Chapter 16 The Escape of 1934.2

This happened in the barn in the backyard of the Chen family.The barn was huge, steaming with fragrance in the afternoon sun.The pup was dragged in by the butler, and suddenly became dizzy. He had never seen so many raw grains.He vaguely saw a few boys and girls in the village sitting eagerly on the grain pile, chewing and chewing a lot of raw grain. "Where is the mill? Where is the mill?" The butler patted the pup's head, twisted his mouth in a strange manner, and said, "It's over there, you don't push the mill and push you." The puppies were pushed deep into the barn.Where is the stone mill?Only Chen Wenzhi was sitting on the mahogany grand teacher's chair, with golden grain crumbs all over his body, and a white jade porcelain jar between his knees.Chen Wenzhi smiled at the puppy very lovingly, and he saw that the puppy's small face perfectly blended the characters of Chen Baonian and Jiang Shi, making it simple and cute.Chen Wenzhi asked the puppy, "Why hasn't your mother been in the field for a few days?" "My mother is going to have a baby again."

"Your mother..." Chen Wenzhi bent over and suddenly came over to untie the dog's shame-covering bag.The pup screamed and jumped up. At this moment, he could clearly see the white jade porcelain pot rolling on the ground, and some muddy liquid with a strange smell flowed out of the pot.The pup couldn't help feeling sick when he smelled the smell. He knelt down and covered the blue flower cloth with both hands, feeling Chen Wenzhi's bony hands twitching his waist.Faced with the bizarre behavior of Feng Yangshu's biggest character, the puppy is at a loss, and wants to cry but has no tears. "What are you going to do? What are you going to do?"

At this moment, the smell of dog dung condensed on the puppies filled the air like a fog.He smelled strongly of dog dung on himself.The pup's eyes were wide open, trembling like weeds under Chen Wenzhi's hands.When his budding semen rushed to Chen Wenzhi's palm at a gushing speed and was dripped into the white jade porcelain jar, the pup burst into tears, crying incoherently, "I'm not a dog, I want my rubber shoes, give me my rubber shoes." shoes." Later, my eldest puppy really left Chen Wenzhi's house with a pair of new rubber shoes.When he returned to the slope, he saw the purple sun shining on his dog dung basket in the evening, the village was full of cooking smoke, and the wild dogs that appeared on the northwest slope were biting and barking in a pile.The pup was running stumbling up the slope with his new pair of rubber shoes in his arms. The smell of dog dung on his body was getting stronger and stronger, and he began to be afraid of the smell of dog dung.That night, Grandmother Jiang called the pup all the way to the desolate cemetery. She saw her son lying on his back in a piece of spicy Polygonum grass, holding a pair of black rubber shoes that were rarely seen in maple and poplar.The pup fell asleep, his eyelids trembling in shock, and the expression on his little face changed rapidly in his dream.In addition to the smell of dog dung, the puppies smelled of fresh semen.Confused, Jiang picked up the pup, looked down at her son and found that he was already very old.The pair of black rubber shoes were held tightly by the son in front of his chest, as if a catastrophe had fallen in the family of grandmother Jiang.In 1934, the news that Fengyangshu Village sent 20,000 moso bamboos to cities in all directions was published in Shanghai's "Shenbao".That is, in this year, the bamboo craftsman business grew like a bamboo shoot in March in my hometown.At least half of the men gave up their work in the fields and grabbed big bamboo knives to make a lot of money.Chi la chi la The sound of splitting strips echoed in every household in Maple Poplar, and Chen Wenzhi's 300-acre paddy field was covered with barnyard grass.My old home of maple and poplar was drowned in a restless atmosphere.The cause of this commotion began with my grandfather Chen Baonian's fortune in the city.The people who went to the city to transport bamboo came back and said that Chen Baonian had made a fortune. The bamboo couches, bamboo mats, bamboo baskets and even small bamboo baskets and stools made by Chen Baonian were now sold at a good price. People in the city recognized the brand of Chen Ji Bamboo Ware Shop.Chen Baonian built a wooden building.Chen Baonian put on gold rings on his left and right hands and went to the hall to suck the white-faced sleeping woman. Before leaving, he took off the gold rings and threw them on the bed.

