Chapter 9 chapter eight

The past was like smoke, which attacked Chen Tianbiao. Heavy snow fell one after another. More than 20 years ago, the heavy snow blocked the road from Zhuwangbao to Heyang City, and the whole village was deserted, with nothing to do in winter. Su Wancai took his cousin Su Shuanzi, carried the sieve, and yelled Go catch birds in the wheat field.Catching birds is Su Wancai's specialty. Whenever it snows, his hands will itch. Besides, he hasn't tasted meat for more than two months, so he can't stand the hunger. The two walked out of the alley, turned north, stepped on two feet of snow, walked through a small forest, and came to the wheat field.The snow was blindingly bright. Su Wancai squinted his eyes and looked at the haystack. There was also a thick layer of snow on the haystack. Birds hid in the haystack and chirped.

Gently go around to the back of the haystack, where there is a depression, where a lot of wheat grains were sprinkled during the milling, where the birds usually forage.Su Wancai let Shuanzi hold the end of the rope, stepped on the snow lightly, and slowly moved into the depression, carefully buckled the sieve, and propped up one side of the sieve with a stick tied with a fine hemp rope.After the support was stable, I took out a handful of fine grains and sprinkled them evenly under the sieve, and then took out a small handful and scattered them in a thin path outside the sieve, and then gently moved them over.Seeing that the little bird on the stack hadn't been disturbed, he took out the cigarette powder with confidence and rolled a cigarette with Shuanzi.

The birds that day were too shrewd, as if they had seen Su Wancai's plot from the very beginning, and they didn't even fly out for a long time.Shuanzi was an impatient person, and when he saw that the bird was not fooled, he clamored to return it, saying that Liu Sangou and Second Aunt Zhu were engaged today, so the meat plate should not be delayed.Su Wancai scolded: "I'm engaged, why are you in a hurry? You're greedy for the plate at Liu Sippi's house? His family's delicate method, you can put a few slices of meat on your hair for a lifetime, so it's better to sieve it, beautiful eat a meal."

"Then take another one. It's agreed. I'll leave when I'm done." The two rolled cigarettes again, and the surrounding area was quiet. The chirping of the birds made the two feel very empty, for fear that the birds would fly away when they landed.Finally, a bird flew down from the stack and flew into their eyes.The tension between the two became even tighter, and they even held their breath. Seeing a bird jump into the sieve, Su Wancai grabbed the end of the rope, fearing that Shuanzi would be impatient and pull it too early, but there was a "plop", and the birds jumped into the sieve. Fly away again.

"Let's go." Shuanzi muttered. "Clamp your mouth, can you eat hot tofu in a hurry? Wait a minute, I didn't see it, the birds are trying." Sure enough, the birds tried several times in a row, and they were sure it was not a trap. You let me jump in, one, two, four... "Pull it!" "Don't worry about carrots, didn't you see there are five more!" Su Wancai opened the embolism's hand angrily, and held his breath again. Finally, there was only one left. Su Wancai didn't dare to wait any longer. He held his breath and was about to pull the rope when someone ran over shouting.

"Plopping—" the birds all flew away. "Father died or mother wiped his neck, which one was stabbed!" Su Wancai stomped his feet angrily, and scolded in the direction of the yelling, and before he finished scolding, he came to him, it was Aunt Ma, the little widow. "It's terrible, the tattered child is dying—" In the shabby house with air leaks on all sides at the west end of the wheat field, the rags were really dying.The rotten quilt covering her body was like iron, and it made a bang bang bang bang bang.Broken'er's body was as cold as ice, his face was black and black, and he was a ball, with no trace of blood in sight.Aunt Ma urged the brothers of the Su family in a rough voice, telling them to go to the doctor quickly.Shuanzi was not in the mood to listen to the little widow's nagging, so he turned around and left. Su Wancai thought about reciting this rags and would have to be scolded by the secretary, so he said a few sarcastic remarks and left.

In the snow, Aunt Ma, a twenty-six-year-old little widow, was walking towards the village with difficulty, carrying the tattered son with only one breath on her back.Snow capped, the deep and shallow footprints recorded the first love of this couple in distress. In fact, before this, Poorer had a love affair.It was that heavy snow that buried it all.Thinking about it till now, Chen Tianbiao still feels cold. Fifty-two years ago, Po Lan'er was born in the village called Xiasiba.Bad boy is an orphan, his parents died early, he grew up eating a lot of food. At the age of seventeen, he entered Heyang City alone and put away the rags. One day two years later, he met Lanhua, the daughter of the brigade secretary in Heyang City. Lanhua was the same age as him, a few months younger than him. After finishing reading, I was idle at home, I didn't need to work in the fields, and I didn't need to earn work points. The only thing I did was to go to Heyang City to play, and I was familiar with the shabby city, so I volunteered to be a guide for Lanhua.

A year later, the two of them actually had a relationship, what an incredible thing.If it were today, Chen Tianbiao might have strangled everything in the bud, but at that time, the tattered boy who grew up eating a lot of food was so high-spirited that he could go to the sky.Lanhua asked Poor to come to her house to propose a marriage, and Poor foolishly followed Aunt Hua, the matchmaker, to the house of the secretary of the brigade. Furiously, he said, "A trash picker who dares to go to my door to propose a marriage. The toad wants to eat swan meat. You have water in your pig's brain, and you don't want to piss on the grave of your ancestors?"

Lan Hua ran out and said, "I am willing, I let him come." The secretary slapped her across the face, and Lan Hua covered her face and ran into the room crying. The secretary yelled, "Go to me! If you dare to run into my door again, I will break your broken leg." For a whole year, Tratter went there once, the secretary threw him once, scolded him once, and Lanhua cried once, but the two just couldn't be separated. Broken'er was also a little discouraged, thinking that he was really a toad who wanted to eat swan meat, so he wanted to separate from Lanhua.But Lanhua refused, and insisted on marrying him, and the tattered son became determined after eating the weight, so he went again.

Two catties of white sugar, two pieces of Fu tea, and a four catty meat recipe wrapped in red paper.The matchmaker, Aunt Hua, refused to go, saying that she couldn't bear the embarrassment on her old face, so she slapped her face with her crotch.Aunt Hua finished complaining, and advised: "Bad boy, if you say something you don't listen to, it's useless to run away. What a good master, everyone pushes you away, just you? Let's give up as soon as possible. If you have the ability, coax you to sleep , raw rice cooked cooked rice, watch him yell donkey eat you..." "Big screaming donkey" was the secretary's nickname, and everyone in the village called him that behind his back.

