Chapter 83 Straw hoop

Fucha has studied in high school and is one of the few intellectuals far and near.Not only is he a good accountant, but he can also play the flute and play the huqin. He is respectful and polite to the elderly, and he is careful and thoughtful when doing things.He turned a blind eye to this, and never placed his eyes indiscriminately. He always stretched straight forward from the front, and cast them on some more reliable and safe objects, such as the faces of Tian Shi and the old man.Does he not know about the women's twittering and gestures, their shyness or surprise, or is he pretending not to know?People can't figure it out.

When some women saw him coming, they intentionally planted the rice seedlings sparsely, and let him take care of them.He is a cadre, of course he has to take care of it.But there was no expression on his eyelids, and he said something like "plant the seedlings" in a business-like manner, and left without stopping a step.The other woman, seeing him coming, fell on purpose, spilled a basket of tea leaves on her shoulder, and cried out in pain, wondering if he would come to help.He did it, of course he came to help, but his face was still calm as usual, he helped to find the tea back into the basket, put it on his shoulder and walked forward first.

He didn't think that someone was still sitting on the ground and wiping tears. This matter was more important than tea leaves.It's not enough for him to just say "I'm sorry, let me go first".He also didn't think it had anything to do with him if women had more fancy clothes, more sweet-scented osmanthus or peach blossoms on their heads. "A pair of eyes on the forehead! What's the big deal?" The women became more and more intolerable and filled with righteous indignation for his heartless ordeal.After several nearby people who came to Fucha's mother to propose marriage were rejected by Fucha, this kind of righteous indignation gradually took on a collective nature, spreading from Maqiao to the four townships, and became a common topic among many married women near and far.They met when they were on their way to the market, or when the commune held mass meetings, and sometimes they inevitably got together to slander that person's flute, that person's huqin, and that person's white skin with their enemies.They said that Maqiao had already had a safflower daddy, Rob, and they were afraid that there would be another safflower daddy II, sorry, maybe there would be a eunuch not wanted by the emperor.They were so happy with their viciousness that they laughed until they shed tears.

They may not be so angry.But their feelings are always magnified in the group. Once the women form a pile, things are different.Cells and nerves can't control it, pain and itching even if it doesn't hurt, itching even if it doesn't itch, happy even when unhappy, angry even if it's not angry, it's impossible not to go too far in everything. In the end, more than a dozen of them secretly made an oath, agreeing that no one would marry that person, and whoever failed to do so would be turned into a pig and a dog, and heaven and earth would perish. This is called a grass hoop.

Time passed year after year.Fucha didn't know that there was such a straw hoop, that there was such a sacred form aimed at him.He didn't climb up to the Dragon King Dayu Huangmei. The last woman he accepted had her hair not neatly combed, and it looked like a chicken coop was on her head.This chicken coop became the dull ending of more than a dozen women's ten-year-old vow to unite and fight against the enemy.Of course, they have already left their natal families and become wives of others.It was not that the three of them had no other choice. The matchmaker who proposed marriage for Fucha had visited their homes one after another, expressing the meaning of Fucha's mother, which was also Fucha's meaning.But they have an appointment first, and those who have tied straw hoops can't be unrighteous and ashamed of you sisters.They shook their heads resolutely, with a fidelity to the words of the past, a joy of embracing, a passion that was public and selfless.

In my opinion, oath is like bad mouth, and it is also the tyranny of language.One of the above three women, Qiu Xian from Zhangjiafang, was forced by this tyranny to marry a veterinarian.It cannot be said that this kind of coercion has any serious consequences.She has learned how to tailor, and her family is fairly well-off, but the husband and wife are a bit out of tune.that is it. One day, it was about to rain, and she rode a bicycle home after finishing her door-to-door business. She couldn't tell what she was unhappy about, and she didn't want to go home, so she decided to stay overnight at the house of an uncle of hers.On the road, she met a man who was beating a baby, and her chest thumped. She couldn't believe her eyes at all: so many white hairs, so many forehead lines, such messy pants, one high and the other low, how could she? It's a previous review!If the old man hadn't timidly bowed his head to her, which was a nod, she must have suspected that she had identified the wrong person.

"Brother Fucha..." She felt that the three crosses were unfamiliar. "Hmm..." The other party smiled wryly, "Do you think he's annoying! It's going to rain, but he refuses to leave." "Keke, will you take my car?" Qiu Xian cast his eyes on Wazai. The cub's eyes sparkle at women and bicycles. "If you don't sit, tell my uncle, if you don't take the car, you won't delay her business." "It doesn't matter, I'm going to pass Maqiao anyway." Wazai looked at his father, then at Qiuxian, got up quickly, and climbed onto the front bumper of the bicycle very expertly.Fucha was at a loss, probably it would be inconvenient to come forward to snatch the baby, so he just stomped his feet from a distance, "Can't get down? Can't get down? Do you want to be beaten?"

"Keke, tell your father, it's okay." "Father, it's okay!" "Ask your father, will he come to ride?" "Father, are you coming to ride?" "No, I will not……" "You want him to sit up." "Father, Uncle wants you to sit up too!" "No, no, you go first,..." Qiu Xian hesitated for a moment, and when he heard the pattering rain on the opposite mountain, he turned his umbrella back to Fucha, stepped into the car and walked forward.The cub was very excited in the oncoming airflow, making the sound of driving a horse for a while, and making the sound of a car for a while, and these cries became louder when he met the cub watching on the side of the road.

"Keke, your father... treats your mother... well?" "Okay. Come on—" "Did they fight?" "No, not noisy." "Really not noisy?" "My mother said that my father has a good temper, he can't quarrel, and he has no taste at all." "Never quarreled once?" "No" "I do not believe." "really no" "Your mother's life is really... good." Qiu Xian's tone showed disappointment. After a moment of silence, she asked again: "Do you...do you like your mother?" "like."

"What do you like about her?" "She made me papa to eat." "anything else?" "Also... I don't do my homework, and Fucha wants to beat me, so she comes and scolds Fucha." Whenever he felt resentful, he would call his father by his first name. "Has your mother ever bought you a game console?" "No." "Didn't I take you to the city to see the train?" "No." "Your mother can't ride a bicycle?" "Won't" "It's a pity, isn't it?" Qiu Xian was almost elated.

"No pity. I don't want her to ride a bicycle." "why?" "Riding a bicycle will fall. Guixiang's mother was riding a bicycle and was almost crushed to death by a tractor." "You're good or bad, aren't you afraid that my uncle will fall while riding a bicycle?" "You wrestle, gossip." Gossip means it doesn't matter. Qiu Xian asked tightly: "Why gossip?" "You... aren't you my mother. Dididi——" Wazai saw another downhill, Jolly gave the signal to accelerate. Qiu Xian froze, suddenly felt some moisture in his eyes, almost gushing out of his sockets.She gritted her teeth and kicked the car forward.Fortunately, an autumn rain has fallen.