Chapter 9 Chapter One

The detachment leader jumped off the red horse and lightly brushed off the dust on the cloth breeches and the dead hair that fell off the horse's belly with a snakeskin whip.It was a spring long ago, when the pear blossoms were in full bloom, the bees were flying, the south wind was strong, and the vast and gentle love fell from the sky, comforting the hearts of the ancestors, and making the good characters shine like colorful roses.The light blue air is filled with the delicate fragrance of pear blossoms, and there is also the smell of roses... Nephew Jindou, can you give me another cigarette?When he was young, he was said to be able to recite the dictionary of Chinese idioms upside down. The little old uncle, who was asthmatic when he was old, leaned against the earthen wall, squinted his big gray eyes, and wore a ragged cotton jacket. The ribs on both sides of his chest were exposed to the sun. Wrinkled, he stretched out a hand that had been operated on, but still had webbed membranes, and said in a begging but dignified manner.

My baby name is Jindou, and I am the son of my little uncle's younger sister. I am 28 years old now. I like beautiful women and smoke brand-name cigarettes. Infected after the bite of a long-billed mosquito.Wearing the little old uncle's bare goatskin gown, Jindou shivered.It is also spring, pear blossoms are in full bloom, the sun is strong, and the ancient courtyard is filled with the smell of pesticides.This pack of cigarettes is for you.Jin Dou put a pack of American cigarettes on the little old uncle's belly.Do you still remember the appearance of the detachment leader?I asked.

The red horse was very handsome, it was very thin when it was first pulled, and then it was fattened by the yellow beard.The horse was moulting, and the breeches of the detachment leader were stained. "Papa papa", the snakeskin horse whipped the black leather breeches.The head of the detachment has a slender body, thin eyebrows and one eye, no beard on the mouth, fair skin, a Beijing accent, a mouth full of gold teeth, can sing Beijing opera, play Jinghu, and speak foreign languages.The little old uncle was smoking foreign cigarettes, puffing blue smoke from his nostrils, talking endlessly.The leader of the detachment took out a gold cigarette case, lit it with a click, and the cigarette was dancing on his mouth. The leader of the detachment said loudly: "Yellow Beard, take the saddle off and let it dry, take the horse for a walk, and wait for it to finish rolling." , Find a broom and sweep the dead hair off its stomach.It is too thin, you go to the grain and fodder to get two buckets of soybeans, fry them and feed them.The soybeans are too hot, you need to add some bran to feed them, and you will get another fifty catties of bran.Feed it ASAP!

The detachment leader had a cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't dare to open his mouth wide when speaking, and he relied on his nasal cavity to pronounce, so he spoke in a low voice. He threw a pack of cigarettes into Yellowbeard's arms, and the cigarette bounced on the ground. Yellowbeard looked down at the cigarette, bent down to pick it up, put the cigarette in his pocket, took the red horse from the detachment leader, and led the horse out of the courtyard. Is the courtyard at that time the current courtyard? Almost, the courtyard wall was plastered at that time, but now the plaster has peeled off, the stones are covered with moss, the green bricks are rotten into honeycombs, and the courtyard wall is about to collapse. If it rains like last year and floods this summer, even the house also poured.At that time, I lived with Yellow Beard in the east wing, and the detachment leader lived in the main room with her.The red horse also lives in the east wing. The manger is placed in the southeast corner, the kang is built in the northwest corner, and the pot and stove are connected to the south end of the kang. The red horse is long and has a tail like a silk satin. On the pot table.Horse manure is not dirty.There are undigested soybeans in the horse manure, and there is a smell of fried soybeans in the horse manure.When the yellow beard was frying soybeans, I squatted in front of the stove and lit the fire. The firewood was bean stalks, which crackled and crackled, and the soybeans in the pot jumped wildly, also crackling and crackling.The fire was baking my face, my armpits were sweating, and I sat cross-legged on the edge of the kang with a yellow beard and smoked.The red horse was ridden out by the detachment leader, and the horse dung was still placed in front of the stove. The hen came in to plan food, looking for the food in the horse dung and the parasites in the horse's stomach.

The little old uncle said to the yellow beard, "Father, the bean paste!" The yellow beard came over slowly, picked up the shovel, and turned over the popped beans in the pot.He has a long face, a pair of big eyes, a few yellow beards, raised lips, and a mouth full of long yellow teeth.It looks like a horse.I have never seen this yellow beard, he has nothing to do with me. The little old uncle said that when Yellow Beard pulled his horse for a walk, he always followed behind—he always wanted to follow, depending on Yellow Beard's mood.When the yellow beard is in a good mood, the little old uncle can follow him to walk the horse; when the yellow beard is in a bad mood, he turns around and stares at the little old uncle viciously.