Aunt Hua, the matchmaker, let the secretary of "Screaming Donkey" refute her face several times, hated him, and came up with a bad idea. As soon as the tattered child's heart is overwhelmed, it's like breaking through the gate of hell, and he's going to fight it out! The sun was very good that day, and the air was filled with the smell of ripe crops. The secretary of "Screaming Donkey" was lying on the kang in the study room, smoking a five-cent pack of economical cigarettes, happily listening to the radio box. The son jumped off the kang without even putting on his shoes. "What a shameless bastard you are, you don't know what to do over and over again." He snatched the gift pawn from the tattered boy and threw it into the yard.The big flowered dog smelled the smell of meat, and rushed over with a huff, and the meat recipe let it catch it. "I want to marry her." Poorly said stubbornly. "Dig your ancestor's grave!" The secretary of the donkey shouted angrily. "Today, I made my words clear. If you dare to touch Lanhua's brain again, I will break your neck. Get lost!" "I want to marry her!" Poorer said bitterly, fixed his gaze on the secretary, without any fear on his face. "Inverted! Inverted! Dare to ride on my head to shit." The secretary suddenly slowed down his tone, "Are you going to get out?" "Don't get lost! I have to marry Lanhua!" Now that his face has been torn off, Broken'er doesn't feel that there is anything he can't handle. But he was wrong. He underestimated the secretary. Once this guy who was called a "screaming donkey" became ruthless, he would do things that others could not imagine. The secretary called the militiamen. At that time, the militiamen had guns in their hands. "Tie it up for me!" The secretary exploded with thunder, and the roof was about to be torn apart. With just this sentence, the tattered son was tied to the rope, and the thin hemp rope was stuck into the flesh, so that the skin could not be opened and the flesh would not be bruised. One bundle lasted for three days, and he was not given food or drink. Two militiamen took turns whipping his ears, While smoking, he asked, "Do you still want orchids?" "think!" Draw another one. "Do you want to?" "I think!" Poor replied more firmly. "Crack!" The pumping was louder, followed by a shot. A few days later, the tattered son was released, Lan Hua couldn't wait, and the two sneaked together again, hugging each other and crying.After crying enough, Lan Hua said ruthlessly, "Run, take me to run!" just run!As soon as he ran to Heyang City, the chaser was blocked at several intersections, and if he wanted to run again, he had to grow wings. They hid in a shabby room, where the rags often rested when they collected the rags, and the two hugged and cried again. When it got dark and under the dim moonlight, the two life-threatening mandarin ducks hugged each other, whimpered and cried a lot. Chuanzi's resentment towards fate. The crescent moon is like a hook, hooking the hearts of two people. The injustice of reality and the uncertainty of the future are all pressing towards them.At this moment, Poor Boy realized how weak he was. Looking at the tiny stars in the sky, he suddenly thought that stars have no love unless they become the moon or the sun. "Go back!" Broken Er said suddenly, wiping away tears. Lanhua didn't go back, she was determined, and once she went back, she would never see the broken ones again. "Go back!" Broken'er said in a firm tone, as if spitting out a knife. Lan Hua saw that Broken'er's eyes were fierce, with a look of anger on his face, and suddenly hugged him even more fearfully: "Don't mess around, don't!" "I won't touch your father, I won't!" The ragged words burst out from between his teeth, and there was a smell of fire. "Sleep with me, there's nothing you can do if you sleep with him." Lanhua sobbed and slowly unbuttoned, one by one, the pink and white body was revealed little by little, and through the moonlight, Broken saw the white trembling and trembling.What kind of white is that, crunchy, tender, and raw, like dewdrops on grass blades, so crystal clear, so translucent, so shockingly beautiful!But it was so intense, like the flames on an oil lamp, fluttering, clearly about to ignite the broken things.Lan Hua untied her fingers to the waistband of her trousers, seeing that her daughter's powder was about to be exposed, she gritted her teeth and shouted to the sky: "Put it on!" But it was too late. Outside the dilapidated house, the secretary led two militiamen, howling like a wolf, and rushed in. "I am your ancestor for eighteen lifetimes, and you will be broken by thousands of knives. I will throw you into the oil pan, I will dig up your ancestral grave, and I will kill you as a donkey day!" Lan Hua remained motionless, with her hands still resting on the waistband of her trousers. Her eyes were filled with hatred, desperation, and the stamina that never wanted to live anymore. Shouting that the donkey secretary was crazy, he made Lan Hua's bright white body go crazy, kicked over and aimed at the deadly spot of the ragged boy. After a severe beating, Zha Laner was taken to a room behind the brigade, accompanied by rats running and jumping on the ground in the room, and a thinner hemp rope. After he was released, Lanhua got married, hastily married a worker in Heyang City. The heavy snowfall more than 20 years ago is still floating in the tattered memory. Broken'er remembered that he had a dream in that heavy snow. He first dreamed that he was pushing a rattling broken bicycle, walking in the narrow and long alleys of Heyang City, and shouting dryly: "Take away the