Chapter 57 Sha

Maqiao women's personality generally comes from men.For a married woman, if her husband’s family is qualified, she is qualified; if her husband’s family is disqualified, she is disqualified; for an unmarried woman, her status mainly depends on her father. After there is no father, her status will follow her elder brother. Of course there are exceptions.At that time, on the construction site of the road, migrant workers from various villages rushed to the task, grabbing tools, earthwork, food and vegetables, and the soldiers were in a panic.The whistling cold wind rolled up a wave of dust, and the sky and the ground were turbid and yellow.The tamping and cart pullers on the shoulders were all blown about by the wind, like a shadow puppet play with insufficient light, and you can't tell the old and the young.

There are no women on the construction site, and migrant workers defecate everywhere.I just finished shaking the last two drops of urine when I saw people who looked like cadres come to measure the earthwork and thread. One of them was wearing an old military uniform, with a cotton hat covering his head and a scarf covering most of his face. He was directing with a bamboo pole. The other two ran around pulling the string.Under the interference of the wind and the loudspeaker, the man yelled something vigorously. Seeing that the other party didn't hear him, he put down the bamboo pole and ran over by himself, throwing a big stone across the gray line downhill.At that time, I admired the strength of this cadre: If it were me, at least I would have to call another person to help.

When Fucha saw that person, he became a little nervous, rubbed his hands together and said, "You see our quality is... okay?" The man took a bamboo pole and thrust it into the filled soil a few times, then pulled out the bamboo pole to measure the depth into the soil. "One more round." Fucha stuck out his tongue. "Mr. He wants someone from you?" the man asked again. Fucha pointed to me and another educated youth. The man came over and held out his hand to us.This was obviously an action other than Maqiao's. I was stunned for a moment before I realized that this was a handshake, and we should also extend our hands.

I'm a little bit weird.The man's hands were not as muscular as I expected, and even a little gentle.Looking at the slap-sized face above, a pair of surprisingly large black eyes, with a hint of delicateness between opening and closing, made me feel extraordinary. We followed this man to the command post to help compile the site bulletin.We heard people calling this person "Teacher Wan" and "Brother Wan" along the way. Generally speaking, this person didn't answer, at most he just nodded at the other person or smiled faintly. "This old guy, the grid is so big." The educated youth who was with me muttered to me, but I didn't expect that Teacher Wan and Brother Wan, who were tens of meters away, could hear it.Wan turned around, stopped, and glanced at my companion with his big black eyes, which was a silent warning, then scratched me with sharp eyes, as a warning to others, and then walked steadily open.

We didn't expect this person's ears to be so sharp, nor did we expect this person's counterattack to be so quick and sharp.An ominous omen strikes: be careful with this man. That afternoon, we discovered that this Wan was originally a woman.My companion went to relieve himself, and saw Wan take off his cotton cap, and his long black hair rolled out of the cap.My companion was so surprised that he didn't go to the latrine, and ran back to report the news while holding his urine.I was also surprised to look at it, and saw that Wan was eating among a table of men, and he was indeed a daughter.According to the rules of the local people, women do not eat at the table.We have been used to this kind of rules and sights for a long time, but once we found a woman's face sitting at the dinner table, we were a little surprised or a little uncomfortable, as if there were sand in our eyes.

I later found out that Wan was from Zhangjiafang. His real name was Wan Shanhong. He had worked as a private teacher for two years. When he didn't want to be a teacher, he went back to the village and studied agriculture for two years. He could even plow the fields like men.She is a genuine high school student and a propaganda committee member of the Communist Youth League of the commune. When the commune has any major issues, she is often asked to help write or do calculations. It is said that she will be trained as a successor.Because of this, people also respectfully call her "Teacher Wan" or "Wan Propaganda Committee".She doesn't like the young people calling her "Brother Wan", but she is outnumbered, and it's hard to get rid of everyone's feelings, so she has no choice but to accept people calling her this way after a long time.I should admit that Wan Ge, who took off the cotton hat, is still quite handsome, with a sharp outline, and the line from the ear to the chin is particularly powerful, walking around among the men, like a sharp knife in the grass Come in and chop.But she doesn't seem to like talking, and she built the road with us all winter, and she only used her slightly hoarse voice to give me instructions such as "yes", "no", and "eat" a few times, and she talked. When I was young, my face was like a papaya.

