Chapter 11 Chapter nine

If it is true that the family will be ruined again and again, as Jia Genzhu said, the village will have planned the ruin of the family in advance. The matter of family ruin and death, just like the arrival of spring this year, came in a hurry The plain is covered with greenery.The necks of the wheat on the field are stiffened, and the soil that has been stored all winter is now being used for growth. Both good fields and bad sandy soil have nourished the wheat in the early spring.Only half a month later, one month later, when mid-spring comes, and the sandy soil is exhausted, can we see the thickness of the land and the thin yellow of some crops.At this moment, in the early spring, there is a piece of green.On the roadsides, in the fields, and in the wilderness where there is no wheat, weeds grow wildly.It's long gone, crazy wild, red flowers, white flowers, and yellow, yellow, purple, and purple flowers are floating among the green grass, like misprinted and messed up calico.Green among reds; red among greens.A piece of blurred yellow; and a piece of bright yellow and blurred green, colorful, like every grass and flower has become crazy grass, crazy flowers.The trees erected on the plain are no longer lonely, and the green leaves are dangling in the air.Shaking and growing, like singing and growing.

On the ancient road that has been on for thousands of years, on the ancient road of the Yellow River, on the ancient road of the Yellow River covered with sand and soil, the width is over a thousand meters, and the narrowness is hundreds of meters. It spreads and extends on the plain, with a length of hundreds of miles .In fact, no one knows how long it is, it seems to be as long as the sky.Because of its length, because it is lower than the plain, one or two meters lower, it is gray-yellow and gray-white with dry sand, like a withered but strong belt strung on the earth.But now, it's spring, weeds are growing wildly everywhere on the ancient road, and the girdle-like gully is the same color as the plain, so you can't tell the depth of the gully.The plain is really flat.It's a green river.A world of green too.

The sky and the ground are green. The trees are all green. The crops are green. The village is green. The world is also green. Bustle revived in spring, too.Get busy, as if you are not sick, you are busy moving things from school to home.Move the table and chair assigned to each patient, as well as the blackboard and the box, bed, washbasin stand and some planks, purlins and rafters from the original teacher's room. Uncle has returned to live in Dingzhuang.Back to his house to live.My aunt Song Tingting, who had returned to her natal home, sent word from her natal home that she would not want to see my uncle even after she died.She just wants to see what my uncle looks like after his death.She said that when he died, she would come to Dingzhuang to sell the house and take away the belongings.My uncle had no choice but to return home from school and live at home, guarding the door when he died, and she would pull things and sell the house when he died.

In school, Grandpa is no longer a custodian.No one regards him as a custodian or a teacher anymore.He is just an old man in Dingzhuang living there.Fever patients, eating, playing chess, boiling medicine, whether serious or mild, have nothing to do with him.No one respected him anymore, although he still lived in the house at the gate, but someone passed by the gate, and only when he nodded to them did they turn back to him.People nodded to him, and he hurriedly turned his head back.As for the dozens of febrile patients, what they did and said in the classroom room, and what they did when they were mildly ill, those things had nothing to do with him.

It would be nice to have him still living in school. Once, he asked a patient in his twenties: "Gen Zhu's younger brother got married, did he return the desk he borrowed from the school?" The man said, "What is Genzhu, he is our director Jia." Grandpa just stood at the door, staring at the young patient speechless. The young patient with pimples all over his face just stood still: "You don't know, do you? My Uncle Genzhu and Uncle Yuejin are already our directors." While talking, the patient walked into the yard, leaving my grandfather at the door like leaving him out of the world.

Just yesterday, at dusk yesterday, when the sun turned from bright yellow to pinkish red, Zhao Xiuqin came back from outside the school with a bamboo basket under her arm, which contained cabbage, vermicelli, and carrots. There are also a few catties of meat, two fish and a bottle of wine.The meat is fresh pork, and the wine is the best Songhe liquid in the area. The fragrance can waft ten miles without opening the bottle.Grandpa looked at Zhao Xiuqin who was approaching, and said with a smile, "Hey, do you want to improve your life?" Zhao Xiuqin followed suit with a smile: "I'm cooking for Director Jia and Director Ding."

