Chapter 16 houses

A house is a house where a family lives, a place for children and men to live in, a place specially designed for them to keep them together, a place to accommodate them to run around, to dispel their adventurous temperament, and to disperse them when they grow up. The mentality of running away and fleeing.To explore this extremely difficult question, one must come into contact with material that is so delicate that it is difficult to grasp, that is to say, women's thoughts, women's inner thoughts surrounded by houses as symbols.That's the difficult job of figuring out how to connect children and men in common.

The house created by women for people to live in is the so-called Utopia.A woman will never refuse such a request, that is to say, even if her intention is not for the happiness of her family, she will still ask for it again and again, and her attention to this cause seems to revolve around the search, even if Career has become a common proposition, and she will never give up.Women always say that one should know about the blessings of individual people, but one should not trust them.She believes that only in this way can she guide her children to pursue a happy state of life.It is the wish of women and mothers to guide children to pay attention to life.As a mother, she knows that focusing on the well-being of others is less harmful to her children than trusting in one's own.

In Knoeffler, Hua Chang started to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner in the afternoon.It was when they were out at work, or out for a walk at Holland Pond, or sleeping in their room, and I did things.At this time, the ground floor of the house and the garden all belong to me.It is at times like this in my life that I clearly see how much I love them and only want them to be well.I will never forget the silence that followed when they were gone.Entering this silence is like diving under the sea.It is not only a kind of happiness, but also being in a very clear and clear state of imagining the future. This is also a way of thinking, maybe it can be said to be a way of no thinking-not far away-maybe this enters the realm of writing.

Don't rush it, just pay attention and let this go on while I prepare dinner for those who won't be home in the afternoon.I cook a thick soup, and if they are hungry, they will find it ready.If there is no soup, there is nothing.If there is, but it is not prepared, it means that there is nothing, and there is no way for people to talk about it.All kinds of food are often bought early in the morning and prepared there. At that time, you only need to pick the vegetables, peel them, wash them, put them in the thick soup, and cook them.This is like writing an article, just start writing.Nothing else.

I have wanted to buy a home for a long time.I never dreamed that I might own a new house.In Pfleur, the houses are two rural establishments that existed long before the Revolution.It has been around for almost two centuries.I think about it often. It was there in 1789, 1870.Where the forest of Rambouillet meets the forest of Versailles. It didn't belong to me until 1958.I think of some nights and can't help but feel pain for them.I know a few women who have lived here in the past.I found these rooms before me in the same "shadow, and these women dwelt in them. Before me, in the midst of these four walls, there have been nine generations of women, and many more, with fires around them , children, servants, a woman who kept pigs. The whole house was worn smooth by human bodies, children, dogs coming and going, and the door corners were still covered with scratches.

Year after year, these things are what women think about the most, and the children are very young, and they have to make beds for them: how to keep them from catching cold and getting sick, they all keep in mind.All this is almost always impossible to achieve, without any results. There are some women who can't do it, they don't have a place to live, they do things clumsily, they overwhelm the house, they overfill it, they don't know that the house is going to open up, open out, they don't get anything right, they don't get anything If it can’t be done, it will be difficult to live in the house, and it will be impossible to live. When the child reaches the age of fifteen, he just wants to run away from home, just like we escaped from home.We ran because there was only one way, the kind of adventure Mother had expected.

Many women cannot properly handle this chaotic situation, and the so-called family disputes have become a major problem at home and cannot be resolved.Running a household is unbelievably difficult, women know it, but they are not up to it.Whether you know it or not, it doesn't help.These women can only move from one room to another at home, change places, hide the chaos in the basement, or hide it in a locked room, or throw it into a cage and cupboard to hide it deep and secretive. In their own homes, like this, they even made some locked and closed places. These places are not opened after being locked, and they are not afraid of being ridiculed even in front of their family members.Most of them have good intentions.They are also very naive, thinking that the chaotic problem will always be solved "in the future", how can they know that the time they call "in the future" does not exist now, and will not appear in the future.When that future really comes, it will be too late, too late.The so-called chaos refers to the accumulation of property, and it is also very difficult to solve it by dividing the property.I believe that any woman suffers from not being able to give up, to share.There are some families who have kept a large house, children, Mr. Earl, village chief, skirts and toys for three hundred years.

