Chapter 17 The Escape of 1934.3

This is the prelude to the burning of Chen Wenzhi's family valley by two thousand victims in Fengyangshu.After the incident, the wizard in black disappeared quietly, and no one knew where he went.Where he set up his stall, a sweat-stained black robe was hanging on an old locust tree, blowing in the wind.For many years after that, Grandmother Jiang liked to relive the fire that happened once in a century.She remembered that there were nine stacks of ears of corn in the cornfield.When the fire was burning, the golden light on the valley field was brilliant, and a strong fragrance erupted.The scent of that valley made people weep.Chen Lichun, who had lost all his wife and children, went mad in the flames. He was snaking around the Jiuduo Volcano.While wiping the tears on her cheeks, she imitated the fairy dance.Everyone cheered and stomped for Chen Lichun.Chen Wenzhi's black brick building was terrified.The Chen family huddled upstairs screaming in pain.With the support of two maids, Chen Wenzhi's skinny body remained motionless like a heron in a storm.The Japanese telescope was broken, and he still couldn't see the faces on the valley field clearly when he squinted his eyes. "Why can't I see who is that?" In Chen Wenzhi's eyes, the arsonists fluctuated like a river, and they turned the valley into a dazzling red.Later, Chen Wenzhi saw a woman carrying a child among the arsonists.The woman was naked and looked like a god of fire. She squeezed through the gaps between the men and climbed onto the corn pile, and set fire to the last corn pile with a pine oil rope. "I also lit a pile of millet. I also set it on fire." Grandma Jiang said to people in the future.She missed the wizard in black who left in a hurry.She determined that a fire had consumed the plague of 1934.When I was 18 years old and studying Mao Zedong's classics in the attic of my home, I connected the "Investigation Report on the Peasant Movement in Hunan" with the burning of the Chenjiagu Farm by the Fengyangshu folks.I look far away at my grandmother Jiang who became the god of fire in 1934. I think that my grandmother Jiang who killed Chen Wenzhi, a wealthy man, will become a glorious page in the history of my family in the future.Like my grandmother Jiang, I miss that mysterious great wizard in black.Who is he?Where is he now?

The famous Dead Man's Pond in the hometown of Maple Poplar was born after the plague.The dead man's pond is three miles away from my ancestral home.There used to be a reed artemisia pond, and a group of white geese raised by the puppy when he was eight years old used to live and play in the pond.I was very sad when I researched the origin of the dead man's pond.The old man Fengyangshu said that the five dead children of his grandmother Jiang were the first to be thrown into the pond.They still remember that the ruts left by Jiang and the ox cart by the pond were so deep and so long-lasting.The later mourners followed that mark.Buried in the pond are eighteen craftsmen wandering around the maple and poplar trees.Those are undead souls who can't rest in peace. They lie naked on the surface of the water, and a piece of blue is so shocking that the sour-sweet air of death soars into the sky.It is said that the purslane by the Dead Man’s Pond grows extremely luxuriantly, making it a good place for the maple and poplar folks to dig wild vegetables.Every morning the purslane shakes the dew, and the women of the maple and poplar trees rush towards the pond with bamboo baskets in their hands.They started fighting for wild vegetables along the bank of the pond.Plague and food shortages made women ferocious and tyrannical.They quarreled and fought by the pool of the dead almost every day.My grandmother Jiang once wielded a round scythe and cut several villagers, and she also left a jagged scar on her forehead.This scar has been radiating the light of unique feelings throughout her life, creating the world view of her grandmother Jiang.I imagined that in 1934, the maple and poplar women would all transform into female beasts, but after many years, would they gather at the head of the village to bask in the sun, gentle and old, thinking back to 1934?The scars on their faces will be as touching as medals, and will make the descendants of the maple poplar tree look in awe of the old grandmother.