My grandfather said, "Don't everyone eat meat?" Xiuqin said: "Director Jia and Director Ding went to ask the government for a sum of care money, and everyone said that they would buy a few catties of meat and a catty of wine for them alone." Only then did I know that Gen Zhu was no longer called Gen Zhu, but Gen Zhu was Director Jia of the Dingzhuang Fever Committee.Yuejin is not called Yuejin anymore, Yuejin is Director Ding of Dingzhuang Fever Committee.Master knows that there is a new world and a new order in the campus, like the township government, county government, district and province have changed leaders, everything is not the same.

It's changed. Grandpa felt a little sour in his heart.A little sour and cold, but I feel that after all, the days of the febrile patients are getting better, so there is nothing to say.There's nothing left to hold on to.But just today, after one night until today, when I was bored, my grandfather came out of the house, stood at the door, and walked around the school wall.I walked around the green in early spring, like walking around his house, and when I got back to the school gate, I saw patients, all sweating profusely, carrying things out of the school.Some carried two desks in the classroom, some carried a large blackboard, and another, two people carried a large purlin that the school put in an air duct under a wall.Some of them were neither lifted nor carried, but a few people used a trolley to push the former school teacher's bed.One by one, their faces were shining, and they were excitedly transporting the things from the school to Ding Zhuang, and moving them to their own homes. Ru Ye saw in his dream that the flowers were blooming on the ground and the ground was producing gold. people.Everyone was in a hurry and said as they walked: "Your table is better than mine, and the wood is thicker than my table."

"Your wood is elm, and it must be more expensive than my paulownia wood if you sell it." "Your bed is made of chestnut wood, right? My family's bed is made of tsubaki." As he said that, all gushes out from the school that opened the gate, like a gust of water, it seems to leak out as soon as the gate is opened.My grandfather didn't know what was going on, he hurried along the wall toward the crowd, stopped at the door, his cousin Jia Hongli, who was sick and was carrying three desk pillars: "What are you doing? " Jia Hongli poked his head out from under the half-high table, glanced at it and said, "What are you doing? Go ask your boss Ding Hui what we are doing."

After finishing speaking, I left. Angrily left.One person carried three new desks, like an angry goat carrying a mountain capable of growing grass.Grandpa still didn't know what had happened, he stood blankly at the school gate, and when another person came out carrying a blackboard, he saw a screw on one corner of the blackboard, and understood that the blackboard was the one he used to substitute for the class. My favorite elm blackboard is smooth, wood grain silk, slippery and willing to eat chalk when writing.For the convenience of cleaning the blackboard, he unscrewed a screw on the lower right corner of the blackboard, on which there was always a mopping cloth made of steamed cloth.But now, someone is carrying the blackboard, and the person is covered under the blackboard, like a snail hidden in a shell.

Grandpa went over and threw the blackboard at the gate. Zhao Dequan emerged from under the blackboard.He looked at the apologetic smile on Grandpa's face, and murmured "Teacher Ding". "It's you." My grandfather said, "Who are you teaching when you go home and carry the blackboard?" Zhao Dequan glanced at his master in some horror, then hurriedly turned around and explained: "I can't help it. Director Jia and Director Ding gave it to me. Everyone wants it. If I don't want it, I will offend everyone and the two directors." After finishing speaking, he looked carefully behind him and saw that there was no one in the yard, so he hurriedly said to the master: "Mr. Ding, if you feel sorry for this blackboard, take it to your room and hide it, don't say I gave it to you." That's it." Grandpa touched the blackboard: "What do you want this blackboard for?" "Make coffins," Zhao Dequan looked up at his grandfather, with a smile on his face: "People say that your boss sold the coffins in the county that were taken care of by the sick in three neighbors and five villages. Now Genzhu and Yuejin are Now that the director is appointed, each patient will be reissued a coffin board." The master stood there in astonishment, standing at the school gate, and saw Zhao Dequan's smile was covered with a layer of dead blue-gray; he thought that he really wouldn't live for a few days, and it was time to prepare a coffin.I also remembered that he hadn't seen my dad for two months.He remembered the dream he had long ago that his father pulled the coffin in the happiness factory in the county.It reminded me of my father's dream of selling coffins everywhere a few days ago. The moonlight is as bright as the sun.Sunlight is as docile and soft as moonlight. After all, it is spring, and after the boundless wheat stiffened its neck, it stiffened its waist again.Here and there in the fields were waterers and weeders.Even those who have mild fever and can walk and