Chapter 5 Chapter 4.1

Ma Xianglin was buried, and patients with fever came to the school one after another to eat and live. Winter is here.It was very cold, there was a snowfall, and the heavy snow was fluffy.Float hard overnight and it will turn white.The whiteness of the world.The plain is like a piece of paper.Some brittle, some cottony paper.Villages are like things drawn on paper.People are like chickens, pigs, cats, dogs, and ducks dotted on paper.And donkeys and horses.Winter is here. There are people with fever in Dingzhuang, and Tianhan has nowhere to go, so most of them are willing to run to the school.Schools have become playgrounds for fever patients.It used to be Guandi Temple, but later it became Dingzhuang Primary School.By now, it is about to become a playground for fever patients.The coals and firewood prepared for the students to warm up in previous years were brought to the sick.If there is a fire, the sick will come more and more.Li Sanren's fever was in the middle and late stage. He ate, slept, and boiled Chinese medicine at home. His wife didn't take good care of him, so he came to school, and he didn't want to go back when he came.There was a smile on his pale face, and he said with a smile:

"Mr. Ding, shall I come to live in the school?" Li Sanren really moved his bedding to the school.The school is better than his home, the walls of the house are not ventilated, and there are firewood for cooking.Sometimes I eat with my grandfather, and sometimes cook it by myself in a room upstairs. Winter is here. As soon as winter came, another person died in the village who had never sold blood, but also got a fever.Her name was Wu Xiangzhi, she was just over thirty years old, and she was not yet twenty-two when she married Ding Yuejin.At that time, because she was tender and timid, she fainted when she saw blood, so the man coddled her, so he sold his own blood to death and refused to let her sell it.But now, her man sold blood and was still alive, but she had not sold a drop but got a fever and died.A few years ago, her milk fed a girl, and her girl died of a fever before her.So I have to believe that fever is contagious in one way or another.They all moved to the school in a hurry.

Most of the sick moved to live in the school. The second uncle also came to school. The second aunt sent the second uncle to the gate of the school. The two stood in the snow. The uncle said to the second aunt: "You go, there are many patients here. I don't know who will pass it on to you if I don't pass it on to you." The second aunt was standing outside the school gate, with snowflakes floating on her head. The second uncle said: "You go, dad is here, I can't suffer." The second aunt left.His daughter-in-law left and walked a long way, and the second uncle called to the snowy field far away: "Remember-come and see me every day!" After confirming this, the daughter-in-law heard her and saw her pointing at him. In the end, he still didn't go to school, he was still standing there looking at my second aunt.

Crazy hope. The infatuated look, as if they would never see each other once the second aunt left, Uncle loves my aunt. Love the world. My second uncle had been suffering from a fever for several months, and the initial discomfort had passed. Although he didn't even have the strength to carry half a bucket of water, he could already eat a steamed bun and drink half a bowl of soup.At the beginning of the year, a fever hit him, thinking it was a common cold and fever, but after a three-month plateau, his body began to itch.Overnight, snake gallbladder sores appeared everywhere on his face, waist and legs.I was so itchy that I wanted to bang my head against the wall.There is also an inexplicable pain in the throat.Stomach churning and overwhelmed every day, even though I knew I was hungry but couldn't eat.Take one mouthful and you can't spit out two mouthfuls.At that time, he knew that he had a fever, and he was afraid that the disease would spread to my aunt and his baby Xiaojun, so he moved out of the main room and lived in a side room, and said to his aunt: " I will die in three days and two days, and you will marry someone with Xiaojun, and marry far away like others, leaving this ghost place of Dingzhuang."

On the other hand, I went to say to my father: "Brother, both Song Tingting and Xiaojun went to Wei County for testing. They didn't have a fever. You must find a way to keep their mother and child after I die. She can't remarry as soon as I die. Let me die without peace of mind." Uncle loves my aunt. Love the world. He remembered that he was about to die soon after he had a fever, and tears rolled down his face. The second aunt said, "Why are you crying?" He said: "I'm not afraid of my death, but it's too pitiful to keep you. If I die, you can lead a small army to marry someone."

But he went to my grandfather and said: "Father, Tingting listens to you, no one in the world loves her more than I do, and no one is as good to her as I am to marry. Since this is the case, it's better for you to always persuade her to let her go. She will stay at home and not marry in the future." My grandfather never said anything about not allowing people to remarry. My grandfather said: "Second child, if you live well, she will not marry." My grandfather said: "There are exceptions to everything. It is said that cancer is a terminal illness, but there are some people who have cancer and live for ten or eight years."

