Chapter 5 it's become a problem

The difficult situation did not last long.Three years have passed, and Bangzijing Village is like a strong man who was knocked down by a sudden cholera, and the depleted body gradually recovered, showing the vitality of life again.No one wipes their noses and tears in front of everyone for thirty or fifty catties of relief food anymore; the dumplings at Carpenter Wang’s house will no longer arouse anyone’s envy or cause disputes. It is a very common noodle dish ... As a symbol of Bangzijing's complete recovery from serious difficulties, Hu Zhenhan, a member of the commune, first propped up three new tile-roofed houses in Bangzijing Village.

At the east end of Bangzijing Village, Hu Zhenhan stripped down two small and dilapidated buildings that he had lived in for many years, and built three new houses with blue bricks and red tiles, and new-style wide doors and windows, erected on the left and right of those old-style buildings. In the group, it looks like a graceful and youthful girl standing gracefully among a bunch of hunchbacked old ladies, which makes her stand out even more.Over the past few days, male and female villagers have rushed to the east end of the village, raised their heads, visited and admired, and expressed warm congratulations to Hu Zhenhan and his wife.

Peasant!After years of collective life, let alone buying land!Of the three major wishes, only the two big things of building a new house and getting a wife are left.They desperately earn money, clenching their fists to save money and food, hoping to build a spacious big tile-roofed house in their lifetime.They sincerely express their envy and admiration for the eye-catching achievements accumulated by others through diligent and thrifty management of the sun and the moon. Mrs. Bangzi also visited the east end of the village.The day she came, the rush was over.She didn't want to come to visit, fearing that Hu Zhenhan and his wife would become suspicious again, so she endured at home for two days, but still couldn't get rid of the temptation of the new house.Others can see it, why can't I?Hu Zhenhan's family lives far away from her, there is no conflict of interest, and the couple are kind and friendly, so what are you afraid of?She reminded herself in her heart: only look with your eyes, don't speak with your mouth.She walked into the new house together with two or three women, and her eyes were brightened. The red mechanism tiles were shining in the sun, the red brick pillars, and the white and gray joints. This is undoubtedly the most beautiful house on the top of Bangzijing Village. up.

The women who came with them joked and complimented Mrs. Zhenhan in front of the new house, saying that the husband and wife could endure hardships and live frugally, and it was not easy to build such a good house.Don't listen to such compliments, but the more you listen, the more the old bangzi will be unconvinced. She tries to keep her face calm, but in her heart she laughs at those women who say cheap compliments, they are too ignorant of the world.Mrs. Bangzi couldn't be more clear in her heart—— In the spring of the year before last, the government issued the "Sixty Measures". As soon as the policy of allowing commune members to open up wasteland to grow food was publicized, Zhenhan and his wife plunged into the grassy beach in the middle of the small river, bent their waists, pouted their buttocks to open up wasteland, and then fell down. Sweet potato seedlings.This is an isolated island formed year by year between the two streams after the river was diverted and diverted;

Some people advised Zhenhan that "the land on the river beach cannot be used for property". "No matter how good the crops are, they cannot attract a flood." Someone asserted. "I'm just trying my luck!" Hu Zhenhan smiled, with a peaceful attitude, "If you don't encounter a flood, you'll pay for what you pay; if you encounter a flood, you'll pull it down. I'm just sharing a few seedlings, and sweat doesn't count." cost!" On the deserted beach all year round, the rotten branches and leaves carried by the swollen water are silted up layer by layer, which is very fertile.The leaves of sweet potatoes are black and shiny, dense vines cover the beach, a piece of three acres, how big a pile of sweet potatoes should be harvested!Many people stood on the fence at the entrance of the village, looking at the oasis on the sparkling sandy beach of the river: If he escaped the flood, Zhenhan should get rich.

Hu Zhenhan was also very ghostly. Before the autumn harvest, he cut off the green leaves and vines early and dug up the sweet potatoes.For more than half a month before the start of the autumn harvest, the couple got up in the dark, and started waving their heads in the misty river, until it was dark, and pulled back cart after cart of red sweet potatoes.The red sweet potatoes on the three-acre field had just been harvested, and an expected flood flowed across the green island.The peasants in Bangzijing Village exclaimed loudly that Hu Zhenhan was so clever, his luck was really great!It was even said that Zhenhan burned incense and kowtowed to the river god every night after the stars were aligned, so he was blessed by the river god... No matter what others said, Hu Zhenhan broke out in a cold sweat and slept for three days and three nights.

Those couple are really weird!They dug up the red sweet potatoes and covered them with vine leaves, afraid that people passing by the small river would see the size of the red sweet potato pile. When it was dark, they took the starlight and pulled them back to the village with a shelf cart. It is impossible to estimate how many sweet potatoes have been harvested.However, Hu Zhenhan and his wife never expected that when they were panting heavily, they dragged the cart full of red sweet potatoes from the ramp under the ridge to the village; Mrs. Clapper, it is my duty to count for them, adding up an exact number: forty-one cars...

