Chapter 46 Section 46

If you learn to look at the world with a smiling face of Amitabha Buddha, making you happy and peaceful, you will be Nirvana. You ate and drank with the cadres in the same township, and listened to their nonsense, bragging, and talking about women. "It's not the same after touching the hair." "Don't fucking talk nonsense, you are a yellow girl!" "Say! Have you touched it?" "Hey, hey, how do you know it's a yellow girl?" You are a cadre in Minqiu!" "How did you become it? You bastard, tell me!" "He is the successor of Gen Hongmiao Zheng, so be serious!" "You are so fucking old and unscrupulous!" "Dog Damn, are you drinking too much?" "What do you want to do?" "Drink, drink!"

This is life, drink this to be happy!You also have to talk about how to get a fir tree to make two boxes, some cheap timber purchased by the public, you will have to build a house sooner or later when you settle here, but building a house is so far away, you should get a piece first In the vegetable garden, build a pigsty, can people who live a life not feed pigs?If you have a match or not, if you talk to everyone, you are a normal person, and your existence is no longer conspicuous. You look at the remnants of this table, the table is full of food and vegetables in all the big bowls, ten bottles of hot shochu made of dried sweet potatoes, nine bottles are empty, and the last bottle is only half left. You move The drunk man who slipped under the table and leaned on your lap, twitched the bench, stood up, and the man fell to the ground and snored. In this room, whether it is on the table or slipped to the ground, Everyone was drunk in all directions, and each of them was smiling like a fool, but the owner of the house, the hunchback Old Zhao, was still sitting at the top of the table, drinking chicken soup loudly, worthy of being the secretary of the party branch of the village brigade, There is also a capacity for alcohol, but also can hold it.

During the five-day militia training, seventy or eighty militiamen from each village gathered in the commune compound with fine quilts on the first morning, and sat on the quilts to listen to the director of the commune’s revolutionary committee. Led by Lao Tao, who was in charge of the militia, he went to the rice paddy field to shoot targets, installed detonators under the rocks on the river beach, released explosives, and carried out blasting.They drilled the attack of the squad and platoon in the harvested field after putting water on it. The stragglers scattered along the field and threw a few grenades, Qiu.Ping bang bang made the mud fly.This group of guys has really been wild for a few days!The team came to this village for the last night. Old Zhao, the hunchback, had been the secretary of the party branch for 20 years. The wife was not stingy, and posted an old hen of her own that was still laying eggs, with meat and fish, plus pickled vegetables and tofu, to really reward these good guys.

This table in the Tuozi hall is served by the heads of the village soldiers, and this one is served by the brigade accountant's family in the barn.It's natural that anyone who can sit in the old Zhao's house has a bit of face. You were appointed by Secretary Lu to represent the school to participate in the military training of the militia. "The teacher came down from the side of Chairman Mao in the capital. He is willing to come to this place to endure hardships. He is also a member of our Secretary Lu. Don't shirk it. Take the seat and take the seat!" said the hunchback old Zhao.

As a rule, women are not allowed to serve the wine table, the hunchback wife cooks the pots and spoons in the hut, and Maomei, an eighteen-year-old girl who has just been promoted to the militia company, serves the food. Eight people run in and out of the table to eat and drink from dark midnight.A bottle of wine is just full "big soup bowl! Wine is passed around one person, one scoop, equal opportunity, no more and no less. After a few rounds, one after another, the wine bottles are emptied. You said there is no such thing as a big guy He has a good capacity for drinking, and he has finally avoided repeated evasions.

"You are a respectable person from the capital city. It would be hard enough if you are willing to drink in the same bowl as us mud-legged country bumpkins. Serve the teacher!" Lao Zhao said, and Mei Mao buckled your bowl from behind. A big bowl of rice. Everyone blushed, talked too much, laughed and made noises, turned from revolutionary rhetoric to women, and the words became muddled, so Mei Mao hid in the kitchen and did not appear again. "Where's Sister Mao? Where's Sister Mao?" The men blushed and had thick necks, laughing and screaming.The old sister-in-law then came out of the paddock: "What do you call Maomei? Don't get drunk and move your hands, she is a yellow girl!"

"Girls with yellow flowers don't want men?" "Hey, this meat can't be eaten in your mouth!" Everyone praised the old sister-in-law for being good, the old sister-in-law was long, and the old sister-in-law was short: "He can manage the house and treat others, Lao Zhao is a blessed person!" The man in this village said: "Who hasn't taken advantage of the old sister-in-law's favor?" "Fuck your stinky mouth!" The old sister-in-law also became happy, pulled her waistline, and forked her hands, two greedy ghosts, pour your Jushui! "

Talking nonsense, reeking of alcohol.You listen to their gossip, and you know that these men don't have a life span, otherwise they wouldn't be able to become village cadres. "If it weren't for Chairman Mao's blessing, would the poor and lower-middle peasants be where they are today? How could female students in the city come to settle in the countryside!" "Don't play that trick on your mind!" "You're fucking serious, have you ever touched it? Tell me, tell me!" "My teacher is here, don't you think it's unpleasant?"

"The teacher doesn't see outside, he thinks highly of our muddy legs, isn't he playing the floor with us?" You, too, sleep with them in a barn covered with straw. Every day after field training, you can watch them wrestle and roll, and those who lose have to have their pants stripped. Especially the women in the village who watch the battle, follow along. Booing, and some people going up to pull their belts, men and women tangled up in a ball, at this moment Maomei quickly jumped away, hid aside, covered her mouth and laughed. They were all happy until the whistle was blown to turn off the lights.

When you come out of the main room, there is a gentle breeze, the smell of alcohol is gone, and the fragrance of straw is wafting.Under the moonlight, the undulating mountain shadow village on the opposite side becomes misty. You sit down on the stone mill next to the house and light a cigarette.You are lucky to have gained their trust. At night, there are no more suspicious noises outside your window, and no shadows cast by the moonlight on the window. You are no longer under surveillance. It seems that you have taken root here, and you have been mixed with these men ever since. among.Their ancestors have lived like this for generations, rolling on the dirt and women, falling asleep when tired and drunk, without nightmares.You smell the moisture of the soil, calm and comfortable, a little tired.

"Teacher, haven't you gone to bed yet?" You look back and see Maomei coming out of the back door of the kitchen, standing still in front of the woodpile, showing a full of feminine charm under the misty moonlight. "What a beautiful moonlight!" You replied vaguely. "Teacher is really free, how about looking at the moon?" She purses her lips and smiles at you. She has a sweet voice and a light tone. She is a watery girl with a straight, firm chest. She must have been touched by men.But she is fresh and strong, without worry, without fear, and this is the land of her birth.She can accept you, as if that's what she said, it depends on whether you want it or not?She is waiting for your response, staring at you with dark eyes, without shyness or flinching, reawakening your desire for women.She dared to face you in the middle of the night, leaning against the woodpile, but you didn't dare to tease her, didn't dare to go over, unlike this group of men, this gang of bandits, who dare not be frivolous and don't have that kind of courage.