Chapter 13 Section Thirteen

Eighteen-year-old brother lying down! He was lying on the kang in the hut where he lived alone, without turning on the light, he had inserted the wooden door bolt, covered his head with a quilt, and lay quietly. "Runsheng, eat before going to bed." My mother persuaded me outside the window. "Not hungry." He refused. "That's how things are in the world." My father didn't panic, and said worldly, "If you don't stumble, you won't grow up, and if you don't hit a wall, you won't recognize people and don't understand world affairs."

The talented uncle shook the door with a big mouth and a long tongue: "Runba! Open the door, uncle has something to tell you, if you need to tighten the string..." He didn't say anything, and didn't open the door. Uncle Changcai grunted loudly and walked out of the yard. His heart was very troubled and chaotic, and he wanted to calm down and think about it, but his simple head was disturbed and dizzy. If what Uncle Changcai said is true, then things can be smoothed out and clarified. When he was hungry for breakfast, the village chief Cao Zihuai was already sitting next to the stove of the head of the gravel management station.

When he beat his love rival with a badminton racket in retaliation, Cao Zihuai, the village head, had already sent a simple written report on the establishment of a gravel management sub-station by the Cao Village Brigade to Deputy Wu of the township government in charge of the township enterprises. director. He completely listened to what the management station manager asked him to say hello to the village chief. The actual meaning was that once he had connected with the village chief, everything would be clear at a glance, and there was no need for the station manager to deny your "association".So, he began to fall into the prepared trap, just like Zhuge Liang set up a rock formation for Lu Xun before he was born, waiting for the baby to get into it!

When he reported to the village chief Cao Zihuai, Cao Zihuai did not overturn his opinion, but said that he was "not sure" about the current policy, and pushed him to Deputy Director Wu. Deputy Director Wu put him in the refrigerator if it was absolutely in line with the policy to reduce the burden on farmers by not adding overlapping institutions.And when he confessed to Deputy Director Wu full of grievances that he was not trying to become a cadre, the daughter-in-law of the village head Cao Zihuai had already left the river beach with a hinge clip under her arm and took office immediately.

He finished drilling the "Rocky Formation", and what he got was the suspicion that he wanted to be a cadre, and even increase the burden on the peasants who fished for stones. The village head, Cao Zihuai, remained silent, without even holding a club meeting, so he sent his daughter-in-law to the beach to manage the stone sales of the rock farmers in Cao Village.Of course, she won't suffer in vain on the beach in the cold winter of March 9th: 8% of the total sales of the stones will be taken as the detainment of the Cao Village Brigade, which of course includes her remuneration.

Cao Zihuai's mouth with a black cigarette in his mouth was now very clearly reflected in front of his eyes, and the cigarette flickering up and down when he spoke, gently flicked him into the dry ditch: Cao Zihuai only used half of his mouth to talk to him, already It made him unclear inside and out! Only now did he strongly realize that his mind was too simple, so simple that he hated himself!Everything is not simple, it's just that I see everything as simple, and I feel simple if I can't see it through.For the first time, he regretted his mantra—it was simple. The relationship with Xiaolan is not as simple as I thought in the past, is it?

The first budding love is over! He was elected as the "chairman" by the peasants of Cao Village, and he was quietly pushed aside by the village head before he even fulfilled the mission of being a member of the association... But there was nothing he could do. Now, Cao Runsheng is lying on the single bed in the hut, trying to recall all the subtleties. What is wrong with him?He searched for his faults.In all fairness, he felt worthy, not only of Xiaolan, but also of the more than one hundred peasants in Cao Village who scooped up stones on the beach.He finally came down to one point, he was too simple-minded!