The old lady Bangzi came back from viewing the new house at Hu Zhenhan's house, and walked through the streets of Bangzijing Village, feeling very contemptuous of those women who flattered Mrs. Zhenhan.They foolishly praised her for being diligent and thrifty in managing the family. It was not easy to build such a ostentatious three tile-roofed house.fart!The old lady Bangzi knew very well that the forty-one carts of red sweet potatoes were now turned into bricks, tiles and wood, and they were propped up at the east end of Bangzijing Village!Have these confused women forgotten?In the past three difficult months, the selling price of red sweet potatoes in the market was three catties for one yuan... However, until the old lady Bangzi walked into her yard, she did not tell anyone about her discovery.Contemptuous women can be despised, but it is inconvenient for her to tell her discoveries.The policy encourages commune members to open up wasteland and grow food. There is nothing wrong with Hu Zhenhan. If he speaks out by himself, isn't it just right for the nickname of "Wishing people to be poor"?

The scenery of Bangzijing Village is elegant, but it seems remote. Perhaps the elegant natural scenery is due to the remoteness of the geographical location.The remoteness resulted in the isolation of the village and the backwardness of the culture.All the residents regard farming crops as their ancestral business, and the only one landlord is also a land rich owner.Landlord Hu Datou has only graduated from primary school, he only knows how to keep accounts and write a crooked couplet on the gate during the Spring Festival.Among the farmers, there are many carpenters, masons, gardeners and adobe craftsmen, but educated people are always rare and almost unique.

The primary school teacher Hu Xuewen mentioned earlier was the first teacher who appeared in Bangzijing Village after liberation.Among the already large teaching staff in primary and secondary schools in the commune, he is a very inconspicuous primary school teacher who has only studied in a normal school. In the eyes of peasants, he is simply a great sage on par with Confucius! This sage is really amazing, taking too many "firsts" in Bangzijing Village.The first man of culture.The first person who was free to fall in love and brought back his daughter-in-law, and the first to use contraceptives, not only made the unheard of peasants chat with interest, but also made the old lady Bangzi make a joke with a very unhappy ending.What's even more strange is that recently he published an article in some newspaper, and the newspaper office sent a remittance slip of 19 yuan to Bangzijing Village. This news instantly caused a sensation in the whole village.The remittance slip of 19 yuan, although the figure is not large, suppressed the news of Hu Zhenhan's newly built three large tile-roofed houses.Hu Zhenhan and his wife built a tile-roofed house with their clumsiness, and any farmer in Bangzijing can do it as long as he is lucky.As soon as Hu Xuewen shook his pen, a remittance bill flew in. Who in Bangzijing Village could do it?What a strange saint!