The second uncle lived for this exception, and started pouring two glasses of white wine to drink when there were two cooking dishes.Second Uncle's greatest distress in life is that he is not yet thirty years old, and Auntie is only twenty-eight, but she really doesn't let him touch her every night.She refused to even hold her hand, and my uncle felt that it was meaningless to try to live for the exception. He wanted to talk about it with others, but he didn't know where to start. Uncle loves my aunt. Love the world. But when my aunt was heading back to the village, my uncle was watching her from afar at the gate of the school, but she forgot to look back at my uncle.Uncle just stood there, looking at aunt's back for a long time, he didn't cry, but bit his lower lip.

Biting his lower lip hard, he kicked a stone hard on the ground twice. Suddenly the school was overcrowded.There are no young students, but dozens of adults.Most of them are men and women in their thirties to around forty-five.They are all separated according to my grandfather's intention. Men live in the classrooms on the second floor, and women live in the classrooms on the first floor.Some brought beds from home, some got a few boards from somewhere, and some made beds by combining desks.The faucet in the head of the building always flows water non-stop.There was the sound of talking like water in the courtyard.The two rooms next to the faucet used to be empty warehouses for the school, with a few broken tables and broken chairs piled up there, and now they are used as cooking stoves for sick people.Your family set up a pot at the door, and his family set up a case under the window. In a blink of an eye, the room was so crowded that there was no place to put your feet or shoes.

The snow in the yard was trampled out into a patch of mud. The bottom of the stairs is full of earthen pots and grain bags. My grandfather was busy at school, saying to put this here and move that there.The most useful things in school, such as blackboards, chalks, homework and textbooks that students left in the classroom, were locked in a room.Locked some new desks and chairs into the house too. Students no longer attend classes.But the school is useful after all.There are people.My grandfather got busy, his old face was covered with youthful sweat, and his hunched back seemed to be straightened.Although the gray hair is still blooming, it is also a little greasy and shiny, instead of the dry gray hair.

Put aside the desks in the second-grade classroom and place the stools in the middle of the classroom, which is the meeting place for fever patients.At this meeting place, the patient who was not very good at cooking said: "People are dying, and if they cook by themselves, it is better for everyone to get together and eat." The patients in the family all set up their own stoves to cook and eat, which cost firewood and food. If each family is required to exchange food for the head of the patient, it will save firewood and food. The most important thing is that it is said above that if we have room and board together, we will be subsidized with fine flour and rice.If you eat other people's food, you will save yourself, and you don't need to cook every day when you are sick. Why not eat together with everyone.

My grandfather held a meeting for all the patients in the classroom.My grandfather is a teacher. Although many people here can't read a few words, most of those who can read have been taught by my grandfather. They are his students.Almost everyone here is adults, but no one is as old as my grandfather.This is the school, and the school is under the management of my grandfather.The people here are all sick, and there are people who can't see tomorrow today, only my grandfather has no fever, and my grandfather is not afraid of the fever getting on him, so my grandfather has naturally become the person who takes care of them. Count as a leader. Everyone sat scattered in the classroom.Ding Yuejin, Zhao Xiuqin, Ding Zhuangzi, Li Sanren, Zhao Dequan, and Dingzhuang people in sevens and eights. Dozens of people, standing or sitting, filled the classroom and warmed it up. They all smiled easily because they were squeezed together.They all looked at my grandfather without speaking, like students waiting for class. My grandfather stood on the podium built with three layers of bricks, looked at the patients, as if he was looking at students, and said: "Sit down. Sit down." Wait for those who are leaning on the wall and the window sill to sit down. After he got down, he said to everyone very experienced: "Ugly words are put before me. I have worked in school all my life, so I can be regarded as half a teacher. Everyone has come to school, and they have to listen to me when they arrive at school." Yes. Now, raise your hand who doesn't want to hear me." My grandfather glanced at the people in the audience. I saw a few adults laughing under the stage like children.Chu Chi laugh. My grandfather said: "If no one raises their hand, everyone has to listen to