Chapter 13 Immortal Mansion (and Bad Pole)

There is a section of stone pavement on the Maqiao, and there are several farmhouses on both sides. The side of the road is a normal wooden wall, which is tilted from east to west, but a tall masonry square platform is still preserved.Only when you look carefully, you will find that these counters are counters from many years ago, and you will find that these old houses faintly reveal the style of shop fronts.The counter is the wreck of a business. "Pingsui Hall Chronicles" stated that this place was prosperous during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. These incomplete and peeling counters that suffered from chicken and duck dung are probably physical evidence.

Another suspicious old thing was a large iron pot, already chipped and long cracked, left unattended in the woods behind the family's barn, the bottom of which was covered with rotting leaves and rainwater.The pot is appallingly big, one pot is enough to cook two baskets of rice, and the spoon for stirring the rice must be at least as big as a handle.No one can tell: whose pot used to be?Why do you need such a large pot?Why did the owner of the pot discard it later?If this pot is used to cook for long-term workers, the owner must be a big village owner.If you use this pot to cook for soldiers, the owner must be a big general.These conjectures are enough to scare me.

In the end, the prosperity described in "Pingsui Hall Chronicles" still survived in an old house on the bow of Maqiao.It was a big tile house with blue bricks, and the gate was gone. It is said that the stone lion in front of the gate was also smashed during the revolution, but the stone threshold, which was almost as high as people's knees, still showed the majesty of that year.There is still a window in the house that has not been removed by someone. The flying dragons and phoenixes on it are exquisitely carved, and there is a faint sense of wealth and nobility.The locals call this unowned building "Shenxian Mansion", which has a sense of humor.I later learned that the gods refer to a few rotten people who have never worked honestly in the fields, also known as Maqiao's "Four King Kongs"-they have lived here for a long time.

I went to Shenxian Mansion once, and I was sent by the cadres to paint Chairman Mao's quotations signs everywhere with red and yellow paint, so I couldn't miss this corner.When I went there, I knew that the Vajras in the Immortal Mansion either passed away or left, and now there is only one Ma Ming left.He was not at home, and I coughed a few times at the gate but got no response, so I was lured timidly by several broken stone steps into the dusty darkness of this cave, in which there was the fear of a doomed person.Fortunately, after I leaned sideways into the right room, a few tiles were missing in the corner of the room, and a beam of light leaked out, allowing my eyes to finally find something to attach to.I slowly realized that there was a brick wall bulging outward for some reason, shaped like a Buddha's belly.The planks here are full of insect holes, grass whiskers and chattering debris.Against the wall was a large coffin, also covered with grass whiskers and a piece of broken plastic sheeting.I saw the master's bed, which was a broken mat in the grass nest in the corner, with a pile of cotton wool as black as smoke on it, probably the end warming the feet, tightly tied into a bundle with a straw rope, showing the master's protection against the cold. witty.Next to the grass nest, there are two old batteries, a wine bottle and several colored cigarette boxes, which can be regarded as sporadic captures of the world outside the gate of the Immortal Mansion.

The tip of my nose touched a lump of hard sour smell, and it disappeared a little bit.Move over a little bit, and there it is again.I can't help but feel that the smell here is no longer a gas, but an invisible solid, which has accumulated for a long time, has condensed and set, and even has a heavy weight.The owner here must be on tiptoe, never to stir up this pile of sour smell. I also carefully avoided the sour smell of solids, found a place where the nose is relatively easy, and made a quotation board: "Eat dry when busy, eat thin when you are free, and half dry and half thin at ordinary times", hoping to be helpful to the owner here. educated.

I heard someone sigh behind me: "When the times are messed up, the times will be messed up." There is a person behind me, walking without footsteps, I do not know when it popped up.He was so thin that his temples were sunken, he put on a cotton cap and a cotton jacket prematurely, and smiled at me with his sleeves wrapped around him. He must be the owner.The brim of his hat, like the rest of the men here, is always on a wide angle. When asked, he nodded and said it was Ma Ming. I asked what he just said. He smiled again and said that the simple characters are so unreasonable.Among the six books of Chinese characters, the phonetic method is the most common.In traditional Chinese characters, the meaning symbol is "日" and the musical note is "寺", meaning "日" and "音寺".Changing it to an "inch" next to it makes it impossible to follow when reading it, and it is unsightly to see. It completely messes up the texture of Chinese characters, which is really an act of rebellion.Now that the time is chaotic, the time of chaos is not far away.