Of course I have to give up, and I am very sorry for it.We are always sorry for throwing a certain part of our life away for nothing.But if you have nothing to give up, you don’t want to give up, and you keep the time, you can only organize it and save it in the file to live a lifetime.Many women keep their electric light and gas bills for twenty years for no reason, just for time, use, and how many years have passed. I want to say this again.It must be said repeatedly.A woman's work, from waking up to going to bed, is as hard and toilsome as a day in war, and harder than a man's working day, for a woman has to make her own way of dealing with others, with her family, with the customs of the outside world. Schedule.

For five hours in the first half of the day, she has to prepare breakfast for the children, groom them, dress them, clean up the room, make the beds, and she herself has to groom, dress, go shopping, cook, and set the table. Within 20 minutes, let the children Eat a good meal, yell, send the kids to school, wash the dishes, do the laundry, and so on, maybe until 3:30 in the afternoon, only half an hour, to read the newspaper. A good mother of a family, when she spends her hours dividing and disjointed, is, to a man, a silent continuum. This silent time continuum is actually accepted as life rather than as a representation of life.Here, we go deep into the deep aspects of things.

It can be said that this kind of quiet and silent time has been around for a long time, and it has always been like this. For the people around the woman, it even becomes invisible.I mean, women's hard work is to men like rain clouds in the sky, or rain from clouds.This function is accomplished just as much as that of daily sleep.The man is satisfied with this, and his family declares that all is well.It was true of the man of the Middle Ages; it was true of the man of the Revolution, and it was true of the man of nineteen hundred and eighty-six. One thing I forgot to say is this: A woman must remember that she cannot overestimate her son any more than she can overestimate her father.The same can be said for women.When a woman dies, she still cries.This means that she is irreplaceable.