me. I said, first, before the subsidy grain from above comes down, the grain from each family must be collected together. Ding Yue came in as an accountant and brought If you bring too much, you will pay less next month, and if you bring less, you will pay more next month. Second, the school does not pay for water, and you have to pay for electricity every month. If you don’t sleep in the middle of the night, everyone has to save electricity as if you were at home; 3. Cooking is a woman’s job, and work is a man’s job. Women are in charge of cooking, and those who are mildly ill should do more. If it is serious, do it less. You can burn it for one day or three days. Fourth, I am over 60 years old, and you are all here too , when we are reborn, other people still have to live. Children will come to this school to study in the future. From now on, when you live in the school, don't run home whenever you have nothing to do, scratch your skin, bleed, and you A daughter-in-law or a child kisses the mouth, and the disease may be passed on to your family members. But when you live in the school, you should also love the tables, chairs and windows of the school. Don’t think that it’s not from your own home, just use it Fifth, living in the school is not only because you are afraid of infecting others with fever, but also to let everyone live happily for a day, so besides playing chess and watching TV, you can do whatever you want. Say. Say whatever you want to eat. Do whatever you can, and eat whatever you want. It’s just a word to come here for food and lodging—you have a fever, and you need to eat if the sky falls. Have a good few days at last." Speaking of this, Grandpa paused on the podium, turned his head to look at the heavy snow outside.The snowflakes were as big and white as pear blossoms, and in a blink of an eye, the footprints in the black mud on the campus were whitened again.It was all white.There was a fresh cold air rushing in from outside the door, meeting the turbid smell of fever in the classroom, like clear water and muddy water being stirred together, there was a faint stirring sound.At the basketball stand of the school, someone's flower dog followed the owner.I found the owner and found it.It stood blankly on the edge of the court looking here, all in white, like a sheep that couldn't find its home. My grandfather withdrew his eyes from there, looked at the Dingzhuang people who were full of classrooms, and looked at the livid and black faces. He said: "Who has any opinions? If you have no opinions, let's start cooking. Today is the first day." No matter who cooks the meal, it should be better. The pot is the big iron pot that the school prepares for the students in Waizhuang, and the stove is the student stove on the west side of the basketball hoop." The meeting also ended. They all giggled and walked around the fire in the center of the room, and walked to the classroom where they hadn't made a bed yet and made a quilt. My grandfather came out of that classroom, snow fluttered on his face, like water sprinkled on his face.There was a wind blowing, the snow was not floating, but was thrown on the face by the wind, and it was slapped on the face with a bang.There was still the warmth from the classroom on his face, and the warmth of one, two, three, and four that Grandpa just said.The snow melts when it is thrown on the face, just like the raindrops are thrown on the face by the wind. All white. The vast whiteness. Step on the white that creaks. As I was walking, my uncle caught up with my grandfather from behind. He called out "Daddy", and when my grandfather turned around, he said, "I also sleep in that big room with someone else?" My grandfather said: "You and I can sleep together, the room is small and has a warm smell." My uncle said, "Father, why did Yuejin manage the accounts?" My grandfather said: "He used to be an accountant in the village." Uncle said: "It's better to let me take care of it." My grandfather said: "Why do you care about it?" The uncle said again: "For better or worse, I am your son, so don't worry if I take care of you." The master said, "He can rest assured that he cares about me." The second uncle just laughed, "Actually, it doesn't matter who cares, they are all dying people, and no one will have an article in the account." The father and son walked to the bungalow at the gate, pulling the snow and talking, and they melted in the snow in a blink of an eye. Melted in the snow. After some days, after the snow melted, the life of the fever patient was like heaven.When the meal was ready, my grandfather shouted loudly, and they all took their bowls and swayed to eat in front of the bungalow on the west side.Serve as much as you want, serve whatever you want, thick and thick, rare and rare, vegetarian and meat, after eating, wash the bowl by the sink, put the bowl in a place, or put it on the In a bag, hang on a tree or basketball stand.I found a Chinese medicine prescription that said it could cure fever, boiled a big pot of Chinese medicine, and everyone