rags, the old soles of copper, rotten iron-collect the rags, the bones and waste paper are dirty." Things—" Aunt Bai opened the door and threw out a cardboard box.Called a few more times, the door was opened by a person with a telegraph pole at the door, and a white woman came out, holding out two pairs of broken leather shoes, a rotten iron pot, a torch, a few empty wine bottles, and leather shoes, a little embarrassed. One pair was rolled into a cowhide roll, and the heel was stripped into two pieces of leather. He folded it with his hands, and a foul smell rushed into his nose.The other pair was not too torn, but the heel came off the heel and there was a slit on the toe. I thought this pair could still be worn.He collected the things and negotiated the price, but the woman didn't know how to say the price: "You see, you can give it, or you can do it if you don't." He gave the woman five cents, and then walked forward. The wind in the alley is very strong, roaring, a few eagles are hovering in the sky, and someone's radio is singing Qin opera, and the tattered son can hear it when he hears it.The wind hit his neck, and it hurt. It was too cold, and the wind made him shiver, his feet were a little numb, and the frozen blood on his heel gave birth to excruciating pain as soon as he took a step. Later, he dreamed that he was tied up with rope by two militiamen and escorted to the courtyard of the brigade. The company commander Su Wancai hit him on the face with a cash cigarette in his mouth, and scolded him: "You dog has eaten the guts of a leopard, and you dare to think about orchids, and say, Did you touch the orchid?" "No." He answered truthfully. "I didn't touch my head! Can you not touch the tender flesh of Bai Huanghuang's tits?" The militiaman Erdan took the words and kicked him on the buttocks. He saw that Erdan was holding an iron tongs in his hand and moved towards him .He was afraid, and said tremblingly, "I touched it." "Haha, I know you're not a good thing, so I really touched you. Tell me the truth, what does it feel like?" Su Wancai leaned in front of him with a lewd smile on his face. He didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and tried to think of Lanhua taking off his clothes, but he couldn't think of it.Er Dan lost his patience and clamped his fingers suddenly, his mother yelled loudly.Su Wancai picked up a ball of rotten cotton, and he couldn't breathe because of the fishy smell. His face was flushed red, and his eyeballs were about to pop out.Su Wancai stuffed cotton into his mouth suddenly, slapped him across the face and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll cut your stuff!" Poor son was ruthless, and cursed hard in his heart: "Damn, fuck your mother, Su Wancai, you will die!" He scolded very enjoyable and relieved his anger. Then he woke up. He opened his eyes in a daze, and couldn't see anything, but felt the softness under the back of his head, as warm as a pillow on his mother's belly, and his body was still covered with a quilt, and his body was hot, like sleeping on a kang in a big study like. He tried hard to identify, but he couldn't tell where he was. There was a soft snoring sound in his ears, and two puffs of air were blowing on his face. It was warm, moist, and itchy. Seeing a woman beside her, she turned over and jumped to the bottom of the kang, her heart pounding. With a sound of "chi", the match was struck, the lamp was lit, and the eyes were dizzy, and when he reacted, he suddenly saw Aunt Ma lying on the kang. "You're finally alive." Aunt Ma lifted the quilt, revealing her half-naked body, a pair of nipples that looked like hopping rabbits, dangling back and forth in front of Zatter'er.She put on her coat, got out of the kang, pulled on her shoes, and said, "You know, you've been in a coma for a few days." "Why am I at your house?" Poor asked after a while, still panicking. Aunt Ma poured a bowl of hot water for the broken son, and said, "I passed by your house at noon the other day, and remembered that you were carried back by the militia. You hadn't been seen for a few days. I went in and saw that you were frozen like an ice ball, and I was terrified. , asked Shuanzi to carry you to see a doctor, guess what, he slipped into Su Wancai and got into it. There was no other way, so I carried you here, and you were unconscious for a few days. You carried it on the snowy day, today The whole snow melted, and it took four days, you are lucky, you finally came back to life." Aunt Ma said as she lowered the slices into the pot and rolled them, the white flakes jumped up and down on the rolling head, giving off a greedy light.The steam rose up, covering most of Aunt Ma's body.There is a fragrant hot air in the room. After the rice was cooked, the broken boy ate three big bowls at once. Aunt Ma was straddling the edge of the kang, and he said a lot of grateful words, and was about to go back after eating. Aunt Ma stopped him and scolded: "I don't want to kill you, you don't light a fire in your house all winter, it's freezing. It has to be like a cellar, and there is no hot kang, so you want to die again." "Then... I will never be able to sleep in your room again." Poor boy stammered, with a look of worry and embarrassment.The wind roared in the yard, pulling people's hearts tightly. "What's wrong with my house? Do you think it's cold or dirty, your shame or your life?" Broken is still hesitating. After all, this is the little widow's home. Maybe there have been gossips in the village, but when he thinks about his own ice cellar, the warmth of this room is like pulling his hand secretly. step out. Aunt