Chapter 89 Lettuce

In winter, the commune sometimes needs to build grain warehouses, and sometimes builds middle schools, and always assigns tasks: each person pays five pieces of smoke bricks.Maqiao didn't have the money to buy bricks, so he had to go to the mountains to dig bricks for graves—of course, some unowned wild graves.Most people in the mountains live in thatched huts or wooden houses, but the tombs are never sloppy, and a lot of smoke bricks are always consumed, which looks like it will be immortal for thousands of years.These tombs have been around for too long, and most of the tombs have collapsed. The dense thorns and grass cover them, and they are connected with the grass and trees on the flat ground.We cut down the vegetation on the tomb with a machete, and gradually lifted the topsoil with the head of a pot, so that the blue smoke bricks of the tomb arches were exposed one by one.At this time, the timid female educated youth ran away in fear and hid far away.The men were braver one by one, competing to insert the palladium teeth into the cracks of the bricks, shaking slowly until the bricks loosened, and then prying off the first brick violently.

If it is a well-preserved tomb, it is like a pot with good thermal insulation performance. When the tomb is broken, there will be steaming white mist, and waves will come out of the gap, dyeing a piece of fishy bones. The smell made my stomach vomit involuntarily.After the white steam dissipated slowly, we timidly moved forward and glimpsed the dark world inside the tomb through the broken brick hole.With a ray of trembling sunlight penetrating in, one can see skeletons who have experienced life, empty eye sockets or broad pelvis.A mess of accumulated soil and rotten wood can also be seen.Generally speaking, we gravediggers don't expect to find any gold or silver treasures in the graves, but a copper or pottery or two is a good idea.What's more, several of the skeletons we saw were in the posture of prostrating downwards. According to the local people, such people are evil deaths, such as those who were struck by lightning, hanged, or shot. Later generations do not want them to return. The bad luck continued in the old world, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be reincarnated. Keeping them face down is an important measure to prevent them from seeing the sun again.

People are different in life, and they are treated differently after death. Once, we dug up a female corpse and found that although she was a bone, her hair was black and shiny, and her hair was as long as her waist.The two front teeth are not corrupted, they stand alone in the mouth and extend outward, it seems to be more than three inches long.We were terrified and ran away.In the end, the team committee did some research, and at the cost of two catties of meat and one catty of wine, invited the black gentleman who was the least afraid of disaster, poured some diesel oil on the corpse, and set it on fire to prevent this female ghost from causing any trouble again. Come.Years later, I learned from a scholar that this is actually nothing unusual.Human death is actually a slow process. Hair and teeth are two special organs that can continue to grow for a certain period of time in a certain suitable environment.There have been studies in this area in foreign medical circles.

More and more grave bricks were brought back from the mountains.Of course the bones were scattered on the ridge.It is said that there are many eagles on that section of the ridge, gliding around in the sky, probably because they smelled some fishy smell and stimulated their appetite.Some people also said that when they heard men howling and women screaming on the mountain at night, all the ghosts must have come out, and they could not stand the cold, cursing the grave diggers there. Even so, we still go up to the hills every day to do immoral things. Zhaoqing was originally timid, but she never lagged behind in digging her ancestors' graves.I later found out that he always rushed ahead because he wanted to find a rare thing in the grave; it was shaped like cabbages of different sizes, bright red and dazzling, growing on the tongue of the deceased, which seemed to be A kind of condensation of breath, blooming an astonishing beauty in the long years in the tomb.Farmers call this cabbage-like thing "Let Wei", saying that it is the best tonic, which gathers the essence of the human body, can regulate qi and nourish blood, nourish yin and strengthen yang, dispel wind, protect fetus, and prolong life. . In "Zengguang Xianwen", there is a phrase "gold is not true, and wei is not false", which refers to this kind of thing.They also said that not everyone can blow out lettuce from their mouths after death. Only those rich and noble people who taste fine products, wear cotton pillow skin, and maintain a golden and jade body in the world of life will have the ones that will be blown out of their mouths a hundred years later. results.

One day, Zhaoqing was digging the ground and suddenly let out a long sigh. "I can't think about it, I can't think about it. What's the point of being alive?" He shook his head, "There will be no lettuce in my mouth in the future." The bystanders understood what he meant, and their faces were also sad.Think about swallowing only some shredded sweet potatoes and old corn every day, only swallowing black dried vegetables, and you can’t even emit any smell, and you still want to grow lettuce in your mouth? "Robo can grow it," Wan Yu said confidently, "he has a godson sending money here."

