Chapter 15 The Escape of 1934.1

My father may have been a dumb fetus.His taciturnity has cast a gray mist over my house for half a century.During these half a century, I was born, grew up, flourished and aged.The essence and blood of my father's maple and poplar tree people continue in my body, and I may be a dumb fetus.I am also reticent.I am a tiger. When I was nineteen years old, I left home and came to the city. Looking back on my youthful days, I was like a tiger cub crouching under my father’s eaves. My whole body was bright and blue, peeping at my home as the sun and moon floated. The thick fog barrier, the remaining eight relatives of our family live under the fog barrier.Last winter I stood under a certain street lamp in the city to study my own shadow.I realized this was going to become a habit that would grow on me.City lights are often white and peaceful.I found that my shadow spread wildly and strangely on the concrete sidewalk, like a reed in the wind. I was followed by the shadow, and I threw my arms forward to hold the metal lamppost of the high-voltage neon lamp.Looking back and studying the shadows on the ground, I saw myself drawing a portrait of a fugitive in the city at night.An inborn panic made me flee with my head in my arms.I am like a father.I ran all the way through the blurred night city, and my father's shadow whizzed behind me and followed me. It was a static pursuit beyond the physical state.I understand that my run was a kind of escape.

I pay special attention to the fact that such strange experiences are always related to memory.I recalled that there were many evenings in the past, when my father stood in front of my iron bed, stroking my face with one hand, and pressing the other on his old forehead, turning his head to stare at the changing figure on the ground, just like that Many years passed and I grew to be twenty-six.You are my good friends.I told you, I am my father's son, and my name is not Su Tong.Many of my father's habits unfold in the city like a white mourning flag before you.I like to study my own shadow.Last winter, after drinking white wine with you, I spilled a bottle of red ink and drew my eight relatives on the wall.I also wrote a poem that I wanted to put in the history books I left behind from my boyhood.It was a confessional poem in gibberish lisp.In the poem, I fantasized about the glorious days of my family in the past, and imagined the black and red disaster line running across this bloodline.There are many kinds of beginnings and endings that alternate.In the end, I cried bitterly, and I wiped the red ink on the paper desperately, so that the poem could no longer be discerned.I remember writing the first few sentences with great difficulty:

My hometown of maple and poplar has sunk for many years we fled here It's a wandering black fish The way back is lost forever If you push open the door of my father's house now, you will only see my father and my mother, and my other six relatives are not at home.They're still out there wading through the mud like black fish.They haven't reached the wooden house yet. My father loves hay.His body exudes a mellow and solid hay fragrance all year round.The scent of hay grows deep in the folds of his skin.People on the street always saw him coming back from the suburbs with two baskets of hay in spring and autumn, and fled into my house unsteadily.The soft and lovely yellow-brown hay was piled up and stored in the main room and the small room where I lived. My father would often lie on the haystacks and curse my thin mother loudly.I can't explain a person's attachment to hay, just as I can't explain the laws of nature and human relations.Tracing back my bloodline, our family's former residence may have had this kind of hay, and my eight relatives may have all been reborn on the haystack of the former residence, bringing this special memory.The father can transform himself into a wizard by facing the haystack.He grabs a handful of hay and gazes at the afterglow of the setting sun, smelling the breath of his dead relatives.Grandmother Jiang Shi, grandfather Chen Baonian, the oldest puppy, and the little girl Huanzi stand out from the image of hay.But I didn't have the chance to meet those relatives.I said that my father might be a dumb fetus.When I wondered that we were all links in the great chain of human reproduction, I was filled with sweet melancholy, and I wanted to know where my blood came from, and I used to pester my mother for stories of ancestors.But my mother didn't know, she wasn't from Maple Poplar Country.She said, "Go and ask him when he's drinking." My father was very quiet when he was drunk, and he often slept with my mother when he was drunk.On that night, my father's reddish eyes were distant and mysterious. He stretched out his arms around my mother, pressed his wine-smelling lips to my ears, and slowly uttered the names of those relatives: Grandmother Jiang, Grandfather Chen Baonian, The big dog cub, the little girl Huanzi.He also said repeatedly: "1934. You know?" Then he told me loudly that 1934 was a disaster year.