I was taken aback by what Wen Cranchi said, and it was beyond the scope of my knowledge.I hurriedly changed the subject and asked him where he was just now. He said fishing. "Where's the fish?" I saw that his hands were empty. "Do you also fish? You must know that the meaning of a fisherman is not the fish, but the way. Big fish and small fish, there are fish but no fish, fishing has its own way, each has its own joy, and it doesn't care about the result. Only fierce Husbands and women are blinded by greed, plant poisonous ivy, release explosives, and kill with nets and sticks, it is really a miasma, the vulgarity is intolerable, intolerable!" When he said this, he blushed excitedly and coughed.

"Have you eaten yet?" He covered his mouth and shook his head. I was afraid that he would ask me to borrow food in the next sentence, and before he finished coughing, he would grab the conversation, "It's better to catch a fish. It's easy to cook the fish." "What's so good about fish?" He snorted contemptuously, "It eats dung, it's filthy!" "Then you... eat meat?" "Hey, pigs are the stupidest, but pork hurts wit. Cows are the stupidest, but beef is smart. Sheep are the most cowardly, and mutton is easy to lose courage. They are not good things."

I have never heard such a statement. He pointed out my doubts, and smiled dryly, "The earth is so big, there is nothing to eat? Look, butterflies have beauty, cicadas have clear voices, praying mantises have the power to fly over walls, and leeches have the power to clone themselves." Fa, all these insects gather the essence of the world and gather the spiritual energy of ancient and modern times. Claypot, show me the strips of black stuff inside. "Try it, this is the marinated golden dragon I kept, it's a pity that it's just a little bit, the taste is really fresh."

When I saw it, the golden dragon turned out to be an earthworm, and it almost turned my internal organs. "Taste, taste." He grinned enthusiastically, revealing a gold tooth.A mouthful of yellow-sauce-colored deer breath hits the face. I quickly ran away. I didn't see him for a long time after that, and hardly had a chance to run into him.He never went out to do kung fu. The Four King Kongs have never touched vulgar objects such as hoes and poles for decades.It is said that no matter what level of cadres tried to persuade, scold, or even tie them up with clues, it was all to no avail.If they were threatened to send them to the classroom, they would say that they wanted it, and they would not have to cook for themselves when they got to the classroom.In fact, they seldom cook anymore, and their longing for the classroom is just their attempt to push their laziness to an absolute, pure, and extreme state.They don't gang up, and they never have a fixed time for eating and drinking. If anyone is hungry, he disappears and wipes his mouth when he comes back. He may have eaten some wild fruit or insect, or stole a radish or corn from someone's field. Just chew it raw.If you cook it over a fire and eat it, it is considered a vulgar act of exhaustion, and it will be ridiculed by other king kong.They have nothing, and of course they are confused about the property rights of the Immortal Mansion.But they have everything. In Ma Ming's words, "Landscapes are impermanent, and those who are idle are the masters." Swallowing the present and the past, it has the elegant posture of leaving the world and becoming an immortal independently.People who do kung fu in the field couldn't help laughing when they saw them "standing on the mountain".They didn't take it seriously, but laughed at the people in the village who were busy all day long.To eat is to cook, and to cook is to eat. I cook for my son, and my son cooks for his grandson. Wouldn't it be pitiful to suffer like a cow and a horse for a lifetime.Even though they have accumulated tens of thousands of wealth, they can only wear five feet and eat three meals a day. How can they invite the sun and the moon as friends, live in heaven and earth as their homes, enjoy the beautiful scenery and enjoy good fortune and great fortune!