Ma stopped talking and concentrated on frying Chinese medicine.The smell of medicine permeated the hearts of the two of them. That night, neither of the two of them slept anymore, the fire was burning vigorously, and the two of them surrounded the fire and talked until dawn. When the broken son was about to enter the city again, the aunt had some more words and had time to go to the pig station. In those years, the farmers were allowed to raise pigs, but they were not allowed to sell them privately, and the collection of pigs was under the management of the pig station.My aunt used to be a butcher at the pig station, and he was good at knives, but he was greedy for alcohol, and he didn't know his last name after drinking two taels. My aunt said he didn't listen, and finally got drunk.He sent a pair of pigs to the stationmaster, and the two of them opened up to drink, but the stationmaster raped him, and he overwhelmed the fool in less than a bottle.He was walking home in a daze and was run over by the tractor on the way. The pig stood outside the north gate of Heyang City. It was not very big, with two courtyards, a few rooms, and a few large black pots in the open space for scalding the pigs.A few wooden boards were placed on the side of the pot, and there was a lot of blood.The tattered boy was wandering around, and several people were gathering around the door panel, some of them were wielding their knives, some of them were wiping their intestines.The yard was full of mixed smells of pig manure and blood, and the station master leisurely puffed on the "golden leaf" smoke, looking down at the farmers who came to deliver the pigs.The farmers come from the four townships, and each of them has a pig. A wooden splint is put around the pig's neck, and the end of the rope is held in the owner's hand. In less than a week, Broken'er saw the way. There is only one pig station in Heyang City, but there are many pigs in the surrounding villages and neighbors. Farmers sell pigs because of their temper. Suddenly there are more pigs, and sometimes there are fewer pigs. Come on, the pigs that cannot be sold can only be driven back.The next day, Po Lan'er bought two bottles of grain liquor and two boxes of golden leaves according to his aunt's orders, knocked on the station master's door, made some noise, and left.I came back after a few days, still with two bottles of grain liquor, two boxes of golden leaves, and a pair of Daguna's cloth shoes.After a long time, the two of them got acquainted, and the station master felt that the rags were good, so he said, if you want to learn how to be a butcher, come here, and let you learn for nothing. Poorer studied for a month in vain, and gave some "gifts" to the stationmaster every three to five days. Sometimes the stationmaster was drunk, and Poorer carried him back. a yard.The station master was very happy and said: "From tomorrow, I will give you 50 cents a day. I have the final say on the salary." Another month later, the broken son received his salary, fifteen yuan, and gave the stationmaster's wife nothing.The station master narrowed his eyes and said, "What are you trying to figure out, just tell me." Broken smiles, don't worry, drink, say when you're happy, don't say when you're not. Later, in the yard in front of the pig station, there was an extra collection station.The pigs that could not be sold on the same day were rushed back to the shabby yard, and all the pigs were paid in cash after weighing. The farmers who sold the pigs were very happy. A year later, the tattered children were not only collected in the courtyard, but also quietly went to the villages and teams to collect them, set up a donkey cart, went out at dark, and returned at dawn.During this period, whenever he was free, he would come to sit in the aunt's house for a while, and if he didn't come for a while, his heart would feel empty.My aunt had long since stopped treating him as an outsider. She washed his dirty clothes for him and mended them stitch by stitch at night under the kerosene lamp.Seeing that his shoes were worn out, he put on a pair of thick soles, took out the corduroy that had been pressed under the bottom of the box for several years, and made a new pair of shoes.Slowly, rumors spread in Zhuangzi, and the saliva sprayed from the mouths of the people could drown people, and the broken man pretended he didn't hear it, and told him to talk without being afraid of the shadow. Just as he was receiving benefits, he suddenly stopped collecting the rags, and hastily sold off the pigs at a low price, and came back. It's getting dark, and I'm not in the mood to cook.A person in the city is used to living a lazy life, and wants to cook a meal seriously, but it is difficult, his hands are lazy, and his heart is lazy, lying on the kang and staring at the roof for a long time, he looks sad.There are people in their twenties, and they still live in such a shabby way. These days are not like a day.I was panicked for a while, and my heart was hardened, forget it, don't think about it, what's the use of just thinking, step by step, I don't believe it! The village was pitch black, and the potholed alleyway almost tripped him several times.The northwest wind whistled, and several dogs barked, which made him flustered.Someone's son was beaten and screamed like a wolf cub.Pass through the wheat field, bypass the dry pond, turn right, and the faint old yard in the depression is Ma Dagu's house. The gate of the villa was closed, and he wanted to call the door, but he was afraid that people would hear him, so he grabbed the knocker and slapped it a few times.Immediately, there