Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen

(...I said, "Uncle, there must be wolves that come here frequently on that earthen platform. Let's stay in Shenglong Town, and then we will definitely take pictures of wolves when we stay here.") In this way, we settled down in the town.Our landlord is a native of northern Shaanxi, very old, with wrinkled skin hanging down his donkey-like face. He said that he came to Shangzhou in exile. Although he has always been a farmer, he has also participated in the revolution.When he was talking, his mouth kept drooling. He didn't say that Shangzhou had supported him for decades, but he just complained that he was from northern Shaanxi, and a dragon was trapped in Shangzhou and became a caterpillar.I think the old man's nerves are a little abnormal, but this does not prevent him from talking interestingly. After his daughter-in-law made me a meal of bean noodles, my uncle and Lan Tou went to see the "Shenglong Town" in the town The stele boasted that this is the place where beautiful women can be produced in Shangzhou. King Chuang's urine in Shangzhou was once the daughter of the Liang family in the town.Chuang Wang rode his horse through the town street at night. At that time, the town street was paved with big bluestone strips, the sound of horseshoes was crisp, and the copper bells were ringing. The windows of the houses on both sides of the street were opened. Oil his hair, apply henna paste to his nails, and wait for the horse's sneeze to sound at the door: he is going to spend the night at someone's house, and the horse's whip is hung on the door knocker of that house.Of course, King Chuang's horsewhip was always hung on the door knocker of the Liang family, and the Liang family began to boil hot water and put in jasmine leaves, and the daughter was about to take a bath.In the backyard of the Liang family, there is a piece of green bamboo, several clumps of peonies, the bamboos are jointed by the wind, and the flowers are big in a bowl. It is a pity that the daughter of the Liang family is not blessed. Otherwise, she should have been a concubine in the Dashun Dynasty.I didn't look at the stele, and washed my ass with herbs in the room.

My mouth ulcers and hemorrhoids have always been an unspeakable pain that I can't be proud of in front of my wife. For this reason, brushing my teeth and washing my butt every night has become a must for me.I had an operation the year before last, and the wound was not covered with medicine, and it was required to heal naturally. For more than ten days, I dared not eat more, could not sleep on my back, and coughed as much as possible. My wife heard about a spectrum analyzer It can cure trauma, so I bought one and let me take it. I didn’t expect it to be counterproductive. The wound became inflamed and swollen. The pain caused me to lie in bed for another month, and the hemorrhoids recurred soon.Now the landlord picks the herb for my buttocks. He said that this herb is absolutely good. During the war years, his hemorrhoids were washed with this herb. There is also a team leader who also washed his rotten buttocks.The medicinal herb smelled pungent, and when it was fried into soup, I put my ass on the edge of the wooden basin to fumigate the hot air first, and then washed it with water.Cypress is the raw material for making incense, and many families in the town are engaged in this kind of business. He may have seen something about me, and he boasted that he was destined to succeed in the revolution and become a high-ranking official, because there is a long hair on his dick. One mole, I said, then I can be a bigger official, I have three moles, he didn’t believe it, he wanted to come and see, I hurriedly pulled up my pants, he said where you have three moles, Who do you think you are?Talking to himself while turning Bai Duo, the strong fresh smell made me think he was cute and lovely.When he learned that we came from Zhoucheng to hunt for wolves, and wanted to take pictures of wolves, he thought that people in Zhoucheng really had nothing to do. Wolves, wolves are everywhere, just like people living at home must have mice and flies, Is it worth looking for for mice and flies?I hurriedly asked if there was a wolf here, have you seen a wolf?He said that he was picking cypresses on the mountain, and the wolf came when he was picking. He sat down to smoke, and the wolf sat in front of him to watch him smoke. He pulled the pipe out of his mouth and let the wolf smoke it, and the wolf took it Pipe smoking.He also said that the wolf he smoked with was not as old as him, but the wolf belonged to the Gu family. For his wife and children, he went to the mountains to catch hares every day. The year is gone.I listened with great interest, and felt that he was really out of his mind. After cleaning his buttocks, he said goodbye and went to the room in the wooden building to rest. The old man said: "You know, my son is learning from me. When I was young, I didn’t stick to the family either, but I went out to start a revolution, and I followed Liu Zhidan!” I had already climbed the wooden stairs, and he began to greet a child who passed the door, laughing ho ho ho: “Let Grandpa touches Niu Niu, where is Niu Niu, oh, Niu Niu has grown so big!"

The whole town can be seen clearly from the wooden building. A peak beam of Beishan meanders over, and slowly protrudes from a hillside to close in. The town is scattered on the hillside. The town street is also a road. The house is along the road all the way to the reservoir, like a tail of the town.Old pines and cypresses grow in all the streets and alleys, front and back of the courtyard, with vigorous branches and cracked skin spots the size of palms, which seem to be peeled off with a single pick.But they are all thick but not tall. A child hung a rope from a horizontal branch to make a swing, and fell off the swing, crying.The old man's home is almost in the center of the town, and there is a soil field diagonally opposite. There is also a strange cypress tree growing beside the field. The one who died, and it was a woman, was wearing a pair of white shoes.Why did I have such a feeling? I seemed to be taken aback. I heard the old man in the backyard downstairs telling stories to the children. He had a northern Shaanxi accent and a strong nasal voice, but it was quite charming.

