Chapter 32 nine bags

In my impression, a beggar can only have an image of ragged clothes and a haggard face.Associating a beggar with a luxurious life is an uncanny absurdity.Only after I arrived at Maqiao did I realize that I was wrong. There are actually all kinds of beggars in the world. Benyi's father-in-law is a beggar who eats food and drinks hot food, and his life is better than that of many landlords.But he didn't have an inch of land, so he couldn't be classified as a landlord.There is no shop, so you can't be regarded as a capitalist.The original land reform working group reluctantly designated him as a "beggar and rich peasant", which was a last resort.The working group that reviewed the class composition in the past felt that this name was neither fish nor fowl, but they really couldn't find a suitable hat from the policy provisions.

His name is Dai Shiqing, and he originally lived in Changle Street.It is located at the hub of water and land, and has always been a distribution center for rice, tea oil, tung oil and medicinal materials.Of course, it is also very popular, brothels, smokehouses, pawnshops, wine shops and so on are intricately colluded, and even the water flowing out of the gutter is heavy with oil, and the country people who are used to eating grain porridge will get tired of it if they take a breath of the wind crossing the street from a distance. .Since then, Changle Street has been nicknamed Little Nanjing again, and it has become a place where nearby villagers boast to outsiders.People carry two skins of tobacco leaves, or break a few thin strips, and run for dozens of miles to the street, saying that it is for business, but in fact it has no commercial meaning at all, just to watch the excitement, or listen to other people's songs and storytelling.I don't know when, there have been more and more beggars on the street. They are thin and long-haired, with small faces and big eyes. They wear all kinds of shoes that don't fit their feet.

Dai Shiqing came from Pingjiang and became the leader of these beggars.Beggars are divided into grades, one bag, three bags, five bags, seven generations, and nine bags.He is Nine Pockets, the highest rank, so he has the honorific title of "Master Nine Pockets", and everyone in the town knows him.There is always a birdcage hanging on his begging stick, and a starling inside is always calling: Lord Nine Pockets is here, Lord Nine Pockets is here.No matter which door the starling calls, he never knocks or speaks, and there is no house that does not greet him with a smile.For ordinary beggars, it is enough for people to give a spoonful of rice.To Lord Nine Pockets, he had to give him a whole tube, sometimes even bribes, stuffing money into his pockets, or cured chicken feet—his favorite food.

Once, a new salt merchant didn't know the rules here, so he only sent him a copper coin.He was so angry that he threw the copper plate on the ground with a clang. The salt merchant had never encountered such a scene, so he was almost taken aback. "How unreasonable!" Master Nine Pockets glared. "You, you, you don't think so much?" "My Lord Nine Pockets has also traveled through the forty-eight counties of Jiuzhou, and I have never seen a skinless and bloodless master like you!" "Strange, are you begging for food or me begging for food? If you want it, if you don't want it, go quickly, don't delay my business."

"Do you think I'm begging for food? I'm begging for food?" Nine-pocket master opened his eyes wide, thinking that he should educate this wake-up cub, "There are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have good and bad fortunes. Floating years are not good, The current national crisis, drought in the north and flood in the south, both the government and the people are worried. I, Dai Shiqing, am a common man, and I also know that loyalty and filial piety are the foundation of my life. I put the country first, then the family, and then the family. Can I, Dai, reach out to the government? Can the six relatives stretch out their hands? No way! I walk around barefoot. I am a gentleman with a healthy nature and strives for self-improvement. I will neither steal nor steal, nor cheat nor cheat. I’ve seen a lot of unkind guys who spend a few filthy money for riches..."

The salt merchant had never heard of so many reasons, and was brushed back and forth by his spittle, so he had to raise his hand to beg for forgiveness: "Okay, okay, I can't say no to you, I still want to do business, you go, go. Go. Ah." "Let's go? I have to reason with you today! Tell me clearly, am I going to beg for food? Am I looking for you to beg for food today?" With a bitter face, the salt merchant took out a few more copper coins and stuffed them into his arms, with a feeling of despair that the game was over. "Yes, yes, you didn't ask for food today, and you didn't ask me for food."

Master Nine Pockets refused to take the money, and sat down on the threshold angrily. "Smelly money, stinky money, today I just want to seek justice! If you are reasonable, I will give you all my money!" He took out a large handful of copper coins, much more than the salt merchant's copper plates.It is shining brightly, attracting many tricksters to gather around to see it. Later, if he hadn't suddenly had the need to go to the latrine, the salt merchant had no way of getting him off the threshold.When he returned, the salt shop was tightly closed.He hit the door hard with a stick, but he couldn't open it. There were male and female voices cursing inside, with bad breath.