Later, when people saw them standing here and looking there during the day, they didn't think it was strange, so they didn't care about it. Daoist Yin, one of the Four King Kongs, sometimes goes to remote villages to do some dojos.Hu Er went to the county town to beg for food, but he didn't return to the village for more than a month after he went there.The county sent word, saying that the influence of people from Maqiao going to the city to beg for food was too bad, and that the village should be strictly controlled, and those in real difficulties should be given assistance and relief, and socialism should not starve people to death.The old village chief Luo Bo had no choice but to ask the accountant Ma Fucha to get a basket of grain out of the warehouse and send it to the Immortal Mansion. Ma Ming is a very stubborn person, and he said with wide eyes: "No, the blood and sweat of the people, it's unreasonable for you to use it to give favors!" Instead, he made sense. Fucha had no choice but to bring back a basket of grain. Ma Ming doesn't eat the food that comes from him, and he doesn't even use other people's water.He never went to the well to draw water until he had never drilled stones or picked mud for the well in the village.He always carried his wooden bucket to the stream two or three miles below. Take three steps to rest, the nose is not the nose and the mouth is not the mouth.Some people felt a little sympathetic to this situation, saying that the wells of the whole village are missing your sip of water?He gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "The more you work, the more you get, the less you work, the less you get." Or flaunting his particularity. "The water in the stream is sweet." Someone offered him a bowl of ginger-salt sesame tea, and he was bound to drink it.Before he could walk ten steps after drinking, he started to vomit, salivating so much that his eyes turned white.He said that it wasn't that he didn't appreciate it, it was that his stomach couldn't get enough of such vulgar food, the water in this well smelled like duck droppings, how could he get it in his mouth?Of course, it is not that he has not received benefits from others at all. For example, the padded jacket he wears, which is wrapped in winter and summer, is the relief given to him by the village.He refused at first, until the old village chief changed his words and said that this was not a relief, but a favor for the village, not to go outside in rags and ruin Maqiao's face, he was the beauty of a man. , to help others, reluctantly put away the new jacket.And every time this matter is brought up in the future, it's like a big loss. If he doesn't see that the old village chief is getting old, he will definitely not give this face-this jacket burns bones, and it will wear out even if it is not sick. Sick. He is really not afraid of the cold. He often sleeps outside. When he goes somewhere, he doesn’t want to leave. He yawns and folds his clothes into a pancake. Sick.In his words, sleeping outside the house can open up the weather at the top, and ground the qi at the bottom, accepting the yang of the yin at midnight, and picking the yin of the yang at noon, which is the most nourishing for the body.He also said that life is a dream, and the most important thing in life is a dream.Sleeping next to ant nests can dream of emperors, sleeping in flowers can have romantic dreams, sleeping in front of quicksand can dream of gold, sleeping on tombs can dream of ghosts and gods.In his whole life, he has nothing but dreams.He doesn't have to pay attention to anything in his life, but he has to pay attention to where he sleeps.He is the most pitiful to the people in the world who only live awake, but do not live awake. Are you awake? The awakening is still ahead.People who can't dream are equivalent to only living half of their lives, which is really unfair. These words of his were regarded as crazy words and jokes by people.This has deepened the hostility between him and the villagers, and he has more silence and glaring in front of the public. To be precise, he was a person who had no relationship with the public, and who had nothing to do with Maqiao's laws, morals, and various political changes.Land reform, bandits and hegemony rebellion, mutual aid groups, cooperatives, people's communes, social and educational clean-ups, and the Cultural Revolution all have no effect on him. None of these are his history, they are just some tricks he watches from afar, and cannot affect him in the slightest.In the year when the cafeteria was opened, a cadre from outside was so ignorant that he was tied up with a rope and sent to the construction site to be sent to a labor camp. No matter how hard he was beaten and whipped, he still rolled his eyes and would rather die than work. ——I just kept rolling in the mud and couldn't get up.And now that he is here, it is not so easy to go back. He keeps saying that he is going to die in front of that cadre. No matter where the cadre goes, he will crawl there, and in the end he will be carried back to the Immortal Mansion by others.He does not intend to be human, to be more powerful than any authority.He easily thwarted society's last intrusion on him, and since then he has become even more of a void, a blank, and an erratic shadow in Maqiao.Even in the subsequent review of composition, ration distribution, family planning, and even population statistics—I assisted the village in doing such work—no one thought that there was another Ma Ming, and they didn’t feel that he should be considered. He is certainly not included in the national census. He is certainly not included in the demographics of the world. Obviously, he is no longer a human being. If he is not a man, what is he?Society is a combination of people.He rejected the society, and he was disqualified by the society-he finally did this, because in my guess, he always wanted to be a fairy. I was a little surprised that there were quite a few people like Ma Ming in Maqiao and the surrounding area.There were Four King Kongs in Maqiao. It is said that most villages near and far still have such poles, but they are not well known to outsiders.If it hadn't been for outsiders who accidentally discovered and inquired curiously, people would never talk about these living creatures, and almost forgot about them.They are another world within this world that has collapsed and disappeared. As Fucha said, they are not awake at all (see the entry "awake"), and most of their parents are not poor, and they are unkindly smart.When they were young, they were just a little naughty, and they were not good at reading, which was the first sign.For example, Ma Ming, he never does his homework, but he can speak freely when he does couplets. One of them is "watching the national flag and being in a dilemma when twisting Yangko".Although the reaction is reactionary, the confrontation is seamless.Yes or no?When criticizing him, everyone praised this kid's literary talent.Once such a person loses his parents, he will rot and become scientific (see the entry "Science"). I don't know what kind of demon he is.