went to drink a bowl of it.Someone sent steamed buns from home, and everyone took them out and ate them together.I ate, drank the medicine, and after that, nothing happened. I wanted to bask in the sun, I wanted to watch TV, I wanted to play poker. I found four people, played stone chess with two people, and squatted in the wall wind. Just play chess with all your strength in the place where the sun is rising. Nothing.You wander around in the yard, snoring and sleeping on your bed, no one cares about you and asks you, you are as free as a dandelion on the grass. If you want to go home, you can go back to Dingzhuang to have a look. If you miss your crops, you can stop at the head of your field. What else are you thinking about, take a message and your family will arrive at school in a while. Fever patients live better than heaven.But half a month can't be better.There is a thief.Thieves run around the campus like mice.First, most of the bags of rice in the kitchen were lost.Later, a bag of soybeans placed in the corner of the stove was also lost.Later, Li Sanren said that the tens of dollars he pressed under the pillow also disappeared.And the new daughter-in-law married in the village is the new daughter-in-law of my uncle’s younger brother Ding Xiaoming. Her man, Xiao Ming, has the same father as my father and my uncle, and her father-in-law and my father have the same father.She is in her twenties, her name is Yang Lingling, and she had a fever when she first got married.A few years ago, she sold blood at her natal family. Now that she has a fever, she doesn't complain to anyone, but she is worried every day and doesn't speak. She never smiles on her face.On the day he found out that she had a fever, Ding Xiaoming slapped her across the face and said, "When we met, I asked you if you had sold blood, and you insisted that you hadn't. Now don't you say you haven't? ?" The slap slapped her face swollen. I was so beaten that I couldn't put on a smile anymore. Even the meaning of being alive was lost. Just send her to the school to live with the fever patients. On the seventh day of her arrival, she said that the red silk padded jacket she had hung by the bed was gone.It was there all day, and when it was time to wear it at sunset, the jacket disappeared. Thieves are like mice, running all over the campus.This cannot be ignored.Before dark, my grandfather called everyone into the two classrooms and asked everyone to sit down, but few of them sat down, so they all stood upright, and my grandfather said loudly: "At this time, your life is almost gone, and you still steal money, food, and new clothes from others. If you don't have orders, what do you want money for? What do you need food for when you are about to die? You need cotton-padded jackets if you have a fire." What are you doing?" My grandfather said, "Listen to me. One is that no one can go back to the village today, and can't send the stolen things home; two, I won't track down who stole the things. In the middle of the night tonight Send out. Steal food and send it to the stove, steal money and send it to others, steal clothes from others and send it to someone's bedside." The setting sun was fading, and crawling over from the yard, the classroom was filled with evening red.The winter wind blows sharply, blowing the ashes of the fire in the house.The patients in Dingzhuang, mild or severe, all looked at each other in the room after listening to the master's words, as if they could spot the thief at a glance, and found the thief, but after looking for a while, they found nothing. After a while, the thief was not found, so my uncle called out in the crowd: "Search! ——Search!" The young people all called Sou. The master said on the stage: "Search what, search, just take it out in the middle of the night. I'm sorry to send it to someone's bedside and hands, so I take it out and send it to the courtyard." I didn't say anything anymore, and let people disband.They all went out of the house, and the men scolded that the thieves in this village were so fucking worthless, their lives were gone, and they were still greedy for half a bag of rice and a bag of beans. My second uncle walked up to his sister-in-law and said: "Lingling, why don't you put your clothes away?" "Padded jacket, if you don't wear it, don't hang it on the bedside?" "Can I bring you one more sweater?" "No. I've got both sweaters on." At night, as usual, some people watch TV, some gossip, some don't believe the medicine boiled in the cauldron, and they boil the medicine by themselves in the stove or in the house where they live.In the classroom, in the house, and in the aisles upstairs and downstairs, casserole pots are placed everywhere, filled with black medicinal residues, so that the classroom, the campus and the plain are filled with the bitter and fragrant Chinese medicine smell day and night, For example, Dingzhuang Primary School is a traditional Chinese medicine factory. After boiling the medicine, each of them drank it and fell asleep.They all fell asleep one