I was eight years old, not as big as a dog, and my yellow beard could kick me a foot away. But he didn't kick me easily, he just stared at me fiercely, his wide and big jaw trembling like a hungry horse.Seeing the yellow beard like this, the little old uncle came back knowingly. The detachment captain went into the house.Before the detachment leader entered the room, he glanced shyly at the yellow beard. The yellow beard led the horse and walked out without looking back at all. The room was filled with the fragrance of roses.A revolver hung on the captain's leather belt.The detachment leader sometimes wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and a gold rod on his finger.When Ratinhu, he crossed his legs.Rose rose scented.

At that time, the red horse was only half-fat at most, with two large patches of gray dead hair on both sides of the belly.It has a slender body and a tail like a smooth satin, did I just say it again?This horse is like a dog with a slender body that is good at sprinting and can catch hares. A tall and majestic horse may not be a fast horse, just like a tall and mighty dog ​​may not be able to catch hares.Nephew, are you still cold?You squat down and let me tighten the cloth strips for you.I squatted in front of the little old uncle and stretched out my left wrist tied with a red cloth strip.The little old uncle held the cloth tightly, and squeezed all the seven mung beans pressed into my flesh.Cut malaria!Cut malaria!My hands were purple and swollen, the blood was not flowing, and the intersectoral area was full of gas.The yellow beard was also hairy at that time, nephew, he is not your grandfather at all.

A hundred years ago, our village was a barren grassland. People often came to graze cattle and sheep, and wild rabbits were in groups.There are red foxes in the red swamp, and the foxes only eat wild rabbits.Fifty years ago, there were 20 families in our village, and they were related to the family that ate green grass, and they were entangled.At that time, the courtyard was very conspicuous. Standing on the Maya Mountain thirty miles away, you could see the white powder walls of the courtyard.The big nephew and the little old uncle are rough people who don't speak soft words, but people reproduce faster than rabbits. In the blink of an eye, pedestrians bump into each other on the road.But don't worry, people are born, and people are raised by the earth. There were more people in Zhou Wenwang's time than now, but no one starved to death.Mai Xiu has two ears, a horse has two foals, a litter of rabbits gives birth to a hundred, there is endless food and meat, what kind of family planning!Nephew, Yellow Beard is not your grandfather, I can assure you!It's hard to tell whether he is my father or not; the child is not like the father, and the mother knows it well.The little old uncle is poor and down, in order to smoke you two foreign cigarettes, he turned the bottom of the vat with old eggplants and rotten sesame seeds for you?Where do I have a chance?You little beast, with triangular eyes and slender eyebrows, not a disaster star but also a Tai Sui, the little old uncle can't afford to mess with you!

Yellow Beard walked his horse to the Mo River, about five miles away from the village.The pear blossoms bloom in March in Yangchun, and the grass is covered with a layer of short grass, which looks like a velvet blanket.The little old uncle followed behind the horse's rump, twitching his nose to inhale the sour smell of sweat from the horse's body.The horse's tail is like a fluttering satin.The third time, my little old uncle!Later, the red horse was fat and round, with a neck like satin, but in spring, the red horse was only half-fat.People don't talk nonsense, even bitches can give birth to unicorns.On the river beach, the yellow-bearded horse stood still. The sand was scorching hot, and the river was half-dried, revealing pebbles covered with white alkali flowers. Three green-billed crows were squatting on two large pebbles. They were drinking water, and there were tadpoles in the water. , in groups, gathering and dispersing, like clouds.The red horse is lazy and sun-baked.I was wearing a winter coat, my body was sticky, and I was sweating.There are lice in the hair, strange itching, very itchy, scratching the head, scratching "quack quack quack".The yellow beard had been newly shaved, and his scalp was green like a dog's eyes.His eyeballs are also yellow, "yellow eyes and green beads, he doesn't recognize his relatives"!In fact, he is not bad, he just has a wicked look.Have you met him?I can't remember exactly when he died.

How many years has it been in the Republic of China?The stone mill was smeared with rosin, and the daughter-in-law of the Sun family walked away, making a scene of evil, everyone was timid, and they would defecate together, and wild cats howled on the wall. That was the year he died.To die is to suffer, but to live is to suffer.You can't tell the truth, so I called him daddy for a while. "Father, is this a stallion?" asked the little old uncle. Yellow Beard didn't answer. The little old uncle asked, "Father, is this a mare?" Yellow Beard didn't answer. The yellow beard looked at the red horse sullenly, his eyes rolling.He stuffed the bit into the horse's mouth and reined it hard, making the horse's mouth pucker up.The horse stamped its hooves, wagged its tail, closed its nostrils, and opened its eyes.The yellow beard pulled down the iron bit vigorously, the horse's mouth drooped, and the dust on the ground was blown;

