Chapter 3 Chapter two

Say a few words about Dingzhuang. Dingzhuang is located on the south of the road from Tokyo to Wei County, and there are three streets in the village.There is one street from east to west, and two streets from north to south.One of the two streets is Xinjie.If there is no new street, the street in Dingzhuang will be in the shape of a regular "ten", but with the new street, the street shape will be "earth".My grandfather came out of Xinjie, sat in my second uncle's house for a while, and then went back to school.To Zhuangnan, one and a half miles away, there used to be a Guan Gong Temple. The school was in the side room of the temple, and Guan Gong was in the main hall.People in Dingzhuang would go to the main hall to offer incense if they wanted to get rich.Don't believe in Guan Gong, believe in selling blood.

Believe in selling blood, and build this new school. After the new school was built, grandpa would also live in the school. On a land of more than ten mu, in the wilderness of the plain, a wall of red bricks and flowers was built, and a two-story building was built on the uppermost part of the east, with large windows installed on the windows. Class 1, Class 1, Class 5, Class 1 had wooden signs, a basketball hoop was erected in the school yard, and a wooden sign of "Dingzhuang Elementary School" was hung beside the iron gate at the gate, which was the school.In addition to my grandfather, there are two teachers in mathematics and sports in the school.Both of them are young people from Waizhuang. They stopped teaching when they heard that Dingzhuang had a fever.

Never again. Death is not coming. In the school, my grandfather was the only one left, guarding the doors, windows, glass, tables, chairs and blackboards of the school, guarding the bitter days of fever and disease in Dingzhuang and the plain. In the school, there is still the sulfur smell of new bricks and tiles.In the middle of the night in deep autumn, the smell of sulfur is stronger than Xinjie in Zhuangli.Every time Grandpa smells the sulfur smell of new bricks and tiles in the school, his anxiety will calm down and he will think of many things.At this time, dusk passed, and the stillness on the plain, the endless stillness, surrounded the school, like fog spreading over the school.Grandpa sat on the base of the ball stand in the middle of the campus, looking up at the sky, letting the moisture of the autumn night slide over his face.He was a little hungry and only ate one meal a day when he went to Wei County.Because I was hungry, I felt a little flustered.Because of the panic, my heart felt like a rope.Every time the thin rope hurts, his shoulders tremble for a while.

With a flick, he remembered what happened in the spring of that year again. The events of that spring were spread in front of my grandfather like grass, green trees and hair; clearly, they were spread in front of him like moonlight. The Lord saw what happened in the spring of that year, and it was clear. When the wind blows, the leaves sway and sway, shoulder to shoulder.This time, the spring of that year came.The director of the county's education bureau also came, leading two county cadres to the village to mobilize blood sales.It's mid-spring, and there is a lot of spring warmth in the village, and the fragrance of the street hits the nose.The director of education went to the village head Li Sanren in this incense, and told him that the higher ups were going to organize the people to sell blood.

Li Sanren opened his mouth wide in shock and said, "My God, you want to sell blood!" Opened his mouth wide: "God, let the people sell their blood!" Li Sanren didn't go to a meeting to mobilize Dingzhuang people. Three days later, the director of education came again and asked him to organize Dingzhuang to sell blood. He didn't speak, just squatted on the ground and smoked. Another half a month later, the director of the education bureau came again, looking for Li Sanren, and stopped mobilizing him to organize the blood sale in Dingzhuang.He was no longer mobilized, but his village chief was withdrawn.

He was removed as the village chief for forty years. The meeting was announced and then withdrawn. After withdrawing, Li Sanren still opened his mouth wide and did not speak for a long time.At that meeting, the Director of Education personally mobilized Dingzhuang to sell blood, and he said a lot at the meeting.After talking about it, I talked about developing the blood plasma economy and trying to make the people rich and the country strong. At the end, I stared at the villagers and called out: "Did you hear what I said? I beg you Dingzhuang people, please!" Say something, you can't, I've been talking here for a long time, and your ears are forgotten on the bed at home!"