Grandmother Jiang heard the news later than others.She used to ask people everywhere with her lips blankly, and she said, do you know how much money Chen Baonian earned enough to buy 300 acres of land?People stared at this dirty and thin woman with dark feelings, and said nothing.Mrs. Jiang was stunned for a while, and then asked, is it enough to buy 200 mu of land?Someone suddenly snickered at Mrs. Jiang, and quickly answered, Chen Baonian said that he would not give you a single copper coin for how much money he had. "That one hundred mu of land can always be bought." Grandmother Jiang said to herself.She hissed, and slid her hands down her shriveled breasts, resting on her raised belly.Her fingers twisted together after touching my father's head, holding the unborn baby extremely tenderly. "Chen Baonian is so stupid." Jiang's lips trembled, she lowered her head to think about it, reveling in the flowing and changing thoughts like clouds.People found that Jiang's withered expression was beautiful and stupid at the same time.

In fact, I imagined that Jiang Shi was a half-crazy woman at this time.Jiang followed the men who met Chen Baonian in the city everywhere, and shot their pocket waistbands with fiery eyes. "Where's Chen Baonian's money?" The corners of her mouth twitched, her hands spread out, and she swayed around those men like a ghost. When the men waved away Jiang Shi, some kind of sad flame burned in her chest. Until his father was born, Jiang did not receive any money from the city.Bamboo craftsmen gradually flocked to the city on Chen Baonian's heels.1934 was the time when the maple poplar bamboo craftsmen fled. It is said that by the end of this year, the bamboo workshops founded by the maple poplar people had spread to various cities in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River.

I think the yellow mud road of maple and poplar may be born from this.Grandmother Jiang witnessed the process of this route from desolate to busy.She held a scythe on the side of the road this autumn, aimlessly studying those who were far away from home.This year, one hundred and thirty-nine new and old bamboo craftsmen passed by the Huangni Avenue with their luggage and left their hometown of maple and poplar.This year, Jiang's memory was outstanding, and she remembered almost everyone's voice and smile.Since then, the Huangni Road has been entangled in grandmother Jiang's memories of her hometown like a giant python.

The Huangni Road has since entered into my family history.The members of my family and Fengyangshu Township gathered closely together, and countless pairs of bare feet trampled on the land of their ancestors, and hurriedly wandered in the direction of strange cities.Decades later, I vaguely heard the rebellious footsteps piercing through history, and I lost my mind.Women in your hometown, why can't you keep a man to live and die with him?Women shouldn't be like my grandmother Jiang, sinking in the depths of the sea of ​​bitterness, maple and poplar trees shouldn't be a village for women.

The 139th bamboo craftsman is Chen Yujin.Grandmother Chiang remembers that Chen Yujin was the last one.She was on the side of the road.Chen Yujin and his woman ran wildly along the yellow mud road one after the other.Chen Yujin wore a bamboo strip around her neck.She fled with a bamboo knife in her waist, and the jade-gold woman chased after her with disheveled hair and bare feet.Yujin's woman let out a strange howling sound like the autumn wind, and she was very good at running.She caught the man.Then Jiang saw the big fight between Chen Yujin and his wife for the bamboo knife on the road.Mrs. Jiang heard Chen Yujin's hoarse, thunderstorm-like confiding voice.She said you fool, who will cook for you in the city, who will do the laundry for you, who will fuck you, if you don’t want it, I’ll take it. You let me go, I’ll cut off your fingers and let you go to the city to make bamboo ware.The morning the couple fought over a bamboo knife was suffocatingly long.The man's face was full of unhappiness, and the woman's heart was full of worry and anger.Grandmother Jiang looked at the scene on the yellow mud road in reverence, and her heart was so moist that she was carrying a straw basket and was about to go home. When she heard Chen Yujin's roar of a trapped animal, Jiang turned her head and witnessed Chen Yujin slashing and killing the woman detail.In the cold light splashing, scarlet blood burst up like flames, mottled and blurred.Chen Yujin's young and magnificent body fell down on the yellow mud road with a loud noise.