1934.do you know? 1934 was a disaster year. There was a time when my history books were filled with the year 1934.1934 burst into a powerful purple light that surrounded my thoughts.That is a distant era that no longer exists. To me, it is also the annual rings of an ancient tree. I can sit on it and relive the vicissitudes of life in 1934.When I sit on it, the first thing I see is my grandmother Chiang, who emerges from history. Jiang's thin and slender feet were stuck motionless in a cold and muddy rice field.It was a scene about Chuchun and the peasant woman.Jiang's face was covered with dirt and her cheeks were prominent, she lowered her head to listen to the voice of the baby in her womb.She felt like a barren mountain, which was cut down by men and planted with child trees one after another.She heard the baby's voice as if the wind had moved her, a barren mountain.

In my hometown of maple and poplar trees, spring comes very early, and the original white sunlight flows along the hills, warming a group of long-term workers in the paddy fields little by little.Grandmother Jiang is the unique female long-term worker of the rich man Chen Wenzhi's family.The female long-term worker soaked in the paddy fields of Chen Wenzhi's family that stretched for more than ten miles, and planted at least 10,000 rice seedlings.She always felt the existence of the black brick building on the northeast slope, and a small piece of blackened sunlight fluctuated up and down on her back.The figure standing on the black brick building in the distance is Chen Wenzhi.He saw Jiang through a Japanese telescope.Mrs. Jiang was wearing a red cloth round bellyband in the early spring of that year, revealing a man's lean back.A long-lasting warm mist rose from the back, and the distant view was blurred. Chen Wenzhi kept wiping the telescope lens with his sleeve.The female long-term worker has wonderful movements, relying on her long arms and legs to insert the seedlings in a wild way, which is pleasing to the eye.Chen Wenzhi was amazed at Jiang's field work. He spent the whole morning watching Jiang's every move from the black brick building, with an obsessive look on his pale knife face.After noon, Mrs. Jiang came out of the paddy field. She draped her cloth jacket on her shoulders, holding two dripping seedlings, and walked among the long-term workers. Her red cloth pocket bulged vigorously, even through the telescope , the wealth owner Chen Wenzhi also saw that Jiang was pregnant.

The women of my ancestors were all very fertile.In 1934, Grandmother Chiang became pregnant again.My father was longing to be born, and I looked at them from the hole on the other side of history.This is the form in which the chains of humanity hang upon me.In my imagination of my early life in the maple poplar village, the black brick building always stands.It doesn’t matter whether the Black Brick Building exists or not. The important thing is that it has become a symbol of silence, accompanied by the appearance of my grandmother Jiang, or the Black Brick Building is just a piece of scenery given to me by my grandmother Jiang, which arouses my magnificent imagination.All the elders surnamed Chen who met Jiang told me that she was an ugly woman.She doesn't have that kind of red cloth bellyband, she doesn't have the breasts of a peasant woman pushing up the red cloth round bellyband.Grandfather Chen Baonian married Jiang Jiawei, a long-legged woman, at the age of eighteen.They pray to heaven and earth to get married on the third day of the first lunar month.The Fengyangshu people gathered in the Chen family ancestral hall and drank three big pots of lard, red bean and vegetable porridge.Chen Baonian also drank around the iron pot. While he was waiting impatiently, a red bamboo sedan chair came slowly.Chen Baonian blushed, dropped the porridge bowl and cheered, "Chen Baonian's dick has a place to live!" So grandmother Jiang walked out of the red bamboo sedan chair amidst the laughter of the maple poplar people.Jiang also heard Chen Baonian's cheers.Chen Baonian took Jiang's stiff and sweaty hand and walked towards the ancestral hall. He found that the Jiangjiawei woman whose face was covered by a red cloth handkerchief was a head taller than him. His eyes slipped and finally landed on Jiang's feet. His feet were huge and strong, stepping on the Chen family's ancestral hall blankly in the shape of a figure of eight.A gray dog's tail grass grew in Chen Baonian's heart. When he knelt down in front of the statue of his ancestor to worship the world, he curled up his sharp five fingers from time to time, and pinched the hand that the woman extended to him.When Chen Baonian did this, his expression was flat, and he listened carefully to the woman's voice.The woman just groaned vaguely in the back of her throat, and at the same time, Chen Baonian smelled a stench of animal spirits from her body.