move are busy in the fields.In the villages, Dingzhuang, Huangshui, Lierzhuang, as well as Xiajiaji, Gudaokou, Laohekou and Mingwangzhuang in the distance, are also full of people who hoe and pick up in the busy spring.Father still sells his black coffins from village to village.Every time he went to a village, he got a table and put it on the entrance of the village, took out a dozen forms with official seals issued by the county and put them on the table, and then notified people in every family in the village who had fever, saying Just fill in a form, write your name, age, disease history and current symptoms on the form, stamp the seal of the village committee, sign your name on the form, and press the red handprint , to prove that you really have a fever, and you can buy a black coffin at a cost price if you are indeed in a field where you will live today and die tomorrow.The coffins cost 400 or 500 yuan in the market, but after filling out this form, the cost is always 200 yuan per coffin. Everyone can enjoy the government's care for fever. Dad is a very popular person, and wherever he goes, people line up at the head of the village to welcome him.Yesterday he was serving the patients in Laohekou, and today he arrived at Mingwangzhuang.Mingwangzhuang is tens of miles away from Dingzhuang, and it is located on the east bank of the Yellow River ancient road.Fever has reached its peak in Mingwangzhuang, and the need for coffins in the village is like the need for food in a famine year.Father left the door in the morning, went to the county to hand in the form filled out by the fever patients yesterday, pulled two truckloads of 80 black coffins that should be sold today, and drove to Mingwangzhuang. It took a while to arrive at Mingwangzhuang. When the two carts of coffins drove into the village along the road beside the ancient Yellow River road, the people of Mingwangzhuang who were watering and weeding the fields all rushed back from their fields.The sun shone like gold on the top of the head, Mingwangzhuang was shining brightly in the sunlight, and the buildings and tile houses built because of selling blood were shone by the spring sun, because of the warmth, because the sunlight gathered on the glass windows of each house The doors, windows and the houses are all covered with white tiles, walls and columns, Mingwangzhuang looks brighter and warmer.The two large trucks parked in Zhuangkou, each loaded with forty black coffins, piled on top of the car like two pitch-black mountains.The smell of paint on the black coffin is strong and pungent, and when the wind blows, the smell of black paint of the coffin, white shavings of wood, yellow sticky smell of coffin glue, combined with the smell of iron nails from the seams of the coffin, are all mixed up. Ba floated over the head of Mingwangzhuang, covering the field with the breath of spring in a blink of an eye.The big alleys and alleys are full of this dark coffin smell. Dad no longer sells coffins by himself.He brought a few young people with him, someone helped him fill out the form, and someone helped him unload the coffins from the car. He just sat down at another table, drank water, and called the person who had completed the form. Come here, put away the form, put away the money he or she handed in, count it, put the money in the black leather bag beside you, and then send a note to the person who handed in the money, let him go Get the coffin on the coffin cart. Mingwangzhuang is different from Dingzhuang. It is much richer than Dingzhuang. For example, when Dingzhuang was mobilized to sell blood, Shangyangzhuang in Cai County was visited. It is common for people with fever to have a few fevers in their family, but because they were also a model village for selling blood to get rich, until now, they don't use straw rolls and mats to bury people, and they don't just dig at the entrance of the village or at the head of the village. A pit was buried.They all use black coffins to bury people, but because of the large number of dead people, every household has cut down all the trees that can be used, even the trees on the roadside and neighboring villages have been bought by them, cutting the world bare up.At this time, Dad brought the coffin to sell. Snow is sending carbon. The Mingwang people who came back from the crops lined up a long queue at the entrance of the village in order to buy a cheap black coffin. The line was more than 200 meters long from the entrance of the alley to the center of the alley.In order to prevent a family with only one patient from buying two coffins, two patients bought three coffins, Dad invited the village head of Mingwangzhuang. Dad said the village head, please come and do me a favor and keep him locked up. The village chief thought about it and said that if we don't hoe our wheat, it will die. Dad said there is no fever in your family, right? The village head said that no one in my family had ever sold blood. Dad said there are always old people, right? The village head said my father was eighty-four years old. Dad said, then I will sell your dad a coffin and you prepare it for him. The village chief was silent for a while, and asked if it could be cheaper? Dad thought about it, and said that it was fifty yuan cheaper than the cost price. Give me a good