How did the blood on the yellow mud road form the shape of a lotus that morning?Chen Yujin's cracked blood permeated the mist of early autumn, slightly sweet.My grandmother Jiang jumped onto the main road, raised her round scythe across a pool of blood, and chased Chen Yujin who had killed his wife and fled.A road of yellow mud was overturned and sunken under Jiang's feet. She was running staggeringly with her eyes wide open. Her cry of chasing and killing Chen Yujin actually belonged to our family. What the people in the field heard was Chen Baonian's name: "Chen Baonian...a killer...catch Chen Baonian..." I know 139 maple, poplar, and bamboo craftsmen who have crossed the river and entered the prosperous towns in the south.It was these one hundred and thirty-nine bamboo craftsmen who ignited the fire of the bamboo industry and opened up a brand-new handicraft industry in the southern cities.Fengyangshuren's bamboo workshop gradually set off a wave of water flooding the beach.In 1934, my grandfather Chen Baonian's Chen Ji Bamboo Ware Shop became famous in the city.

I heard that the Chenji Bamboo Ware Shop has gathered the best of the three religions and nine ranks of local ruffians and scoundrels, who have the strength to fight against any natural disasters and man-made disasters.The black bamboo craftsmen gathered under Chen Baonian's command, all of them were quick in thinking and strong in skill, like a dragon entering the sea.Chen Baonian loved them so much that he vaguely felt that when he picked up a pile of dirty miscellaneous wood to chop firewood and lit a fire, the flame would burst up and make him fearless of the cold and loneliness.Chen Baonian had been in the city until 1934, and he had become an exquisite craftsman and a well-rounded owner.His shop has done a lot of lively and evil business, and his bamboo wares are in the hands of eighteen apprentices.All of them are stained with brilliant evil, and they are unstoppable in the bamboo market.When I was researching the history of the development of Chenji Bamboo Ware Shop, I was deeply seduced by the shadows of the eighteen disciples.I once visited an old man nicknamed Little Blind near the site of Chenji Bamboo Ware Shop.He died in the fire three years earlier.Neighbors said that the little blind man was very old when he died, and that his hut was full of bamboo wares that had been piled up for many years. One night, the bamboo wares in the house suddenly caught fire, and the little blind man was buried by bamboo skeletons and ashes half a meter high, like an ancient tomb. mummy.He is the last glory of Chen Ji Bamboo Ware Shop.There are many anecdotes about my grandfather's relationship with the little blind man for my reference.It is said that the little blind man was born in a miserable life and was an abandoned baby in a brothel in the south of the city.How he grew up, even he can't figure it out.When he stares at people with one eye, you will find a pale blood flower carved in his left eyeball.The little blind man often recalled the origin of the blood flower with glory and dreams.When he was five years old, he fought with a dog for the bacon that fell from the eaves of someone's house. He bit the bacon in his mouth first, but the dog's claws of hatred penetrated deep into his eyes.Later, he met Chen Baonian in his broken rickshaw.He talked about the past of the dog and the blood flower again, and Chen Baonian felt lost when he heard it.The similar memories of dogs screwed them together. Chen Baonian would get into the rickshaw of the little blind man every time he came out of the hall in the south of the city. They recalled many stories about dogs and life in the blinking of the little red light.Later, the little blind man sold his broken rickshaw and went to Chen Ji Bamboo Ware Shop with a box of soju on his back to learn from a teacher.He soon became Chen Baonian's first confidant disciple, and he bloomed alone like a wild sour plum on the edge of our family history.In August 1934, the robbery of three grain ships by the Chen Ji Bamboo Ware Store was planned by Xiao Xiazi and Chen Baonian.This year there was a food shortage, and famine covered the cities and villages.But no one knows why Chen Ji Bambooware, whose business is booming and rich in resources, wants to grab three boats of brown rice.I investigated the lives of Chen Baonian and the little blind man, and estimated that this stemmed from their childhood dream of food when they couldn't eat enough.If you have an innate desire to loot food, you might have followed Chen Ji Bamboo Ware Shop and jumped onto the grain ship in 1934.You will be like more than a hundred bamboo craftsmen from the countryside lurking on the pier with grain bags and waiting