He called, and the frightened chicken flew far away from the venue, cooing and cooing.The frightened dog stood up from its owner and barked angrily at the chief.The dog's anger frightened the owner again. He kicked the dog on the stomach and cursed: "Bar! Bar! You dare to bark at anyone, you dare to bark at anyone!" At last, the dog ran away barking. At the end, the director of education threw the documents in his hand on the table and sat down discouraged.After sitting for a while, he went to school to find my grandfather. In school, my grandfather is not a teacher.But my grandfather is a teacher.The oldest teacher.When he was a child, he could read, memorize, and calculate the birth date and horoscope on the "Perpetual Calendar".After liberation, the higher authorities asked Zhuangzhuang to have a literacy class. Dingzhuang set up a primary school in the Guandi Temple in the south of Zhuangzhuang. My grandfather went to be a teacher in the Guandi Temple. Learn to write with wooden sticks, and later, the superiors sent a teacher who specializes in teaching, and gathered the students from Liuzhuang, Huangshui, and Lierzhuang to the Guandi Temple in Dingzhuang, and the teacher began to teach "upper" Bottom middle, left middle right", and "Our country is the People's Republic of China, and the capital is Beijing", and "A group of wild geese fly south".After my grandfather stopped teaching, he worked odd jobs at school.Ring the bell.Keep things in the temple from being stolen by others.

This management lasted for decades. The teacher's salary was salary, and my grandfather's salary was the excrement and urine in the toilet.All the shit and urine belonged to the land planted by my grandfather's family, and it passed like this year after year.Year after year, after decades, the village has regarded my grandfather as a teacher. The school does not regard my grandfather as a teacher when it pays wages, but there is a shortage of teachers. Grandpa has become a teacher. Grandpa is not a teacher.Grandpa is also a teacher.When the director of education above went to the school to look for my grandfather, my grandfather was sweeping the yard at the school. When he heard that the director was looking for him, his face blushed, he threw away the broom in his hand, and hurriedly walked towards the school gate.I walked hurriedly, and when I saw the director of education standing in the school gate, the excitement on his face was like the autumn scenery.

My grandfather said: "Director, Director, sit in your room." "Stop sitting," said the bureau chief, "Mr. Ding, all bureaus and committees in the county are mobilizing farmers to sell blood. The Education Bureau has divided 50 villages into mobilization villages. I haven't said a word about mobilization since I arrived in Dingzhuang." It hit a nail." My grandfather said: "Selling blood?!" The bureau chief said, "You have high morals and high prestige. Dingzhuang has no cadres at this time, so you have to show up at this time." My grandfather said, "My God, let's sell blood?" The director said, "The Education Bureau must mobilize 50 Xueyuan villages. If you don't come forward in Dingzhuang, who will come forward?"

My grandfather said: "God, it's mobilization to sell blood." The director said: "Mr. Ding, you are a scholar, why don't you even understand the reason why people's blood and springs sell more and more like springs." Standing there, the bewilderment on Grandpa's face was like the dry winter on the plain. The Director of Education said: "Mr. Ding, you are not considered a teacher when you ring the bell and watch the gate at the school, but I have approved the school to report you as a model teacher several times. Every time you become a model, you are awarded certificates and money. Now my education You didn't complete the task given to you by the director, so you look down on me, the director, right?"