This has been the case in the past.In the past, no matter what side I was on, no matter what century of world history I was in, I have never seen a woman who did not dance on the ropes of death in a deeply restricted and unbearable situation. Now, wherever I turn in our time, I see little starlets in all sorts of intermediary roles in tourism or banking, and they are so pretty at the top of the scale, and they don't know what to do. Tired, always well-informed, but they are also dancing on the rope of death. So, you see, I write for no purpose.I feel like I write because I have to.I'm not writing for something.I don't write for women either.I write about women in order to write about me, who has been through the centuries. I've read Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own, and Michelet's The Witch. ①Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) British female novelist and critic.Michelet (1789-1974), French historian and writer. I don't have a study at all.They were all lost, and even the thought of hiding had to be given up.It's all over.With the two books mentioned above, it was as if I opened my body and my mind, as if I was reading stories about my life in the Middle Ages in the 19th century forest and handicraft field.I never saw a man read that Woolf book. M． D． , we are separated, as she said in her novel①. ①M． D．That is Marguerite Dullah, lamenting that she and M. D．It has been separated, and it seems to be two people. The interior of the house.material home. My mother was the first school I went to.Let's see how she organized her few homes.How she keeps them spotless.It was she who taught me what cleanliness is. In Indochina in 1915, the mother of three was, by nature, a superstitious, morbid cleanliness. This woman, my mother, wanted nothing more than to keep us, her children, at any time in life, no matter what happened, even the most serious events, such as wars, were not caught by surprise.As long as we have a place to live and our mothers, we are not abandoned, we are not in trouble.Wars, floods, droughts, isolation, these things can happen, but for us, housing, mothers, food and drink are always available.I believe that right up to her death she was preparing a jam stockpile for the outbreak of WW3.She also stores sugar and dried noodles.This is a pessimistic estimate born of a deep-seated pessimism, which I have also inherited in its entirety. In the episode on the levee, my mother was deceived into a great loss and abandoned by everyone.She raised us in isolation.She explained to us that she was scammed.Money was stolen and abandoned because our father was dead and there was no one to protect her.One thing she knew for sure was that our family had been abandoned. ① See the author's third novel "The Great Wall of the Pacific Ocean" published in 1950. I also have this preference for housework, and it is very deep.I have maintained this habit all my life, and it is still there today.Even now, whether there is food in the closet, in order to maintain life, live, continue to live, I must always know whether the necessary things are prepared.For the sake of my loved ones, for my children, I tried my best to pack enough boats for the journey of life. I still often think of the houses my mother lived in in the settlement where she worked. It takes seven hours to walk from her residence to the nearest white residential area and to the nearest doctor.In the place where she works, there are plenty of food and medicines, medicine powder, antiseptic soap, alum, acid, acetic acid, quinine, disinfectant, emetine for emetic, digestive medicine, emphysema medicine, liver disease Medicine, charcoal, everything.I mean, my mother was so much more than my mother, she was like an institution.Local people also came to see her and asked her to treat her illness.The scope of the home has been expanded.Indeed it is.We had self-awareness about all of this very early in our lives, and we are very grateful to my mother for that.This is the mother, this is the house that surrounds the mother, and this is the mother who lives in that house.She has foreseen times of danger, times of calamity to come, and she therefore extends herself beyond herself.My mother experienced two wars firsthand, and lived in the flames of war for nine years.She is still waiting for the third war.I believe that until her death, she waited for this third war to come, just as she waited for the next season.For that she read the newspaper, I think, trying to read between the lines to see if the war was imminent, and I don't remember her saying anything about the delay, not once. When we were little kids, my mother played war games for us.She took a long stick for a rifle, slung it over her shoulder, and walked before us, singing "Saber et Meuse."In the end she was sobbing.We comfort her.Yes, my mother loved men's wars very much. I believe that mothers, almost everywhere, in all the contexts of our childhood, and beyond childhood, in all the contexts of life, represent madness.She was always weirder and crazier than any weirdo, crazy person you could meet, and to us, her children, that was it.A lot of people talk about their mothers and say, "I said, I believe, my mother was crazy. Crazy." People can't help but cry for their mothers when they reminisce, which is very interesting . In my house in the country at Chateau Knorfleur, I used to make a list of must-haves for the home.About twenty-five kinds of things were opened.That list has been kept there.Because it was written in my own hand.What is listed on the list is always kept intact. Here in Trouville, the situation is different, here is an apartment house.What I imagined there doesn't apply here.But the reserves at Knopfler are always there.Here's that list: Refined Salt Onion Bleach Pepper Garlic Bread Wash (Hand Use) Sugar Cottage Cheese Coffee Creamy Yogurt Wine tea metallic gauze Potato Flour Toilet Paper Coffee Filters Assorted Dried Noodle Egg Light Bulb Fuse Rice Peeled Tomato Laundry Soap oil coarse salt Vinegar Nescafe This list is always there, posted on the wall.There are already all the above, and no other items have been added.Since this list was issued.Twenty years have passed.Five or six hundred new