was the sound of kicking footsteps in the courtyard, and then a soft question came from the crack of the door: "Who is it?" The latch was gently pulled open, and the hinge creaked. "Why did you come here?" There was a slight reproach in the voice. Broken'er felt hot in his heart. Entering the room, I suddenly saw handfuls of hand-rolled long noodles on the chopping board, the pot was rolling over the stove, and there were several dishes on the side of the stove, and the garlic nest smelled deliciously of oil and garlic. "Why do you make delicious food? It smells so good." Poor boy pretended to be confused, and used words to hide his secret joy. "I saw it and asked, I said, why are you imitating the people in the city, with a glib voice." The aunt said angrily, her face couldn't hide her joy, and seeing that the pot was covered by the tatters, she said, "Sit on the kang, I'll serve you dinner." As soon as he saw the long noodles, his stomach growled. He wished he could immediately serve the bowl, take off his shoes, get on the kang, and stare at the pot. Seeing his greedy eyes, the aunt burst out laughing: "It's just a long noodle. If you want to eat it, I'll roll it for you every day." Once the oil is splashed with mashed garlic, the vermicelli is stewed with shallots and pork. The aroma of the long noodles can reach the bones.Broken'er swallowed three bowls in one go, stood up with support, but still couldn't get rid of his hunger.The aunt saw how delicious he was eating, so she ate two bowls of it herself. After eating and washing the dishes, my aunt boiled Fu tea on the fire, and found a can of white sugar from the box. It was brought by my natal second uncle during the Chinese New Year, and I was reluctant to drink it. Tonight, it came in handy. Poor son told about the collection of pigs, and the aunt asked puzzledly: "The collection is good, why don't you take it again?" "That son of a bitch, you have a dark heart." As he spoke, he explained the cause and effect. It turned out that Broken'er had a falling out with the station master. How does the broken boy make money?One is the scale.His scales were fake from the beginning, but the broken ones are light-hearted, and the money is too hot to get hot.A hundred catties is one catty short, no matter how light it is, no matter how light it is, it will not make a profit.The second is grade.Fat pigs are first class, fat and thin ones, spotted pigs are second class, lean pigs and black pigs are third class, and the pig station has always accepted this.When it comes to Zha Zaier, there is no first class, the top is second class, most of them are third class, and there is an extra third and a half class, Zha Zaier's original creation.Pull it down if you don't sell it, and rush back if you don't think it's broken.Whoever sells pigs doesn't care anymore, this pig has to be sold.And the tattered one speaks eloquently. When he sees a good pig, he will give you a third-class test first.People reflexively took advantage of it and sold it quickly.The rags are sold to pig farms, regardless of whether they are good or bad, and who dares to have an opinion after the stationmaster made a statement. Of course the station master is not talking in vain, his family eats meat every day, and his wife is tired of eating it, so he only chooses the thin ones.That's not to mention, the stationmaster smoked higher-grade cigarettes, drank almost as much alcohol as the commune secretary, and had clothes and supplies.But this turtle descendant is getting more and more greedy every day, and even proposed to build a few rooms for his hometown.How much is a few rooms?Don't do anything bad, and don't go too far in anything, this is his living principle. "What are you going to do?" Auntie asked.She knew that the tattered son had a wild heart, and the crops could not tie him down, and besides, he would be full of anger when he returned to the farm after offending the secretary of the "big donkey". Broken'er lit a cigarette. He had been smoking for a while, but it was "economy" that cost five cents a pack.He looked at the aunt, and today the aunt is very beautiful, with big watery eyes, flashing under the lamp, like two clear springs, fine water splashes on the bridge of the nose, very seductive eyes under the light, While speaking, my chest trembled... Seeing the broken son staring at her, the aunt couldn't help blushing, lowered her head shyly, and drew a meaningless circle on the stove with her hand. "I rented a warehouse outside the north gate, and I want to collect things for a while." Poor Boy suddenly realized that he was too greedy, and almost confused himself, so he hurriedly said. As soon as she heard that the trash was about to be collected again, the aunt became depressed for some reason, and said frowningly, "Can't you do something else?" "What else can you do, let's just die." Poor said, a deep wound flashed across his eyes, the wound didn't look like what a young man in his twenties should have, but rather like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes. Auntie was immediately infected, her bright eyes gradually dimmed, a layer of cold passed over her round face, the pink faded, and dark clouds crept up.The air in the room suddenly cooled down.The heavy pressure of life and the misfortune of fate came together, suppressing two young hearts... Crescent Moon slowly crawled out at this time, struggling to cut through the thick darkness, and sprinkled the shallow moonlight on the dilapidated courtyard, on the papered window curtains, and on these two wet and cold hearts. ... After a long time, Poor got up and said, "I should