Chapter 15 Children reading "Water Margin"

After talking a hundred times, my mother began to talk about "Water Margin".That fat monk Lu Zhishen loved to drink and eat dog meat, and would get into group fights at every turn, laughing happily. When Zhishen was sleeping, his snoring sounded like thunder, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, he defecated and urinated on the Buddhist temple—— An An pinched her nose and said, "It stinks." But she couldn't stop giggling. My mother thought to herself: Is this book going to ruin my life education?Let's go on for now: Lu Zhishen, drunk, staggered back to the mountain temple in the middle of the night. The mountain gate was closed, and he beat the door with his fist, thumping like a drum.After knocking for a while, I turned around and saw a King Kong next to the door, and cursed:

"You big bird! Don't open the door for me..." Jumped up and dismantled it, broke King Kong's hand, and used that severed hand to hit King Kong's leg, so hard that the masonry and color fell off... An Anyuan opened her eyes, listening intently.Mom was thinking: Ah, isn’t this the same as the Cultural Revolution teenager breaking the four olds? When An An heard Lu Zhishen kick the two hooligans into the cesspit, he laughed so hard that he lay on the bed and couldn't stand up straight. There are three strong men on Shaohua Mountain, with 700 minions, they robbed and robbed houses——

"What is fighting and shooting?" To rob a house is to rob things from family to family. Robbers! An An nodded, and her mother continued: These three robbers—um—three heroes, one is Zhu Wu, a magician military strategist, very smart; the second robber—er—a hero, is Chen Da; the third A hero is Yang Chun with a big knife.These good guys live in the cottage, and when they need money, they go down the mountain to buy road money, remember Li Zhong and Zhou Tong?They blocked the mountain road with weapons, and shouted: "Wu! Those guests, leave the money for the road!" Some of the guests came to fight with knives. They fought back and forth for more than ten rounds, and the younger brothers rushed up together. , killed most of the passing guests, robbed the cars and belongings, and the heroes sang songs and slowly went up the mountain...

An An frowned, not knowing what she was thinking, and her mother's voice became smaller and smaller. When talking about the night of Song Jiang and Po Xi, my mother stammered a little nervously. Po Xi said, it is not difficult for me to return this letter to you, there are three conditions: first, you write a piece of paper and let me remarry. The mother glanced at the six-year-old boy and said, there is nothing wrong with this one, it is the divorce certificate!They don't love each other anymore, so they want to separate. An An nodded. The second rule, even though the things I wear on my head, the things I wear, and the things I use at home are all made by you, there is also a document written on it, and you are not allowed to ask for it in the future.Well, my mother seemed to be talking to herself, this is not too much, the property is supposed to be shared by husband and wife, and half of each person when they break up, right?

An An nodded and agreed deeply: "My brother and I are the same way." The third item, the one hundred taels of gold that Liang Shanbo gave you will be given to me—this is too greedy, what do you think? An An made an expression filled with righteous indignation, "Yes, such a greedy woman!" Song Jiang came to lift the quilt, Po Xi refused to let her die, snatched it, grabbed a knife, Song Jiang snatched it, Po Xi saw the knife and shouted "Hei Sanlang murdered!" The second time, Song Jiang—— Mother stopped talking and stared at the book—"The left hand held down the woman long ago, but the right hand fell to the knife; the woman's neck was strangled, and the blood flew out, and the woman almost screamed. Song Jiang was afraid of her. Undead, another stab, and that head fell on the pillow alone..."

"What's up Mom?" Oh—hmm—hmm—Song Jiang killed Po Xi when he got angry.Mom said that she hurriedly covered the book, and then the government wanted to arrest Song Jiang, so Song Jiang fled to Liangshanbo.Good night!Go to sleep. "Mom, is Song Jiang a good man too?" An An asked in the dark after the lights were turned off. Mother tied his horns into place, kissed his forehead, and said softly, "He's not a good man, and good men don't kill people. Go to sleep!" "But the one hundred and eight people in Liangshanbo are all heroes?!" An An kicked the quilt unwillingly.

"Please——" Mom stretched her voice, "Can we talk about it tomorrow?" Tomorrow, tomorrow is really here in the blink of an eye; the mother is sitting on the head of her son's bed, staring at the new paragraph in a daze. "The woman saw that she was in a bad position, but she was about to scream. Wu Song grabbed him down, stepped on his dirty arms with both feet, and tore off the clothes on his chest. It was too late to speak, and he put the sharp knife on his chest. With one gouging, with a knife in his mouth, he dug open the chest and arms with both hands, took out the heart, liver and five internal organs, and offered them to the spirit; with one slash, he cut off the woman's head, and the blood flowed all over the ground..."

Later, my mother took a sip of water and said, because Pan Jinlian killed Wu University, so Wu Song avenged his brother, killed Pan Jinlian, and went up the mountain to become a robber—er—hero.Shall we skip to Chapter 28? When Wu Song was imprisoned, there was a camp manager, who was in charge of the cell, who brought him wine every day.It was only later that I found out that the management camp opened a wine and meat shop in Happy Forest, and used the prisoners in the cells as bodyguards and thugs. Passers-by had to obtain his permission before doing business. I have spare money, and at the end of the month there are two or three hundred taels of silver..."

Mom paused for a moment, thinking, isn't this the local ruffian mafia asking for protection money? Guan Ying's business failed, because there was a big, stupid guy nicknamed Jiang Menshen, who was better at kung fu than him, and he took away the business of the wine and meat shop.So Wu Song must help. "That's why Guan Ying delivers wine and meat to Wu Song every day!" Mom looked at An An thoughtfully. With the excitement of anticipation, An An asked, "Did Wu Song go to fight? Did you fight?" Wu Song drank a lot of wine, broke into Jiang's hotel drunk, smashed Jiang Menshen's hotel, and beat Jiang Menshen half to death...

"No way!" Mom suddenly closed the book with a bang, stood up with a firm expression, "An An, this Wu Song is simply a hooligan with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. He is not a hero at all. We don't want to read the Water Margin. Let's change it." Change! Change books!" An An begged bitterly, but the mother was unmoved, turned off the light as if she was angry with someone, and walked out of the room. The excuse was still looking for books, and my mother didn't talk about books for several nights.One afternoon, my mother was sitting in the study on the second floor writing something, listening to the sound of children playing under the window.Suddenly, she stopped writing, and the children seemed to be talking with an old man crossing the street. There was Ann's voice, and it was not clear what they were talking about.

After a while, there was the chirping sound of children chatting with old people crossing the street.After repeating it several times, my mother was really curious.She lay on the window, stretched out half of her body and looked down. Six-year-old An An and five-year-old Freddie stood opposite each other, waving flags tied with bamboo poles and rags, standing on both sides of the sidewalk.An old woman came hobbling with a vegetable basket. Two little boys stopped in front of her and crossed the flags to block the way. An An said in crisp German: "Hey! Passers-by, leave the road money! We brothers need some money!" The old woman laughed and said, "Oh! I met robbers in broad daylight! I have no money, but I have chocolates. Can I please? Please!" The two valiant men stared at the old woman's withered arms reaching into the vegetable basket with their bright eyes. "Okay, let's go!" An'an commanded forcefully; the two flags were withdrawn to make way. At one end of this street is a nursing home, and at the other end is a supermarket; An An obviously targets the elderly. Before the two robbers had time to catch the next old man, the mother had already left the window, ran down the stairs barefoot, rushed out the door angrily, and was about to curse, but An An happily came up to her, waving the flag and saying loudly : "Mommy, mommy—look, we robbed a lot of chocolate; Freddie got credit too..."