Chapter 78 Ru rice (used in spring)

Spring is here, and no one thinks it's a language change season.A distant nephew of Rob's came to fetch charcoal in the mountains. He had already reached Rob's door, and the owner said by the way, "Have you eaten?" "Ru Fan" means to eat, and the ancients used the word "Ru" in the same sense as "Ru Mao Drinking Blood". It is a habit of Maqiao people to ask each other if they have eaten, and it is also a kind of extravagance in books. Said, is a sentence that cannot be taken seriously. Equally untrue, the answer should be yes. "It's over."——especially in the current spring, when there is no food for every family, and when most people are so hungry that their heels are weak and their knees are cold.

Unexpectedly, the nephew was a little dumbfounded, and replied stiffly with "No Ru", which made Rob feel at a loss and was taken aback.He asked: "Is it true that you don't have sex?" The young man said: "I really don't have sex." Forced a bitter face, "I really don't like you." Luo was a little angry: "I know you, and you never tell the truth. If you say no, you say no, what the hell are you doing! If you If there is really no rice, I will cook it. The firewood is ready-made, the rice is ready-made, and a fire is enough. Otherwise, it is very convenient to borrow a bowl from others. How polite are you!” These words made my head dizzy, I didn’t understand where I was being polite just now, and I was ashamed to sweat, "I...I really..." Luo said aggressively: "You, you, you have to accept a wife Now, it’s still trivial to say something, don’t take it off, don’t cut it, what’s not to say? When you come here, it’s the same as at home. You’re not an outsider.

The younger generation has no power to fight back, and was forced to be helpless, so he had no choice but to hesitate: "I... Ru..." Luo slapped his thigh excitedly, "I know, right? I can see it right away, don't I? You're lying to me. I'm almost sixty years old, and you haven't spoken the truth in front of me. It's a crime. Sit down. " He pointed to a stool by the threshold. The nephew lowered his head and did not dare to sit down. He drank a bowl of cold water and left with the charcoal.Rob asked him to rest for a while before leaving, but his nephew whispered that it would be too late.

Rob said that your straw sandals are rotten, go get another pair. My nephew said that the new straw sandals hurt my feet, so I don't want to change them. Not long after, my nephew accidentally drowned while crossing the Luo River.Rob himself has no offspring, and shares this line of incense with a brother far away.Probably his brother and his wife were afraid that he would be sad, afraid that he would blame him, so they didn't tell him the truth, they only said that his nephew had recruited a job and went to the city, and when he left, he was too hasty to say goodbye to him.So, for a long time, Rob smiled and mentioned his nephew from time to time.When someone asked him to borrow a log, he said that the log would be reserved for his nephew to make a bed for his wife. Now that his nephew is on the national food, everything in the city is Western-style, and his new bed is still worth it. The carpenter on Deqing Street came.They sold him a pheasant, and he said with a smile, this is good, he wants to burn it to smoke it, and save it for his nephew to eat when he comes.

As time went by, rumors gradually spread throughout Maqiao. People knew that his nephew had died, and they also wondered whether Rob had been kept in the dark.Hearing him mention his nephew, I couldn't help but give him another look.He also seemed to sense something from people's gazes, and he had an imperceptible short-cut pause, panic like he suddenly forgot what he wanted to do. The more people wait for him to change his words, the more tenacious he is to persevere, and he can't even tolerate others taking his nephew as a taboo and carefully avoiding him.Seeing other people's cubs, he would sometimes say something out of the blue:

"You don't have to worry about growing up. My nephew, watching him play with chicken shit, won't he become a state worker in the blink of an eye?" "Yeah yeah..." Others were vague. Rob is very demanding and cannot tolerate this kind of ambiguity. He must further emphasize his nephew, "I don't see him write a letter. What's the use of raising cubs? It may not be as busy as it really is?" It’s not that I’ve never been there before, so what’s my business? I just play around all day long.” Others still wouldn't answer the conversation, just exchanged glances secretly.

He wiped his face, "If you do something good, I don't want him to come back and look at it. What are you looking at? If there is too much meat, I don't know how to eat it? If there is cotton, I don't know how to wear it alone?" He had talked enough about his nephew, made enough of his uncle's arguments, and experienced his uncle's happiness and troubles enough, and then he walked towards his hut with his hands behind his back and his head bowed.His back must have been unable to bear too many people's suspicious gazes, and he slumped in the blink of an eye.