go back." "Sit for a while, I'm afraid if you leave." The aunt shook her head and said. The ragged son felt short of words, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he asked hastily: "What are you afraid of?" The aunt raised her head, stroked her bangs with her hand, as if smoothing out her troubled thoughts, frowned slightly, looked at the tatters, and said solemnly: "I'm afraid you'll make fun of me if I say it, my yard has become a wolf's den." Broken child's heart tightened, as the saying goes, there are many gossips at the widow's door.Zhuangzi is not big, but he has a lot of right and wrong, isn't it?He didn't dare to think about it, looking at the poignant and moving aunt in front of him, a deeper darkness passed through his heart. At this moment, there was a "dong" sound in the courtyard, which was very sharp and scary.The two jumped to the window at the same time and looked out. Something was thrown into the partition wall, followed by the sound of footsteps outside the courtyard, and the dog barking loudly.Ratty ran out to see a dead dog and a pair of worn-out shoes.He cursed bitterly: "I am your ancestor!" He picked up the dead dog and threw it out, and when he entered the house again, he heard the aunt sobbing softly. This sobbing immediately aroused the blood of his man, as if his relatives had been greatly insulted, and said in a voice like a bell: "Who is it, tell me!" The aunt held up the corner of her scarf, wiped away the tears from her eyes, and sobbed : "What's the use of saying it, it's like this every night, it's either banging on the door or throwing things, can you stop it?" "Who the hell is that!" Broken roared like a bull, the veins in his neck popped out. The aunt stopped sobbing and spit out a name: Su Wancai. "Damn it, wait for me to clean him up!" After scolding, he suddenly squatted down again, covering his head with his hands, and convulsed in pain.This Su Wancai, he can't be provoked, relying on the secretary of "Big Loud Donkey" as the backstage, he wears a gun handle all day long, with a cigarette in his mouth, swaying around in the village domineeringly, seeing whoever doesn't like it, he rushes at him Punch the butt of the gun.People in the village were more afraid of seeing him than the secretary who "screamed a donkey". ... In a blink of an eye, another half a year passed. Rags set up a shop outside the north gate. This time, he took in anything big, such as scrap copper and rotten iron, worn-out shoes and socks, bones that a dog couldn’t chew, and even some things that were not allowed by the policy. With courage, he also has a big heart, he filtered all the big and small things in Heyang City in his mind, and even planned to set up a yuba factory.I didn't pay attention to what yuba is, but since I ate it with Sichuan people, I never forgot it.That thing looks like meat, but it's not meat. It tastes delicious when chewed, and it tastes even more delicious when swallowed.Human flesh is not often eaten in Heyang, but bean curd sticks are often bought. Why, it’s cheap, take it home and fry it, and eat it as meat.He secretly talked to people from Sichuan a few times, and it was almost settled, but he was still short of tens of thousands of yuan.Tens of thousands of yuan, in those days, it could frighten a man in Zhuangzi, but he couldn't frighten him.In the past few years collecting trash in Heyang City, he has seen a wide range of worlds and made friends with a wide range of people. He recently met a deputy director of the Forestry Bureau. No one would believe it if he said it, and he could still make friends with the director general, but he really made friends, and there were more than one.Not only the director, but also the director of the credit union, he has paid, but he doesn't want to use the director's relationship. He wants to set up a factory, and there is a lot of room for the director. He has settled for the money, and the deputy director of the Forestry Bureau, Wang, promised to help him. . Speaking of Deputy Director Wang, Po Po'er thought it was easy to make friends.One day, a man who looked like a cadre came to the broken courtyard outside the north gate. The broken man saw that this man was an official, hurriedly took out good cigarettes from the drawer, and took the initiative to make friends with him.When it was found out that the person was Deputy Director Wang of the Forestry Bureau, the smile on the broken boy's face became more attentive, and he asked respectfully, "Director Wang, do you have anything for sale?" "It's an old set of furniture, I want to sell it for a new one." "It should be changed, it should be changed. Now the furniture is beautiful and practical." Poor boy lit a cigarette for Director Wang while he was talking. Director Wang looked at him indifferently, as if he was on guard, and suddenly said, "However, you have to smoke at night." "Success! Night is night, and there are too many people in the daytime, so it's not good to change furniture." Director Wang stared at him strangely for a moment, then said: "I can't see that you are a junk collector, but you have a lot of eyes." Broken'er seemed to be stung by a bee, but he endured it, and the smile on his face became more attentive. At night, I found Deputy Director Wang's house according to the address. Deputy Director Wang and his wife were watching TV. When they saw him come in, they didn't give up their seats. They pointed to the sofa, desk and wardrobe and said, "That's all, you give me a price." I guessed it, but didn't rush to say it. I took out a specially bought good cigarette and handed it over, and took out a match to