"Small people, broken people, listen," he said, "on the first day, the enemy put me on a tiger stool, and I didn't say anything. On the second day, the enemy poured pepper water on me, and I didn't say anything. The third God, the enemy pulled out my fingernails one by one, and I still didn’t say anything. On the fourth day, the enemy sent me a beautiful woman, and I said everything. On the fifth day, wow, I If I want to say it, the enemy will shoot me!" "Grandpa, you were shot, sir?" said the boy. "Shoot!" I laughed on the wooden building, and a bird on the wire in front of the building flew away.At this moment, a person walked slowly from the corner of the town street with square steps. He had just reached the gate of a courtyard by the side of the earthen yard. A short man was coming out of the door with a sea bowl to eat. The short man stopped his feet: " Village head, do you want to eat?" The village head said: "You just finished eating, why haven't you removed the second cake?" The short man stuffed the boiled potatoes in the rice soup into his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and his tongue couldn't adjust for a while. When he finally swallowed the potatoes, he said, "I thought about it, the village head, this is not against any law. Others can carve dragons and phoenixes with bricks on the roof, so why can't they carve two cakes?" The village head said: "Are you making a fuss about it, and let the mayor catch it?" The dwarf said, "I've washed my hands a long time ago, which one will he catch?" The village chief choked, and walked over, saying as he walked: "Er Gouzi, if you can disobey me, wait to disobey the mayor if you have the ability!" The shorty narrowed his eyes under the sun, turned his head to look at the roof of the main room, and I also looked at the roof. I took the second cake in a mahjong tile. The cake was as big as a washbasin and painted with colors.When I came down the stairs, the old man was still teasing the children on the cypress tree. His daughter-in-law sat on the threshold with her back on her back and cut the window grilles, "Magpies on the Branches", and "Mice Married". I said: What a clever hand!She stopped cutting, called you a joke, and asked me if I drank water, but the old man stood up and said, "If you want to drink, I will boil it for us!" In the pot, hang on the iron hook on the stove to boil.My daughter-in-law and I were gossiping about oil, salt, firewood and rice. Of course, I wanted to tell the scene I just saw. The daughter-in-law laughed and said that Er Gouzi was half-grown, but his life was very heavy. He was also in the incense business before. , had saved up for a few years to build a house, but he became addicted to gambling, and lost almost all the money he had to build the house overnight. Others persuaded him to just leave it alone, so he could go back to his wife for work, and he was so red-eyed. , Said that the wife must be divorced if she doesn't hang herself, and if she loses, the wife will be the winner.But when he needed a second pie to make a deal after the suspension of trading, he really touched the second pie by himself after a round of touch. He made back the money he lost all at once, and made a lot more, so he built a new house, A specially made two cake pattern brick is decorated on the roof ridge. "The second cake is a tribute to his father!" said the daughter-in-law, "We are not cheating and cheating, and secondly, we don't know how to eat, drink, whore and gamble, but we can't bring back much money all year round!" The old man answered: "Yes. Swindle and cheat, but don’t steal, don’t eat, drink, prostitute or gamble.” The daughter-in-law said: “Why don’t you tell him these words?” The old man said: “You believe in the horse, who can I tell?!” When the hatchbacks touch, I will He hurriedly asked if the tea was ready.The old man's tea hadn't been boiled yet. I said you boiled Chinese medicine. He dipped it in with chopsticks and shouted that the juice was so good that it would cost money. Drinking it all day will give you energy.

I went to the door to blow my nose, and found that Fugui was playing with a group of chickens on the other side of the street. Suddenly, a horn sounded, and a car whizzed by.I was about to stand up and scold the driver. The car passed through the village without slowing down. The car had already passed a corner of a wall not far below. A man and a woman pushed the child next to him violently. The child bumped into it and bounced up in the air. , and fell into the ditch of the street like a leaf falling off, the car made a terrible brake sound at the same time, and finally rubbed a long black mark on the ground and stopped.The thing happened suddenly, like thunder, the street was completely silent, the wind didn't blow, the trees didn't shake, the people passing by were like trees like stones, while two people rushed out screaming from the opposite alley. The individual is actually an uncle and a bad guy.I saw my uncle's body elongated and thin like a throwing belt, floating in the air suddenly, before he recovered, the belt fell to the ground and formed a black ball, and he picked up the child.The child's forehead was bleeding and crying. The man went over and touched the blood on the child's face back and forth with his hands. Blood spots were still dripping on his five fingers. He rushed over and grabbed the driver who had already got off the bus. collar, and yelled sharply: "You fucked my baby! Damn it, you fucked my baby!" The driver's face was ashen, and he rushed to pick up the child, who was already standing on the ground, and the uncle helped rub his arms and legs, repeatedly Q: Does it hurt here?The child just shook his head, and the rotten head called the child's parents to bandage the child's wound, and asked if there was a hospital in the town?But the child's parents clung to the driver, yelling that their child was run over and injured. Is it public or private? Let's go to Liugong Town, ten miles away, there is a traffic accident handler there, and you have to pay for it privately, one thousand yuan.The driver was speechless for a while, and began to search for cigarettes in his pocket. He found one and lit it, but lit the filter-tipped cigarette handle. Running over, the responsibility should not belong to me, I can go anywhere on business, but I am a passer-by, since the child is fine, I can't afford to waste time, so it's better to keep it private, but if you want to keep it private, no matter what I can't give you a thousand yuan!The man said, "Let's do this, if one thousand is not enough, it will be eight hundred yuan, and we are not troublemakers."The driver took out his pocket, took out five hundred yuan and said it was gone.The man said: You are not joking, you have to pay five hundred yuan for crushing a pig, let alone a living person!Take it out again, take it out again, the pocket of the jacket.The driver rummaged out all his pockets, poured out a pile of cigarettes and ten yuan, and said: I have to eat, brother!The man said, it's good not to let you go to jail, what else do you have to eat, eat shit!He snatched the ten yuan.The driver wanted to say something, but the uncle pulled him aside and said, "Okay, okay, for the sake of the child, you should go hungry." The driver got in the car and drove away. We let the man Hurry up to take the child to see a doctor, but the man turned around and grabbed a chicken under the eaves, pulled out a few chicken feathers, pressed the child's wound, and dragged the child along the street. Far.