after another.The yard became as quiet as the field.The field is as quiet as the courtyard.Only the winter wind rang like a whistle on the campus. The second uncle lived in my grandfather's house, moved the table where a lot of homework had been placed, put a bed under the window, and lived with my grandfather.Song Tingting went back to her natal home.As soon as she returned to her natal home, my uncle became flustered and said, "Father, did you tell Tingting what I told you?" "What are you talking about?" "Tell me not to let her remarry after I die." "Sleep you!" The father and son stopped talking.In the cold weather, the darkness in the room was thick and thick, and the air flowed in the room like glue.The night is already very deep, as deep as a dry well.In the deep and silent midnight, my uncle heard footsteps outside, listened carefully for a while, then turned over on the bed and asked, "Father, who do you think is the thief in this bunch of fevers?" ?" Waiting for Grandpa to answer, but waiting for the silence like a dry well, and heard the sound of walking footsteps in the silence. My uncle was alert: "Father—are you asleep?" Still no reply. There was still no sound from the grandfather's side, so the uncle slowly got out of bed, wanting to go to the yard to see who put the stolen things in the yard.Then he quietly put on his clothes and got out of bed.When I was about to leave, my grandfather turned over on the bed. "Where are you going?" "Aren't you asleep?" "I asked where are you going?" "Tingting went back to her mother's house today, and I can't sleep at all." Grandpa folded himself on the bed and sat up: "Second brother, why are you so useless?" My uncle said: "Father, let me tell you the truth. Before Tingting married me, she found a husband's family. That man is in the same village as her mother's family." My grandfather stopped talking and looked at my second uncle in the dark, like looking at a pillar blackened by smoke.After watching for a while, he said something: "Did you drink the Chinese medicine boiled today?" "Don't worry about me, I know this disease can't be cured." "If you can't cure it, you have to try to cure it." "Never mind it, if it can't be cured, it won't be cured. As long as I can spread this disease to Tingting's body, so that she can't remarry, even if she dies, I will feel at ease." Grandpa was taken aback for a moment, stunned, and Second Uncle went out wearing his padded jacket.When we arrived at the courtyard, in the spacious campus, the moonlight froze on the ground like thin ice.It's like laying a thin layer of glass.Uncle put his feet on it carefully, as if he was afraid of crushing the glass, he tried to walk two steps, and stopped to look at the row of buildings due to the west.Two floors.It used to be a classroom building, but now there are five or eight men or women living in each classroom, and it has become a home for fever patients.And the house of thieves.They are all asleep.Dozens of people are asleep, and the sound of sleeping can be heard like water in a waterway, snoring.Intermittent sound.My uncle walked towards the shadow downstairs, and he saw something black in the shadow downstairs, like a bag of rice that a thief gave to the shadow.He walked towards the black thing. Approached, is a person. It's my uncle's uncle and sister-in-law, Yang Lingling who married into the village half a year ago. "Who?!" "Me. Are you Brother Ding Liang?" "Lingling, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?" "I want to see who is the thief in Dingzhuang and who stole my jacket." My uncle laughed: "You and I have thought of getting together, and I also want to see who is the thief and who stole your jacket." He then went to squat with Lingling.Lingling moved to the side, and the two of them squatted together, like two sacks of grain.The moonlight was very bright, and you could see wild cats and mice running in the distance in the campus, and you could hear the sound of stray cats and mice treading on the sandy ground of the field.My uncle said: "Lingling, are you afraid?" Lingling said: "I used to be afraid of everything, and my legs were weak when I saw people killing chickens, but since I sold my blood, I have become bold. Now I know that I have this." If you are sick, you have nothing to be afraid of." My uncle said, "Why are you selling blood?" Lingling said: "I want to buy a bottle of shampoo. There is a girl in our village whose hair is as smooth as running water. I want to use it. She said she bought it after selling her blood." Ointment. I went to sell blood and bought shampoo." After Lingling finished speaking, my uncle looked at the sky like blue water: "Like This." "Why are you selling blood?" "Brother is a bloody man. Seeing that others are asking him to sell him, I will sell him too." Lingling looked at her uncle for a while: "People say that big brother is black, and a bottle of blood is actually a bottle and a half." My uncle just laughed.She smiled at Lingling, didn't talk about the blood, touched Lingling's elbow with her