I seem to see my grandmother Jiang running with her young father on her back in the bitter wind and rain in 1934, with the jagged scar on her forehead shining brightly.Pictures of my grandmother, the dead man's pond and purslane often flash before my eyes, but I can't imagine the strange pain my grandmother experienced by the dead man's pond. My grandmother, why did you come to the pond of the dead to gaze at the dead body and meditate?Your little sons and daughters and eighteen wandering craftsmen were buried in the black stagnant water.The wild vegetables by the pond have been devoured by people and dogs.You smell the sweet smell of death in the pond and shiver with happiness.It was a day in late autumn, and you heard faint thunder rolling in the sky.Your broken bamboo basket trembles on the ground, anticipating disaster.Grandmother Jiang was actually waiting for the rain.When the rain comes down, the purslane by the Dead Man's Pond pops up again.That strange red sedan chair appeared on the field ridge at this time.The red sedan chair swooped towards the pond of the dead like a bird.The faces of the four sedan chair bearers were strange and smiling.They put down the sedan chair and walked to Grandmother Jiang, and lifted her up briskly and skillfully. "Get on the sedan chair, you ugly woman." Jiang screamed and struggled in the palms of the four men, she shouted: "Are you human or ghost?" The four men laughed and carried Jiang like a bundle Dry firewood stuffed into the red sedan chair.

The sedan chair is black and red.She felt herself bump into a stiff, wet body.There was moldy dust flying in the sedan chair and the sound of the man's weak snorting, Jiang looked up and saw Chen Wenzhi.There was a trace of blush on Chen Wenzhi's sallow face, dancing wildly.Chen Wenzhi carefully supported Jiang's plank-like shoulders and said, "Chen Baonian will not come back, give it to me." Jiang shrieked and put her hands on Chen Wenzhi's cheeks to prevent the heavy head from falling on her breasts. drooping.She heard Chen Wenzhi's heart swaying in his soft and withered chest, as weak as a leaf in the wind.Her mud-stained ten fingertips dug deep into Chen Wenzhi's flesh, causing a wild cat's cry.Chen Wenzhi's black blood flowed into Jiang's hands, and he murmured: "Come with me, I will also stab a plum blossom mole on your face." A red sedan chair was shaking desperately, weak Grandmother Jiang gradually sank into the black mist and red waves and passed out.The four men outside the sedan heard a desolate voice: "I'm going to wait for the rain to dig wild vegetables."

She vaguely knew that she had been thrown into the water, but she couldn't open her eyes.The ravaged body floated like a goose feather.She heard the muffled thunder in the sky again, why isn't it raining yet?At dusk she opened her eyes.She found herself sleeping in Dead Man's Pool.The rotting stench of the dead lingered strongly on her half-naked body.Those familiar or unfamiliar dead gather around the feet in strange and changeable postures, and their sauce-purple carcasses glisten against the sunset in late autumn.A group of rats shuttled back and forth in the dead man's pond, jumping over her chest hastily.Jiang Shi numbly got up and walked over one dead body after another that was about to decompose.She thought, why is it still raining?It probably won't rain because the sun comes out at dusk.The thin, sharp evening light hurt her eyes.Jiang raised her clay hand to cover her face.She is not afraid of the dead in the dead man's pool at all, she thinks she has become a female ghost.Climbing up to the bank of the pond, Mrs. Jiang saw a bag of something in her broken bamboo basket.When she opened it, she cried out to the sky.It was a bag of snow-white japonica rice.She reached into the fire bag and stuffed a handful into her mouth, chewing impatiently.She said to herself that it was given to me by God, and walked home laughing all the way, holding the broken bamboo basket and rushing home.I discovered the indissoluble bond between Dead Man's Pond and my grandmother Jiang, and I believed in the shadow of death that straddled our family's fate.Death is a large black-blue curved roof covering grandmother Jiang's relatives from the hometown of Maple Poplar to the small southern town.There is a great catastrophe chasing my family, which makes me sad.The eldest dog of the Chen family arrived in the city on the ninth day of the tenth lunar month in 1934.He walked nine hundred miles barefoot, standing in front of his grandfather Chen Baonian's bamboo shop with his face covered in dirt and long hair hanging down his shoulders.

