Chapter 51 street sickness

There are words like "seasickness", "carsickness" and "airsickness" in Mandarin, but there is no Maqiao people's "streetsickness".Street sickness is a disease similar to seasickness, which only occurs in the market, accompanied by blue complexion, dim eyesight, loss of appetite, insomnia and dreaminess, fatigue, qi deficiency, chest tightness, fever, pulse disorder, vomiting, etc. Women suffer from this disease, more irregular menstruation and postpartum lack of milk.Doctors in the Maqiao area have soups that are specially formulated to treat street sickness, including goji berries, gastrodia elata, and walnuts.

Therefore, even if Maqiao people go to the nearest Changle Street, they seldom spend the night there, let alone stay there for a long time.Guangfu from Shangcun went to the county town to study, and after more than a month of going there, he became seriously dizzy and lost a lot of weight, so he came back to the mountains.He said it's bitter, it's hard, the city is a place for people to go!Afterwards, at least he got a diploma and found a teaching job in the city, which was already a miracle in the eyes of Maqiao people.His experience in dealing with street sickness is: eat more pickled vegetables.He has persisted on the street for more than ten years only by relying on two big jars to pickle vegetables, and playing barefoot.

Street sickness is a problem that Maqiao people and I often argue about.I suspect it's not a real disease, at least one that's been greatly misunderstood.There is no turmoil in the city due to the turmoil of vehicles, boats and planes. At best, there is only a little more smell of soot, gasoline, bleach in tap water, and noisy noise than in the countryside, and it is unlikely to cause illness.In fact, tens of millions of urban people have never had this disease.After I left Maqiao, after reading some miscellaneous books, I became even more suspicious that street sickness was just some kind of special psychological suggestion, like hypnosis.As long as you have a psychological tendency to accept, if you hear sleep, you may really fall asleep; if you hear ghosts, you may really see a ghost.In the same way, a person who has been educated in the concept of class struggle and hostility for a long time may indeed find enemies everywhere in his life-once his pre-set hostility arouses resentment, disgust and even rebound revenge from others, then the actual hostile state will In turn, it will further confirm his expectation and make his hostility more justified.

This type of example reveals another type of fact, no, strictly speaking, it is not a fact, but a second-level fact newly created by language, or a reproductive fact. Dogs have no language, so dogs never get street sick.Once human beings become language creatures, they will have the possibility that other animals do not have at all. They can use the magic power of language to turn a word into a proverb, make a lot of money out of nothing, and create factual miracles one after another.With this in mind, I tested it on my daughter.I took her in the car and decided in advance that she would not get motion sickness. She was alive and kicking along the way without any discomfort.The next time I was in the car, I predicted that she would get motion sickness. As a result, she was very nervous and fidgeted, and finally she fell into my arms with a pale face and frowning. She fainted halfway before the car moved.I can't say that I have been successful in this type of experiment, but it is enough to prove that language is a thing that cannot be underestimated, a dangerous product that must be guarded against and respected.Language is almost a magic spell, and a dictionary is almost a box that can release a hundred thousand gods and demons.Just like the inventor of the word "sickness," a person I don't know, actually created the special physiology of generations of people in Maqiao, and made them avoid the city for a long time.

What about "revolution", "knowledge", "hometown", "bureau chief", "reform-through-labour prisoner", "God", "generation gap"... Under the relevant conditions, what have these words created?What else will it create? I couldn't convince the Maqiao people. I later learned that if Benyi hadn't suffered from street sickness, he would almost have been given the national rations.He came back from the Korean battlefield and worked as a groom in the special government. He is likely to be a cadre in the future, and his future is bright.He is like other Maqiao people.Always feel that the days on the street ask.Ginger salt bean tea is rarely seen there, there is no sound of water flowing under the starry sky on a summer night, and there are no knees and crotches that are roasting hot by the firepit... His Maqiao back is not easy for people to understand.He also couldn't get up as early as the people on the street.He always forgot to button the front of his trousers and was always laughed at by his colleagues.He is not used to calling the hut a toilet, nor is he used to the hut being divided into men and women.

He also learned the habits of some colleagues, such as using a toothbrush, using a water pen, and even playing basketball with him.The first time he played, he was so busy that he was sweating profusely, and he hadn't touched the ball when he left the court.Playing for the second time.The opponent grabbed the ball and was going to attack the basket. He suddenly yelled "stop—" People didn't know what happened, and they all looked at him.He walked out of the field in a hurry, grabbed a handful of snot, returned to the field, and waved to the players as if nothing had happened, "It's too urgent, too urgent, slow down."

He didn't know why the people on the court were laughing.He heard the laughter—malicious.Is there anything wrong with him pulling his nose? In dog days, the streets are much hotter than the countryside, and the heat is unconscionable.He was wandering the streets at night, and saw some female students running past, dressed so poorly that their thighs and feet were exposed under their shorts.He also saw rows of bamboo beds under the shade of trees, on which strange women were sleeping with fans.A smell like cooked meat came from their chins, bare feet, armpit hair, or the occasional round of white that leaked from their necklines.He felt hot all over, his breathing was short of breath, and there was an unbearable pain around his head—he must have been street-sick.He wiped half a plate of panacea oil to no avail, asked someone to scrape a few red bruises on his back, his head still exploded, and his mouth was burned with blisters.With his cuffs pulled up, he turned fiercely back and forth on the street a few times, and kicked the hay basket a few feet away: "I'm leaving!"