bite, will you? There are three Class A coffins for you to choose. The village chief came to help check it out.He took the seal of the Mingwangzhuang Village Committee in his hand, and went to the villagers who were in line to read it. First, he pulled out the villagers who had no fever at home in the team, and then sat next to his father. Those who are still mildly ill fill out forms for critical illness and dying, and finally start selling coffins. By noon, the sun had already leveled to the south, and people in the village were busy transporting coffins home. The streets and alleys were full of coffin bearers and coffin pullers, and there were people who spoke well of the government.Ming Wang said that the febrile disease committee was in good health.Some people transported the coffin to the door of their house, but if they couldn't transport it to the courtyard for a while, they temporarily placed the coffin on the street at the door.Some coffins were placed in the center of the courtyard when they could not be moved into the house.All of a sudden, eighty coffins were distributed to each household, and Mingwangzhuang was full of coffins.Zhuangzi has become a coffin village.Those who received cheap coffins forgot about their fevers and dying people lying at home because they were taken care of by the government, with smiles on their faces, rippling with ease and joy.There are also tears of joy and sorrow on their faces; some people, because their family is only a mildly ill patient, shouldn't have that coffin, but they have passed the test with all kinds of twists and turns, and finally have a coffin, he dare not show it blatantly Laughing, he carried the coffin home, locked it in the house, came out again, and said some innocent and warm words about spring when he met people at the gate. The next day, the parents went to Guhezhuang, not far from Mingwangzhuang.Father asked the three carts of coffins to park in an uninhabited place a few miles away from the village. He first went to the village and looked at the streets and houses in the village. He saw that the streets were all cement roads paved five or eight years ago. , each family is also a tile-roofed house and a building built five, eight, or ten years ago, so you know the blood selling situation in the village ten or eight years ago, and you know their wealth.Knowing that although everyone in their village is suffering from fever today, they must still have coffin money in savings.So, Dad went to the village party secretary's house and said that I was the deputy director of the county's fever committee.As he spoke, he took out the letter of introduction from the county, and showed it to the young branch secretary, who hurriedly gave up his seat to his father and brought some water.Father drank the water and asked about the spread of fever and the death rate in the village. Finally, he tentatively asked, is there no fever in your family? The young branch secretary lowered his head, with tears streaming down his face. Dad asked sympathetically, how many are there? The branch secretary said, my brother died, and my brother was lying on the bed in the house, and I have also developed a fever these days.Father remained silent, took out a handkerchief, and handed it over to the party secretary to wipe away his tears. Finally, he made up his mind and said, Secretary party, don't say anything, I will take care of us first by transporting these coffins to our ancient river village The patients at Furukawa Village.My father said, branch secretary, in order to prevent those who are not sick from buying cheap coffins, and those who are sick can’t get coffins, you have to come forward and lock them up for me—there are too many monks to eat coffins, and the higher authorities give them to the common people. There is only one cost price. You know that a coffin in the market costs at least 500 yuan, but I only charge 200 yuan for Guhezhuang.As for your family, Dad thought about it for a while, and said slowly, your brother is already terminally ill, and my right is to take care of the coffin to your brother, and only charge half of the cost price for one hundred yuan. The branch secretary looked at his father with tears of gratitude in his eyes again. How about this, my father said, the above rule is that those who are mildly ill will not take care of the coffin temporarily, and those who have been ill for less than three months will not take care of the coffin. There must be a difference between the inside and the outside—after the coffins are distributed, you can also pay a hundred yuan to keep a coffin for yourself, as long as the people in the village don’t know about it. The branch secretary went into the house for a while, took out two one-hundred-yuan bills to my father, smiled and went out to ring the bell so that all the people in the village gathered in the center of the village to buy coffins. It was noon again, and coffins were placed everywhere in Guhezhuang and Mingwangzhuang.The smell of black lacquer rolls continuously on Zhuang Street, and the smell of wood pervades the streets and alleys.Those who are sick or not in Furukawa Village will not have to worry about death after having a coffin.The jokes that had almost disappeared in the past two years have returned to the village. Grandpa hasn't