Chapter 63 Sanmao

I would also say a cow. This cow was called "San Mao", and it had the strongest temper. Only Huang Bao in Maqiao could handle it.People say that it was not born by the cow mother, but jumped out of the rock, just like the grandson monkey in the movie.It's not a cow, it's actually a rock.Huangbao is a rocksmith, so it is only natural to take care of this rock head.This statement is generally accepted. Related to this statement, Zhihuang's voice of drinking cows is indeed different.Ordinary people make a sound of "chi-chi-chi" when driving cattle, but those who have the ambition to drive Sanmao make a "yo-yo". "Slip" is a common term used by rockworkers.Tao Tianzi is a hammer.Is there any reason why Yantou is not afraid of "slipping"?If San Mao fights with other bulls, no matter how people throw cold water, this usual method cannot make San Mao give up.Only when Huangbao yelled "slip", would it turn around in panic, as honest as cotton sliver.

In my impression, Zhihuang's cattle kung fu is really good. The whip never touches the body of the cow. After plowing the field in one day, his body can be clean without a single mud spot. It doesn't seem like it came from the field, but like Well-dressed, relatives come back.In the fields he plowed, the rolled up black mud is like pages of books, smooth and shiny.Delicate and soft, even and tidy, the temperature is transpiring, giving people the feeling of flowing clouds and flowing water, which can be retracted and retracted freely, with both spirit and form, and a feeling that cannot be touched or destroyed.If you look carefully, you can find that his plowing has almost no flaws. No matter how irregular the shape of the paddy field is, it makes it difficult for the plower to arrange the plowing. He still walks without jumping ridges, and rarely crosses or Repeat, it is simply a master of painting who cherishes ink like gold and will never leave redundant ink.Once I saw him plowing to the last turn, and there was still a small dead angle ahead, which he had to abandon with regret.I didn't expect him to suddenly flick the willow whip, shouted loudly, shook the handle of the plow tilted, and turned over obediently in the blink of an eye.Unbelievable.

I can testify that the dead end was not plowed.I can only believe that he already possesses a kind of divine power, an invisible aura that penetrates the entire iron plow through his palm, bursts forward from the bright plow tip, and pulsates and spreads in the deep soil.At certain special moments, he can plow without enough force, force or breath, or notice, and he can turn over any distant dead angle if he wants it. In my impression, he doesn't trust the playful calves. He always has to herd the cows himself, go far away to find clean water and leather that suits his taste, and then send himself off after the cows are settled.Therefore, he is often the last to finish work, becoming a lonely black spot on the hillside, sometimes moving and sometimes stationary in the blazing purple sky, sowing the faint sound of cowbells in the flying clouds of fire all over the sky.At this time, meteors began to wake up one by one.

Without the sound of cow bells, Maqiao is unimaginable, and dusk is unimaginable.The dusk without this dark dumbbell sound is like a river without water, a spring without flowers and plants, just a glorious desert. The cow next to him is Sanmao. The problem is that Zhihuang sometimes goes to the quarry, especially after autumn, when the work in the quarry is quite busy.After he left, no one would dare to use Sanmao.Once, I didn't really believe in evil, and wanted to "slip" it like Zhihuang.There were sporadic raindrops that day, and lightning was whipping in the low dark clouds. Two bare iron wires serving as broadcasting lines swayed in the wind.The bare wire just straddles a field I'm plowing, and it scares me where I have to go back and forth.Once approaching it, walking under it, I couldn't help but my legs were weak, I had to hold my breath again and again, twisting the base of my neck upwards to be vigilant, watching the thread of fate swinging in the air throwing sparks, worrying that it would attract A shocking blow to the head and brain.

Seeing that other people were planting rice seedlings under the rain in other fields, I was embarrassed to enter the house without authorization, as if I was too afraid of death. Sanmao seized the opportunity to play tricks on me. The farther away from the wire it was, the faster it ran, and I couldn't even pull it.The more it got under the wires, the slower it walked, urinating and eating the grass by the edge of the field, gloating about other people's misfortunes.In the end, it simply won't go, no matter how you "slip".How to whip and even push its buttocks forward, its body leaned against it, its four hooves took root on the ground, and it just stopped under the wire.The sparks were still pouring, crackling and bursting, and a series of sparks sounded far away along the wires.My willow whip is fluffing, and it is getting shorter and shorter.I didn't expect it to roar suddenly, pulling the plowshare so that a silver light flew out of the mud and rushed towards the bank.Amidst the exclamation of people in the distance, it made me stagger and almost fell into the muddy water.The plow handle flew out of my hand, and the sharp plowshare swung forward, piercing one of Sanmao's hind legs, which was like a severe chop there.It may not have felt the pain yet, so it jumped up a ridge more than one meter high, shook it a bit, and a large piece of soil fell and collapsed, and finally it did not fall, but the plowshare behind it stuck into the crack of the rock , making a loud rattling sound.

I don't know who is yelling in the distance, but I don't know what it is.It was not until a long time later that I recalled that the man told me to pull out the plowshare quickly. It's too late.The blades of the plowshare stuck in the crevice of the stone snapped, and the whole plow frame twisted and fell apart.The nose cord was also broken.Sanmao felt the excitement of being liberated, and roared up the mountain with unstoppable force, twisting and jumping with chaotic footwork from time to time, tossing and tossing with unprecedented joy. On this day, it broke its nose and almost cut off its own leg.In addition to breaking a plow, it also knocked down a broadcasting pole, a low wall, trampled a basket, and overturned a dung shed that was being built in the village—the two people who built the shed were not able to dodge Hurry up, whether you can save your life is still a question.