This is a scene in my family history 60 years ago, and it still deserves my aftertaste.According to legend, grandfather Chen Baonian left home seven days after his marriage to make a living in the city.Chen Baonian walked through the maple and poplar village at dawn with two good-quality green bamboo strips wrapped around his shoulders.Along the way, he devoured the pile of boiled eggs in his pocket until he reached the town of Maqiao.A group of handicraft craftsmen of various colors who held a morning market in the town saw Chen Baonian hurrying on his way, the door of the blue cloth trousers was opened, revealing the stained calico trousers inside, with a shameless look.Someone shouted, "Chen Baonian close your door." Chen Baonian said that dogs and mice are meddling, and the door is open for easy entry and exit.He threw egg shells on people's heads, and walked through Maqiao Town in a hurry.Since then, people in Maqiao Town will revisit the folk creations left by Chen Baonian when they mention Chen Baonian.The seven days after the bolted door were dark and dark.On the seventh day, the door opened, and the married Jiangjiawei woman stood at the door and poured a wooden basin of water on Fengyangshu Village.The maple and poplar women then swarmed into my ancestral house like wasps, buzzing around Mrs. Jiang.They saw that the windows facing south had been boarded up by Chen Baonian.My ancestral home is dark and damp.Jiang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at everyone with bright eyes.The smell of her animal spirit filled the whole house.She was afraid of talking, so she put a bamboo utensil between her knees recklessly to prepare for work.The women saw clearly that the bamboo vessel was a bamboo wife made by Chen Baonian, and the bamboo wife with big breasts turned out to be sleeping in the corner of the bed.Mrs. Jiang suddenly smiled at everyone, bit her thick lips, and pulled a strip from Mrs. Zhu's head. The longer she pulled, the more Mrs. Zhu's head fell to the ground.Jiang's ten fingers are thin and strong, and his work is quick, which left a deep impression on Fengyangshu people from the very beginning. "Your man is a good bamboo craftsman. A good bamboo craftsman has a fat waist, and the copper plates are falling everywhere in the waist." All the women in Fengyangshu said to Jiang in this way.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang recalled Chen Baonian, a good bamboo craftsman.His hand was ground into a bamboo knife by the bamboo knife, and she endured the cutting pain when touching it, and she thought to herself that she was a bundle of bamboo strips brought by Chen Baonian to chop and fiddle with.Dog women of Feng Yangshu, do you know that Chen Baonian is still a little fairy who can tell fortunes for women?He said that all the women in Fengyangshu would die in ten years, and the woman he married from Jiangjiawei would be a disaster to shine on the history of Fengyangshu.Chen Baonian has never read "The God of Maid".He has an astonishingly sharp sensitivity to a woman's appearance, which comes from some kind of mysterious revelation and life experience.In the past, every time he met a woman with a round face and a fat buttocks, he would chase after her with red eyes, and he would return after exhausting himself.On the first night after Chen Baonian got married, the moonlight poured into our ancestral house like water. He rode on Jiang Shi and looked down at her face, moaning and sighing non-stop.His bamboo knife hand chopped down Jiang's sleeping face.Her high cheekbones were bloodshot by Chen Baonian's bamboo knife.Jiang always woke up in pain, and Chen Baonian's hand pressing on her face penetrated into the depths of her body like a heavy charm.She desperately wanted to turn him down, but Chen Baonian sat still, like a wizard gradually falling into a magical realm.She saw that the man's pupils were very deep, and in the depths a chaotic cloud rolled into the sea.The man said to her in a low voice:

"You are a disaster." Chen Baonian repeated his prophecy during those seven late nights. I once visited the Old Bamboo Ware City in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River and searched for the ruins of the Chenji Bamboo Ware Shop along the decaying old city walls.This city has long since lost the fragrance of bamboo strips and the rural atmosphere.I stood in the shadow of the city wall with my red canvas bag on my back, and my eyes were like kudzu vines hanging down, entwining the gravel road and pedestrians.You gray-haired old people, has anyone met my grandfather Chen Baonian?Grandfather Chen Baonian heard the news of Jiang's eight pregnancy in Zhuqi City.The guy who went to the countryside to collect bamboo strips told Chen Baonian that your wife is pregnant again and her stomach is so big.Chen Baonian took a breath like a toothache and asked, how old is it?The little guy pointed to the sesame oil shop next door and said that it was as big as an oil press pan.Chen Baonian said, eight months?In the end, little man, you have to ask yourself for a few months, you can go back and sweep it, and you will be able to shoot without missing a shot, a shell gun with a hundred shots.Chen Baonian finally let out a strange laugh, sighing that the bitch woman is really full of blood.