seen my dad for two months.He wants to see my father, wants to go to my house and talk to my father, but he doesn't know I met my mother at my house, what should I say to my mother.All day long, Grandpa was thinking about going to my house to meet my dad. At dusk, my uncle came.When the uncle entered the house of the grandfather, the first sentence was: "Father, my brother asked you to go to his house for dinner, and he has something to tell you." Grandpa went to our house with uncle without hesitation.The sun in mid-spring warms our house like a simmering fire.Huang Shuang's light shone on the white tiled walls, just like the houses and courtyards of Mingwangzhuang and Guhezhuang in my grandfather's dream.The only difference is that the original chicken coop and pig coop on the south side of my yard are no longer there. My father and mother planted a nepeta leaf there, which is dark and prosperous, as high as chopsticks, and has the same shape as a pagoda tree leaf. It is thicker than locust leaves, and the surface is not as bright as locust leaves, but has fine and dense grains and tender tendons.They crowded one by one, flourishing half of the yard, and the whole yard was filled with the numbing, numbing and cooling nepeta odor.It's a nepeta flavor that's not too different from a mint flavor.But mint flavor is thinner than nepeta, and nepeta is thicker than mint.It is because of its thick taste that County Magistrate Gao loves it. Father and mother planted this rough smell for the county magistrate. The uncle is in front, and the father is behind. As soon as he arrives in the courtyard, the father looks at the large area of ​​nepeta. Mother took a scoop of white noodles and walked towards the kitchen: "Father, let's eat nepeta noodles at noon." Mother and father seem to have never been at odds.It's like how many years ago she just married into Ding's family.There is also father, who seems to have never had any disagreements with the grandfather. The two of them looked at the door of the building, and they were slightly taken aback. Immediately, there was a smile on the father's face, and he moved a hand with a backrest and a Upholstered chairs, and then I sat in a triangle with my uncle.This made the father a little embarrassed. His son and daughter-in-law were still as enthusiastic about him as before, but he had a relationship with them instead.Grandpa's face became slightly hot, and he turned his head to look away.The room is still the same as before, with white and gray walls, red bars on the front wall, and a sofa and a TV set under the walls on both sides.The TV cabinet is red, and there are yellow peony flowers on the cabinet door.There was a cobweb in the corner. Usually, my mother would sweep it away when she saw the cobweb, but now, the cobweb was pulled from the corner to the refrigerator, and it was as big as a fan. With the cobwebs, this house is not what it used to be.Grandpa saw something strange from that net.Moving his eyes away from the corner with the net, Grandpa saw a few large crates tied up in the corner behind the door, and he knew that Father was going to move. Grandpa put his eyes on those wooden boxes. "Let's be honest," Dad took a puff of cigarette: "I'm going to move out when I'm ready." Grandpa stared at dad: "Where do you move?" Dad looked away: "Move to the city first, and then move to Tokyo when you have more money." Grandpa asked: "Have you become the deputy director of the County Fever Committee?" There was joy on Dad's face: "Have you heard all about it?" Grandpa asked again: "Did you sell a few carts of coffins in Mingwangzhuang and Guhezhuang a few days ago?" Father took the cigarette he was smoking from his mouth with a look of surprise on his face: "Who did you hear that from?" My grandfather said: "Don't care who I listen to, you just tell me if there is such a thing." Dad stiffened his face, looked at my grandfather in surprise and didn't speak. Grandpa went on to say: "Did you sell two carts of black coffins worth 80 mouths in Mingwang Village? Did you sell three carts of 110 mouths in Guhezhuang?" Father became more and more startled, the astonishment on his face seemed to fall off like mud, so he just froze in that shock, as if his face was frozen and would never melt away.The three of them, father and son, were sitting opposite each other, and the sound of the mother rolling out the noodles could be heard from the kitchen, and the sound of soft thump was heard from the yard to the building, as if someone was patting the wall behind them with their fleshy hands. .The father who was sitting inside suddenly wrung out the cigarette in his hand at this moment, and twisted the large length of the cigarette body on the ground with his feet into shreds and pieces of paper. On, He Ye's white hair. "Father," my father said, "you know everything you need to know, I won't say anything—I'll just tell you one thing, no matter how bad you are to me, you are still my dear father— ——Our family in Dingzhuang said that we can’t live anymore. We also discussed with Yingzi’s mother. After our family moved out, the second child is a person who lives today and has no tomorrow. The house and furniture are all given to the second child. Except for clothes We don't bring anything else. With this house and furniture, I don't