elbow, and said with a smile: "If someone steals your coat, you won't steal it from others?" Lingling said: "One must have a good reputation." "People are dying, and you care about your reputation." My uncle said, "You have a good reputation, but didn't your man, Xiao Ming, slap you when he heard that you had a fever? If you are sick, don't feel bad. And I slapped you so hard." My uncle said, "That's you. If I were sick, I wouldn't tell the man, and I would pass the fever on to him." Lingling looked at my second uncle in surprise, as if she was looking at someone she didn't know at all, and she moved her body away a little, like hiding a thief. "Did you pass it on to your sister-in-law?" "Sooner or later there must be that day." While talking, my uncle sat on the dripping water under the concrete eaves, leaned his back against the brick wall, and raised his head to the sky.The coldness on the brick wall penetrated his cotton-padded jacket to his back in a short while, causing a gust of cold air to pass through his back, like a stream of icy water flowing down his spine.He kept his face parallel to the sky, and without speaking, two lines of tears flowed down his face. Lingling didn't see him crying, but she heard him crying when he spoke. She hooked her head to look at him: "You hate my sister-in-law?" My uncle wiped his tears: "Your sister-in-law used to be kind to me, but she treated me badly when I was sick." He turned his head and looked at his sister-in-law in the shadow: "I'm not afraid of your jokes", my uncle said, "Lingling, brother, I'm not afraid of your jokes. Your sister-in-law never let me touch her when I was sick. Tell me, I'm not yet thirty." Lingling hooked her head down again, as if she was about to hit the ground.She was silent for a long time without speaking.My uncle couldn't see the redness and heat on her face, until after a month or a year, when the redness faded and the heat became cold, she raised her head and glanced at my second uncle again, and said softly : "It's all the same, Brother Ding Liang, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I'm sick and Xiao Ming never touches me. I'm only twenty-four, just turned twenty-four, and I've only been married for a few months." Finally, the two of them looked at each other. Looking very closely at each other. The moon has moved outside the campus, but the campus is still bright.The water is meltingly bright.Melting and bright, like a layer of ice.Like a thin layer of glass.Because of the light, they can see clearly in the shadows downstairs.My uncle saw that Lingling's face was like a ripe apple.Ripe enough, already ripe with spots.It was a fever sore on her face.But there are sometimes a few spots on the apple, which will have a cherished appearance and taste.My uncle looked at Yang Lingling as if he was looking at a ripe apple with spots on it, and smelled that besides the sore smell on her body, there was also an irresistible smell of an unmarried girl, like fresh water that had never been touched by anyone. ; There is a freshly married femininity, like the smell of boiled and cold water. My uncle coughed and said boldly: "Lingling, I want to tell you something." She asked, "What are you talking about?" My uncle suddenly said: "Damn it, it's not as good as the two of us." Lingling was stunned: "What are you doing?" My uncle said: "They are all married people, people who are dying, and they can do whatever they want with each other." Lingling looked at my second uncle in surprise again, as if looking at someone she didn't know. In the middle of the night, it was very cold, and my second uncle's face was a little blue, and the sores of the fever were like stones buried in the frozen soil.Lingling looked at my second uncle, and my second uncle looked at her, their gazes collided in the moonlight.In the end, in the end, she couldn't stand her uncle's gaze.The second uncle's eyes were like two black holes, trying to suck her whole body in.She had to lower her head again. "Brother Ding Liang, you forgot that Xiao Ming is your uncle and brother." "I don't want Xiao Ming to treat you well." My uncle said, "But Xiao Ming is not good to you. He beats you. Song Tingting treats me so badly that I never beat her." "For better or worse, you are his elder brother, and he is your younger brother." "Brother what, brother, you and I are both dying." "Others will skin you and me if they know." "Take it off, you and I are dying anyway." "Others will literally peel you and me" "Anyway, they are dying people. If others find out, we will die together." Lingling looked up at my second uncle again, as if to recognize whether my second uncle was the kind of person he said he would die at any time.She saw that my second uncle's face, which was blue during the day, was no longer blue, and there was a blur of black in the blurred shadow.However, in that blur, the second uncle was talking, and the thick white steam from his mouth sprayed all over Lingling's face, warming her face like steam. Lingling asked, "Will you be buried with me when