for the moon to set in the middle of the night.You see the leader of the food grab, the little blind man, who was the first to jump onto the grain boat, holding a conical bamboo knife in his mouth, his one-eyed blood flower was dazzling, and he waved a huge grain bag wildly, you will also jump up and hug On the grain ship.In a quarter of an hour, all the brown rice was cleaned up, and the boatman was pushed into the river to make him cry.This incident happened in the vast world half a century ago, and it seems authentic and credible.I believe it's just a sign of some kind of social change, a brighter or darker halo.It is said that after the grain grabbing incident, the Bamboo Craftsman Gang naturally formed in the city.They surround Chen Baonian's bamboo ware shop with stars and moons, and their symbol is the small and sharp tapered bamboo knife.What is worth remembering is this tapered bamboo knife. On the eve of robbing the grain ship, the little blind man created it by moonlight.Shaped like a dagger, it can be hung around the waist through perforations, and can be stuffed into the pockets of trousers and jackets.The little blind man chose dried bamboo from our hometown to cut this kind of hidden weapon. He showed the knife to Chen Baonian, "Is this thing good? Go ahead." My grandfather, Chen Baonian, fell in love with the tapered bamboo knife right away.Since then, the rest of his life has been embracing the sharp and delicate tapered bamboo knife.Chen Baonian, Chen Baonian, do you think of the end of the world when you walk around the city with a tapered bamboo knife on your waist?

One day, a dog in the country was called to the bamboo forest at the entrance of the village by a stranger.That man went to the maple and poplar trees to harvest bamboo.He told the puppy that Chen Baonian had brought him something.In the bamboo forest, the stranger solemnly handed over a tapered bamboo knife to the pup. "Your father gave it to you," said the man. "Give it to me? Where's my mother?" the pup asked. "I brought it to you, your father asked you to hang it." The man said.When the puppy took the knife, he touched the strange and exciting urban atmosphere on the knife.He seemed to see Chen Baonian's face from the slender blade of the bamboo knife, which was vague but strong.The bamboo knife is very light, and the whole body has a light green luster. The puppy looked at this mysterious thing in the sun, and stabbed the knife twice in the palm of his hand. The stabbing sensation made the puppy yelp, and then he smiled at the bamboo forest.He was afraid that others would see it, so he hid the knife in a dog dung basket and took it home. That night, the pup stared at his father's tapered bamboo knife under the moonlight, without sleep for a long time.The clumsy imaginations of rural teenagers and puppies are fully aroused by bamboo knives, surging along the muddy ground of the old house.He thought of the city where bamboo craftsmen lived, imagined the houses there, the big girls, foreign carts, groceries, and his father's shop, from time to time he moaned excitedly.Grandmother Jiang finally woke up.She climbed onto the pup's grass bed, and groped the pup's forehead with her hands that smelled of firewood.She felt her son nudging limply against her breasts like a feverish puppy.The son's eyes were wide and bright, and there were two strange cones of light shining. "Mom, I'm going to the city to be a bamboo craftsman with my father." "Good pup, your forehead is so hot." "Mom, I'm going to the city to be a bamboo craftsman." "Good pup, don't talk nonsense to scare your mother. You are only fifteen years old and can't hold a big-headed knife. You haven't married a wife and have children. How can you go to that ghost place in the city? Pus and sores on the top of your head, you let Chen Baonian rot in the city, that stinky bone that dogs don’t eat and cats don’t lick, puppies don’t want to go to the city.” Jiang restrained her heavy sleepiness and rambled, she raised her hand from the wall Pick off a handful of dried mint leaves, dip it in saliva and stick it on the pup's forehead, stuff the pup into the cotton wool again, and fall asleep again.In fact, this was a cataclysmic night in my family's history.The countless house mice in my ancestral house opened their red eyes vigilantly that night, and their squeaky barks almost echoed every moan of the puppies.The thatched cottage in the dark is shaken by a deep rhythm.The pup's naked body continued to emit scorching mist and stick out of the bed. He heard the rats, and he focused on looking for the house rats, but he couldn't see them, but his throbbing heart had already communicated with the house rats. .At the moment when the house mouse was suddenly