Standing at the gate of the school, my grandfather remained silent.Without saying a word, he remembered that every year when evaluating model teachers, math teachers and Chinese teachers had to compete.In this dispute, no one gave in, and finally reported him to the county.The county approved him to be a model teacher, and when he went to the county, he received a certificate and money.He didn't have much money, enough to buy two bags of chemical fertilizers, but the certificate was bright red, and it was still posted in his house. The director of the education bureau said, "When other bureaus are mobilized, they mobilize 70 or 80 blood source villages. I can't even mobilize 50 or 40 villages. How will I be the director of the bureau in the future?" My grandfather said nothing.The students in the school are all looking out of the door and window, with a piece of watermelon on the door and window. Those two teachers, who were never a model, were also watching, with strange lights on their faces, and wanted to talk to the director, but the director didn't know them at all. The director only knows my grandfather. The director said: "Mr. Ding, I won't let you do other things. I just want you to tell the people in Dingzhuang that selling blood is really not a big deal. It is true that blood is the same as springs. The more you sell, the more prosperous it is. Just these few words In other words, just this little thing, you don't want to do it for the Education Bureau, do you?" My grandfather finally muttered, "Then I'll give it a try." The director said, "That's right, just a few words." The bell was rang again, and all the village people were called to the village center. The director asked my grandfather to speak a few words to the village people, explaining the reason why blood and spring samples are sold more and more prosperously.My grandfather stood under the locust tree in the center of the village, looking at the black people in the village for a long time, and said to them in a serious manner: "Come on."My grandfather said: "Follow me to the river beach in Zhuangdong to have a look." The Zhuang people followed him to the dry river beach in Zhuangdong.In mid-spring, there is rain, but Kedingzhuang is naturally located on the ancient road of the Yellow River.A fall is thousands of years.The villages here are all located on the ancient road of the Yellow River.They have been located for hundreds or thousands of years.Although the sandy beach was very dry, it had rained in mid-spring after all.My grandfather found a shovel, held it in his right hand, and walked in the front.The director of education and the cadres of the county followed behind him.The villagers also followed him, came to the river beach and picked up a piece of moist, squeezed the sand in their hands, and dug in the sand.Water was dug out.Half a pit of water.Where did I get a broken bowl, scooped it up, and scooped it up again; bowl after bowl, thinking that the water in the pit was about to be scooped up, but after a while, there was still half of the water in the pit. In the end, I didn't scoop it up, but it became more and more prosperous. My grandfather threw the bowl on the sand, wiped his hands, and glanced at the people in Dingzhuang: "Did you see it?" He said in a loud voice, "This is human blood, the more you scoop it, the more prosperous it is." "If you don't scoop dry, the more you scoop, the more prosperous you will be." After finishing speaking, the master turned his attention to the director of education: "The school is still waiting for me to go back and ring the bell. If I don't ring, the children won't know that get out of class is over." The director didn't care about whether the students finished class or not. He looked at my grandfather, then glanced at the people in Dingzhuang, and shouted: "Understood? Scoop up water that can't be dried, blood that can't be sold. The blood is like this spring water." , it's science." Finally, he kicked the bowl on the sand to one side and said: "Whether you are poor or rich is up to you; whether to take the golden road to become well-off, or to cross the single-plank bridge and become a pauper—your Dingzhuang is the whole county. The poorest village is jinglingly poor—whether you are poor or rich, go home and think about it." The director said: "Go home and think about it." "Think about it," said the director, "other counties have sold blood for a long time, and the buildings in the village are built one after another, but your Dingzhuang has been liberated for decades, the Communist Party has led you for decades, and socialism has done it. For decades, your village is still a row of thatched cottages." The chief left after speaking. My grandfather left. The people of Dingzhuang also dispersed.When they go home, it is up to them whether they are poor or rich. At dusk, a wild desolation thickened on the Gudao river beach, and the dark red sand on the face glowed in the setting sun, dark brown and bloody red.The crop field in the distance, the smell of green trees in the wheat field, floated over, and walked on the sandy beach. Swinging away, like the invisible water ripples. My dad didn't leave.Did not leave the ancient river.Did not leave the puddle my grandfather dug.He had been standing on the edge of the puddle watching.After looking at it, I bent down to the pit, drank water, washed my hands, and then laughed. Dad put his hand into the pit and dug, and the puddle became a living spring.The spring water was gurgling, and the water overflowed from the edge of the pit and flowed towards the dry sandy land. The chopsticks flowed away. Like a willow branch, it flows farther and farther. My twenty-three-year-old father just laughed. In the second half, my grandfather went to bed. Fell asleep. Had a dream.In the dream, the matter of selling blood was blowing towards him by the night wind, and he could