believe that Song Tingting will be willing to let go of this property if she doesn't move back from her natal family. As for you," Dad paused for a while, "move to the city with our family It’s okay, you can stay with the second child. When the second child is born, you can go to the city and let me take care of you.” Dad is done. There were tears on the second uncle's face again. In the middle of the night, when I came back from my house, my father couldn't fall asleep, his mind was full of things about my father selling the coffin and moving.Thinking of selling the coffin, Grandpa once again had the thought of "it would be nice if the boss died".With this miss, Grandpa can't sleep.My head hurts.He tossed and turned on the bed, and suddenly thought of the people on the plain. If someone hated someone, he would bury a peach or willow stick deep in front of his house, sharpen one end of the stick, and write his thoughts on it. The name of the person who made him die, smashed in front of or behind his house, buried him, and cursed his death.Knowing that the person is not really dead, but still doing that.That way, maybe the man would have died long ago, or maybe the man had a car accident with a broken arm, a broken leg or a finger.Grandpa got off the bed, turned on the light, found a willow stick in the room, cut out a pointed end, found a piece of paper, and wrote on the paper, "My son Ding Hui will die badly." With a few words, I buried the willow stick behind my building overnight. After burying the stick, and returning to the house, Grandpa took off his clothes twice, and fell asleep shortly after going to bed. After burying willow sticks, my father was still alive, but Zhao Dequan was about to die. In spring, when all things develop, it is reasonable for you to have serious illnesses and diseases that will destroy the world. After surviving the harsh winter, when spring comes, life will flourish, and you will be able to survive summer and autumn. There is a one-year life limit. But, Zhao Dequan won't be able to survive this spring.He was carrying the school's big blackboard and the old elm blackboard that day. When he walked to the village, he walked and rested all the way. However, when he arrived at Dingzhuang, the people in the village asked him, "Zhao Dequan, what do you want?" Who is the blackboard for?" Said: "I never thought that, if you are sick and live in the school, you will share the school's property." Said: "My God, even the blackboard is carried home, you died, your child Don’t you want to go to school?” They were all questions, unable to answer them, so they carried them all the way from Dingzhuang West to Dingzhuang East, and then turned a small alley, and when they got home, they leaned the blackboard against the courtyard wall. He collapsed on the ground and could not get up again. In the past, he carried two hundred catties, like stones, like rice, and could walk several miles at a stretch, but now, the blackboard only weighs a hundred catties, maybe less than a hundred catties, or tens of catties, and he can only go at one stretch. From Zhuangxi to Zhuangdong, a few hundred meters, he sweated a lot. When he got home, he couldn't do it anymore. He collapsed in the middle of the yard and couldn't get up again. His panting sounded like the wind blowing in the wind tunnel. His wife asked, "Why are you carrying this blackboard home?" "It's divided...it's used when making coffins." After Zhao Dequan said this, his face turned pale, and he wanted to say something, as if there was phlegm stuck in his throat, he was gasping for breath, unable to spit it out, his face It was suffocated into blood red.The pimples on the face were purple and black in the red, and they were bulging, as if they were about to fall off.His daughter-in-law hurriedly went to beat him on the back, and beat out a mouthful of blood-like phlegm, phlegm-like blood, and Zhao Dequan fell down. Carried the blackboard home and never went back to school. A few days later, his wife came to the school, found Genzhu and Yuejin, and said, "Director Jia, Director Ding, my man was able to walk and move when he came to this school, but now he only has two breaths left on the bed at home." People are dying, but others divide tables and chairs, and you only give him a wooden blackboard."Said: "I married him as a wife for the rest of my life, and in Dingzhuang all my life, others beat and scolded my wife, but he never beat me or scolded me all his life. He is dying and I have to give him a coffin." He sold his blood alive to build such a good big tile house for me and my children, but when he died, I had to prepare a coffin for him." Jia Genzhu and Ding Yuejin led her and a few young people around the school, watching in the empty classrooms, saying that you can take whatever you like, as long as it can be used as a coffin for your family to use. . "I went from room to room, from classroom to classroom, and then I saw that the school was clean and there was nothing left. All the tables, chairs, and benches, as well as the blackboard and blackboard stand, and the teachers' beds , the picture frames hanging in the teacher's room, and the wooden boxes the teacher used to put clothes and books in, are all gone. The room is empty and messy, with students' homework papers and rotten