products were created in the future, but none of them were adopted from this list. Housing is divided into external order and internal order.The external order is the management that can be seen at home, and the internal order belongs to the concept, emotional bearing and the kind of eternal feelings close to the children.According to the home life envisioned by my mother, it is actually to arrange a home for us.I can't think of a house she would furnish for a man or a lover.Initiatives in this area are completely irrelevant to men.A man can build many houses, but he cannot create a home.Fundamentally, men do nothing with children.Materially, they can't do anything.They only know how to take their children to the movies or go for a walk.Until now, I thought so.They came back from get off work, clean and new, ready for bed when the baby came up to them for a hug.He felt very happy.There are huge differences between men and women. Incidentally, I don't think the situation of women has changed fundamentally.Even if someone helps them with the housework, even if she is more experienced, wise, and bolder than before, the whole housework is still done by the woman.Even if she is more confident now.Even though she's writing far more now than ever, a woman still needs to focus on a man, and that hasn't changed.The basic wish of a woman is still to take care of the family and maintain it well.If there is a change in her social status, then she has done all these things in addition, that is, this change is formed by doing more.Man, has he changed in any way?hardly.Maybe less yelling.Now he is even more reticent.That's right.Can't see what to say.So he was silent and didn't speak.From this there is silence, and it appears perfectly natural.So his own voice fell silent. A woman is home.She was and still is.Maybe someone raised the question: Is it the woman who takes care of the man who keeps the house?I said yes.Because at such a moment, the man belongs to the child, and he is no different from the child. A man's needs are like a child's.There must be support.For women.This is also a kind of entertainment.Men think they are heroes, but they are always like children.Men like war, hunting, fishing, motorcycles, cars, like children too.When he fell asleep, it became clearer.That's why women love men so much, there's no need to lie about it.Women love naive, fierce men, women love hunters, warriors, and children. This has been the case for a long time.When the kids were little, I would go into the kitchen and get him something to eat and bring them to the table.I ate a plate and waited for more, so I went to do it, thinking of nothing, only feeling happy and happy.Many women do this.Just like this, like me.They do it when the child is under twelve, and they continue to do it when the child grows up.For example, Italian women, in Sicily, you can see an eighty-year-old woman serving a sixty-year-old child.I have seen such things with my own eyes in Sicily, such women. A house is never enough, we should admit it, it is like who gave you a yacht, a boat.It is indeed a remarkable job to manage a house well, whether it is movable property or immovable property, it is lived in by people anyway.Not really perfect, making many mistakes in the housekeeping, and being frivolous, that is, a woman who does not repair some damages in time in the housekeeping.For the repair of the house and residence, I must do it to the end.I'm going to go right down to the details, and the reader may not understand why.Having said that, I have to say that there are many women who wait for three broken electrical outlets, a cracked vacuum cleaner, and a leaking water tap before they can call a plumber to fix it or buy another outlet. They don't do it right. of.Generally speaking, this happens when women don't do it well, because they "have no time", but they think that their husbands should pay attention to these things in their hearts, so they infer that the cause of their misfortune is on their husbands.These women don't understand that women keep the house like this all their lives, so men don't see anything in the house, all they see from childhood is their mother, the woman.Of course they saw that the electric socket was broken, what did he say?He said, "Hey, the socket is broken," and walked away.If the vacuum cleaner is broken, they can't see it, they can't see anything about it.The same goes for a child, who can't see anything.Therefore, for men, women's behavior is invisible.If a woman does something wrong, if she forgets something, or if, say, she deliberately does not buy an electric socket out of revenge, then the man still ignores it.They may tell themselves that she has her own reasons for not buying an electrical socket or fixing a vacuum cleaner, and that it would be wrong for him to ask her to do this or that.Of course he was afraid that he would suddenly confront disappointment head-on and bring things on himself, that would be bad.Someone told you: Men are now "involved too".How the situation unfolded is not quite clear.Men try to "step in" into this material dilemma—that's for sure, but I don't know how to think about it yet.A boyfriend of mine cooks and does housework at home.His women do nothing.Later, this friend of mine took care of the children, cooked meals, scrubbed floors, went shopping, made mattresses, and did all kinds of drudgery.In addition, he has to work to earn money to support his wife and several children.His woman is afraid of noise and chaos. If she likes her, she wants to have several lovers.So she built a small house not far from the house where the man and the child lived.He also accepted this kind of thing, because she was the mother of his children, and he had to keep her.He takes anything.He is not in pain.how to say?Me, when I see such a man with such a heavy responsibility, I can't help but have a slightly disgusted reaction. I've been told that men mostly do heavy work and can be seen on tool racks in vast warehouses.For such things, I do not answer.Because of heavy work, that's exactly what a man's physical activity is.Coming out of the office, logging, that's a sporting activity, not work.A man of average physical strength and average build, if anyone