calm, the pup stood up from the grass bed like a sleepwalker, and familiarly picked up the dog dung basket in the corner of the room and opened the firewood door.A road running at night is sprinkled with the mellow autumn moonlight. A night run road into the depths of 1934.Bare feet and shoulders shrugged, the puppy ran hurriedly on the yellow mud road of maple and poplar trees, fireflies flickered everywhere, withered grass and leaves flew low in the night wind, and mysterious undercurrents swirled in the black and infinitely stretching rice fields, floating the puppy The lithe body is like floating a fleeing fish.Moonlight and water drift together.The pup looks back at his maple and poplar village soaked in the September night miserably.There is no dog barking, maybe the dog is used to listening to the cub's footsteps.The village was silent, frozen and melancholy, only a lot of thatched grass fluttered in the wind on the roofs of each house, like his mother's hair. He vaguely imagined that his mother and a group of younger siblings were huddled on the big bunk at home, sleeping dreamlessly, full of ashes. The scent of vegetables circulated and blended in the house, and the pup suddenly slowed down and howled like a wolf for a few times, then stopped abruptly.That night, he found an amazing number of dog dung piles on the yellow mud road.Dog dung piles dotted past his tearful eyes.The pup picked up dog dung while driving, wrapped it in the little cloth jacket he took off, and when he reached Maqiao Town, the little cloth jacket was almost torn.The puppy let go of his hand, and the cloth bag fell on the head of Maqiao Bridge. He didn't look back at the dog dung. The next morning, when my grandmother Jiang opened the door, she saw the black rubber shoes left by the puppies on the stone steps.Autumn frost has just fallen, and the black rubber shoes are covered with crystals like powdered salt, and there is a pool of water stains under the shoes.From the front of my house to the yellow mud road, there are footprints of puppies, winding and undulating, full of thoughts, ten toe prints are like ten sad broad beans.With disheveled hair, Jiang followed the footprints and called the pups all the way to Maqiao Town.Someone pointed her to the bag of dog dung on the bridgehead, and Jiang picked up the cold dog dung and cried loudly.She threw the dog poop on the onlookers and walked back alone.Along the way, she saw countless piles of dog dung casting beautiful black light on her.The more she cried, the more beautiful the black light of dog dung became, and then she started to dodge, and vomited when she smelled it. I would recite a poem by a strange southern poet.That poem moved me like a song and weeping.When my father was seriously ill last year, I told him the story of father and son with my back to his hospital bed. Poetry is the most charming in the smell of medicine in the ward. Father and I We walked side by side The autumn rain took a break and the previous rain seemed like years ago We walked in the rain and the rain Between the shoulders clearly leaning together But there is no word to say We just came out of the house So there is no word to say the words said This is the sound of dripping water caused by living together for a long time, like breaking a branch Twigs father and I both harbor unspeakable walk peacefully My father understood.His ears have always been very sensitive.Looking at my back, he suddenly smiled, and I turned my head and found on my father's old face the unique expressions of Chen's descendants in the early stages of life: joy with high transparency and sorrow like cumulus clouds.In the snow-white ward of the hospital, I saw my father as a baby, and I clearly heard the sound of raindrops breaking twigs in the history written in the poem.On this day my father spoke loudly to me to escape the dumb state.I stare at him like a baby and that's how I pray for my father's resurrection. Was the father's birth untimely?Or it was the fist of the uncle's dog that drove the father out of the mother's womb early.Father was born with six purple-blue birthmarks and plunged headlong into the disaster of 1934. In 1934, cholera was prevalent in the villages with a radius of 700 miles around the maple and poplar trees, and the rural scenery was gloomy.Father felt the plague in the air in his ancestral blackened bamboo cradle.His arms were always pinching in the air, and the sound of crying was thrilling.After the ancestral cradle contained the father, it called out in distress like an ancient erhu. The whole family became restless and irritable in that sound, and countless wars broke out between the children and children around the cradle.Grandmother Jiang's postpartum life