The bamboo craftsmen saw a boy with the appearance of a beggar sticking his head through the gate tremblingly, and the smell of sweat and dog dung poured into the bamboo shop.He stretched out a hand to the bamboo craftsmen, they thought he was begging for money, but the young man opened his clenched fist, and there was a tapered bamboo knife lying in the palm of that hand. "I'm looking for my dad." The pup said.After speaking, he supported the door frame and lowered it.The corners of his mouth were cracked with fatigue, unable to tell whether to laugh or cry.He held on to the door frame and pissed. The red urine rushed into the Chenji Bamboo Ware Shop, gurgling at the feet of the bamboo craftsmen.In the future, the puppy will remember that it was the little blind man who rushed up to pick him up first.The little blind man kept screaming strangely when he smelled the smell on his body.The dog cuddled loosely in the arms of the little blind man, staring at the little blind man through his tearful eyes. The little blind man's one-eyed eyes were so bright that he seduced the dog with a mysterious and distant blood flower.The puppy stretched its arms around the little blind man's neck and let out a long hiss, then fell into a deep sleep.

They said that the pup slept for two full days and two nights when he first arrived at the bamboo shop.On the third day, Chen Baonian picked him up and fell on the quilt three times before waking up.The first thing the puppy asked when he woke up was weird, "Where's my dog ​​dung basket?" He groped around in the small attic before asking Chen Baonian. "Where is my mother, where is my mother?" Chen Baonian was stunned for a moment, then he slapped the puppy and said, "Why are you still awake?" The puppy covered his face and looked at his father.He came to the city.Thus began his city life.Chen Baonian didn't let the cub learn to be a bamboo craftsman.He took the pup to show him the rice vat in the city, and then took out a bamboo pan from the rice vat and handed it to the pup: Puppy, you scour ten skips of rice every day to make a big pot of rice, which is so dry that you can eat in the city.You are not allowed to steal my bamboo knife again, and when you are eighteen years old, dad will pass on all the eleven unique skills of bamboo utensils to you.If you steal this or that, your father will beat you every day until you are eighteen.

The puppy sits at the back door of the bamboo shop and guards a large iron pot for cooking.He was always holding a yellowed bamboo stick in his hand, thinking wildly, his eyes were dull, and Chen Baonian's oilcloth apron was hung on his body.In the autumn of 1934, the city was covered with white mist, and people, houses, and chimneys were only a short distance away from the puppies, but they were ethereal.The bamboo strips in the dog's hands were folded into sections and dropped at the back door of the bamboo shop.He saw a woman standing on the steps of the sesame oil shop opposite, looking here.She was wearing a shiny blue cheongsam and stood with her bare arms akimbo.You couldn't tell if she was a woman or a girl, she was small and plump, her expression was coquettish but childish.This is the first appearance of the little woman ring in my family history.She must appear before the puppies, separated by the wet city streets and a huge cast-iron pot.I think this is a specific historical meaning. The little girl Huanzi is destined to become a special visitor to our family and have an eternal connection with us.

"Are you Chen Baonian's son?" "Is your mother pregnant again?" The little woman Huanzi suddenly crossed the street and bypassed the big iron pot, and the scent of smoked flowers swirled under the blue cheongsam and began to move in my picture.Her white shoes were stepping on the bamboo strips on the ground, creaking softly.The pup stared intently at the white shoes and broken bamboo slivers on the ground. His blood rushed left and right under his abdomen in the form of maple and poplar trees. He covered the bottom of his coarse trousers with the other hand to move the white shoes with rings. "Don't crush the bamboo strips, don't crush the bamboo basket."

"Your mother, is she pregnant again?" Huan Zi moved her white shoes and put her hands on the pup's hedgehog-like head.The puppy's fifteen-year-old body trembled like grass under Huanzi's palm.The pup distinguished the women in the world under that palm.She closed her eyes and thought of her mother in the country under the inducement of the ring.The pup said: "My mother is pregnant again and is about to give birth." Before his eyes, the abdomen of my grandmother Jiang swelled, and another fluffy baby was about to be born in the abdomen that had been punched by him.The puppy looked tremblingly at the abdomen covered by the blue cloth of Huanzi. He felt that there was a beautiful flower hidden deep there.Is Huanzi pregnant?