I imagine that Chen Baonian was confused about women and childbirth in an instant.His bamboo workshop was illuminated by Jiang's women's blood. The bamboo chairs, mats, baskets, and plaques hanging on the wall and beams piled up on the ground stirred together, and the deep calls of women and babies hit his nerves.Will Chen Baonian's only childbirth scene of the eldest dog that he has ever witnessed reappear?My grandmother Chiang was once a primitive inexperienced mother.She was lying on her back on the golden haystack in the ancestral house, her pale yellow face was solemn, and she was holding a handful of hay tightly with both hands.Chen Baonian was leaning against the door. He watched the hay in Jiang's hand being pinched into yellow water droplets. He felt trembling all over his body, his energy was empty, and there was a ball of flame dancing in Jiang's eyes, which spread throughout the childbirth. It burns all the way through, until the big pup wows and crashes into the haystack.This scene is as solemn and vivid as the sunset by the river.Chen Baonian saw with his own eyes the house mice supported by the Chen family for generations jumping out from every corner of the house, singing and dancing around a pile of bloody hay. His woman greeted the mysterious house mouse with a smile on her face.In 1934, my grandfather Chen Baonian had been eating, drinking, whoring and gambling in this city, devoting himself to making a fortune, and never returned to my hometown of Maple and Yangshu.When I found the ruins of the Chenji Bamboo Ware Store in a dilapidated alley with a century of history, night fell, and the old dim street lights illuminated a figure of maple and poplar trees again. Can I still find the footprints of my grandfather Chen Baonian wandering the Bamboo Ware City half a century ago?Among my deceased relatives, the eldest dog of the Chen family stood out in our family history as a boy picking up dung.The puppies shine in 1934.He was fifteen years old this year, but his limbs were as slender as Jiang's, and his appearance resembled a clever ape.Feng Yangshu's old man is kind to keep dogs.When the dogs are lonely, they travel wild in groups and excrete black and shiny dog ​​dung on the crooked village roads.The eldest puppy is chasing the dogs with a bamboo pan all day long, busy collecting dog dung.Even if the dog dung hides in the grass several miles away, it cannot escape the pup's sharp eyes and keen sense of smell.This started in 1934.Grandmother Jiang said to the dog cubs, you go to the Arita family with a bamboo pan full of dog dung, and a bamboo pan of dog dung can be exchanged for two copper coins, so they like to use dog dung to fertilize the fields.If you have saved enough money, I will buy you a pair of rubber shoes to wear, so that your little feet will be warm in winter.The puppy stared at his little bare feet with pity, then turned his head and smiled at the mother who pushed the mill.The mother's vision pierced through the deep grinding hole, rolling painfully with the crushed bran.The puppies smelled a cold fragrance from the yellow, yellow and black bran.The pair of warm rubber shoes suddenly magnified in his hallucination, and he hung himself on his mother's stone mill for a burst of joy, and shouted, "Let my father buy a pair of rubber shoes and go home!" Jiang looked at her son like a spinning top Spinning on the millstone, the hand that grinds the mill can't stop like a maniac.Dazed, Mrs. Jiang slapped her son's buttocks and murmured, "Go pick up dog dung, and only after you pick up dog dung can you wear rubber shoes." "Will you pick it up when it snows in winter?" "Go. When the snow falls, the ground is white, and dog poop can be seen at a glance."

