, other than this There is nothing else. Since ancient times, the so-called secret recipe for abortion by midwives has been the protagonist of this herb."

As expected, upon hearing this passage, my friend was immediately aroused with great curiosity.He was very enthusiastic to ask me how to use it.I teased him: "It looks like you need it urgently." But I still told him the detailed method in a long-winded manner. "Pick off a palm-sized fruit, peel off the skin, and then..." I gesticulated and told such secret things, and even the way of explaining them was full of wit and wit. Seeing my friend nodding in admiration frequently, I explained more and more meticulously. Now that we were talking about abortion, my friend and I naturally turned to the issue of birth control.As modern youth, we all agree with this point of view, and the discussion is naturally speculative.However, birth control has been artificially misused and spread among the unnecessary propertied classes, while the broad proletariat is unaware of such a movement.In fact, there are slum-like longhouses nearby, and each family has an unimaginable number of children.We passionately search for such things.

While we were discussing happily, the old postman's family living in the back came to my mind unexpectedly.The male owner of the family has worked in the third-class post office in the small town for more than ten years, with a monthly salary of only 50 yuan, and the Zhongyuan and New Year's allowances are each less than 20 yuan. The income is very meager.He was a heavy drinker and made sure to have a drink after dinner every night.He is very law-abiding, and during the long commuting years, I am afraid that he will not be absent from work for a day.He was over fifty and seemed to have married very late. He had six children at home, the oldest being twelve.The rent alone has to be paid ten yuan a month. How can a large family survive in such a tight situation?Every evening, the 12-year-old eldest daughter carefully carried the five-in-one bottle to buy wine for my father's dinner. I watched her miserable figure from the second floor every day.Then, the newly weaned three-year-old boy would cry all night weakly in a sickly voice (perhaps the baby felt hysterical about his surroundings).My sister, who is almost five years old, has swollen bumps on her head and face, and it seems to be itchy and painful at night, and she also cries hysterically.Looking at this scene, their forty-year-old mother really didn't know how to feel, besides, she was five months pregnant.It's not just the postman's family, there are also countless families with children next door and behind the house.In the vast world, there are more families that are dozens of times more unfortunate than the postman.

We chatted about these things indiscriminately. The short day of autumn has entered the sunset, and the original blue sky has turned to light ink. The nearby people lit brown lights and sat directly on the dirt, feeling inexplicably chilly.So my friend and I stood up and prepared to go home separately.At this moment, a human aura suddenly came from the hills facing away from him before. Turning his head inadvertently, he saw a woman like a wood carving standing there against the background of Xiang Wan's sky.In an instant, under the vast sky, she looked like an isolated alien, and her enlarged figure occupied all my field of vision.However, the next moment I realized that it was something scarier than a monster.The woman stuck in place like a fossil was the poor pot-bellied wife of the postman's family I was talking about just now.

The muscles in my face seemed to be frozen, and of course I couldn't say hello.The other party's eyes were empty and looking away, and even the corner of the eye did not pass us by.Needless to say, the ignorant woman of forty overheard everything we had to say. My friend and I fled in silence, without even saying goodbye.Imagining what would happen if those words were accidentally tapped, we—especially me—were terrified. When I got home, I thought about the woman more and more. She must have been there since I explained what the plant was for.I can't exaggerate how easy and painless abortions can be after taking it.When pregnant women with children in groups hear it, what will they naturally think of?In order to give birth to this child, some expenses must be squeezed out of the tight family budget.They are almost old age, but they have to hold a newborn baby, carry a three-year-old child on their backs, wash and cook.The husband who yells almost every night will become more irritable and irritable in the future, and the five-year-old daughter will become more hysterical.All these kinds of pain can be easily eliminated through an unknown plant... Wouldn't she have such an idea?

What's there to be afraid of, aren't you a birth controlist?Even if that woman secretly buried an extra life as you said, how can it be called a crime?Although rationality can think this way, it is difficult to appease the unconscious trembling all over the body.I seem to have committed a horrible crime of homicide, and I feel guilty. I was so guilty that I couldn't sit still and paced back and forth restlessly at home.Climb up to the second floor, and look out over the dark hills from the verandah where you can see the prairie, but the postman's wife is no longer there.Obviously it was unnecessary, but I still rushed down the stairs. After stepping on two or three steps and making a loud noise, I hurriedly put on my clogs, opened the lattice door and closed it again. After repeating this several times, I finally came to the hill again involuntarily Down.

In the darkness where I could no longer see a room ahead, full of fear, I kept turning my head to make sure no one was watching, and finally arrived at the hill.A foot-wide black stream gurgled through the gray mist.In the grass about a room away, some insects were chirping very clearly.I searched tensely, and soon found that among the low weeds around me, the plant was uniquely stretched out with monster-like thick stems and thick round leaves, but when I looked closely, half of a stem and leaf was broken off He looked like a cripple who had lost one arm, and his appearance was inexplicably sad.

In the twilight, I stood there in fear, and a strange scene emerged in front of my eyes: a forty-year-old woman with an ugly face like a lunatic and disheveled hair. After we left, she made a great determination, and her cheeks twitched because of it. Then, slowly walked down the hill, and fell to the ground to pick the plant.How comical, and how solemn the scene was!Because of my excessive fear, I almost yelled "Wow", and ran away. In the next few days, although I cared about the poor woman behind the house, I tried my best to pretend to forget about it, and tried not to pay attention to the small talk of my family.I went out early in the morning, lingering at various friends' houses, or watching a theater, or going to a banquet, and trying to hang out until the evening.But one day, I finally bumped into her unexpectedly in the alley next to my house.

When she saw me, she smiled shyly (how frightening that smile looked to me), and greeted me.A pale face as if recovering from a serious illness appeared in the disheveled hair. The more I didn't want to look at it, the more my eyes moved to her belt.Although expected, I couldn't help being surprised.It was a flat belly that looked like a hungry dog, and could be broken in two at any moment. Next, there is a little more to this story.One day, a month later, I overheard my grandmother and the maid whispering a strange subject in their room. "It must be the moon." Grandma said.

"Ouch, old lady living in seclusion, hehehe..." The maid responded.Of course, her actual laugh was not so refined. "Didn't you say this yourself? First, the postman's wife..." Grandma began to count, "Then the Beicun family's Akan, the man from the Ganzi shop...what's it called? Yes, Alei. Here, There are three people in this town alone, so this month must be the moon." Hearing this, I took a breath of relief. The world seemed to be completely different in an instant. "Is this life?" This sentence came to mind inexplicably. I stepped down the porch and couldn't help but go to the hill again. This day is also very sunny, Xiaoyangchun weather.In the boundless blue sky, unknown birds were flying happily in circles.I had no trouble finding that plant.Ah, how could this be?Every stem of the plant had been snapped off in half, leaving a bare, unbearable wreck. Maybe it was the work of wild kids nearby, or maybe it wasn't.I still don't know what the truth is.