A few days later, he came back from the countryside, vented his anger, took out the cakes from the mountains with a smile, and gave them to his colleagues to try something new. At that time, one of his friends was in Zhangjiafang, a widow twelve years older than him, who was as fat as a bucket, more than enough to dispel his anger. The agency was more than two days away from Maqiao by dry road, so it was impossible for him to go back often to vent the fire.He reported to the chief that he suffered from street sickness, a disease common to all Maqiao people, and would not be able to enjoy wealth.He hopes to go back to the mountains to make his two acres of farmland.The chief thought that he was not at ease raising horses, so he changed his job to work as a custodian at the Public Security Department.In the eyes of his colleagues, he was a bit ungrateful. He was the second in office, and he actually molested the wife of the director. At that time, the woman was studying a sweater on the bed, with her hands on the edge of the bed, her buttocks raised high .Benyi was a little happy, and slapped his eye-catching butt, "What are you looking at?"

The mother-in-law was taken aback, and blushed and cursed: "You bastard, where did you get it? What do you want to do?" "Why do you swear at people?" He said to a secretary next to him, "Why is her mouth so stinky? I just slapped it,..." "How dare you say it shamelessly!" "What did I say?" In a hurry, Benyi spoke Maqiao dialect, which made his mouth cramp and no one could understand him.But he saw that stinky woman hiding far away in the corner, and understood the three words in her mouth: "Hillbilly!" The leader later talked to Benyi.Benyi had no idea what the leader had to talk about.Funny, is he making a mistake?Is this considered teasing?He just slapped him, and he slapped him wherever he was. When he was in the village, whose ass couldn't be slapped?He endured his temper.Did not argue with the leader.

The leader must ask him to check the ideological root of his mistakes. "There's no root cause, I'm just street-sick. As soon as I'm on the street, the fire is heavy, my head hurts, and I wake up every morning as if I've been beaten by someone else." "What did you say?" "I said I was dizzy." "What street are you dizzy?" The leader is not from Maqiao, he doesn't know what street sickness is, and he doesn't believe in the original meaning's explanation, insisting that the original meaning is to use nonsense to prevaricate.What Benyi was happy about was that it was a blessing in disguise, and the slap took his punishment. He lost his errand and could go home!From now on, I can eat ginger salt bean tea every day and sleep in every morning!When he got the notice to return to his hometown, he happily scolded his mother, went into the restaurant alone, ate a bowl of shredded pork noodles, and drank three taels of wine.

Many years later, he once went to the county to hold a department meeting, and met his old colleague Hu Mou in the agency, a former small correspondent.Now that Hu is an official, the original meaning of the "three key points", "four links" and "five implementations" mentioned at the meeting is completely incomprehensible.The movements of Hu lightly pausing on a cigarette, the movements of brushing his hair to the upper right, the movements of rinsing his mouth after eating and peeling apples with a knife were also very strange to Benyi, and he was very surprised and envious.He was at a loss in the guest room of the guest house where his old colleague stayed, and he couldn't open his eyes to the bright electric lights. "You, you, it was a small loss at the beginning. It shouldn't be punished so severely." Hu Fujin recalled the past and gave him a peeled apple. "It's okay, it's okay." The old colleague sighed, "You can't do it now, the culture is too low, and it's not suitable to join the team. Do you have any cubs?" "Yes, a man and a woman." "Okay, okay, how is the year?" "With you, there is still cooking in the pot." "Okay, okay, are there any old ones at home?" "They were all transferred to the Yan Family Brigade of Huangtu Commune." "You're a good joker too. Where's your wife from?" "It's from Changle Street. They're okay, but they have a bit of a temper." "Okay, okay, it's nice to have a temper..." Benyi didn't know what the other party meant by "Okay, okay", and thought that the other party would make arrangements for him and benefit him if he knew his situation in detail, but he didn't hear it after all.Still, the evening was enjoyable.He thanked Old Hu Shi for not forgetting him, still being polite to him, and giving him ten catties of food stamps.He also recalled the round buttocks of the director's wife many years ago, and had a moment of happy yearning.On the day the meeting adjourned, the old colleague wanted to keep him for an extra night.Benyi didn't agree with anything. He said that he was getting older and was getting more street-sick now, so it would be better to go back. His old colleague wanted to give Benyi a ride in his jeep, and Benyi waved his hands again and again.He said that he was afraid of the smell of gasoline, and he usually took a long detour when passing by the gas station, so he couldn't take a car at all.A cadre next to him proved that this was not a polite word. Many people in the Maqiao area were afraid of gasoline and would rather walk than take a car.The county motor transport company extended the long-distance line to Longjiawan not long ago for the convenience of the masses. Unexpectedly, not many people came to take the bus after a month, so they had to cancel that bus again. Only then did Lao Hu believe it, waved his hand, and watched Benyi's figure go on the road.