The pup's 1934 was busy and fulfilled by fantasies about a pair of galoshes.He staged a rebellion against his grandmother Chiang.The copper plates obtained from selling dog dung were not handed over to Mrs. Jiang but put into a wooden box.The puppy hides the wooden box in the hole in the wall to conceal the eyes and ears, and drives away a group of mysterious house mice.Sometimes the pup would stand up from the grass bed after sleeping until midnight, tiptoe over the family members lying on the left and right to observe the wooden box.In the darkness, the puppy's little face was blurred and moving, and he couldn't help stirring the pile of copper plates, which made a quiet chatter.When the love is deep, the pup will sigh like an old man, and his imagination will run wild.A box of copper plates illuminated the country boy with a bright yellow light.Looking back at the history of my family, the disaster of 1934 also befell the head of the eldest dog.The wooden box suddenly disappeared one morning.The pup's nails were scratched in the hole in the wall and turned into a little mad dog.He tied several young siblings into a ball of twists, and brandished a bamboo whip to torture them in pursuit of the whereabouts of the wooden box.The crying of children in my ancestral house shocked the whole village.Grandmother Jiang rushed back from the field after hearing the news, and saw the cruel feat of the dog cubs torturing her siblings.The violent and savage eyes of the pup made Jiang tremble all over.Is that a charm that Chen Baonian stuffed in her arms?Jiang suddenly thought that human kindness is full of evil deeds.It is like the sun and the moon running in harmony with nature.Leaning on the door and looking around at her children, she once again suspects that she is a tree with an empty nest, tossed in the wind and rain. After the loss of the wooden yoke, my house was enveloped in a sad and gloomy atmosphere.The puppy sits in the haystack in the corner all day long and monitors his home.He seemed to hear the box of copper plates rattling in a hidden place in the ancestral house.He suspected that the family had hidden the wooden box.A few times, Mrs. Jiang felt her son's eyes sweep over her, stubbornly resting on her sleepy face, as if a thorn stabbed Mrs. Jiang. "Aren't you going to pick up dog poop?" "No." "You really want the rubber shoes, right?" Jiang suddenly rushed over and grabbed the dog's hair and said, "Come here, touch your mother's seven-month-old brother and mother. Don't want him, save money and buy it for you." The rubber shoes, you clenched your fists and hit your mother's belly hard. The pup's hand touched Jiang's cliff-like abdomen that has been bulging all the year round.He saw his mother's face turned ruddy and purple with excitement and swooped down towards him, she showed a rare smile and took his hand and said, "Beat the dog, beat me, kill my brother, and mother will buy you rubber shoes to wear."This almost primitive temptation made the pup jump up. He whimpered and punched his mother's hard and plump abdomen three times. Jiang closed his eyes and let out three mournful resonances from the depths of her female abdomen.The fetus beaten by the puppies is my father. When I later heard of the whereabouts of the pup's wooden box, I couldn't help but be saddened by this splendid anecdote.I heard that in 1935 there was a flood in the south.My hometown of maple and poplar was flooded into ruins.When Grandmother Jiang escaped by paddling a bamboo raft, she saw the wooden box suddenly emerge from the foundation of the house, and seven or eight half-dead mice escorted the box to the depths of the water and sky.Jiang recognized the mice in that box.She wondered that the ancient house mouse of the Chen family was so powerful that it once transported the copper plates of the puppies deep into the foundation.She thought those copper plates must have been covered with green rust under the water, even if they dived to the bottom to pick them up, they would not smell like puppies and dog dung anymore.Where are the house mice in the water going to send the remaining wooden boxes? I told my father that I admired the amazing house mouse in my ancestral home.I also like the fifteen-year-old Uncle Pup who picks up dog dung. His father never forgot the three punches he suffered in his mother's womb.He may have always hated his late brother, the pup.From January to October 1934, my father grew up like a bamboo shoot under the ground, eager to jump out of his mother's womb.It is time for the reincarnation and leap of the four seasons, and the four hundred acres of early rice fields in the maple and poplar trees turn from green to yellow.In autumn, the background of maple and