"Benyi also ordered him to be full of energy and fertiliser." Zhaoqing said, his mother-in-law raised him to go to the top for meetings every three days, and when the meeting was held, he would kill pigs. " "A meeting of cadres is revolutionary work. Are you jealous?" Zhongqi said. "What kind of job, isn't it just raising Lettuce?" "You can't talk like that. If everyone grows up to grow Wei Wei, Wei Wei will be too cheap, too worthless, and get into "Zeng Guang Xian Wen"?" "In the year of the land reform, I almost became a cadre," Zhao Xiaozi recalled the year without looking back.

"You little man can't even see the inversion of his own name clearly. What do you use as a boss? If you can be a boss, I will get up and walk with my hands every day." Zhong Qi thought this was funny, so she giggled a few times Voice. Zhaoqing said, "Zhong Guaizi, look at your dragon roots. Every day, you carry your quotation bag and hang up Chairman Mao's badge. Who will you show it to? Do you think you can grow lettuce on your mouth?" "I do not want." "You can't grow." "I'm not long, lest someone else come to dig the grave."

"You also have a grave for others to dig?" Zhaoqing's words are very vicious.Zhongqi has no descendants, and in the eyes of everyone, there is always the danger that no one will bury her after death, while Zhaoqing has raised five or six cubs in her litter, so it is obviously relying on his own advantages to say this. Step on each other's sore feet. "Miao ruffian, you rotten liver and lungs." "This is a piggy." "Did your parents wash your mouth?" "It's no use washing your mouth. It's full of shit." The mouths of the two became less and less clean, more and more hostile, and they were finally interrupted by other people's words.In order to ease the atmosphere, Fucha talked about Secretary Zhou of the commune. What was the original meaning?Only the cadres of the commune are better off. If they go here today and swim there tomorrow, they will be entertained by people. It’s all Chinese New Year.Look at Secretary Zhou's rosy white body and good flesh, which is fried in a big pot of oil.A golden voice has the most breath, and it can still sound like a gong after giving a report all day, which is better than Tie Xiang's voice.In the future, when he grows up, will he be so small?

Rob took over the conversation, "It's just right. I'm not afraid of not knowing people, but I'm afraid of being compared to others. If Benyi grows lettuce in his mouth, it will grow at most the size of a taro, and ten of them are not as good as one of the secretary's last week. , if we dig a grave in the future, we still have to dig Secretary Zhou." They talked from Secretary Zhou to Minister He, to important figures in the county and province, and finally to Chairman Mao.They unanimously believed that Chairman Mao was the most blessed and had the highest blessings. A hundred years later, Lu Wei would definitely be great—not only a cure for all diseases, but also a magic medicine for immortality.I am afraid that such a national treasure should be protected by advanced chemical methods, and heavily guarded day and night.

Think about it, everyone, and feel that the same is true.At this time, the sun was already in the west, so I leisurely dragged the hoe on my shoulder and went home. A few days later, Secretary Zhou came to Maqiao to inspect the completion of the task of dispatching bricks and finding bricks. By the way, he asked me to help him copy a copy of the materials with carbon paper, and kept praising my beautiful imitation Song typeface headline.Looking at his smiling, swollen face, I would often be in a trance for a moment, imagining a lettuce the size of a cabbage on his mouth - being carried around by him.His voice is really bright, and he always sings the latest carol about Beijing along with the music on the radio, and asks me how he sings from time to time, listening to my repeated compliments.He also asked me, what would it be like for him to be the head of the cultural bureau in the county?I said, of course, of course, with your artistic talents, it is obvious that you are the material of the Director of Cultural Affairs.He was even happier, and not only continued humming and singing, but also greeted everyone affectionately, asking how the cubs and pigs were doing.He seemed to be brimming with confidence in the prospect of a bigger wee growing on his mouth in the future.

He asked Benyi to lead him to see Yanzhu.In my opinion, it is a big velvet being led by a small larvae, and people who see no larvae will be picked into bricks in the future-this kind of cranky thinking is lingering, which makes me a little bit Panic.I guess it must be that there must be too much grave digging in this section, and the body smells all over the head, and there is nothing good. "Tell me, besides imitating Song characters, what other good-looking characters are there?" "Let Wei" "What did you say?" "Oh, you're asking..." "I asked if there were any other good-looking fonts." I suddenly woke up and hurried to answer the question about the font.