socks all over the place. In each classroom , are also empty, a floor of paper, a place of chalk dust, and an empty place piled with ashes. In the school, there is nothing else except the sick people's room and the things they use. The stove There was nothing in the room except food. It's all split up. They were all stolen. The basketball hoop in the campus is still there, but the wooden boards on it are gone.When the empty rack is standing upright, clothes are just hanging on it.Gen Zhu and Yue Jin led her around the school, and when the sun was about to go west, they stood empty in the middle of the courtyard. Yue Jin said: "I want you to move the chair I'm sitting on back." Gen Zhu said: "If it doesn't work, go to that dog Ding Hui, maybe you can find a coffin." I went to find my dad. A group of people are looking for my father.At the gate of my house, there was a buzzing like a quarrel, and everyone said that they heard that my father sold coffins in other villages, and what he sold were black coffins for people with fever.It is the black coffin that the government takes care of every patient without money.Father just watched the village people stay silent, and let them talk so loudly that everyone was foaming on their mouths, Genzhu roared, "What's the noise!" After the silence, Jia Genzhu pulled Ding Yuejin, the two of them stood at the front of the crowd and said, "We are here to ask you for a coffin on behalf of Dingzhuang. You just say whether you have sold a coffin before." My dad said, "It's sold." Genzhu said, "Who did you sell it to?" My dad said, "I'll sell it to anyone who wants it. I'll sell it to you if you want it." Saying this, Dad went home and took out a big kraft paper bag, and took out his work permit from the bag.It was his work permit as the deputy director of the County Fever Committee.A lot of documents were taken out, including large red-headed documents stamped by the county party committee and county government, and large red-headed documents stamped by the city and the province.The title of one of the two documents in the province is: "Urgent Notice on Preventing the Spread of Rural Fever Disease, AIDS".The other title is: "Notice on Purchasing Coffins for Fever Patients at a Low Price to Implement Burial Matters", and the large circle seal of the Provincial Fever Committee is stamped on the back of the document.Those in the city and the county are all notices about forwarding the notice from the superior, and the seals of the city and county febrile disease committees are stamped on the back of the notice.Dad showed the document to Gen Zhu and Yue Jin.After reading it, Dad asked them: "Aren't you two the director of the Dingzhuang Fever Committee?" They looked at each other and agreed. Dad smiled: "I'm the deputy director of the County Fever Committee, and I'm in charge of selling coffins and taking care of patients with fever in the whole county." My father said: "The patients you brought from the village a while ago The care money and ten catties of rice and ten catties of noodles for each patient are all approved by me to Dingzhuang, have you not seen my signature on the approval document?" My father said: "The document stipulates that the nursing coffins sold to patients should not be less than 200 yuan per mouth, but I am from Dingzhuang, and I am in charge of my own house. Whoever wants it is 180 yuan per mouth. Now whoever wants to pay for it?" Come up, I will send someone to bring the coffin into the village tomorrow." The sun has gone down.In the setting sun in early spring, there is a warm fragrance, wafting from somewhere in the field, walking lightly on Zhuangli Street, and dispersing lightly.Dad asked Jia Genzhu and Ding Yuejin, looking at the feverish people in front of the door, because he stood on the steps of the door, just like standing on the rostrum.Asking questions, looking at the faces of the people in the village, Dad said loudly again: "Actually, this coffin is not cheap. If you want to make it yourself, it's the same price. If it's cheaper, can I let you buy it earlier?" My father said: "My brother wanted to buy it, but I didn't let him buy it. The wood is not dry. In a few days, the coffin will be as thick as a finger." Said: "Buying this coffin is better than buying a tree. If you want it What kind of coffin can be made." My father said: "They are all neighbors in the same village, so there is no need to brag and stare like this. To compete with anyone else, you are the person in charge of the Fever Committee in Dingzhuang, and I am the person in charge of the Fever Committee in the county. Who are you talking about?" Powerful? Who should listen to whom? If it comes to quarrels and fights, I will spread the news to the upper levels, and even the police and public security from the upper levels will come, but then I, Ding Hui, are still Dingzhuang people? Am I still a human being? ?" Say no more. There is nothing left to say. So they all withdrew from the door of my house and walked into the school.The setting sun has sunk like a cake of red lead.Red, also heavy, is falling from the sky.Looking out from the entrance of the alley, a piece of fire was burning on the edge of the plain to the west, and there seemed to be the sound of crackling fire, like the sound of fire burning a cypress forest.