clearly see the ins and outs of the fever.The ins and outs of selling blood.The coming and going of Yin Fu.It's like understanding many things about planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, and many things about planting beans and getting beans. The room where he slept was on the side of the school gate, with red brick walls and a flat roof, with a bed and a table inside; outside, there were pots, stoves, stools, bowls, chopsticks, and pots.My grandfather has understood one thing countless times, that is, he only needs to clean up the two rooms neatly, put the stools in the outer room under the wall before going to bed, put the dishes and chopsticks on the chopping board, and put the bucket of drinking water on the stove. Under the stage; in the inner room, just put the half box of chalk ends you picked up on the upper right corner of the table, and put the pile of old books and homework you picked up on the table.Put those things where they should be put, and let the two rooms be in order, and my grandfather's night dreams must also be in order, until the next day when he wakes up and opens his eyes, the dreams at night are still wheat. Dou is Doudi floating in front of his eyes, he will not forget a word, not a single detail. My grandfather cleans his house every night before going to bed. His dreams must be as clear as a good student's homework. In his dream, he clearly saw the matter of selling blood that year. The head of Dingzhuang, the first blood station in the county, was tied up with a bang, and the dark green canvas shed gleamed with green radishes in the sunlight.The white wooden sign with the five big red letters of the county hospital's blood station was erected under the tent, but no one in Dingzhuang sold blood all day long.The next day, no one went to sell blood.On the third day, Director Gao of the Education Bureau went to see my grandfather again in his jeep, and talked to my grandfather again at the school gate. He said, Mr. Ding, the county magistrate wants to remove me as the bureau chief. What do you think about Dingzhuang's blood source? He said, I will not make things difficult for you, Mr. Ding.I will send two trucks tomorrow to take people from Dingzhuang to Cai County for a visit.Cai County is a model county for getting rich in the whole province.You just need to organize for me to send one person from each family to visit Cai County. He said that when going to Cai County, not only will each person receive a subsidy of 10 yuan per day, but they will also be allowed to visit the February 7th Memorial Tower when passing by the provincial capital.Go to Asia Department Store to have a look. Said, I'm sorry, Mr. Ding, if you help me organize people from the village to visit, you will stop ringing the school bell in the future, and Dingzhuang Primary School will no longer need to be run. After finishing speaking, the director sat in a jeep and walked to other villages.On the endless plain, the sound of the jeep was softer than that of the tractor.My grandfather was standing at the gate of the school, looking at the smoke behind the jeep, his face was pale with a pale layer.He knew that Cai County was an extremely poor county in another area, but he didn't know how Cai County became a model county for getting rich in the province.Director Gao was blowing away like the wind, so my grandfather had to go to the village to mobilize and notify every family, so that each family would send someone to Zhuangkou to wait for the county's big truck to visit Cai County tomorrow morning. Ask, did you really go to subsidize ten yuan per person per day? My grandfather said, Director Gao said, can he not give it. Ask, are you really asked to go to the provincial capital to take a look after the visit? My grandfather said, Director Gao said, can he get out of the car and take a look? In this way, people and things were mobilized, paving the way for Dingzhuang to sell blood, like spring planting the foundation for autumn harvest.When my grandfather saw the scene of Dingzhuang people visiting Cai County in his dream, he sighed on the bed, turned over, and two tears hung on his eyes. Cai County is more than 300 miles away from Wei County. When the people of Dingzhuang got up early and arrived in Cai County by truck, it was already close to noon.I don't know which township in Cai County I visited Shangyang Village. Once the car enters the boundary of Cai County, it is like driving into heaven.Unexpectedly, in the villages on both sides of the road, every family lived in western-style buildings.They are all two-story buildings with red bricks and red tiles, and the rows are drawn neatly as if drawn on paper.Flowers were placed in front of each house.Holly trees were planted in the courtyards of each family.The streets are paved with concrete.There is always a square sign with a red border and a yellow background on the wall at the door of each house.Some of the signs hang five shining five-pointed stars, and some hang four five-pointed stars.Needless to say, those with five stars are five-star blood-selling families, those with four-stars are four-star good blood-selling families, and those with three stars are ordinary blood-selling families. Director Gao took the people from Dingzhuang to Shangyangzhuang to visit. When they came out of this house, they went into another house.Unexpectedly, Shangyangzhuang looks exactly like the city. Zhuang alleys are named "Guangming Street", "Datong Street", "Sunshine Street" and "Happiness Street".There are compiled house numbers and numbers in front of each house.The original mud pig pens and native chicken coops in front of each house and in the courtyard were all concentrated on the village head.Pig pens and chicken coops are also low walls built with red bricks.In every house, the refrigerators are placed at the door to the left of the door, and the TVs are