was dark and dark.She washed all the dirty blood-stained clothes in the pond, and looked down at her little son with a big wooden basin. She found irregular mysterious shadows dancing on the baby's face. On the eighth day after she was born, her father began to refuse Jiang's breastfeeding.Grandmother Jiang was in constant panic. Her heavy breasts were scratched and bruised. She suspected that her milk had become dumb due to the plague that was rampant in the countryside.With an idea, Jiang squeezed the milk into a large bowl and fed it to the grass dog.Then she held the bowl and followed the straw dog to the outside of the village.Gradually, she found that the dog's head drooped, and the dog fell by the river pond.It was the sheepdog of the rich man Chen Wenzhi's family, with golden and fluffy fur.The Chen family's dog tried its best to touch the pond water with its mouth, but it couldn't reach it.Jiang was deeply irritated to hear the dog's desperate and frantic low bark.She smashed the big sea bowl, hurriedly buttoned the open skirt, and ran away from the dying dog.She vaguely felt that her breasts, which had nurtured eight children, had been cultivated to become fine, full of hatred and destructive factors, and now they were as unstoppable as gold and stone.She suddenly suspected that her own breasts had spread the plague on the maple and poplar countryside. Grandmother Jiang dreamed at night that she had turned into the legendary disaster girl, spraying poisonous miasma all over her body, singing mourning all the way, flying like a fairy, wandering the whole maple and poplar village.That dream lasted for a long time, and Jiang cried and laughed to death in the dream.The children were awakened, sitting in the dark on the straw bunk analyzing their mother.Chiang likes to dream.Jiang Shi didn't want to wake up.Do the kids know? Father's cradle became quiet one night. At that time, the baby's face was red and his pulse was as thin as a gossamer. His last cry called Grandma Jiang.Jiang's eyes were blurry but clear, still in a dream.She lifts the baby's burning body like a breeze out of our house.In the dream, the mother and son are running lightly in the late rice field.This night, the sky above the hometown of Maple and Poplar is bright and clear, and the air is filled with gelatinous night dew.The night dew is cool and sweet, dripping into the thirsty and hungry baby's mouth.My father sucked greedily.His precarious life was also washed by those thousands of drops of night dew, and green branches and green leaves burst out again.My father has always believed that more than half a century ago, my grandmother Jiang invented the miracle of feeding babies with night dew.It will always be a miracle, even in the vast and magical history of my family.It was a miracle that allowed my father to get through the bad years drinking from the natural essence of the countryside.The descendants can see the dark halo of 1934 along the father's lifeline.Many of my maple and poplar folks failed to escape the plague like barnyard grass lying on the ground.The ghost of violent death sneaked into the depths of the land of maple and poplar trees, screaming wildly.The sky and the earth are gloomy and gloomy, and the creatures and ghosts are all in one, like a huge group of duckweeds struggling and drifting in the stagnant water, blowing away with the wind.Grandmother Jiang's five young children joined the ranks of the undead within three days.Those were the first deaths of my ancestral relatives. They lined up on the big grass bed, and their five little faces were as black as charcoal after being burned by the cholera germs.Their eyes were all staring at their mother indifferently as if they were yesterday.Mrs. Jiang burned incense overnight in my ancestral house, and the rising cigarette smoked the five dead children into a simple and simple fragrance.Jiang sat on the ground with her knees hugged, watching for her children.She heard a great bell beeping all night to call her children.When the sun came out the next day, after the cigarettes dispersed from the house, Mrs. Jiang began the funeral.She carried the five dead children one by one onto an ox cart. The boys and girls lay on their backs, their faces covered with green zongzi leaves.Jiang tied his father around his back and pulled the ox cart and set off.My family's funeral ox cart sluggishly moved forward on the yellow mud road.Dozens of funeral processions scattered on the yellow mud avenue from beginning to end.The mourning horns rang in the dark, shaking 1934.Women's high-pitched mourning songs are everywhere, including my grandmother Jiang's unique one.In her funeral songs, there are many rhythms of sending off the husband, which is weird