Chapter 52 Garbage household

Xiaohuazi's father is Yuqiu, the poorest person in the village, known as a garbage household, living alone deep in the mountains, with no neighbors within a few miles.There used to be a cemetery, which used to belong to the Chen family on the other side of the mountain.The grave keeper of the Chen family lived in the two broken tile houses.Later, the Chen family was defeated, and the gravekeeper left, leaving the dilapidated house empty for a long time, and it became Yuqiu's den. It's not easy to go to Yuqiu's house to see it. You need to climb a few mountains, and when you get out of breath and dizzy, a far corner of the house emerges in the woods.Mo Qiu, the secretary of the village branch, said: "Here we are." I thought it was Yuqiu's house.Unexpectedly, he meant that the old Wei's house had arrived, and Yuqiu's house was still on the mountain behind the old Wei's house—he pointed to a higher mountain looming in the clouds and mist, which made my legs weak in fright.

Yuqiu's house wasn't really a house, half of it had collapsed, and grass grew between the rubble.The other half was also precariously leaning on a few logs, like a sick man supporting five or six crutches.An old wall was covered with soot and twisted into a spherical surface. It seemed that as long as a guest sneezed, the airflow could pierce it, and then the whole wall would come crashing down.It was pitch black inside the small door, and it took a long time for outsiders to adapt their pupils to the darkness and see everything emerging from the darkness, such as the cold porridge in the pot, the pot near the bed, and the There are two crocks in a damp corner.Looking up, the cracks in the tiles are so wide that you can see the sky.It is conceivable that such a roof would be filled with water through a sieve when it rains. If there is a strong wind again, the house may collapse instantly, bury Yuqiu's family alive, and remain unknown to outsiders for a long time—this place is too remote, too far away Now, except for the presence of wild boars and red-haired dogs, and the chirping of birds, there are almost no strange footsteps.

Yuqiu is not too lazy, as can be seen from the grasses in some terraced fields in front of the door, and from the smell of ripe rice in the breeze.But what else could he hope for other than making a living?The eldest son disappeared many years ago.The youngest son is also a fool, wandering down the mountain and never going home.Yuqiu himself has only one eye, and is almost half disabled. It is really not easy to earn a fortune. We made a total calculation here and decided to scrape together more than 1,000 yuan to buy him two rooms first, so as to at least prevent him from being buried alive on a stormy night.The house has been found, it is a farmhouse on Duomenling, the owner has moved down the mountain, and his son has joined the army and gone out. The old house has been locked for a long time.Mo Qiu talked to the head of the household with his mobile phone, and took us to order some purlins, count the pillars, doors and windows, and estimate the tiles on the house. He said that only these materials are worth a thousand or two, almost.Yuqiu also followed us to see the house, and thanked the folks for their concern.

I thought that was the end of the matter. When I came here again in the spring of the next year, I heard that Yuqiu hadn't moved, which made me a little surprised.The result of the inquiry was: Yuqiu changed his mind when he was about to move, and said that you should carry out your good deeds to the end, and simply build him a new house by the road.This is of course a problem.First, it costs at least 40,000 to 50,000 yuan to build a new house. How can there be such money in the village?Want everyone to rob a bank?Second, if he moved down the mountain, far away from his fields and forests, how would he make a living?He doesn't farm, doesn't grow forests, and he can't recognize dozens of words with one eye. Do he want to speculate in stocks or start a company?The villagers were annoyed by him, saying that the beggars thought the food was bad, and that every inch you had was worth a foot. Why didn't you want to move to Zhongnanhai, Beijing?Well, whether you like to move or not, you can’t live there.If you come to knotting and tripping scriptures again, I won’t show you the memorization!

Yuqiu's history of complaints began from then on.Wearing a tattered dress, he visited all the people he could visit, picked up a handful of snot everywhere he went, and complained that the village had deducted his house payment.Even if you don't build a new house, you can't stop him from repairing the old one, right?Since the one thousand and two were set in his name, it should belong to him, and he should be the master.Why does he want to buy materials now, and why is he not given a penny? ... Of course, he didn't say that repairing the house was his new idea, nor did he say that the village had promised to send people to pick up the free bricks and tiles up the mountain, not to mention that he lost several hundred in a card game not long ago.