Up and down, up and down, up and down, the yellow beard gritted his teeth, the cheeks were full of lean flesh, and he tossed the horse desperately. The horse became big and small, and his body was covered with wrinkles at one time, and stretched out at another, without any wrinkles at all.Sweat quickly soaked the horse's skin, shining like rotten silver in circles.Beads of sweat hung on the tip of the little old uncle's nose, and the sad blue light in the horse's eyes made him feel cold. He was furious and rushed forward recklessly, tearing off the yellow beard's hand. "Father, the horse is crying, please let it go..." the little old uncle said weepingly. The yellow beard let go of the bit, and the red horse's forelegs softened, and it knelt down on the ground.Its hind legs also softened immediately.The red horse is lying on the ground, with its long head flat on the ground, the trembling skin shows the grief of the horse, the horse's eyes are closed, the horse's mouth is bleeding, and the blood beads hang on the horse's beard, like hanging on the grass Crystal dewdrops on. After the yellow beard let go of the bit, the little old uncle became frightened. He let go of the hand that was scratching the yellow beard, and slowly stepped back, tightening his neck, as if waiting for a heavy blow from above. They looked at each other across the horse, and the sour smell of sweat rose from the horse's body, forming a gray barrier of smell. laugh--!The yellow beard squeezed his nose with his lips, then smiled and muttered in a low voice: "Uh, uh, come here." The little old man backed away, getting farther and farther away from the smell of the horse. "Ugh! Ugh! Come here, you bastard!" The little old uncle was still retreating, a huge terror oppressed him, his pores were clogged, and his sweat stopped flowing. The yellow beard clapped his hands, jumped over the red horse, and rushed to the little old uncle in a few steps.Grabbing his neck and lifting him up, the yellow beard has fierce claws and hard arms, just like carrying a thin-necked wine bottle.With just one swing, the little old uncle fell in front of the horse and was drowned in the horse's sweat.On the sandy ground on one side of the horse's belly, the dark red grass sprouts were as delicate as the curly hair of a dead man, and there were small fluffy beetles with green backs pretending to be dead crawling on the roots of the grass.The little old uncle was picked up again by the yellow beard, this time he was holding his helix, so he grinned in pain.Little old uncle, is the yellow beard a six-finger?I don't know if this is true or not?There is one more tickle with six fingers.Big nephew, you are a dog paw wiping the wall, doing everything you can. Nephew, you eat steel wire springs and have a stomach full of twists and turns.Your kind of cigarette is a good-looking box, but it smells like fart when you smoke it, or is it so cold? Little old uncle, you are screaming like a ghost.You have had two bow legs and two protruding ears since you were a child. It is said in the photo book, "Two ears are protruding, the ancestor who sells land".So I have been poor all my life, and I can't even get a wife.Just like the yellow beard treated me, he just wanted to twist my ears. The pear blossoms are in full bloom, and the house overflows with the aroma of roses, and the aroma of roses is tangy. The yellow beard twisted the little old uncle's ears.He brought a pair of big cold eyes close to my face, as if trying to identify something.His mouth also smelled of green grass, like the putrid smell of mules, horses, donkeys, cows, camels and sheep when they burp.But he scolded me unconscionably: "You bastard donkey eating grass! You belong to a duck! You belong to a frog! You webbed toad!" Then he pressed my face on the red horse's buttocks, Wiping my neck, he slammed my face against the horse's butt, the horse's excrement and sweat mixed with my saliva, nose, tears, and sweat. He didn't let me go until the red horse jumped up from the ground.I saved the horse first, and then the horse saved me, and it’s not like I didn’t report, but because the time has come, I already knew that the reactionaries would not end well, but then again, the yellow beard is not so bad people.He smirked and looked at me like an urchin. He didn't seem to have any compassion for me, just like a red horse. My lip was broken, and the blood stained my teeth like a red horse. "Hmm! Hmm! What's the smell?" Yellow Beard asked with a smile. The little old uncle began to cry, and the tears rushed out some white lines on his dirty little face. "Picking the horse's butt and kissing, I don't know the smelly stuff!" Yellow Beard scolded angrily. The red horse waddled into the protruding river channel of the black stone, lowered its head to soak up the water, some of the reins and bit iron were submerged in the sour river water, and some rested on the white-stained black stone. The sun was scorching, and there was a sour smell in the river. Are the toads and tadpoles about to be cooked? What the little old uncle was most worried about was that the red horse sucked the tadpoles into its stomach, causing gastroenteritis, and then ran loose and diarrhea, which made it difficult to clean the stable. Ho Chirp!The yellow beard looked at the sun for a long time before he sneezed loudly.The little old uncle looked at the firm and bright horizon behind the yellow beard, looked at the lonely dark blue Maya Mountain and the black pine trees on the mountain, the wounds of the pine