The puppies entered the city at the time when my grandfather Chen Baonian's bamboo business was booming.Every day, countless bamboo wares are piled up like mountains and transported to the river wharf and the railway station by large carts.The puppies slipped past the workshop in front of the cauldron at the back door, grasping the window lattice with both hands to watch the bamboo carts.He saw Chen Baonian swimming around the bamboo mountain in front of the door like a fish, the light green color of the bamboo flashing across his face.Chen Baonian appeared to be cut through the window lattice.The pup found that his stubby legs and well-developed upper limbs belonged to the familiar maple and poplar man, while Chen Baonian's black face had been deformed by the city, and he looked heroic and a little bit of a man's lethargy.The puppy found out that his father was a chimney rising in the city, and his mother couldn't see the chimney at all.The old bamboo craftsmen I met are still moved by the dog cub stealing the bamboo knife.They said that the puppy's eyes glowed when he saw the bamboo knife, and he fell in love with Chen Baonian's ancestral big-headed bamboo knife.He stole the bamboo knife countless times and let Chen Baonian take it back.The old bamboo craftsmen always think of the scene where Chen's father and son chased around for the bamboo knife.At that time, Chen Baonian became unusually violent and violent. He carried the big-headed bamboo knife he had taken back, and hit the pup on the face with the wooden handle.When hitting it, Chen Baonian's eyes flashed the tyrannical fire that is unique to the men in our family, and he listened carefully to the sound of the pup's flesh and bones breaking.They said the strange thing was the pup, how could he not be afraid of the bamboo knife handle, he stood stiffly against the wall to greet Chen Baonian, his face was bruised and he didn't even cover it.I have never seen such a father... Why do you say the puppies keep stealing that Tell me again why Chen Baonian is afraid of losing the big-headed bamboo knife? I have never seen that ancestral big-headed bamboo knife.I have no idea.I just thought of the factor of bamboo in the blood of maple poplars.If my grandfather Chen Baonian and uncle Gou Zai were a bamboo, if their emotions were a bamboo, everything would go beyond our thinking.I can write my family history without stepping into the void left by my predecessors.I too will turn into a bamboo. I just love that bamboo uncle pup.I imagined that I saw the small attic of Chenji Bamboo Ware Shop in the old bamboo wares city.There used to be a puppy and his friend Xiao Blind.Attic windows glowed faintly red in the dark, and the red light came from their eyes.When you look up at the attic, your heart is moved, you see people above people's heads, they spy on us from the attic that no longer exists, they hang in the void of 1934.In this attic, Chen Baonian's workshop can be seen at a glance through the small window.His face was swollen and festered all day long, like a restless red poppy in the darkness of the attic.He watched the bamboo workshop at night by the window.He waited for the arrival of the little girl Huanzi from the sesame oil shop.When Huanzi came, she would always hold the white shoes in her hand and walk barefoot through the pile of bamboo wares under the attic. Like a female cat in Huaichun, she jumped over the bamboo wares all over the floor and pushed open the door of my grandfather Chen Baonian.As soon as the ring pushed the door open, a dappled light flooded into my family's history.My uncle's puppy was burned by the light, and he rubbed his injured face against the cold bamboo wall.pain. "Where is mother, where is mother?" The puppy stared at Chen Baonian's door, and he heard Huanzi's meowing wetly flowing out of the door to float up the bamboo workshop.This voice is not Grandmother Jiang's, when she and Chen Baonian were entangled naked on the old bunk in the old house, the pups knew that she was as silent as a dead tree.The sound gradually rose and floated up the puppy's attic.The puppies levitate.His hands were boiling in the coarse cloth crotch like boiling water. "Mother, where is mother?" The pup's body shrank into a ball like a snake, and his scarred face twisted and finally let out a virgin air.I now know about this loft.In the attic lives the dog's friend, Xiao Blind.I have also conceived of a cause for the puppies' violent masturbation.Maybe my vision is real.The dark red blood flower in the little blind man's one eye appeared in front of me.My family's grandparents have been unable to escape the temptation of strange sex for generations.I think the pup imitated his friend Xiao Blind under the light of the blood flower.Anyway, the old bamboo craftsmen recalled that in 1934, there were yellow and white traces of semen everywhere on the attic of the bamboo shop.I had to push the little blind man into my imagination again and again.He is a vague black dot on the branches of our family extending into the city, making me curious and confused.My grandfather Chen Baonian and uncle Gou Zai were all attracted by him for a time, and even continued to me. When I was looking for the little blind