says such a thing must be done, he will do it.He can do dishes, he can do shopping, and he can do shopping.He thought he was a hero when he bought the potatoes, and he had always had a terrible tendency to do so.But what's so great about it. Some say I'm exaggerating.People say to me all the time: I'm exaggerating.You think that's what it says, don't you?You said: idealized, saying that I idealized women.also possible.Who said it?Anyway, idealizing women is not bad for women. ． You can think about what you want from what you said to me.Since I'm talking about women's hard work, I'm forced to use a language that's not easy to understand.It is chiefly about the woman, her home, her surroundings, her struggles for welfare. After all, a man and a woman are different and not the same. The identity of a mother is not the identity of a father after all.A woman, in the position of a mother, gives her body to her children, children, and the children are on her, as on a hill, in a garden, they eat her, they beat her, Sleeping on her, she let herself be devoured, often sleeping with her child in her arms.Nothing of the kind existed on the part of the father. Perhaps a woman secretes her own disappointment in the course of her motherhood and relationship.Perhaps over the course of her life, her kingdom was lost in day-to-day disappointment.Perhaps the dreams of her youth, her strength, her love, were wounded in sheer legitimacy and drained from her.Maybe so.Perhaps women were originally martyrs.Perhaps a woman is perfect only in the display of her talent, her justice, her cooking, her morals, and so she is thrown out the window. There are also some women who always have to abandon something.I just throw away a lot. For fifteen years, as soon as the book was published, I discarded my manuscript.To ask why, I think it was to erase the guilt, so that it would appear less sinful in my own eyes, to make me "better" in my environment, so that, as a woman, writing The indecorousness of the country has weakened somewhat, and this has been the case for almost forty years.I want to keep the leftover material for making clothes and the leftover food, I don't want that kind of thing.For ten years, I set fire to my manuscripts.Then one day someone said to me: "If you stay here, you can give it to your children, and people won't know about it at that time." It was burned in the fireplace in the living room of Knopfler's house.Burning it is the most thorough destruction.Did I know I was a writer so early in my life?Undoubtedly known.After those few days, I will never forget that scene.The place became crisp and clean again.The windows inside the house are bright and clean, the tabletops are clean and ready for use, and the traces left behind are all wiped away. In the past, women kept a lot of things, children's toys, their homework, their earliest compositions, they all kept them.They also treasure the photos of their children when they were young. Those photos have been dimmed and can't be seen clearly, but they still can't put them down.They still have the dresses from their teenage years, their wedding dresses, their orange blossom bouquets, but most of all the photographs.The photograph of a world unknown to their children has value only to them. The influx of material wealth into households may have originated, perhaps, from the long-standing practice of dumping, overdumping, and short-selling, which were so frequent in Paris.That kind of useless things, which are unsalable in summer and sold at a reduced price in autumn, and sold in winter if they cannot be sold in autumn, women only buy this kind of things, just like drug addiction, not because they need it.But because things are cheap, once this kind of "crazy thing" enters a woman's home, it often becomes a kind of secret date.They say, "I don't know what's going on with me..." as if they were talking about spending the night in a hotel with a man they didn't know. A few centuries ago, most women had two or three jackets, a top, and two skirts; they wore everything they could wear in winter, and in summer a square scarf with four knots at the corners was the clothes.They take these things with them when they go out to accept employment or go out to get married.Women now wear two hundred and fifty times more clothes than they did two hundred years ago.But the nature of women's domesticity remained unchanged.It is always the kind of existence that has been described in written words, and it is also the same for her to see.A role is to be played, a role which, in the most common sense of the word, she is obliged to play, consciously or not: thus the life of a woman, this mode of action, is the drama of solitude of that depth which has been developed for centuries. , the woman runs away in this play and travels outside.Traveling, not going to war, not crusades, still staying in the house, in the woods, in her mind, which is also sifted through a certain belief, and the belief is often fragile and sick.In this state, a woman is promoted to be a very capable witch, you are such a witch, and I am such a witch, so people burn her alive with fire.There are some summers, some winters, at certain moments in certain centuries, women seem to drift with time, come and go with sound and light, go to the jungle to search for animals, and follow the singing of birds.Men who are absent-minded and wandering like women don't know anything.It is impossible for a man to understand such things.A man is in public service, engaged in professional work, and has unshirkable responsibilities. He cannot understand women, and he has no understanding of women's autonomy.From the beginning of history, man has ceased to be free.For centuries, men who approach women have been serfs; they have always been ignorant and backward, making people laugh, often beaten, and incompetent.They amuse women in their environment, but women shelter them and save them from death.At certain times in these centuries some lonely bird groaned in the dying daylight.Night came at last sooner or later, depending on the season, the day, the color of the sky, or the degree of importance that men expected to be punished. A hut in the woods must have been strong enough to keep