Strange to say, the shorter her words are, the more powerful they are, and the harder it is for everyone to resist.In Maqiao people's words, there is "sha", or "shalu". "Sha" means majesty and high ability, and it is connected with "kill"; it also means ending, such as the "sha tail" of articles or programs.A person with Sha can also be understood as the person who speaks last, the one who makes the final decision.Sha is associated with a woman's face, and Wan Ge is the only case I have seen in the countryside. Under such a rush of heat, dating is almost not dating, and no matter how familiar she is, they are still separated by hundreds of thousands of miles.When she touched us, it was like touching the air. The light in the black eyeballs flickered and went over our heads, and fell somewhere in the distance.At first we were not used to it, we would call her no in embarrassment, or no if we didn't, but after a long time, seeing that she treated everyone the same, we got used to it and didn't take it to heart.I met people from Zhangjiafang, and when they mentioned her, the people from Zhangjiafang smiled: Not to mention you people from Maqiaogong, none of us from the same village and village have any friendship with her, and no one can tell her.She lives with us like there is no such person.

So she didn't know anyone well. She only represents a kind of official business, a concept and symbol called Wan Ge, without smiles, textures, body temperature, and knowing glances, so she lacks authenticity among many people. A phantom of nothingness.Some people say that she has a complicated background, but she is actually the illegitimate son of a high-ranking official. She was planted by a land reform team leader back then. More than ten years later, her mother took her to the city. There was no other way but to keep her in high school in the county town and secretly provide her with living expenses and tuition fees.I don't know if this statement is true or not.Someone else said that she was a well-known student leader in the county during the Cultural Revolution a few years ago. She had been to Beijing and Shanghai, carried a box cannon and was imprisoned. There was a meeting in the provincial capital, and a photo was taken with the central government officials.I don't know if this statement is true or not.Others said that Sister Wan was twenty-six or seven years old and hadn't talked about marriage yet. In fact, she already had a partner in her heart, a former classmate of hers who joined the army.She goes to Guangdong every year, and it is said that it is to see her object.It's a pity that the young man was bewitched by some kind of evil, and actually joined Lin Biao's coup d'état "small fleet". Once he was frustrated, he was sent to prison. information.It is still not known whether this statement is true or not.

For me, she will always be just rumors and rumors.She lost her youth in the sayings and rumors, and gradually had the dull complexion of a middle-aged person. A few unscrupulous young people once tried to get her idea. They saw her walking on the road, singing some obscene songs and teasing her in many ways.Seeing that she didn't know anything, she used foul language to retaliate: "Huh. What kind of style is it? 2 I haven't seen any high branches." "Do you think it's still a red flower girl? It must have been used as a military item long ago, and was ruined by that dead ghost, otherwise why are the tits so big!"

"Don't look at her seriousness, I don't believe that she doesn't want men at all. Look at the way she walks, her buttocks are raised to the sky, isn't she teasing men?" There was a wave of laughter. She pretended not to hear. When Zhaoqing from Maqiao heard about this, she made fun of the youngsters, saying that they had really gone crazy, and they got it on Wan Ge's head.I don't even look at who they are.A woman with such a tall personality may not be able to get in? The implication is that style is just a man's thing. Once it is put on a woman's head, this woman is not a woman, at least not a pure woman, and it is not suitable for younger generations to go dirty.Furthermore, character is a scourge that eliminates gender. Too high character kills people and poses a great threat to the succession of the family.

It cannot be said that there is any truth in Zhaoqing's words.But Brother Wan, no, the actual Sister Wan—she has indeed remained unmarried, and by the time I left Maqiao, she was still alone.However, she didn't stay in Maqiao for too long. After more than a year, her biological father passed away and his spouse returned from the May 7th Cadre School to resume his post, so he took her to the city. It is said that she was sent to a large state-run factory in Gansu Province.