A few days later, the salt shop was officially opened, and several tables of wine and meat were prepared for the dignitaries and neighbors in the town.As soon as the firecrackers blew, a group of tattered beggars suddenly came, with a dark and inexplicable sour smell, yelling around the salt shop.When I gave them steamed buns, they said they were rotten, and threw them back one by one.They were given a bucket of rice, but they said there was sand in the rice, and they vomited it all over the floor and all over the street.Passers-by can't get off their feet, and guests who come to the banquet are also parrying rice grains splashed on their noses or foreheads.In the end, four beggars beat a broken drum and rushed to the banquet to sing flower drums to congratulate them, but their bodies were covered with pig and dog dung, so frightened that the guests ran away holding their noses.They took the opportunity to spit on the delicacies on the table one by one.Halfway through the guests' escape, the salt merchant realized how powerful Nine Pockets was, and realized that he had suffered a catastrophe.He entrusted the neighbors to intercede with Lord Nine Pockets.Lord Nine Pockets was sleeping under a big tree by the river pier and ignored him at all.The salt merchant had no choice but to prepare two cured pig heads and two jars of old wine, and went to apologize in person. He also bought a seven-bag beggar's head second only to Master Nine Pockets through his neighbors, and bought him from the sidelines.Only then did Dai Shiqing slightly open his eyelids, and said harshly that the weather was so hot.

The salt merchant hurried forward to fan him. Dai Shiqing let out a yawn, waved his hand, and said I got it. He was very vague.But it was not easy for the salt merchants to discuss this sentence. When they returned home, they found that the beggars had already dispersed, leaving only four little beggar heads who claimed to be five bags, and gathered around a table to eat wine and meat. . The salt merchant said with a smile, let's eat, and poured wine for them himself. It is certainly not easy for Dai Shiqing to do this.It is said that the original Nine Bags was a cripple from Jiangxi Province, who was extremely brave and unbeatable in the beggar gang with an iron crutch.But this man has a dark heart, and the money he collects is too heavy. When demarcating the beggar's land, all the good land belongs to his nephew, which means that the land with sufficient oil and water is never allocated fairly.At that time, Dai Shiqing, who was in the seventh bag, couldn't bear it anymore, and finally led two disciples to smash him to death in a dark night.After becoming Nine Pockets, he handled affairs more justly than before, rezoned beggars' fields, matched fat and thin, and rotated them regularly, so that everyone would not suffer a loss, and had the opportunity to "wash dishes" at the big family's house.He also stipulated that when members of the gang are sick and unable to go to the fields, they can eat the public land and get a certain amount of money from him, which makes everyone in the gang more grateful.

Nine Pockets not only has beggar virtue, but also beggar talent.There is a Wulian Temple by the river, and there is a relic brought from Mount Putuo, which is very incensed, and the monk seems to grow fatter and fatter.But no one has ever asked for a bowl of rice from there, and they dared not go there to take it for fear of offending the Bodhisattva.Master Dai Nine Pockets doesn't believe in evil, so he wants to clean this "bowl".He went alone and asked to see the abbot, saying that he was suspicious of the authenticity of the relics hidden in the temple and wanted to see it with his own eyes.The monk was not on guard, and carefully took out the relic from the glass bottle and put it in his hand.Without saying a word, he swallowed the relic in one gulp, the other party trembled with anger, grabbed his skirt and beat him.