you die?" My uncle said, "I wish I could be buried with you." Lingling said: "Xiao Ming told me that he would not be buried with me when he died." My uncle said: "I wish I could be buried with you." As he said that, Uncle moved towards Lingling. Uncle tried to hug Lingling.First grabbed her hand, then hugged her.It's like hugging a lamb that has been looking for a home for half its life, hugging it tightly, lest she go back on her word and run away.She was also hugged by him, and gently snuggled into his arms.The night was almost deep.When it is deep, the sky will be bright, and it will be the next day.The plain is quiet at this time, and the sound of night air can be heard.The snow accumulated on the shady ground will freeze to death at this time.The sound of snow freezing, like countless ice particles moving in the sky, hitting the wall of the building finely, falling down and landing on the bodies of my uncle and Lingling, and the surrounding ground, making a clattering sound. They just sat there for a while, and got up from the ground without saying a word. Without saying a word, he walked into a room next to the kitchen. There is a room next to the stove room, a warehouse room, where food and sundries for patients with fever are stored.Without speaking, they walked into the room. It's warm in that room.Once there they warm up. People are warmed up, grasping the meaning of being alive. The bright sunlight warmed Dingzhuang up. Flowers in all directions bloomed rumbling overnight.On Zhuang Street, in the courtyard, in the fields of Zhuangzitou, and on the ancient road of the Yellow River farther away, chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, peonies, peonies, roses, and wild winter jasmine and orchid flowers usually bloom in mountains and cliffs. Trichosanthes, dandelions, dogtails, green emeralds, red, yellow, purple, pink and white on the slopes, and those half purple and half red, half red and half green, half green and half blue, half blue ribbons Unknown green flowers, big ones like bowls, small ones like buckles, a large expanse rumbled into bloom, even the walls of the pig pens, chicken coops and the sides of the troughs of the cattle pens were blooming in various colors. kind of flowers.There was a pungent flower fragrance flowing crazily in that village, like a flood of fragrant fragrance flooding Dingzhuang.My grandfather didn't know why the thousands of grasses and hundreds of flowers bloomed overnight. He walked along Zhuang Street from east to west in doubt, and saw the owners of the various houses, adults and children, all with smiles on their faces, busy You have to walk up and down the Zhuang Street full of flowers. You carry two blue clothes covered with clothes, and he carries a tied bag. Holding a heavy bag of something.When I asked them what they were doing and what they were busy with, none of them said a word, they just hurriedly walked home, and then hurriedly walked out of the house, saying that walking was actually the same as running. Grandpa followed them and walked through the middle of the blooming flower street. When he reached Zhuangxikou, he saw that the fields outside Zhuangzi were overwhelming and blooming continuously into a sea of ​​flowers.Looking from the head of the village, the sea of ​​flowers is undulating in the wind, and the splendor of the ocean has dyed the sky pink and light yellow, and those busy villagers, three or five, are all in their fields, The men held their picks and hoes, and planed or dug under the flower tree, just like planing sweet potatoes in the field before winter.Shaved peanuts.My grandfather stood on the entrance of the village and saw Li Sanren, who seldom talked, was busy with the people at this time, with a smile on his face, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he turned his buttocks over the fields of his house. Scratching and planing, he kept bending over and shaking the dug out flower tree, then threw the flower tree aside, and was busy digging another flower tree.When he had dug a dozen or twenty trees, he squatted down and picked up the shaken things in Lanli with his wife and children.After picking them up, he covered the baskets with a bed sheet, and walked home with the two heavy baskets. He staggered and seemed to fall down immediately, but he held himself up to prevent himself from falling over. go down. Li Sanren is the old village head of Dingzhuang.He is a few years younger than my grandfather, and he served as a soldier. He joined the party and made meritorious service in the barracks surrounded by barbed wire in Hangzhou City, a paradise in the south. As soon as my mind was stunned and awakened, I bit my finger and wrote a letter to the above.Blood determination book.He said that he must go back to his hometown and turn his hometown into a small Jiangnan. Just came back from the army. Became a Zhuang cadre. As a village cadre for decades, he led the villagers to accumulate manure, plant land, water and harvest day and night.If the top is to plow the ground, it will be