Many sympathized with him.I'm a person involved, so I can't help but feel overwhelmed by this. When I saw Yuqiu coming to the door, I couldn't help but say a few tough words to him: "Hey, you go to play cards when you ask for money, right?" "Heaven and earth conscience, I don't even recognize the cards now!" "If you don't play cards, what do you need cash for? The village bought tiles and lime cement for you. Isn't that just money?" "I don't like tiles, I want linoleum!" "Which felt is as strong as a tile?"

"The oil felt is easy to spread!" "Then why don't you paste some paper?" Seeing the holes in his clothes, my wife couldn't help clearing out some old clothes, but I secretly stopped him.I later told my wife that I had seen the clothes of Yuqiu’s family, all of which were poverty alleviation materials sent from above.The suits, jackets, jeans, and sweatshirts are all 80 to 90% new, and all of them are better than the one he is wearing now, because a lot of them have been placed on the ground for a long time, and they have long been covered with mud and sand.The women's director couldn't stand it anymore, and helped him pull a rope to hang the clothes to dry, but when he went there for the second time, he found that the rope was gone, and the love for poverty alleviation was still piled up on the ground and stinks.

After Yuqiu left, I called Moqiu and said that he insisted on covering with tarpaulin, so let's cover it with tarpaulin.what do you think?Mo Qiu came to my house that night and said that Mr. Yu is annoying, annoying!It's better to insist on feeding him cattle medicine!Do you know why he doesn't want tile-roofed houses?He doesn't want other people's tile houses.He doesn't want to build a tile house for him.He is smart, he must think the tile-roofed house is too strong and beautiful, once he lives in it, he doesn't look like a poor household, no one will remember him in the future!On the contrary, asphalt felt is good, it will turn into slag after being exposed to the sun and drenched twice, and it will crack after being blown and drummed twice, and it will always poke the eyes there. Pay for house repairs?What kind of linoleum is his linoleum? It is obviously a passbook, earning interest every year, and even the money for playing mahjong is safe!

The village chief who came with him also praised him, saying it's amazing, it's really amazing!He only has one eye, how can he see so far? Angry at all, we still have to take advantage of him and agree to hand over the cash to him. It is impossible to watch him sleep in the open air.One day later, I met Father Qing and heard him talk about playing cards.He said that although Mrs. Yu was poor, he was still so poor that he never owed his debts. He insisted on paying off the mahjong money he lost last year. "You mean Mr. Yu from the Du family on Laoling?" I asked him. "Which Master Yu?"

"Is there no other Master Yu around here?" He blinked, feeling a little strange. Only then did I understand the reason Yu Fuzi wanted to cover his heart with tarpaulin. Can't he pay off the money owed on the poker table?If he did, probably no one would blame him too much.But he is not bad, he would rather replace his own kiln tiles with asphalt felt, and would rather go down the mountain again and again to make troubles, offend the village cadres and more people, but also have to realize his careful planning-it is both shameless, treacherous and epic . I think of the day he left my house.It was getting dark, and he had to carry a load of rice bran home.I want to lend him a flashlight.He said no, saying that he was used to going up the mountain in the dark.Even if you encounter a red-haired dog, let the red-haired dog eat it, even if you encounter fan head wind, let the fan head wind poison you to death.He has lived to this point, hasn't he had enough of his sins?He murmured like this, carrying a load into the night, and walked towards the dark mountain shadow that I had to look up to see.

If I was really kind, I should have put the flashlight in his hand. I was just pretending to be polite. I don't know if he will come to my house again, and if he will give me a chance to lend a flashlight or an umbrella. ——————————————— ﹡The ancestral home of Du Yuqiu's family is near Xiaotian Village, Pingjiang County, and they are the descendants of the local Du family.According to research in the academic circles in recent years, Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, died there, and the descendants of the clan guarded the tomb for many years.In this way, Du Yuqiu is likely to be one of Du Fu's descendants.