placed on the red rack opposite the sofa.The washing machine is in the bathroom adjacent to the stove.The doors and windows of each house are aluminum alloy.The boxes, cabinets, and combination cabinets of each house are all red lacquer printed with yellow flowers.The beds in each family are covered with satin quilts and cashmere blankets, and the room is filled with a fragrant smell. Director Gao was at the forefront. My father followed behind the chief. The people of Dingzhuang all followed behind my father. I saw a few women from Shangyangzhuang coming from the other side of Zhuang Street, talking and laughing, everyone was carrying a few catties of meat and a bundle of fresh vegetables in their hands, and asked them if they were going to buy The food is ready, they said where to buy food, they went to the village committee to pick up the food.It is said that each family goes to the village committee to get vegetables every day when it is time to cook. If they want spinach, they go to the spinach rack to get spinach, and if they want leeks, they go to the leek rack to get leeks.If you want to eat pork, go get pork, and if you want fish, go to the fish pond to catch a fish. The people of Dingzhuang looked at the women in disbelief, the doubts on their faces were as thick as the city walls.Dad asked is it true? He said no.The women cast a cold glance at the people in Dingzhuang and at their father, and then they all went home to cook.As if their father's question had insulted them, they didn't bother to talk to them anymore, and after they left, they turned their heads and gave him a disdainful look. My father just stayed there, standing on the neat and clean street of Shangyangzhuang, when he saw another woman in her thirties approaching with fish and vegetables, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop her and said, "Hey, you fish, this woman Are the dishes really divided? The woman in her thirties looked at Dad with suspicious eyes in turn. Dad asked, where do you get your money every day? The woman rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, revealing a needle-like red sesame seed on her arm, and gave Dad a sideways look. When you come to Shangyang to visit, don’t you know that Shangyang is a model blood source village in the county and province? Don’t you know that every household in our village sells blood? Dad looked at the sesame-like needle eye on her arm, and after a long silence, took a breath for her and asked, does the needle eye hurt? The woman smiled and said that it was a little itchy in the rainy day, like it was caught by ants. Dad said again, don’t you get dizzy when you sell blood every day? The woman looked at her father in surprise again, and said how could she sell it every day, not even once every ten days or half a month.Don't let you sell your body and still feel uncomfortable, just like holding back milk and not feeding it to a baby. That's the end of the question. Let the woman carry the fish and vegetables back to her home at No. 25 Guangming Street. Dingzhuang people began to disperse on the Zhuang Street in Shangyang again, in the courtyards with two rows of buildings, in the pig pens and chicken coops in Zhuangtou, or in the kindergarten with red tiles and green roofs in front of the village, and in the back of the village. Small schools that don't see dust, see what you want to see, ask what you want to ask, you can't help but believe that they are blood-sourced model villages in provinces, regions, and counties, and their heavenly days are sold by selling blood.The district and county blood stations are built at the crossroads in the middle of the village. Like the hospital, a red cross is erected on top of the entrance. Doctors come in and out from there. The daily work is to draw blood and test, and then classify them Various types of blood plasma were concentrated into large bottles of ten kilograms each, sterilized, sealed, and then pulled to other places after treatment. Dad went to the blood station to have a look, and then he and a few young people in the village walked through the widest street called Kangzhuang Road, and saw a club in the middle of the street.The club is full of young and middle-aged people, all of them with red faces and high spirits, playing poker or chess, watching TV, reading novels while eating melon seeds, and playing table tennis, which is only played by the school and the city. .Because the spring is warm, the heating on the plain has been so strong that it looks like early summer. They don't plant the land, but play in the club, but it seems that they are planting the ground. Beads of sweat hang on everyone's forehead.Playing cards and chess to the point of excitement, and rolling up the sleeves of their shirts, screaming and exerting force, they all saw that these young and middle-aged men were like the thirty-year-old woman, with needle holes on each arm. , like a piece of black and red sesame seeds drying there. After watching for a while, Dad and the people from Dingzhuang came out of the club, standing on the wide and flat concrete street, letting the bright sunlight shine, enjoying the strong fragrance of flowers and warmth from Shangyangzhuang. Roll up the sleeves of your cloth shirt to your elbows, bare your forearms, and let the sun shine on the skin and flesh of your arms, like sections of carrots placed on the street superior.The smell of flesh and flesh emanating from that arm permeates under the sky of Shangyangzhuang, half-lived and half-smelly, like a stream of muddy and silt-laden river flowing past the clean street. They looked at their smooth arms and said— Damn, we are human beings, so we are not human anymore! They patted their arms without a scar and said— His grandma, sell it.Even if you die, you have to sell it. They twisted the blood vessels on their arms with their hands, and twisted the skin and flesh