The old lady Bangzi couldn't figure it out for a while, what kind of articles should she write to make money?She lived for more than forty years, and she had never heard of it.If she has never heard of something before, she will naturally be curious and amazed, so she has to go to the den to listen and ask, to make it clear. Once she has heard a lot and asked clearly, she will be even more curious and amazed. .God!There is such a beautiful thing in the world!Grabbing a pen holder with a weight of two or two, sitting in a cold house, not in the sun or rain, earning money after writing an article, it is so blessed!I heard that it is only worth nineteen yuan for an article as big as a shoe sample.How much sweet potato should I buy for nineteen yuan?I also heard people say that Xuewen was only written for three nights; he earned nineteen yuan in three nights, so what about January?What about a year?There is such an easy and easy way to make a lot of money in the world... "I didn't see it, this kid is really a piece of material! He looks stuffy on weekdays, but he is dumb and eats wax--Nei Liming!" Someone said, and the interest was also very high. "People with internal talents are like this, and they are not arrogant on the outside." Someone said, "That's good, our Bangzijing is really a saint! Writing articles has been something that saints can do since ancient times..." "Will you earn money by writing articles, will the government pay you back every month?" the old lady Bangzi interjected and asked without hesitation. "Of course!" Someone glanced at her, said something doubtful, and then closed his mouth. "That... that's great! One horse with two saddles." The old bangzi pretended to be happy for learning literature, but it was too artificial, "Don't just focus on writing articles to make money, and miss the children's study... ..." "Don't worry!" Someone said casually, "Xuewen teaches the most students who pass the middle school exams every year." "I heard that when he writes articles, he uses the government's paper, the government's pen, and even the ink." The old lady Bangzi finally couldn't control it, and said all the grievances in her heart at once. !" The people who were gossiping all fell silent, winked at each other, and seemed to understand something suddenly, and realized that they might be involved in right and wrong because of this, they all dispersed, leaving only the old clapper standing there . In the early winter night, the cold air hits people, and the sky gets dark early.The old lady Bangzi was bored standing alone, so she went home.The principal of Shilipu Primary School came to visit and sat on both sides of the square table with Jing Rong's fifth child, talking about his son's study at school.After the old lady Bangzi greeted the principal, she packed up the dinner and put it on the table.The principal said that he had already cooked dinner on the school stove, drinking only water without touching his chopsticks.After Mrs. Bangzi gave her sincere courtesy, she no longer forced herself to sit on the side, interjecting and asking, "Principal, look at our kid, is he good at studying?" "Spiritual! He's a smart kid." The principal smiled and said sincerely, "It's just a little wild." "How is the article written?" asked Mrs. Bangzi. "It's not bad, the composition is not bad." The principal replied, "Compared to this, this child is better at arithmetic." "You teach our baby to write well..." "To lay the foundation in elementary school, you need to practice comprehensively..." "I want my baby to grow up to write articles, which is easy and clean." Mrs. Bangzi said, "The literature in my village..." "Oh!" The headmaster laughed as soon as he heard it, but he didn't mean to ridicule.He has taught in rural primary schools since liberation, and he is familiar with the general psychology of peasants looking forward to their children becoming a success. It is not surprising that he said with a smile, "The first thing to do is to see whether the children love it or not!" "If you tell him to love, he will love it." The old lady Bangzi disapproved, "How could he not love such a good thing?" "My baby is so young, how can I write articles!" Jing Rong's fifth son was impatient, so he interrupted Mrs. Bangzi's words, and gave her a sideways glance, meaning: stop talking nonsense! "Haha..." The principal had a detached look in his eyes that he didn't need to explain clearly, and he said haha.Jing Rong's fifth child also embarrassedly laughed along with the principal. "Okay! It just so happens that the principal is here too—" someone outside the door said angrily.Before anyone entered the room, the voice rushed in.When the clapper old lady turned her head, the teacher Hu Xuewen's mother just stepped into the door. "Fifth old lady, you teach me how to spread the wind in the village, saying that my baby is a horse with two saddles, eats official food and releases private camels..." Xuewen's mother didn't even say a word of politeness, just said it straight, "Principal, you are the leader of the school. Let me tell you the truth, I can teach literature..." The headmaster blinked, unable to figure out what was going on, and couldn't figure out what was going on, but he accurately predicted that he would be involved in a dispute.He just smiled and didn't answer directly. "When did I say that?" The old bangzi rebuffed straight away, "Who did you listen to instigate you?" "You said it at the west end of the village, and you said it at the east end of the village." Xuewen's mother said forcefully, "You said that I Xuewen writes articles to make money, and I don't even share my money!" The tough and shrewd middle-aged woman, The economy is generous, and I have never accepted any gossip from anyone. How can I take Mrs. Bangzi seriously.As she spoke, she pulled out two sheets of paper from her waist, and spread them on the table, "Principal, look, is this grid paper from your school?" "Don't be anxious, don't be impatient!" The principal glanced at the manuscript paper on the table, and instead of being a referee, he just stopped the fire, "It's okay! No..." "A few years ago, you said that my daughter-in-law, Xuewen, was unhappy..." "Forget it! I'll make it up to you." Jing Rong's fifth son couldn't bear it any longer. If the principal hadn't been sitting in front of him, he would have severely scolded his provocative wife.He suppressed his temper and gave Xuewen's mother a smile, "Forget it! You are a sensible person, don't be as knowledgeable as that slime..." Accompanied by the smiling face of Jing Rong's fifth child, Xuewen's mother finally went out.The principal was no longer interested in sitting down, and got up to leave. "If you don't gossip, can't it be up to you? If you don't gossip, can't it be up to you?" After sending the principal away and returning to the house, Jingrong's fifth brother burst into anger, "How many times have I told you? The sun and the moon of your own family, don’t care about other people’s ups and downs, can’t you remember? You provoke right and wrong every day, and let me follow up and be humiliated by others... You don’t know the depth of your embarrassment!” The old lady Bangzi lowered her head and washed the pots and bowls without saying a word.Having spent more than twenty years with Jing Rong's fifth child, she has gotten used to obeying in person.Although Jing Rong's fifth brother is not the kind of man with big airs and strict family rules, she is afraid of him: although Jing Rong's fifth child has never touched her, she is still afraid of this man who doesn't often get angry.In the house, he was always consulted first for everything; in the occasional conflicts, she always consciously made concessions.The reason for this situation, only she knew in her heart: Ever since she knew exactly that she had a terrible defect in her inability to bear children-a terrible thing because it was irreparable-she felt that she had lost the strength to argue with men. She lowered her head to wash the dishes and cook the pot, and Jing Rong's fifth child would get angry, and it would be fine when it was over.Her talkativeness attracted Xuewen's mother to make trouble, and it happened that such a respectable person as the principal of Shilibao Primary School was in front of her, so it should let the man vent.She began to ask herself: Where is the fault?Is it really a problem that is difficult to change?She made up her mind not to gossip anymore... This time the stimulation was too deep! However, it was too late, and it did not help her reputation.Her personality and country reputation have been reduced to a very bad level.The men dismissed this talkative woman; the women met her face to face, walked over with squinting eyes and grinned, and ignored her; the dolls chanted the nickname "Hoping for poor people" like singing... Granny Bangzi was simply I feel that I have become alone in Bangzijing Village! But no one expected, even the old lady Bangzi never dreamed that the whirlwind that swept through Bangzijing Village one after another would actually coax her up from the dirty corner that everyone despises, and put her on a special and prominent position in Bangzijing Village. Caused the heyday of her life...