poplar country is golden, swirling with the plant smoke of 1934, the smell is complex and chewy. The perverted ethics of the hometown of Fengyangshu this autumn are still a mystery.It was harvest time in the countryside.The rooster crows in the early morning, and the pig circles in the middle of the night.In the past, the people of Fengyangshu had no sex in the whole village in October, but this autumn is a mystery.It may be the lust that winds the web of the maple and poplar.Why do the men and women who harvest the rice frequently abandon their scythes and drift away into the rice waves without a trace? Where did this wind come from?Grandmother Jiang dragged her heavy body in a daze in the gust of wind.She heard the voices of men and women coming from the depths of the rice waves, full of joyful vitality, clamoring around her and the fetus.One of her hands was gently stroking the fetus in her womb, and the other hand was clenched into a fist against her lips. The dry crying burst out from between her fingers like sesame blossoms, making the listeners shudder.They said that my grandmother Jiang cried better than the female ghost on the cemetery, full of mysterious and sad meanings. The background is still the yellow-brown soil slope in the northeast of Maple Poplar and the black brick building on the soil slope.Grandmother Jiang and father stood on the historical picture more than 50 years ago.During the harvest season, Chen Wenzhi was in high spirits, devouring a large amount of white flour every day, like a crane wandering in his 600-acre rice field.Chen Wenzhi looked at the autumn scenery from his black brick building, and the Japanese telescope kept chasing his grandmother Jiang Shi. Under the sunny October sun, he glimpsed the whole process of Jiang Shi giving birth to his father.Jiang Shi, reflected in the glass lens, is like an old doe moving surreptitiously.She was pushed forward and back by the big waves of rice, and she was golden and dazzling, looking for the old haystacks on the ridge of the field.Afterwards, she quietly lay on her back on the stack of hay, holding her disheveled hair in her mouth, and her eyes burned into two small suns in pain.It was a sunny October.Chen Wenzhi witnessed a woman giving birth for the first time.Jiang's skinny and darkened body became plump and beautiful before and after the birth of life, like a wild chrysanthemum magnified by sunlight, burning with all its might. The moment my father fell into the hay, the blood shot up to the sky, filling the autumn of the maple and poplar countryside.The sound of his strong running and crying shook the telescope in Chen Wenzhi's hand, and there was a commotion on the black brick building.After the glass lens of the telescope shattered, Chen Wenzhi gradually collapsed on the roof of the building. His expression was weak and desperate. When the servants rushed to support him, they found that the white brocade trousers were glisteningly wet. I realized that the character of Chen Wenzhi was an eccentric spirit constantly clinging to the stems and leaves of my family history.The surname of Fengyangshu Bancun is Chen, and the Chen family tree records the meager blood relationship between my family and Chen Wenzhi.Whether Chen Wenzhi and Chen Baonian's fathers were uncles and brothers of the fifth generation or uncles and nephews of the sixth generation is not important. The important thing is that Chen Wenzhi's family was famous for its wealth and wealth for many miles in the 19th century, while my family lived under a thatched hut for generations and suffered from hunger and cold.Grandfather Chen Baonian once exchanged his sister Fengzi with Chen Wenzhi for ten acres of paddy fields.I think this is how the local human relations of Maple Poplar have been eroded by the vicissitudes of generations and experienced ups and downs.The phoenix was like a beautiful leaf that fell from the lush old tree of our house and turned into mud.It is said that she was the most beautiful woman in my ancestors. She worked as a concubine for Chen Wenzhi's family for two years and gave birth to three baby boys, who were buried in the bamboo garden by Chen Wenzhi's family one after another.Some people have seen the three baby boys who were buried alive. They were cute and deformed, with unusually soft heads and golden and thick hair, but they couldn't cry.After the news leaked, the whole Maple Poplar village was shocked for many days.They heard Fengzi weeping intermittently in the Chenjia Bamboo Garden, and then she began to shake every bamboo crazily, destroying the vast Chenjia Bamboo Garden by the moonlight at night.At that time, Chen Baonian was seventeen years old and still unmarried. Standing on the stone mill