man in the old bamboo crafts city, I went to almost every old bamboo craftsman's house.I was devastated when I heard the news that he had burned to death.I told those old bamboo craftsmen that I really wanted to see that one eye. Keep thinking.Is the crime of the puppy peeking at Chen Baonian having sex with the little woman Huanzi that year? Is it a tragedy instigated by the little blind man?The pup crawled to his father's door and peeped in. He saw the father on the bamboo bed and the two white legs of the little girl Huanzi, with the ancestral big-headed bamboo knife hanging above their heads.The little blind man said, just look at it as a surprise, so don't shout.But the pup lay on the door panel and suddenly yelled sharply: "Ring, ring, ring!" The pup cried and fell from the door.He was dragged into the room by Chen Baonian.He was not at all afraid of the naked and pale Chen Baonian, but hot tears dripped from his eyes when he saw the ring of the blue cheongsam standing on the bamboo bed.When the blue cheongsam was fastened on the ring, he said: "You dog, you dog!" Later, Chen Baonian hung the dog from the beam of the house all night. His face was painless, and he just looked at the window of the attic.The little blind man was in the attic caring for the bound puppies.The little blind man trained the lust of the fifteen-year-old pup.His influence on the puppies has reached the point of perfection.I tried to summarize that unique influence and education, and found that it was a black life curve.money woman woman birth death This black curve is especially strong around the puppy, who hangs prematurely on the track point "woman" and vacates.Legend has it that this is how the puppy got typhoid fever.In the winter of 1934, Gou Zai was sickly lying on the small attic, counting the black hairs that fell off his head.The hair still smelled of maple and poplar dog droppings.He cut those hairs into strands and threaded them through the holes of the tapered bamboo knife invented by the little blind man, and the tapered bamboo knife with hair tassels emitted typhoid fever in the small attic.My grandfather Chen Baonian could always smell this strange smell when he climbed into the small attic.He put his hand into the pup's dirty and warm bed to measure his son's vitality, and he couldn't help but wander in thoughts.The former Chen Baonian was reproduced on the puppy.Chen Baonian stroked the pup's increasingly bald forehead and said, "Puppy, you are very sick, do you still want Dad's big-headed bamboo knife?" The pup fell silent under the covers.Chen Baonian said again: "What do you want?" The puppy suddenly choked up, and his body moved painfully under the quilt, "I'm dying...I want a woman...I want a ring!" Chen Baonian raised his slap and put it down again.He saw that the flames of death had begun to dance on his son's face.When he fled from the small attic with his head down, he heard the dog cries hoarsely, "I want rings, rings, rings, rings." This winter, the bamboo craftsmen often saw the little blind man carrying a seriously ill puppy to bask in the sun outside the house.They walked through a bamboo workshop and knocked open the back door, and sat together in the sun.At noon, Huanzi, a little girl from the sesame oil shop, often hangs her clothes to dry on the street.Various clothes with beautiful and lovely rings fluttering on a bamboo pole.The city has also turned into a blue cheongsam, pattering down the water droplets on the ring.The little woman's round moon-like face was exposed outside the blue cheongsam, looking forward to the wind, she giggled and shook the wet blue cheongsam towards them.Huanzi knew that there were two sick men sitting at the back door of the bamboo shop. (I heard that the little blind man suffered from gonorrhea from the age of eighteen to forty.) She flung her raindrops coquettishly at them.How strange I was to the winter of 1934.I have no certainty of describing the ancestors who have been active in the family history this winter.I heard that my grandfather, Chen Baonian, also went to bask in the sun with his pup on his back.Then he and the cubs would watch the little woman hang her clothes while she was drying them.Do I know what it must have been like for these three people to look at each other through their blue cheongsams? What would it have been like for the three of them to have been illuminated by the winter sun in 1934?But the ending is what I know.I know that Chen Baonian finally said to his son: "I will give you Huanzi, you son of a bitch, don't die. I will send Huanzi to the countryside. As long as you live, Huanzi will be your wife." Chen Baonian was in the bamboo shop The back door said to the puppies.This afternoon the pup was dying.Sitting at the door, Chen Baonian boiled a pot of warm water, then hugged the puppy and washed his head with the warm water in the pot.Chen Baonian rubbed Meili brand soap on the puppy over and over again, so that the smell of dog dung on the puppy's head disappeared completely, and the scent of the city came out.I also know that this afternoon the little woman Huanzi was standing behind her clothesline, twisting her wet blue cheongsam, leaving a puddle of pale blue water on the street.