We have been helping to deal with the accident. The strange thing is that none of the locals not far away came to help. Even if they didn't help, they seemed indifferent to the child's car accident, and they didn't even say a thoughtful word recently.Back at the house, the old man was drinking tea on the threshold, and he drank leisurely. He handed me the tea bowl, the tea was so thick that it turned black, and I threw up after taking a sip. "How much did you pay?" he said. "Five hundred and ten yuan." I said. "This time I made more money!" "This time?"

The old man snorted. "No one here cares about anyone's business?!" "Drink it, drink it, let your comrade drink it too, and his head won't hurt!" We live in a black hole forever, and the inventions of our predecessors are like torches that guide us in depth. We don’t seem to care about the existence of the torch. Let’s go in as long as we want, and our hearts are full of mediocrity and frivolity.Tonight, Mr. Ma, the eldest son of the landlord's neighbor and the only one in the town who works in the state city, went home to visit relatives. Hearing that I was a cadre from the provincial capital, he went to the room in the small building to have tea and chat.Uncle and Lantou sat with us at first, but when we saw that we were talking about culture, they got bored and got up and went back to their room. Look, the whole street is pitch black, and I feel like we are on a dark cloud in mid-air, unable to reach the sky or touch the ground, I am really a little scared.This kind of fear is instantaneous, because I know that this kind of power outage is temporary, and someone in the town will be worried. Maybe the electrician is checking the wiring. .

What does electricity bring us?Of course it is the convenience of life.But electricity also brings with it the shallowness of our lives.In the days when there were no telephones, our connection with our family members was through letters. A "letter from family is worth ten thousand gold", and every word often brought tears to the writer and receiver.Now it's just a matter of dialing a number to say hello. Who still holds a telephone receiver and weeps?Mr. Ma said that when he first arrived in Zhoucheng, it was the Spring Festival, and someone wished him a new year on the phone. He immediately went to the street to buy a lot of food and held a banquet at home, waiting for the guests to arrive, but the guests never came.When I saw that person after the year, he said: Why didn't you say New Year's greetings?The man said: Isn't it already New Year's greetings?People who step down have to carry four packs of gift baskets to relatives and friends to pay New Year's greetings. People in the city say New Year's greetings when they say New Year's greetings? !The simpler thing is that there is a Chinese display pager, and I don’t want to say more on the phone. I just leave a message, "Happy New Year to you", and it will be fine.Mr. Ma also said that in the past, when the play was reported in the village, relatives and friends in a radius of more than ten miles were notified a few days ago. On the day of the play, a stool was taken to occupy a seat under the stage in the middle of the afternoon. Climbing to the openings on both sides of the stage, people would naturally be pushed down again and again. Sometimes people splashed dirty water and fell down the stage in a panic. Humming along with the gongs and drums, while watching for actors in costumes to pee from the backstage.I said, now that there is a TV, people in the city don’t even bother to go to the cinema to watch movies. Even if they lie on the sofa and watch TV, they never focus on one channel and use the remote control to check it all night.What's more terrible, the ancients said that you can learn a lot by reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles. Now the taste has changed!The ancients rode a donkey to drink the wind and eat the snow, suffered hardships along the way and suffered from the mountains and rivers, and lived wherever they went, collecting scenery and observing the people's sentiments. Now, except this time, I deliberately To look for wolves, other people and I did not take electric trains and planes at other times, Wanli Road arrived in a few hours, in this city in the morning, and in that city at night, the city is not the same as the city with concrete streets and concrete room?Moreover, computers are popularized again, and my elementary school children are too lazy to do addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. Surgical missile warfare can no longer produce bloody heroes. The word Tianxia is getting meaningless. It is the sun in a drop of water, and a leaf is autumn.