His heart is a bit cold, but not empty, he is only eighteen years old, and there is still a long way to live... A majestic rooster crowing woke him up. When he turned over and sat up, the window was already brightly lit, and he got up late.He hurriedly put on his clothes, opened the door latch, ho!Snow!A heavy snowfall fell at night, and the yard and the roof tiles were all white. He picked up the shovel, walked out of the street gate, walked down the hall, and walked towards the river beach. Heavy snow covered source slopes and rivers.The snow stopped and the wind stopped, and a layer of fluffy white snow fell on the branches.The sun has not yet risen, and strands of blue light are flashing on the snow.On the Baiyang corridor leading to the river bank, the white snow has been trampled to pieces.

On the beach, there are many nets, the shovels are rising and falling, the sound of shoveling and smashing the sand and gravel makes a sound, and occasionally there is a dull cough. Suddenly, Runsheng saw a man in a grass-green overcoat, a red kerchief on his head, and a binder under his arm at the intersection of the river bank and the beach, pacing at the intersection, probably because of the activities being carried out. The feet that are sore from the cold are the daughter-in-law of the village chief.He didn't want to pass her, so he turned off the road, slanted through the snow-covered wheat field, jumped off the river bank, and walked onto the beach.

His net was already buried in the snow. He scraped the snow with a shovel and set it up with a triangular wooden frame, but he didn't want to drive the shovel into the masonry.He turned his head to one side, and the daughter-in-law of the village chief in a military coat was watching him from a distance by the river bank. He passed the wooden handle of the shovel through the meshes of the net, picked up the net, and turned and walked towards the bank. "Runsheng——" Uncle Changcai ran over from the snow, exhaling a lot of white air from the corner of his mouth, "You——"

"Quit." His quiet tone surprised even himself secretly. "Why are you going?" Uncle Changcai shook his head sadly. "Now you can't get stuck!" He smiled faintly, "Where can't you make money? There are so many roads!" He walked away with the net on his back, the snow covered all the stones and sand, and he often tripped and slipped on the stones under the snow.Suddenly, a strange feeling arose in my mind, the messy sound of smashing stones disappeared, the river beach seemed empty and lonely, and my ears suddenly became quiet.He stopped, and when he turned his head, the peasants scattered on the beach, holding shovels, all stopped working and watched him walk out of the beach.He suddenly became emotional, and he didn't have the strength to look at the naturally solemn scene, so he hurriedly turned his head and continued to stride forward. "Runwa—" When he heard the call, he stood still, but it was Uncle Wulong who called him.He is middle-aged, wearing a purple fleece, his thick body is like a rolling mill, rolling over on the snow. "Runwa, does the No. 1 number you sent Uncle count?" Uncle Wulong stood in front of him, holding the small piece of paper with number one written on it in his hand.He suddenly thought, is Uncle Wulong playing tricks on him?He brought him snacks and bottles of soju, which he brought up on the beach for public collection, and when he took out his own things, he smashed them into pieces like a demonstration.Runsheng didn't speak, and looked at Uncle Wulong's serious face, it didn't look like he was here to tease him! "Uncle knows, this number is useless..." He said loudly, probably not for Runsheng.He suddenly said meaningfully, "Even though it's useless, Uncle is still reluctant to throw it away. Uncle will keep it as a memento..." He actually unbuttoned the fleece jacket with the front door open, stuffed the note with the number into his shirt pocket, pressed it, and tied the button again, as carefully as if he were hiding a million-dollar passbook. There was a sudden burst of laughter on the river beach, and someone whistled, like the whistling of a torrent rushing down from the upper reaches of the river. As soon as Runsheng turned around, he saw the village head's daughter-in-law in a military overcoat standing only three or five steps away. He understood the meaning of Uncle Wulong's actions and the resentment contained in the laughter. Runsheng picked up the snare, stretched his long legs, and walked past the village head's daughter-in-law without twisting his head. The sun rises from the peaks of the East Mountains of the Qinling Mountains, and colorful garlands flash on the snow, making people dazzled.The eighteen-year-old brother walked up to the river bank and never looked back... June-July 1984 Grass-reformed in the eastern suburbs of Xi'an