Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

Sima Lan went to forty houses. When he arrived at Lanshishi's house, he really felt that the woman Zhucui's words were as effective as a secret recipe handed down from his ancestors.The night was not yet deep, and the mosquitoes were booming, and the villagers were still sitting on the wind, discussing spring planting and autumn harvest, drought and no rain, but the door was locked and closed at forty, and Sima Lan knocked on the door for a long time before she said inside. He said: "If no one responds, you can go away, because there is no end to the knock." He said: "If you don't open the door, I will knock to death in front of this door."

She said, "You are not afraid that the neighbors on your left and right will see and hear you." He said: "I hope that the whole village will know that I knocked on your door and entered your house in the middle of the night." She said, "A few years ago, why didn't you knock on the door in the middle of the night?" He said: "You open the door and talk about everything on the table. I live forty or fifty miles. You are not sick or suffering. You have just seen a drop of light in a good day." She didn't speak, she was silent in the courtyard for a while, and opened the courtyard door.He came in and bolted the door.She went back and opened the door again, saying that she would not do anything shameful, and she was afraid of gods and ghosts.Sima Lan looked at the light coming in from the door, hesitated and followed her into the center of the courtyard.There is a bamboo reclining chair with pillows, cattail fans, and a red checkered sheet of coarse cloth.Beside the chair, there was a large iron basin like a vat, half of which was filled with crimson water, and the hot air and the smell of traditional Chinese medicine wafted light yellow in the yard.He looked at the half basin of water, what did he say?She said smoked mosquitoes.He asked if it would work?She said you still feel bitten?Sima Lan listened carefully, and sure enough, the courtyard was very quiet, and there was not a single buzz of mosquitoes.Someone walked over outside the door and looked in with his head. He said to the person, don't look, I'm Sima Lan. In a few days, Shishihepu and I will invite you to have a drink.The man hurriedly walked towards the village.Lan Shisi stared blankly at Sima Lan, as if reading a book by the moonlight.Sima Lan didn't look at Lan Shishi, he sat on that chair, looked at the half pot of herbal medicine water, and said that Zhucui agreed, and agreed that you and I would live together.Then she moved her gaze away from the book and looked outside the door.Someone walked past outside the gate again, and the footsteps sounded like oars paddling in the water. When the sound disappeared, she lowered her eyes again, looked at the splashed water on the ground, and said she really agreed?Agreed, you still do that thing with him?Sima Lan's heart thumped, as if Lan Shishi had knocked down a wall and saw everything unobstructed.He pushed a brick in front of his feet to the front of the basin with his feet to make his feet comfortable, and said what did I do with her?I have been sitting at the door of my house until now, and I came here when I saw that there were few people in the village.

At forty, he laid his gaze on Sima Lan's face like a wet cloth, and said calmly, "You are husband and wife, and I don't plan to live with you. You should do whatever you want, but you forgot that I am a villager." The king of meat, there are hundreds of men passing by, as soon as you step through the door, I can see that you have just slept with Mrs. Zhucui for less than half an hour.She said that I slept with one hundred and seventy-nine men in Jiudu this time, can you hide it from me? He retracted his gaze, and then looked at the half basin of water by the side of the table, as if someone had seen through something and made him angry.He said, half annoyed, half angry:

"Are you saying that we share a shop or not?" she says: "No, I'm tired of seeing men. I hate men." Sure enough, he stood up and walked towards the door in a fit of anger.Talking while walking, it's what you said is incompatible, it's not that I, Sima Lan, have no conscience.Then the footsteps changed from slow to fast, as if he was worthy of everything, he stepped forward without hesitation, and every few feet, the sound of footsteps shook the mountain.She followed behind him to see him off.Go and bolt the gate too.But at the gate, when Sima Lan kicked in and out, he suddenly pulled his foot back, the car turned around and closed the door with a slam, picked her up by the middle, and kicked her halfway across the courtyard. bamboo chair, and dragged it into the room.She struggled in his arms, pushed his head, and said angrily, Sima Lan, let me go, let me go, let me go.What did you do a few years ago, cut wheat for me for a day and dare not enter the door of my house, and now you are like a man, you only think of wanting me, what did you do a few years ago.While repeating this sentence, she broke his hand.His hands pinched her like crab claws, dragged and tugged, knocked down the recliner, kicked over the basin of thick red water, pushed her to the edge of the bed in the back room, while shaking his hands to find her buttons, While shaking her throat hotly, she said: "Sister Forty, can I not do that? I just ask you to let me touch you and look at you. Touch and look at me, I will be satisfied in this life, and it is also considered this life I didn't miss you in vain. Touch and see if you let me kneel down for you. I can kneel down for you now. "