trees were covered with golden and transparent grease, and in winter, white snow piled up on the treetops, Like clouds that have not yet melted, the ice and snow melt in spring, the snow is flowing, the grass is moist, the orchids are blooming, the roses are blooming, and the roses are fragrant.The iron-colored eagle is flying in the air, and the hare is running in panic. The smart hare never flees in a hurry. It only needs to get into the thorn bushes and jujube bushes, and the eagle has nothing to do.Are you not cold yet? Little old uncle, I'm not cold anymore, "skin cold" is not a disease, it's fatal.Do all of you in the grass-eating family have the problem of daydreaming?I shook my head and sighed, and there seemed to be a buzzing in my ear canal. What happened afterwards?I saw two clumps of scorched yellow hairs protruding from the nostrils of the yellow beard, shaking and trembling, like the tentacles of a butterfly. I guessed that there was a big monster parasitic in his head, and it ate his brains clean. One day, that monster will swell his head, like a cracked eggshell, and a chick will hatch; like an eggshell cracked, a little snake will emerge; turtle.The yellow monster sucked his brains day and night. He has a gloomy and violent personality, and he was bitten by that thing.I watched him take out the pack of cigarettes, a layer of green paper, a layer of tin foil, wrapped in dozens of white cigarette sticks.This pack of cigarettes was rewarded to him by the detachment leader.bastard!The little old uncle took out an American cigarette I gave him, and scolded lightly, I don't know if he scolded the captain of the detachment, the yellow beard, or both.The pear blossoms are in full bloom in the garden. The rain hits the pear blossoms and the door is closed.A village girl peddles roses.Bastard, said the little old uncle, there is a lot of Ming (name) shit (poetry) in the eyes of the buttocks! I looked at the yellow beard and the yellow beard looking at the cigarettes, with the blue sky above his head, the sky was covered with fish scale clouds, and the cranes in the clouds were screaming, coming from the depths of the red swamp of the herbivorous family.Cranes chirp at the Nine Springs, and their voices are heard in the sky!Little old uncle, has he smoked?He pulled out the cigarettes and put them in, inserted them and pulled them out again, playing some kind of trick.I heard him wheezing and grinning as he played with cigarettes, the two golden hairs in his nostrils quivering a little, and the brain-sucking monster in his head began to torture him again.He put a cigarette in his mouth. In the end is to suck.No, he blew the cigarette away like there was shit on it, like he ate shit, like shit in his mouth, he spit like shit like shit.Then he threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, howling like a wild beast, and jumped wildly on the cigarette, trampling the cigarette into powder with his two big feet wearing espadrilles , Afterwards, he kicked up the dust again, and the dust filled his face covered with sweat.The little old uncle retreated a dozen steps away, squatted on the ground, hugged his shoulders, and watched the tall yellow beard jumping and clamoring timidly. The yellow beard was lying on the ground, as if dead, and only a child-like sob came from between his tall body and the ground, which proved that he was still alive.Behind the Maya Mountain is the vast expanse of blue sea. The water vapor rises and condenses into white clouds, like tall and majestic castles, slowly moving over the grass and rivers, casting green and dark shadows, making the green grass glow. The water of the Black River turns green, the red horse turns yellow, and the yellow horse stands with its head down, looking at its vivid image of itself lying in the river.At this moment, the little old uncle focused his attention on the two big hands of the yellow beard. The yellow beard turned into a red beard. The two big hands of the red beard were inserted into the sand, and his ten fingers looked like plant roots protruding from the sand.The monster was quietly sucking the yellow beard's brains again, and the rattling of rusted gears resounded in the clouds, like the door opening in heaven.Beyond the shadow of the clouds, the sun is shining, the green grass is fresh and picturesque, and the eye-catching white walls in the courtyard are shining with dazzling light. The pear blossoms are blooming, the bees are working, buzzing, the roses are as sweet as candy, and the roses are fragrant. After a long time, the little old uncle said, he slowly got up from the ground.The way he gets up is cute, innocent and pure like a half-year-old baby.He first arched his waist, then retracted his arms and moved his legs forward at the same time, only his knees and hands were on the ground, like a big frog, with a charming and naive attitude.not good!He suddenly fell down again, his stomach and head lying heavily on the ground.I could see that there was real pain in his heart, not feigned pain.Well, I slept with him in the east wing, and we smelled the red horse's excrement together.Well, I want to call him Dad, so I timidly stepped forward, grabbed his big hard hand, and said, "Daddy, it's time for us to go home." He obediently stood up, grabbed my little hand with his big cold, mud-stained hands, and asked me feebly, "I'm going to kill your mother, are you sad?" The little old uncle's face was pale, and he didn't seem to be sad in his heart, but tears suddenly flowed down his cheeks.