I never dared to use this cow again.When the team decided to sell it, I was very much in favor of it. Zhihuang disagreed with selling the cattle.His reasoning is still a bit strange. He said that this cow is the grass he fed, the water he fed, and the medicine he asked the doctor to irrigate when he was sick. He didn't say sell it, who would dare to sell it?The cadres said that if you use a cow, you cannot say that the cow is yours, and you must distinguish between public and private.The cattle were bought with money from the team.Zhihuang said that the landlords’ fields were also bought with money. After the land reform, wouldn’t the landowners’ fields be divided up?Whoever makes the field, the field will belong to whichever, is it not necessarily the same reason?

Everyone felt that there was nothing wrong with his reasoning. "It's inevitable for people to make a mistake. Guan Yunchang still carelessly missed Jingzhou. Did Zhuge Liang kill him or sell him?" When people stopped talking and separated, Zhihuang could still tell himself something while walking. new word. Sanmao was not sold, but in the end he died in Huangzhu's hands, which was unexpected.He saved Sanmao with his head, and said that if this beast hurts people in the future, he would kill him with his own hands.What he said, he had to do.One day in the spring, everything in the world is sprouting, sounds and colors are flowing under the warm sunshine, secreting the vague uneasiness in the air.Zhihuang drove Sanmao down to the field. Suddenly, Sanmao's whole body trembled, his eyes became straight, and he ran forward madly dragging the plow, stepping on the muddy water and splashing a curtain of water one after another.

Zhihuang was caught off guard.He finally saw clearly that Sanmao's goal was a red spot on the road.I found out afterwards that it was a woman from a neighboring village passing by, wearing a red flower jacket. Cows are most sensitive to red and often show aggression, which is no surprise.The strange thing is that Sanmao, who has always been in Zhihuang's hands, has gone crazy this day, no matter how his master yells and scolds, he turns a deaf ear to it.After a while, there was a thin scream from a woman. In the evening, the definite news came back to Maqiao from the commune health center, and the woman's horoscope was still big.She saved her life, but Sanmao picked her up and threw her into the air, breaking a bone in her right leg, and causing a concussion when her head fell to the ground.

Zhihuang didn't go to the health center, he sat on the side of the road in a daze with half of the cattle rope on his shoulders.Sanmao was timidly eating grass not far away. He walked back to the village from Luoxiali, tied Sanmao under the maple tree at the entrance of the village, and stuffed half a pot of soybeans from home into Sanmao's mouth.Sanmao probably understood something, knelt down towards him, and cloudy tears flowed from his eyes.He has fetched the thick twine.Pull it into a circle, and trap the animal's four feet respectively.Another long ax was in his hand. The cattle in the village uttered restless calls, which merged with the echoes of the waves, stirring in the valley.The setting sun suddenly dimmed down.

He stood in front of Sanmao, waiting for it to finish eating the soybeans.Several women gathered around, including Fucha's mother, Zhaoqing's mother, and Zhongqi's wife.They were pulling their noses, and their eye circles were a little red.They said to Zhihuang, if you do something wrong, just forgive it this time and let it go.They said to Sanmao again, "You can't blame anyone else until now."In a certain month of a certain year, you fought and injured a cow in Zhangjiafang, did you do anything wrong?In a certain month of a certain year, you killed a cow in Longjiatan in a fight. Do you know it is a crime?Once, you almost kicked Wan Yu's cub to death, you should have killed him a long time ago.The most irritating thing is the other time, you ate soybeans and eggs, but you were still lazy and refused to carry the plow harness. The sedan chair comes to carry you, recruiting people to earn money? They counted the historical stains of Sanmao, and finally said, you have suffered enough, go at ease, don't blame everyone in Maqiao for being cruel, there is nothing you can do about it. Fucha's mother said with tears in her eyes, "If you leave early, you will leave, and if you leave late, you will leave too. Didn't you see that Boss Hong suffered much more than you, and when he died, he didn't even loosen the plow harness." Sanmao was still crying. Zhihuang didn't have any expression on his face, and finally approached it with an ax in hand—— muffled sound. A bloody ditch exploded on the cow's head, followed by the second, and the third... When the blood mist was sprayed many feet high, the cow still didn't resist, didn't even yell, and was still kneeling.Finally, it swayed a bit, tilted to one side, and finally collapsed heavily, like a mud wall.It stretched its feet a few times as hard as it could, and its whole body was lying on the ground straight, looking much longer than usual.The light gray belly that is usually not easy to see is completely exposed.The blood-red head twitched violently, and the bright black eyes kept staring at the people, Zhihuang who was covered in blood in front of him. Fucha's mother said to Zhihuang: "You are evil, you should call it." Zhihuang called out, "San Mao." The cow's eyes trembled. Zhihuang yelled again: "San Mao." The wide bull's eyelids finally dropped, and his body gradually stopped twitching. For a whole night, Zhihuang sat in front of these eyes that were no longer open.