of their arms until they were green and purple, like pork belly on a pig—— In your eight lifetimes, only your blood and arms are precious, right? Dingzhuang began to sell blood. Ding Zhuang went crazy with a bang. At Zhuangtou, at the crossroads, in someone’s idle room, or sweep the abandoned cowshed, take out a door panel and wash it, put the door panel on the cow trough, and put it on. Needles, needle tubes, alcohol bottles, and the glass bottles of blood drawn on the beams of the cowshed, this is the beginning of buying and selling blood. There are bloody plastic tubes and blood plasma bottles hanging like vines everywhere in Zhuangzi.Sterilized cotton balls and used needles were thrown everywhere.Broken needle glass and blood vials were everywhere.Blood bottles and barrels of Type O, Type A, Type B, and Type AB were placed and hung everywhere.The ground was covered with falling blood drops and spilled red plasma, and the air was full of red bloody smell all day long.On the branches and green leaves in spring, because the leaves breathe the dark red smell and taste every day, the leaves of the Chinese toon tree, elm tree, and paulownia tree all start to have some light red blood.The leaves of the locust tree are thin and soft. In previous years, the new leaves were light yellow under the sun, and the thread-like tendons were brownish-black green. But this year, the new leaves turned pale pink. The leaves are red, and the veins are so red that they turn purple-brown.The blood station of the veterinary clinic was set up under a pagoda tree in Zhuangxi. Because of the large amount of blood collected, I didn’t expect that the yellow leaves of the pagoda tree would be as red as the persimmon leaves in autumn. Sophora japonica leaves are much larger and thicker. The dogs in Zhuangzi, smelling the smell of blood, ran towards the blood station every day, and ran out biting some cotton wool that had been wiped with blood after being kicked, where they hid and ate the bloody cotton wool in their stomachs. . Doctors and nurses in white coats were so busy in Dingzhuang that their foreheads were soaked in sweat, they walked up and down, as if they were rushing to a temple fair.Everyone they saw told them to press the cotton wool on the eye of the needle for five minutes, and then for five minutes.Pressing it for five minutes has become the mantra of every doctor and nurse. The doctor told me to drink sugar water after the blood was drawn, and the sugar in the shops in the whole county was sold out, so I had to go to other provinces and cities urgently to adjust the sugar and buy it. The doctor asked him to lie down on the bed and rest for three days after the blood was drawn. All the streets and alleys of Dingzhuang were sunny, and the courtyards or street gates were filled with bamboo and wooden beds. At this time, Ding Zhuang appeared the character of my father at the right time. There is a cycle of blood selling in Dingzhuang. According to each person's age, blood type and physical condition, most people in Dingzhuang from 50 to 18 years old are issued a blood collection card, light yellow, Kraft paper, half an inch wide and two inches long, with your name, age, blood type, and common diseases written on the front, and a form drawn on the back, recording the date and quantity of each blood you sell.According to this card, it is stipulated that someone can only sell it once every three months, and someone can only sell it once every two months.Fortunately, most of them can sell blood once a month.Part of it is because they are young, between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five, and their bodies produce blood quickly, so they are asked to sell a bottle every half a month. In this way, the blood station can only become a mobile station, stationed in Dingzhuang Village this month, and then go to Liuzhuang, Huangshui or Lierzhuang the next month. In this way, it is no longer convenient for people in Dingzhuang to sell blood. They can no longer hold rice bowls while eating and drinking, while raising one arm in the air, hanging a blood bottle on the belt, and finally have enough food. , A bottle of blood is also full, and the money is in hand.People in Dingzhuang couldn't go to the field as usual, and when they went to the blood station to sell a bottle of blood, they took the hundred-yuan note to the sun to check its authenticity, and when they saw the head of a great man in the note, they smiled. The red light was brilliant like the light of the blood bottle shining under the sun. In this way, one day suddenly, my father came back from the city with a bag full of needles, syringes, alcohol swabs and glass bottles of blood.When I got home, I put these things on the bed, took out a board from the nest of the pigsty, and wrote the words Dingjia Blood Station on the board, and my father went to the center of the village under the locust tree, and picked up a piece of paper. The stone smashed the bell, and shouted at Ding Zhuang: "Anyone who wants to sell blood come to me, Ding Hui—they pay 80 yuan a bottle, and Ding Hui's blood collection costs 85 yuan a bottle—" After calling a few times, the people of Dingzhuang really came out of the house and surrounded my house. They all surrounded our house.The Ding Family Blood Station was born at noon of this day. Half a year later, Dingzhuang gave birth to more than a dozen private blood stations. They collected blood and sold it to my father, who would sell it at a higher price until midnight. blood collection car. In this way, Ding Zhuang sold his blood and went crazy.On the plains, selling blood is crazy.Ten years later, the fever came down like rain, and everyone who had sold blood was infected with the fever.A dead person is like a dead dog, like a dead ant. As soon as the leaves fall, people are gone, and as soon as the lights are extinguished, people are reborn.