and rich in details.Jiang pulled the ox cart and searched for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable grave.She was surprised to find that the mountains on both sides of the yellow mud road were almost tombs, and there was no open space. Countless new tombs were born in the maple and poplar countryside like dog dung piles.Later, the ox cart stopped by a large pond.Jiang leaned on the back of the bull and looked around blankly.She didn't know how she got out of the mighty funeral crowd. The big pond was dark green and silent, and the weeds beside the pond were luxuriant and no one was there.She heard the distant sound of mourning horns lingering in all directions, and the countryside seemed boundless immersed in this sound.The morning wind disturbed my grandmother Jiang's thoughts, and her eyes gradually filled with a dark fire of nothingness.She grabbed the bull's rein and slowly pulled it towards the pond.Stepping barefoot in the mud of the pond, there was a cold stimulation that made Jiang scream.She began to carry her dead children into the water one by one. After the five children sank to the bottom of the water, continuous colorful bubbles appeared on the surface of the water.Jiang stared at the blistered feet gradually sliding into the depths of the pond.At this time, the father who was wrapped around Jiang's back suddenly cried, and the cry seemed to come from heaven and moved Grandma Jiang.Jiang, half-submerged in the water, turned her head and asked her father: "What's the matter with you, what's the matter?" The baby's father looked at the sky and cried unrestrainedly.Suddenly Jiang sat paralyzed in the water. She violently pulled her hair and shouted to the south: Chen Baonian, Chen Baonian, come back quickly. Chen Baonian was in a city eight hundred miles away from maple and poplar trees, holding a cat-like little woman in her arms and staring at the street outside the bamboo shop.Outside is the city of three or four years.My grandfather Chen Baonian recalled his dream.He dreamed that five bamboo baskets fell from the beams of the house, jumped towards him and burned in his arms.He was burned awake.He doesn't want to go home.He stayed away from the plague and the disaster of 1934.I heard that a wizard in black appeared in my hometown during the plague epidemic.He set up a stall in Maqiao Town to dispel evil spirits and suppress demons.There is an endless stream of people coming from all directions to invite immortals.Grandmother Jiang went to the town with her father on her back and witnessed the black-clothed wizard with her own eyes.She saw a northern man in a black robe standing between the ghost-headed sword and the yellow mounted paper, and she felt her eyes light up and her whole body was excited.She pushed forward desperately in the crowd and squeezed out a straw sandal on her foot.She let go of her voice and shouted to the black-clothed wizard: "Bane, where is the Bane?" Jiang's hoarse voice was drowned in the noisy voices.That day, thousands of Fengyangshu people bowed to the black-clothed wizard and prayed to God, hoping that he could point out the source of the plague in Popang Township.The wizard sang and danced, wielding the bronze ghost-headed broadsword, rising and falling.Finally flew to the ground.Jiang saw blood oozing from the tip of the knife, pointing to the southwest direction of the yellow mud road.You see.The crowd stood on tiptoe together, looking to the southwest.I saw milky white mist steaming on a piece of soil slope in the distance.The scenery is blurry and graceful.There was only one black brick building crouching like a giant beast, spying on this group of people in Maqiao Town.The words of the wizard in black captivated Maqiao Town: There is an evil spring hidden in a jade pot in the southwest, if the jade pot is not empty, the disaster will never end My maple poplar folks were in a commotion.They stared sadly and angrily at the black brick building in the southwest. At this moment, the magical witchcraft made them suddenly realize that the eyes of men, women and children saw the plague bacteria rising from the black brick building. The tree swooped around powerfully.They know that the overflow of evil springs is the source of plague. Chen Wenzhi Chen Wenzhi Chen Wenzhi Chen Wenzhi Chen Wenzhi Grandmother Jiang saw a white jade porcelain jar magnified by witchcraft in the void.She seemed to hear the sound of the evil spring boiling in the jade jar.All the Fengyangshu people only heard about Chen Wenzhi's jade pot, but it was the mysterious black-clothed wizard who made them appreciate the splendor of the jade pot.On this day, Grandmother Jiang and the enlightened folks chewed the name of the rich man Chen Wenzhi together.