outside the bamboo garden and shivering from the cold, he kept stomping his feet and shouting at his sister, Fengzi, don't destroy the bamboo, and don't destroy the bamboo of the Chen family.He didn't dare to run up to Fengzi to stop him, but stood on the stone mill enduring the spring cold and called Fengzi's sister not to destroy the bamboo, brother, pig or dog, don't destroy the bamboo anymore.The strange confrontation between the two brothers and sisters ended with the violent death of Fengzi.Fengzi shook the bamboo and slowly fell down in the bamboo garden, dying strangely.I remember that her remains were maroon-purple, like a fallen leaf caught in the annals of my family's history.More than 50 years ago, the villagers of Fengyangshu wanted to follow Chen Baonian to carry the phoenix coffin into Chen Wenzhi's house, but Chen Baonian just buried his face in the white veil and whimpered endlessly. He said, "No need, I know she won't survive. This year, no matter how she dies, she is still dead. I divination for her. Don’t blame Chen Wenzhi, and don’t blame me. How can I capture her purple light, Fengzi is a beautiful firefly flying past me in a hurry?Fengzi’s special birth is different from that of his grandmother Jiang’s. I think of the three deformed boys who were buried under the bamboo garden, and think of the genetic and reproductive theories I have learned. There is a kind of assumption and suspicion that make my eyes glaze over, and I cannot go deep into my thoughts. family history.I need Chen Wenzhi's to surface again. Among the big Chen families in Fengyangshu's hometown, only Chen Wenzhi's family is rich, and only Chen Wenzhi's grandparents and grandchildren have weird personalities and have their own eccentricities.Fengyangshu people think that the early death of Chen Wenzhi and his ancestors is the retribution of indulging in sex.They have almost monopolized the beauties of the maple and poplar countryside for nearly two hundred years.Those women entered the dark five-story deep courtyard of the Chen family, as if beautiful wild flies biting Chen Wenzhi's bodies sadly and relentlessly.After they sucked his gloomy and moldy blood, they also lost their former beauty. Later, they huddled together in the firewood shed in the backyard chopping rice or cooking, with the logo of Chen Wenzhi's concubine permanently affixed on their faces: A black and red plum blossom nevus. Occasionally, a woman with a plum blossom mole was expelled from the Chen family and wandered around Maqiao Town. She would give out that desolate smile to seduce the craftsmen in the town.When the townspeople saw the woman with the plum blossom mole, they would surround her and ask about the recent life and death of the Chen family, and about a mysterious white jade porcelain jar. I need to describe to you the white jade porcelain jars of Chen Wenzhi's house.I have not and cannot see that white jade porcelain jar.But now I see Chen Wenzhi's house in 1934 and see the white jade porcelain pot on the long table in the living room.The porcelain jar contains the absolute medicine that the maple poplar people care about.The local unofficial history of my hometown "Canghai Zhishi" recorded the absolute medicine as follows: "The family treasure is not shown. It is suspected that the wizards in Shandong made it by refining the blood of young children and girls. It is unknown whether it will strengthen the yang and strengthen the kidneys or prolong life." Even the woman with the plum blossom mole on her face couldn't explain the Chen family's elixir, they just guessed that the elixir in the porcelain jar was about to bottom out.In the late summer and early autumn of this year, Chen Wenzhi scurried around the village like ants on a hot pot. He left his servants and looked around in front of and behind other people's houses alone. In my arms, go home and close the door to concentrate on research.One of the underpants belonged to my eldest dog, who couldn't find the underpants and thought it was blown away by the wind.He put a piece of blue calico furoki at home around his waist, and left to pick up dog dung.The puppy carried a bamboo skimmer to search for dog dung all the way, and came to Chen Wenzhi's black brick building.He didn't know that someone upstairs in the black brick building was paying attention to him.Suddenly I heard Chen Wenzhi's housekeeper shouting from upstairs: "Puppy, pup, come here to do some work, give me what you want." The pup looked up at the dark building and thought, "Go Grinding?" "It's just grinding. Come on." The butler said with a smile. "Do you really want to give me anything?" After the puppy finished speaking, he threw the dog dung basket and ran into Chen Wenzhi's house.