light it for him, searching with keen eyes.Seeing that the tattered son was silent, Deputy Director Wang said: "That's it, you give five hundred, and take all of them away." The tattered son frowned, five hundred, drink my blood!But he said: "No hurry, no hurry, I'll get the things, the price is easy to talk about." The wife of the director who has not said a word said: "Don't worry, we will not treat you badly. If there is anything in the future, just give it to me." If you do me a favor, it's worth thousands of dollars." "That's right, right, after all, it's the wife of the bureau chief, and she just speaks differently." He didn't call his wife, but imitated some urban cadres to call him "wife". This trick really worked. The bureau chief's wife handed him a small bench and said, "Sit down." He just sat down, and as soon as he started talking, the rags would no longer be rags. Within half an hour, he made the director's family feel comfortable, especially the director's wife, who had already relaxed her cold brows and smiled. .Before leaving, Poor said: "Let's do it, I'll accompany my wife to look at the new ones first, and once I'm done looking at them, I'll get it done at once." The next day, Ratty put on a suit of fabric clothes and went with the chief's wife to have a look.The bureau chief's wife really had good eyesight, including the sofa and furniture, she looked at a total of fourteen hundred yuan. After coming and going, he became a frequent visitor to Deputy Director Wang's house. When talking about setting up a factory, Deputy Director Wang naturally helped him out, saying that there were some trees in the bureau that needed to be planted, so you might as well plant them. When signing the contract, it said 85,000 yuan. Deputy Director Wang said with a smile, a total of 70,000 yuan will be paid to you. How about it?The tattered son made a total calculation, and the two wells cost 30,000 yuan, and the saplings got 15,000 yuan. After doing the calculation for a while, he said with a smile, "I'm afraid it's not enough, so add more." Deputy Director Wang put away the contract slowly, and it was about to be thrown into the drawer. His narrowed eyes showed a determination that no bargaining was allowed. Broken'er didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, 70,000 is 70,000, but you have to pay first." Deputy Director Wang smiled cheerfully, "Isn't it done? Between you and me, it's still useful." Playing charades." After signing the contract, the broken boy was worried. What worries him is not that he can't make money, but that no one is going to make it.One is not the team leader, the other is not the secretary. Where can I find the 50th person?Originally, I wanted to transfer the work to another person, but I was afraid that if something happened, the copper I got would turn into rotten iron, so this business could not be done. After a while, he rushed back to the village and told his aunt about his distress. The aunt thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of a solution for a while.Firstly, this matter should not be made public, and secondly, it should not be called out to people. If the "big donkey" finds out, he must be kicked off.The village is more reliable, and there are not many people. After calculation, there are only five or six people.The aunt was impatient, and went to ask family by family overnight.The tattered son stayed in the house, his heart was full of ups and downs. When something happened in the past two years, he couldn't find another person to tell the story except his aunt. Thinking about it this way, his heart was full of moisture, his eyes He also got wet, and the teardrops ran out disobediently, feeling cold and sad for a while. The aunt came back very late, and she knew it was a waste of time just by looking at her face.Sure enough, Auntie was like a frost-beaten eggplant, which withered on the edge of the kang as soon as she came in, her face turned pale. "If you don't make it, you won't make it, why are you so worried?" Poor Boy comforted. The aunt let out a long breath, and sighed: "Talk is drowning people, if you don't go, it's fine, why bother to stick a knife on your tongue and stab people to death?" "What did you say?" Poor couldn't help asking. "You can talk about everything. Why is there not a single good person in this village? The people are so poor that their tone is as hard as a gong." "What gong? A mallet!" The two of them were emotional for a while, and the aunt said sincerely: "It's better for you to face each other. Even if you get out of this pit of suffering, you won't have to deal with these supercilious beauties every day." The next day, my eldest daughter went to her natal family early in the morning. Her second uncle from her natal family was the captain of the team and said to give it a try.When the tattered son went back later in the day, the eldest aunt had a happy face, and said that the matter was settled, and her family was good, so she gave the second uncle some face, and set off early the morning after tomorrow.The tattered son hurried back to the city, ready to go. On the day of departure, two "Peony" cigarettes were tucked under the tattered lapel, two bottles of "Yanghequ" and a piece of Fu tea were hidden in the canvas bag, and I met the captain's second uncle.二舅留着八字胡，说话时不住地拿拇指跟食指拈着，浓黑的三角眉下长着一双狼眼，两道幽幽的光射在破烂儿脸上。破烂儿感到那是庄户人少有的威风，幸亏二舅个子矮，顶多到破烂儿耳根子这，要不，二舅那气势，还真是让人怕。 二舅话不多，只是跟他交代几句沙窝里植树要把人看好，千万不能跟沙乡人惹事端，该让的让让人家。再就是打井时记住，叫婆姨们离井口远远的，打井见不得红。 破烂儿一一记住了。 “去吧，赶在薅草前回来，给你叫的都是壮劳力，队上等着用哩。”二舅说。 破烂儿谢过二舅，领着人上路了。 这是清明前头，地刚种上，苗出来还有段时间，正是植树盖房的好时节。一队人马浩浩荡荡开出村子，春风拂动大地，尽管寒意还未消尽，破烂儿心里却热乎乎甜润润的。 