"I'm very hungry as soon as I arrive here, I can't do without food," he said. "Kill you rascal!" The monks were eager to use their sticks. "You fight, you fight, people all over the street come to see, you bald guys have lost your relics, don't you?" He threatened in time. The monks really didn't dare to do anything, they just surrounded him, wanting to cry but not crying. "How about this, you give me thirty Guangyang, and I will pay back the relic." "How do you pay it back?" "Then leave it alone." The other party didn't quite believe his words, but there was no other way, so he hurriedly fetched Guangyang to him.Dai Shiqing counted them one by one, accepted it with a smile, and then took out the croton that he carried with him—a kind of laxative. He ate the croton, and a moment later, his eyes puffed out, and there was a big puddle behind the Buddhist hall, and the stench was overwhelming.The mage and several of his subordinates finally found the relic from the excrement, washed it with clean water, and thankfully put it back in the glass bottle. After that, he begged for everything, became more and more famous, and his power spread to Pingjiang County on the other side of Luoshui.Even colleagues like Nine Pockets from the Wuhan Grand Wharf came to visit him from afar, and they respected him as a teacher over and over again.He burned a piece of tortoise shell and could predict when is the best time to beggar, and which direction is the most beneficial to beggar.When people on the street hold weddings and weddings, a place of honor is always reserved for him at the banquet.If I don't see him coming, I worry that I won't have a safe meal, and I worry that beggars will come to make noise.Mr. Zhu, who worked as an aisle, once presented him with a couplet plaque, with gold letters on a black background, made of rosewood, so heavy that several people had to lift it. The two couplets are: "every ten thousand households are burning in the eyes of flowing clouds; a bowl of rich and humble is in the chest of Haoyu." The horizontal plaque is: "Ming Xin Qingshi" - the name of Nine Pockets is hidden in it. Master Nine Pockets had a plaque from Daotai, and he also bought a four-compartment, three-entry green brick mansion on Changle Street, lent money to collect interest, and took in four wives.Of course he doesn't have to beg every day, he only bows in person on the first and fifteenth day of each month, and walking on the street for a round can be regarded as a personal effort to get along with his subordinates.It seems a bit redundant for him to do this, but insiders know that he can't do it without asking for it.It was said that if he didn't beg for food for ten and a half months, his feet would swell, and as long as he didn't go barefoot for three to five days, a kind of red spot would appear on his feet, which made him scratch day and night, causing the skin to burst and bleed. He attaches the most importance to begging for food on New Year's Eve.On that day every year, he refused all banquets, forbade any fire at home, and forced the four wives to take off silk cotton and put on tattered clothes, each with a bag or a bowl, and went out separately. discuss.Eat whatever you ask for.When Tie Xiang was only three years old, she was also beaten and scolded by him, and followed him out crying, learning to beg in the bitter snow, knocking on the doors of every house, and kowtow first when she met someone. He said, the baby does not understand suffering, and wants to be an adult in the future? He also said that people in the world only know the delicacies of mountains and seas, but don't know that what they ask for is the most delicious. It's a pity, it's a pity. He was later designated by the Communist Party as a beggar and a rich peasant. Because he was exploited by hired labor (exploiting beggars with less than seven bags), and he was a real beggar (even on the night of the New Year's Eve), he had to be so nondescript.On the one hand, he has four wives in a smoke brick mansion, and on the other hand, he often wears rags and bare feet. People have to admit this fact. He was very dissatisfied with this.He said that the Communist Party crossed the river and demolished bridges, and when it first came, it relied on strength.At that time, the Qing bandits fought against the hegemony, and some scattered bandits fled everywhere.Dai Shiqing cooperated with the work team and dispatched beggars as eyeliners to keep an eye out for suspicious people coming and going on the street, and went to each house to "count the bowls", that is, to secretly pay attention to the number of dishes washed by each house under the pretext of begging, so as to judge whether this house has increased diners , Whether there are suspicious persons hidden.But, of course, this was only a brief period.Dai Shiqing didn't expect that the revolution would end up beggar Huazi's life in the end, and he was regarded as a tyrant in Changle Street, tied up with a rope, and escorted to four villages to fight. He eventually died of illness in prison.According to his cellmates, before he died, he said, "That's how a real man is. When walking, I can't be pushed by a thousand people; when I'm reciting, I can't be lifted by thousands of people." When he said this, he could no longer stand up. His illness started from his feet—first they were swollen, he couldn’t fit his shoes and socks, and he still couldn’t put them on after he cut the hem. The curve of his ankles disappeared, and his feet were as thick and round as two sacks of rice.Then erythema appeared, and after a month, the erythema became purple again.After another month, it became a dark spot again.He scratched so much that there was no good skin on his feet, and there were blood scabs all over the front and back.His cries were heard throughout the night in the cell.He was also taken to the hospital, but the doctor gave him penicillin, which didn't help him at all.He knelt before the prison door and rattled the iron door, begging the guards: "You killed me! Quickly take a knife and kill me!" "We don't kill you, we want to transform you" "If you don't kill me, let me beg for food." "It's easy to run in the street, isn't it?" "I call you a Bodhisattva, I call you a grandfather, hurry up and let me beg for food, look, these feet are going to rot..." The guard sneered: "Don't come to play tricks in front of me." "It's not a trick, if you don't worry about it, I can hold a gun behind me." "Go, go, move the kiln bricks in the afternoon." The guard didn't want to repeat. "No, no, I can't move bricks." "If you don't move, you have to move. This is called reform through labor. Do you still want to beg for food? Do you still want to get something for nothing? There is a new society, and you have to straighten your bones!" The guards finally did not allow him to beg for food.A few mornings later, when the prisoners were having breakfast, they found Dai Shiqing still curled up under the blanket.Someone went to pat him awake and found that he was already hard.He had one eye open and the other closed.Four or five blood-sucking mosquitoes flew out of the nest grass beside the pillow. Sweet potato note: The story of the relic, published in "Taiping Guangji Volume Two Hundred and Sixty-three Rascal I. Scholars Tun the Relic".The original text says: In Tang Luozhong, there was a monk in a few years, who used several grains of so-called relics, stored them in glass vessels, and burned them day and night.The ceremony of Tanyue is endless.Some scholars were forced to be cold and discouraged, and because they invited monks, they wished to receive relics, and watched them with their palms.The monk then gave it out of the bottle and swallowed it.The monk was terrified like crazy, thinking about hearing about it outside.The scholar said: "Give me some money, and you should take the medicine out of it." The monk liked it, so he gave two hundred strings.But take croton.The monk went down and washed it and collected it. (published in "The Story of Shangshu") Of course, the story in this article should be more vivid. "I doubt the authenticity of the relics hidden in the temple, and want to see it with my own eyes." Then I had to let it be seen.