plowed, and if the cotton is planted, the wheat seedlings will also be planted. But after decades, decades have passed like sunrise and sunset, but the village is still the same as it was decades ago. , except for the increase in population, there is not one more tile-roofed house.Not one more machine came out.There is not one more electric grinder.Not a single walk-behind tractor came out.Compared with Liuzhuang, Huangshui and Li Erzhuang, they are still poor.Dingzhuang was still Chai thin and poor, and finally someone spat on his face and said, "Li Sanren, you still have the face to be this cadre." Said: "Li Sanren, you have been the village head and party secretary for decades, and my family has not eaten a dumpling during the Chinese New Year for decades." In the end, he was withdrawn when selling blood. In the end, he became less talkative. In the end, his face was always covered with ashes as if he had been beaten with the sole of a shoe. In the end, the higher-ups saw that my father was a bloody man with a brain, and wanted him to be the village head.Ask him to collect less blood himself, and lead Dingzhuang to set up more blood stations and produce more blood heads.Dad just thought about it, thinking that if there were too many blood heads, there would be less blood collection at home, so he didn't become the village head.There is no village head in the village.There is no longer a village chief.There is no village head today.There is no village chief and everyone is called to sell blood, but Li Sanren is determined not to do so.Don't sell it even if you die.He said that I have been the village chief for half my life, not to let the people sell their blood.But when many families sold blood and sold the buildings of Qingtangwashe, his wife scolded him in public on the street, saying: "Li Sanren, you don't even dare to sell blood, are you still a man? Thanks to you I have been a village cadre for decades. No wonder Dingzhuang has been so poor for decades that the daughters-in-law and girls can’t afford paper. It turns out that it’s because of you, the village chief. You dare not sell a bottle of blood. You dare not sell half a bottle of blood. You dare not sell a drop of blood. You dare not sell blood. Do you think you are a man?" At that time, Li Sanren was squatting at the door eating, and let his wife scold him.Listen to his daughter-in-law scolding loudly. At the end of the scolding, he didn't say anything, pushed the bowl on the ground at the door, and left without a word.He thought he was too lazy to listen to his wife's insults and left, but when his wife came home to wash the pots and dishes to feed the pigs, he came back with a hundred dollars.One sleeve of the clothes was worn on the arm, and the other sleeve was draped over the shoulder. He stretched out the arm with the sleeve and pinched it with his hand on the crook of the arm without the sleeve. Pale and half flustered, he came back and put the money on the corner of the pot in the kitchen, looked at his wife, and said something tearfully: "Hey—damn baby, I've started selling blood too." His daughter-in-law stopped washing pots and dishes, looked at his somewhat pale face, and said with a smile: "It's all right now, you look like a man." "It's all right now, you look like a man." Ask him again: "Do you want to drink some sugar water?" With tears in his eyes, he said: "I don't drink water. I have been a revolutionist for half my life, and I have also started selling blood." They started selling blood.First it was sold once a month, then once every twenty days, and then once every ten days.再后来，不卖血反而觉得血管胀，像那血管似乎要憋开，似乎里边的血多得不抽出来就会从血管里边冒出来。 那时候，卖血的人虽多，做血头的人也多，很多血头都拿着采血的器械上门到卖血人的家里去。到你家里收购血，就像上门收购废铜烂铁破鞋样。你在家里不用动，过一会就能听见"采血喽——谁卖血?"的吆喝声，像头发换针、收破烂卖菜的吆喝声。 你在田里锄着地，翻着地，血头会站在田头上唤:"喂——卖血吗?" 田里的人大声说: "你走吧，我刚刚才卖过――" 他不走，又说到: "你种这小麦真好哇，青苗都旺成了黑颜色。" 田里的人他就高兴了: "你知道我施了多少化肥吗?" 采血的人就在田头蹲下来，羡慕地看着、摸着那麦苗: "不知道你施了多少肥——可我知道你买化肥的钱肯定是卖血卖的钱。" 说:"卖一瓶血就能买上两袋化肥啦，用一袋化肥这块地就准定丰收了。" 说:"其实种地最根本，很多人他一卖血连地都不再去种了。连地都不想再要了。血虽然卖不完，可一个人活不够一百年，活一百年你也不能卖一百年的血，可地能种一百年，能种一千年。种百年千年它还照样能丰收，你说人卖血能卖上百年千年吗?" 他们俩就说到一块了。种地的人就从田里走出来，和从哪个庄里来的血头在田头说着话，聊着天，说着聊着间，他就激动了，把袖子一卷说:"来，我再卖给你一瓶血，谁让咱俩投缘呢。" 他就又卖给了他一瓶血。 他就又买了他一瓶血。 两个人也就分手了。像朋友一样分手了。后来那血头就成他的朋友了，就总是把针管扎进他的血管去采血。 李三仁正在他家的田头翻着地。翻那田头地角犁不到的地。因为每月都卖血，每月三次两次地卖，他的脸上有些黄，像打了蜡样泛着黄的光。先前他当村长时，举起镢头像举起一柄锄样轻，可现在，他举起镢头像举起了一圆石磙样。收完麦，要种秋。要种玉蜀黍。种秋和种夏不一样，早一天落下种，也许收的时候会比别家早熟三五天。那三天五天就算抢到季节了，就不怕风来雨到了。李三仁必须在那两天把玉蜀黍种子丢下去。必须把犁走不到的地边地角翻一遍。季节虽为秋，可酷夏还未过，放眼在平原上，平荡荡的大地上，像四面八方都在烧着火。他就在那翻着地，汗像雨样在他的脸上流。赤了脚，光着背。背上的汗，像他刚从水里钻出来。露出的两只胳膊上，芝麻般的针眼儿，在汗里被泡成了红颜色，有些肿，有些痒，如被蚊子咬后炎起的泡。人已经是真的没有力气了。在去年，他用半天时间就把这地边地角翻完了，可今年，他卖了半年血，还是这块地，还是那个人，两天时间那地边地角却只翻了一半儿。 翻到一半时，日正平南时，丁庄里有炊烟升起来，像白的绸缎在那天上飘。这时候，我奶已经下世了三个月。三个月前她一脚踩在了我家的血盆上，A形血流了她一身。看到满地的血，奶奶吓得倒在地上了，从此有了心里狂跳的病。后来因为那跳她就下世了，心就再也不跳了。奶死了，爹和叔一并哭着说，以后再也不采血、卖血了，再也不采不卖了。可是过了三个月，爹又领着叔去采血卖血了。 这时候，我爹和我叔从外村外庄走回来。他们到离公路更远的偏远庄里去采血，蹬了三轮车，收来的血都瓶瓶袋袋装在车子上。农忙了。农忙了人都忙在田里边，顾不上到血站去卖血，可我爹依着合约每天还要交给收血车里许多血。 这就不得不到人家庄里去收了。 不得不到田头唤着去收了。 我爹、我叔回来时，看见李三仁在田头翻着地，我叔就把三轮车停在田头上，大声地唤: "喂——你卖吗?" 李三仁抬头瞟一眼我叔不说话，又翻他的地。 我叔吼: "喂——你到底卖不卖?" 李三仁就猛地甩了一句话: "你们丁家不怕丁庄卖死呀。"