队伍里有驾马车，拉着打井用的器械和五十号人的口粮，行李卷谁也舍不得放车上，背在自个肩上踏实些。大清早动身，走到日头西斜，破烂儿看见了那一派浑黄。远远的，沙漠像海一样拽直他的目光，雄浑、浩瀚、宏大……那是一片神秘的疆域，一如他生命的未知，博大中透着深沉，辽阔中隐露深邃。太阳像一圆白，不是平原上那种小而圆的红日，是放大了几十倍的惨白，看上去跟沙漠连在一起。西天边的云却是红的，火烧似的红，一团一团，像大漠着火后喷上去的红烟，姿态各异，面目狰狞。红云下，滚滚翻腾的沙浪像暴风，又似骤雨，一浪紧随一浪，卷起千堆沙，万瓣雪。惊涛下的沙丘、沙梁，像一个千变万化的女人，细腻、流畅、滑润，蠕动中竟也风情万种。的确，在破烂儿眼里，沙漠真像个女人，尽管那时他还没完整地见过女人，但在心里，女人就是这样的，浑圆、饱满、结实，发出金色的光芒，逶迤的沙岭，滚圆而修长，流畅到不打一点折皱，光滑柔顺，细腻无比…… 渐渐，灼人的热浪涌来，胸脯子开始蒸汗，脚底下腾起干热，直往裤腿里钻。还没到沙窝里，人们已叫喊热。平原上的人不经热，破烂儿心一沉，这点热都叫喊，真热起来咋干活？ 脚底下开始踩黄毛柴、蒿子、沙米棵、梭梭，近了，一步步地，跋进了沙窝铺。 沙窝铺是四周的沙岭围起的一大片洼地，里面长满刺蓬、红柳、芨芨草、骆驼刺。靠近沙岭的地方，还长着沙米、蓬稞草、白茨果等。捡破烂以前，那时娘还活着，破烂儿好像七八岁，跟着娘来。娘说这里曾是一片湖，叫青土湖，湖水不很深，但也能没过人。水和天一个颜色，青里透蓝，蓝里透青。湖中生满芦苇，苇间穿游着鱼儿。秋天芦花开了，野鸭子飞来飞去，把拳头大的鸭蛋撒在湖里。后来湖干了，再后来这儿就成了沙地。娘是沙乡的女子，常带破烂儿进沙窝采撷。沙窝里宝贝多，白茨果像枸杞，酸甜酸甜的，采来可以当药材卖，也可以熬茶。蓬果烧成灰，可以和面蒸馍，也能当肥皂洗衣。特别是那沙葱和沙米，更可以腌菜，晒“粮食”。沙葱是一种针叶儿草，腌出来像韭菜，可以当咸菜吃。沙米是一种血节花，花开败结的籽，采回来拿簸箕簸干净，洗了晒干，就可以当粮食吃了。 眼下是三月底，还不到草青时节，植物们仍旧干枯着身子，风一吹，瑟瑟作响。 卸了牲口，破烂儿指挥着搭窝铺。窝铺就是拿几根杆子，插土里，绑好，上面遮一块破油布，人夜里睡。本来说好五十个人，临来时又多了两个。一个是队长二舅的小娃子，叫三成，才打学里出来，二舅让跟上炼炼，给不给工钱都成。一个是大姑，她放不下心，硬跟来了，说娘家队上她人熟，好喊叫。人群里还有几个女的，刘二病着，他婆姨来了，还有个杨家的丫头，哥哥一直娶不上媳妇，家里等钱用。再就是跟大姑一齐玩大的招弟，出嫁给本队的墩子，墩子赶马车时摔断一条胳膊，队里当伤残养着，日子一直紧巴，硬缠着大姑要一道来，说挣几个钱给娃们扯几件衣裳。她自个是一身破衣裳，洗的倒干净，紧绷绷裹身上，衬得腰是腰身子是身子，很撩男人眼。 四个女人的窝铺搭在了远处，周围是一片密密的芨芨草。 次日微明，破烂儿吆喝人们起身干活。沙窝里日头大，干活不比平原，抓的是早晚两头子。夜里大姑已给分了工，张二爸打过井，领十个人打井。李三爸干活细劳，负责喊叫种树。四个女人两人两人轮换着做吃食。灶连夜就挖好了，破烂儿吆喝时，大姑已点起炊烟，袅袅轻烟升起，像升腾起一个希望，或是飘起一个如烟如雾的梦想。 沙窝里栽树，难倒是不难，把地挑成一道一道的沟，将沙拉出去，从远处取来松软的土，填进沟里，栽树，浇水。这一带已栽了不少树，祖祖辈辈，为了挡住沙子，不让它把村庄吞没，唯一的办法就是种树。树连成一道宽宽的屏障，隔断黄沙肆虐路，给人遮挡出一片活下去的世界。比起平原地带，沙乡人过得更苦焦，怕沙，又离不开沙。地里不长庄稼的年份，就得跑沙漠里找活命的路。挖煤的，狩猎的，拾野菜的，岁月教会沙乡人不少活下去的本领。 铁锨挖下去，滚滚沙尘扬了起来。沙是干塘子沙，风一卷，呼呼飞起来。早晨西北风厉，从沙岭上吼过来，老鹰扑食般卷了沙土就扬。霎时，眼前一片土蒙，沙尘呛得人不敢吸气，啸叫的沙粒不停地扑打人的面孔，脖颈，钻进人的身体。干了一阵，破烂儿才知道沙窝里干活是个啥滋味，怪不得本庄里那几个人宁可挨穷也不到这鬼地方挣钱。 太阳升起的时候，像是一箭射出个火轮子，极快，不像平原那样冉冉的，先探出个头，再消消停停露出身子。沙漠的日头像是弹出来的，“嗖”一下，就高高地挂在了天上。渐渐，枯干的梭梭、沙米棵让太阳涂了层白光，骆驼悠悠晃进视线，像一个永远压不弯的老人，一步步迈着实在的步伐朝沙漠深处走去。早晨的骆驼头抬得极高，浑身充满豪气，激情十足。 破烂儿一边闷声干活，一边想心事。到现在他才发现，自己是个心事很重的人。粗算起来，在河阳城他已混迹了十个年头，混出了一个“破烂儿”的名，这名虽不好听，心里头却实在。可河阳城仍像个陌生又冷酷的巨人，拒绝着他，抵制着他，甚至有时不拿他当人看。这个冷漠而坚硬的城市一如眼前浩瀚无际的沙漠，诱惑着他，悲伤着他。他多想挤进去，直直地挺起腰杆，冲它大吼，我不是破烂儿，我是个能干大事的人！ 多少个日夜里，他这么坚信着自己，坚信是人活下去的力量。 远处，大姑裹着红头巾，像一串火焰，扑扑的，他的心忽就热了。 正怔想着，人堆里突然爆出一串子笑，破烂儿回过神，细听，才知是有人说荤话。干活时寂寞，人们就拿段儿解闷，庄稼人就这点好，再苦再累，心却是透明的，从不拿愁呀闷的捆绑自己。闷了就说段子听，你说一个他接一个，再苦的活也轻轻松松干完了。 李三爸正讲着，刘二婆姨不依了，斗嘴说：“三爸知道得多，给我们讲讲呗。” “真听啊？”李三爸一本正经道。 “听。”谁都竖直了耳朵。 “问你爹去。” 人堆哗一下笑开了。唯杨丫头红着脸，闷声低头干活。人们说困了，抬头瞅瞅破烂儿，见他一直不吭声，李三爸说：“掌柜的，说说城里的女子，听说城里女子夜里行好事前，先要把那地方洗一洗，有这事没？” 昨儿到现在，人们一直管破烂儿叫掌柜的。这是破烂儿长这么大头一回受尊重。在河阳，“掌柜的”一般指称那些家大业大又有声望的人，破烂儿听了，心里既热乎又忐忑，觉得大姑娘家队上的人真是不错。这阵听李三爸把他往荤处拉，猛地脸红耳热。长这么大，他还从没说过这种荤话儿，城里女子夜里做啥事，他从哪儿知晓？他连个囫囵女人身子都没见过，还说荤话哩。见破烂儿不吱声，其他人东一声西一声催上了，他一急，忙从衣袋里掏出烟：“抽烟，抽烟。”刘二婆姨笑说：“人家掌柜的还是个瓜蛋子，这号事张不开口。”李三爸抢话道：“你咋晓得人家是瓜蛋子，尝过？”人们又笑。刘二婆姨接过话茬：“我倒是想尝，就怕有人不让哩。”说笑间就有人朝做饭的那边望了望，不知是有心还是无意，破烂儿感觉他们在望大姑，心一阵猛跳。 吃早饭时已近九点，大姑做的黄米干饭，炒白菜。一人端着高高一大碗，蹲沙地上吃。吃了没几口，有人叫起来，嚷着吃进了沙子，碜死了。破烂儿嘴里也碜碜的，但硬挨着。沙窝里的饭，哪有不碜的？边吃边偷偷瞅一眼大姑，见大姑正拿眼望他，忙低下头。 人多眼杂，又都是大姑娘家队上的，见面说话就得装成另一副样，反而不比以前自然。到了天黑，吃完仍掺有沙子的饭，人们三三两两躺在沙子上，让夜风吹干出了一天汗的身子。夜色渐浓，喧嚣了一天的沙漠渐渐平静，凉凉的夜风，像温柔的手掌，抚摸着日头晒疼的脸。 一连几天，破烂儿都没机会跟大姑好好说上一阵话。说不清为啥，自打进了沙漠，脑子里尽想些过去的事儿，大姑对他的好，对他的关心一次次漫上心头，每每望见她，禁不住面红耳热，这是以前没有过的，以前他只把大姑当姐，一个能诉苦能说知心话的姐，从没想过别的。可是现在，不像了，心里头怪怪的，生出很多复杂模糊的念头，尤其是听李三爸和刘二婆姨说荤话时，忍不住就往大姑身上想。 夜里，翻来覆去睡不着，一个人踩着稀薄的月光登上沙岭。夜晚的沙漠静谧安详，夜气无声地涌动，这是沙漠独有的夜气，似风，又不是风，似浪，又不是浪。它发出水一样的声音，哗哗地流动，轻柔，缥缈，像一个神秘的存在，洗涤人的灵魂。 风弱下来，渐渐，只有大漠的孱动声了。那是一种能把人的心扯得很远很远的声音。 他轻轻掬起一捧沙子，夜晚的沙子是那样的柔弱、细软，像个无助的孩子。他奇怪这样柔软的东西咋会发出那样的尖啸，他把沙子慢慢撒在自己铜色的肌肤上，肌肤发出一阵清凉的欢叫，美妙的感觉迅疾涌遍周身。 他沉浸在大漠的孤独里，他觉得自己成了哲人，能跟大漠一样思考了。这个二十出头的乡下汉子头一次把人生两个字拿出来，细细地把玩，咂摸。渐渐，一个在心头孱动了无数次却总也捕捉不到的梦想变得清晰，他仿佛已看到自己的未来，那样明亮，那样清澈，他甚至能伸手触摸那清晰的脉络了…… 不知过了多久，一阵窸窣声惊醒他，掉头一看，竟是大姑在为他遮挡着夜风。 他突然张开双臂，搂住她娇弱的身子。 没有反抗，没有抵挡，有的，是一阵紧过一阵的颤动。很久，大姑抬起头，喃喃道：“回去吧，夜深，风儿凉。” 他没法松手了，感觉再也丢不开她，猛一用力，更紧地搂住她。 可是，大姑推开了他，苍凉地说：“我是个寡妇，我不想毁你……” 次日，负责打井的张二爸说，三成那娃放井上不成，想换个人。破烂儿说，行，你挑上谁谁过去。 沙窝里打井，先按图上的尺寸把坑挖下去，挖到一百米时，水利局会派技术员来，再用钻头钻。水大约在二百米，支井架、箍井筒的事都由水利局的人专门指挥。张二爸的工作，就是先挖一百米，等水利局来了人，人家让咋做就咋做。当然，连人带机子，费用由破烂儿出。 三成挖树沟挖了一天，大姑嫌弹道：“三成，干活要狠着心，你那样，不是你干活，是活干你哩。” “我又不拿工钱，爱咋干咋干。”三成是他爹硬逼来的，干这苦脏活，心里就有气，听大姑一嫌弹，口气就凶。大姑还要说啥，猛见破烂儿使眼色，话咽了肚里，脸却黑黑的。看得出，大姑见不上磨洋工的人。破烂儿虽清楚，工钱一个子儿少不了三成的，可毕竟他是队长的儿子，说重了他给你耍脸子，你有啥治？ 果然，第二天，三成耍了脾气，说不干了，要回。大姑黑着脸说：“回就回，二舅还让你炼哩，炼个萝卜。”两人说着就吵了起来，破烂儿急了，挡在中间劝半天，才把姐弟俩劝开。破烂儿说了一堆好话，才把三成留住，最后给三成另行按当了个差事，专门拾柴火，三成才不嚷嚷了。 谁也想不到，三成拾了几天柴火，竟拾出一个天大的祸。 他和沙乡一个叫薛兰兰的女子好上了。 据三成说，他跟薛兰兰是先相好后在一起，不在一起她家不让薛兰兰嫁给他，可是这样一来麻烦就大了。 薛兰兰家的人追来了，跟破烂儿讲理。说是讲理，其实是讲钱。 “你的人，你说个话，叫我告哩还是叫我死哩。”先找来的是兰兰妈，一个四十多岁的沙乡女人。 破烂儿怕事情张场，忙把兰兰妈拉到僻背处。“人呢？”他问。 “叫我给捆了！”兰兰妈恨恨道，接着又哌喊，“丢死先人呀，我不活了，我这就到公社死去——” “他婶子，咋回事，先说清楚嘛，说清楚告也不急。”破烂儿一边附和一边想对策。 “咋回事？我说不出口啊，天老爷啊，我不活了，我的闺女啊，硬让他给害了。” 兰兰妈鼻子一把泪一把，哭天抢地。 破烂儿慌了手脚。跟兰兰妈同来的还有两个男人，气势很凶。破烂儿赶忙掏出烟，敬给人家：“两位劝劝，劝劝嘛，有话好好说。” “拿一边去，这事不能这么了了！” “对，不能这么了了！” 于是就按沙乡的乡俗来了。 破烂儿先出六百块钱，给兰兰妈压惊。兰兰妈同意把三成放回来，剩下的事，由破烂儿担在身上。 当夜，破烂儿和大姑去了戈壁，领回了三成。他们去时，三成光着身子，一根绳子捆住他的手脚，头耷拉在地上，等着挨宰。 谁也没说啥，出了这号丑事，打骂已是无用。大姑象征性地宽慰几句兰兰，一扭身先回来了。 第二天天还没亮，破烂儿就又站到了兰兰家门口。 这件事整整熬费掉破烂儿十天的时间，来来回回跑几趟，兰兰家才答应让三成娶兰兰，条件是彩礼双倍，队长二舅先给兰兰哥说一房媳妇。队长二舅很感激破烂儿，好歹不说，这事算是结了。 树种完时，井才打了一半。水利局来了三个人，一个师傅，两个徒弟。干活的人回了一大半，三个女的也走了。杨家丫头听说三成的丑事后，哭了一鼻子，谁也没注意到，在这个热浪滚滚，沙尘漫天的地方，还会悄悄生长出这么一份情。大姑说，杨丫头不值，为三成这么个烂货。不管值不值，杨家丫头的眼泪是流到沙窝里了。大姑侍候着十几个人，破烂儿又去了河阳城，他已着手腐竹厂的事，风里来土里去，人瘦下去很多。大姑每望他一回，心里总忍不住想，这人到底翻天哩还是入地哩，他咋就没个闲下来的时候？ 最后一场春雨哗哗落下来，下了一天一夜，火爆的大漠温柔了，空气清爽了许多，隐隐约约中，沙漠能看见绿了。 水利局的赵师傅很烦人，顿顿拣好的吃不说，一天到晚嘴里没个干净，一肚子男盗女娼。喧起荤段儿来比李三爸能喧多了。打井的人一天到晚猴子追猩猩似的围住他，让他讲那些笑掉牙的段儿。大姑却很烦，那男人的眼贼鼠鼠的，一天到晚盯住她的身子不放。一看见大姑，就兴奋得像是回到了年轻时候，眉飞色舞。 赵师傅又在讲，讲到精彩处，人们哗一下笑了。李三爸笑得饭都喷了出来，窝铺前响起一片哎哟。笑完了都说这段子好，有味，再吃饭，好像那段子进了碗里，嚼的那是个香。 夜里，大姑细细想了这段子，竟也捂住肚子笑了几回，笑完就难受，空空荡荡的。雨后的沙漠有点冷，凉意从四处袭来，她瑟缩着身子，很久才入睡。迷糊中觉得有只手在身子上蠕动，起先还以为是梦，美滋滋的，等男人重重地压上来时，才顿觉不好，有人摸进窝铺了，一阵乱叫，惊惶中见是赵师傅这个老不死的压住她，她奋力挣扎，赵师傅死死抓住她的裤腰带不放，嘴像猪拱地似的拱着她的奶子。大姑急了，摸出枕头底下藏的剪子，就往赵师傅身上戳。赵师傅这才怕了，松开手，提着裤子跑了。 大姑一直哭到天明，漠风听到了，星星听到了，就连睡了的沙鼠们也听到了。 姓赵的挨了一顿猛揍！如果不是两个徒弟拉得快，怕是要给揍死哩。 破烂儿回到沙窝铺，听了大姑的哭说，狮子一样吼叫着扑向赵师傅。破烂儿那么大个身架