out wolves and men.For example, this is in 1350.She is twenty, thirty, forty years old, she can't be any older, at this age, she rarely goes out, and in the city, plague is raging.She has been tossing and turning in hunger.And fear.Loneliness expands with hunger, and loneliness becomes the dominant force.It's neither hunger nor fear.It was impossible for Michelet to imagine why we should be so thin and stunted.We have ten children to keep one child.Our husbands are far from us. Our despair is like a great forest, when will we get rid of it?And Siam?And the man, the man who lit the first fire on the pyre? Forgive us for talking about all this so often. Here we are.It is here that our history is formed.Not anywhere else.We have no lover, save a lover in sleep.We have no human desires.All we see are the faces of the animals, the form and beauty of the forest.We are afraid of ourselves.My body just feels cold.We are made of cold, of fear, of desire.People used to burn us with fire.In Kuwait, in the plains of the Arabian Peninsula, they are still killing us. There are also houses that are very well built, well thought out, carefully planned by experts, and free of any defects.I have heard by chance that houses are used in unexpected ways.The dining room is large, because it is here to receive invited guests, but the kitchen is small and getting smaller and smaller.People usually eat in the kitchen, so it is very crowded - one person goes out, others have to get up to make way, but such a kitchen still refuses to give up. There are attempts to keep people from eating in the kitchen, but they still gather in the kitchen, where they can see all the people coming at night, it's warm, mother cooks and talks, with mother.The pantry, as well as the place for making and storing cotton products, no longer exist. These places are irreplaceable, just like the spacious kitchen and courtyard are indispensable. Now, it is impossible for you to ask someone to design your house, and the design is ugly. Someone tells you: "It used to be good, but now some experts come up with these things, after all, they are better than yours." It disgusts me to see people's attention developed like this.Generally speaking, modern houses lack this type of room, the appendix of the main proposition, namely kitchen and bedroom.I mean the rooms where everyday items are stored.It has been asked: How can there be no place for ironing, for storing supplies, for sewing, for storing walnuts, apples, cheese, implements, tools, toys, and so on. Similarly, modern houses do not leave children and dogs with a front porch where they can run and play games, where they can also put umbrellas, coats, and schoolbags; don’t forget, the front porch is a place for children to crawl and play. A place to lie down and sleep, from where you can drag them to bed, and when they're four years old, they can walk on their own, and when they get bored with adults, or their philosophies, or whatever, they can go to the front porch, they Doubtful about themselves, they cry for nothing, and they can cry there. Housing has never been a place for children, and has always been, and neither is the castle under any circumstances.Children don't even look at the house, but they understand that they know more about every nook and cranny than their mothers. Children are always looking around, always looking for something.Children don't look at the house. Not looking at it is like not looking at the outer wall of the body in which they are contained. They don't look at it, but they know everything.When they are far away from home, they have to pay attention to it. I don't want to talk about the water, the cleanliness of the house.The house is filthy, it's horrible, the women must be filthy, the men are filthy, the children are filthy.It's not that the family is unclean, so it's impossible to live in that kind of house.A messy home means something else to me, a certain danger of a woman, a blindness in which what she does or does not do is visible to all, and she forgets that, even though her Uncleanness does not know it.There were piles of cutlery, grease everywhere, and pans were filthy.I've seen people who wait for unclean dishes to become infested with maggots before washing them. There are some kitchens that scare you.disappointing.The worst thing is that children grow up in filth.They will stay in the filth all their lives and cannot get out. Babies are unclean and the most filthy. In the colonies, filth was deadly, and the filth attracted rats, and the rats caused the plague.And piastres—paper money—caused the spread of leprosy. As for me, keeping clean has become a superstition.Whoever speaks to me of a person, I have always asked, and even now, whether that person is clean, as I ask whether a person is wise, sincere, or upright. In , I hesitated to write to pay attention to the question of cleanliness in the text, and I don't know why.When we were children, we lived in the water in the colony, bathed in the river, and showered with water poured from an amphora in the morning and evening, unless we went to the streets, there were bare feet everywhere, bare feet with big buckets of water and servants It was a festival of great friendship between servants' children and white men's children.On these days, my mother laughed out loud with joy. When I think of my childhood, I cannot but think of water.My hometown is a water town.It is a country of lakes and springs. The springs flow down from the mountains, there are paddy fields, and the soil infiltrated by the rivers on the plain. When it rains heavily, we take shelter in the small rivers.The rain fell finely and densely, causing great harm.In just ten minutes, the rain flooded the garden.Who has ever said that smell comes from the hot land after the rain.And some flowers.And there's a jasmine in a garden somewhere.I am a person who will not go back to my hometown again.因为与一定自然环境、气候有关，对小孩来说，那就是既成事实。这是无疑的。人一经长大，那一切就成为身外之物，不必让种种记忆永远和自己同在，就让它留在它所形成的地方吧。我本来就诞生在无所有之地。 最近，人们大概准备把厨房的基地捣碎毁弃——在法国，在诺弗勒，就在这里——准备修建一处辅助市场。房屋在下沉。这本来就是一座老房子，靠近池塘，土地疏松潮湿，房屋是在一点点地沉陷，楼梯第一级已经变得很高了，走上去也吃力。砖石工也许挖了一个洞要找出下面部石的一部分，可是这里也在下沉，再挖下去，一直在下沉，很严重，究竟沉陷到哪里去呢？是怎么一回事？房屋基建在什么上面呢？人们停止不再向下挖了，也不去看它了。把挖出的洞封上，塞上水泥。人们在搞那种辅助市场。