Then, he knelt down as expected. He really knelt down again, and the darkness in the room exploded with a bang. After the explosion, it was quiet and silent.He was kneeling, she was standing on the edge of the bed, they were very close to each other, just silent in such a vast space.In the dark silence, she was the first to wake up, and began to turn around and grope around on the table, and then the lamp was lit.The light flicked and turned the room beige, and the shadows of boxes, cabinets, tables and bed legs were all clearly visible.In this bright room, Lan Shisi sat on the edge of the bed calmly and solemnly, and the pale white pink floated on her face like thin clouds and thin clouds.She looked at the kneeling Sima Lan's face, which was like a cloth wiped across the table in the lamplight, but those thirty-nine-year-old eyes were as red as two balls of fire, and the scar on his neck was in his haste. In his breath, it is really like a swimming snake.She opened a drawer and took out a pair of scissors and put them on the corner of the table. The clanging sound made her gray face pale.But at this moment, she began to slowly undo the buttons of her clothes, one by one, so that the white jade complexion from the neck to the chest spread like a cloud in the sun, and reached to her two breasts. When the tight cloth shook shook down, the air banged for a while, and Sima Lan's gaze was instantly swollen, and each trail was tightened.He half-raised his head and stared at her breasts, with a burning pain in his eyes.In the stillness of the room, there were light spots that danced and exploded. When the mosquitoes touched those light spots, they fell down like blood, and the whole room was immediately filled with the smell of red blood.She unhurriedly peeled the beans, finished unbuttoning her clothes, took off her blouse, and put her light blue shirt on the head of the bed like she used to sleep.When she twisted her upper body, the white jade-like smooth belly flashed a flash of light in the room.His eyes were cracked, and the snake-like scar on his neck turned crimson, and his blood was swimming like water waiting to open a gate.He suddenly felt thirsty, the fire crackled in his throat, and there was a smoky smell in the air.He is thirty-nine years old, and his eldest daughter, Teng, is married, but he has never seen the fullness of forty, like a full moon without a single flaw.He suddenly thought that his woman's whole body was like dried bamboo, yellow and thin, and every bone seemed ready to jump out at any time.His body was a little soft, and he was shaking violently, feeling that he was about to collapse suddenly, and he no longer had the strength to support his kneeling body.He wanted to stand up, but his knees hurt from the stones, but she didn't look at him, she took off her clothes and looked at the window of the room, she didn't tell him to get up, he didn't seem to dare to stand up.He bit his lower lip, as if enduring a fire, squeezed a mouthful of spit from under his tongue and swallowed it, so his throat became slightly moist, and his body trembled lightly.But when he had the strength to move his eyes from her upper body to her face, he saw her look away from the window.That gaze was as calm as water, neither burning lust nor pity for others, looking at him was like when she was selling wild vegetables in the town, she looked at the person who bought the vegetables, and asked plainly:

"Are you still taking off your pants?" Asking this way is like asking a person who buys wild vegetables, do you want more vegetables? He doesn't speak.He felt the slow movement of her eyes on his face when she asked him, like a slap in the face.He felt the blood on his face was hot and swollen as if he had been beaten, and he softened his gaze from her pale paper-like face, and his eyes were a little dizzy.The room was as quiet as a tomb, she put her hands on the waist of her trousers, like two beams falling from the air, and the roar made his ears buzz.She didn't wait for him to say anything, as if she knew what he was thinking without him replying, she straightened her slightly curved upper body, just like two white goats suddenly jumped out of the crops in the vast field.The thumping of her breasts startled him out of the corner of his eye, and he saw that she was beginning to untie her red silk sash.In order to ward off evil spirits and prolong life, the old men and women in the village with three surnames all wear red belts. They have been wearing red belts for hundreds of years.Pile the belt on her light blue blouse, like a red pool of blood on the grass.There were footsteps outside the gate again. It was the people in the village enjoying the cool air going home to sleep through the air outlet, and the voices of voices came in strings like cotton.Can't hear what they said.He glanced at her face, at her jade-like neck, at her Yufeng breasts and the warmth of white sand and fine powder flowing between her breasts, at her breasts that were neither protruding like the women in today's cities, nor The sunken belly of a country woman.His eyes were motionless, but his eyes were blurred with whiteness.She is taking off her blue pants.As she stood up and pulled her trousers down to her knees, there was a crackling sound in the silence of the room.The slight pendulum of the lights fluttered on the air vents of the mountain ridges like banners.Sima Lan was finally ashamed, the heat on his body expanded and contracted, and the rushing blood in his veins stopped.He wanted to stand up and say forty, you don't need to take off your clothes.When he wanted to speak, Forty spoke.Forty said Brother Sima Lan, you don’t need to kneel, you can stand up and look at me, you can stand up comfortably and watch enough, if you want to see me let you watch enough, this is the Lan Si you promised to marry unmarried for the rest of your life Ten, I have been a meat king who sluts women all my life.It wasn't until you were thirty-nine that you began to really love me.She called Brother Sima Lang again, and said, do you love me or my body? Stand up, Brother Sima Lang, if you love my body, stand up, stand up straight and comfortably, see enough, see enough Yes, I'll let you touch it enough.I don't want a penny from you, let you see and feel like the guests I pull from the station and hotel, from head to toe, I take off everything else I wear except these underwear, you want me When I got naked, I took off my underpants, since it was summer and the weather wasn't cold.Come on, Brother Sima Lang, will you let me take it off?She said that this time I was doing business in Jiudu, a Nanfang guest asked me to undress for him to see, and he looked at me for most of the day without blinking, for more than three hours.I didn't move and let her look at it. After looking at the front, he looked at the back. After seeing enough, he gave me 200 yuan, and the 200 yuan was sent back to the hospital by Erge.The man said that he had experienced thousands of women in his life, and none of them had a better body than mine. He said that he had a flow when he saw my body, and he had no strength to do such a thing.Brother Sima Lang, I don't want your two hundred yuan, not even two cents.I just want a word from you, I just want a word from you.You have to say something back to me no matter what.

She said: "You can live past forty, you have lived a long life, but I am going to be thirty-eight soon, and my throat should be itchy in three days or two, are you just watching me die like this?" He looked up. She said you can live forty or fifty miles now, but what about me?I shared a bed with you, but I only have one and a half years to live.A year and a half later, you, Sima Lan, stood upright in Sanxing Village, while I, Lan Forty, was buried in the loess.You are alive, I am dead, am I chilling?You know you still have ten or twenty years to live, but I have at most one year left to live in this world.You Sima Lan didn't think about sleeping with me in the past ten or twenty years, but now you want to come to my place to suffer.She said, didn't you say that you want to practice Lingyin Canal?Didn't it mean that the Lingyin water will be brought to the village within half a year?Why don't you go to fetch water?Why don't you think that you can live to forty or fifty, and I am thirty-seven years old, and I am not far from death.Speaking of this, she squinted at him and asked, do you want to live?After thinking about it, I lay down on the bed.Anyway, I am the king of meat, no matter how disgusting a man is, you are not one more.

She asked him: "Why are you still kneeling? Do you really want to suffer so much? If you want to suffer, just treat me like a meat king." He remained silent. Without saying a word, he suddenly slapped himself in the face, and then slapped himself again.He just knelt down and slapped himself more than ten times in the face.The icy sound filled the room.After beating enough, he stood up from the ground, walked outside the house without saying a word, and stepped down again when he reached the door of the partition wall.He thought she would say something to him at this time, such as asking him to sit for a while.But she didn't say, the sound of her dressing came over like leaves falling, so he walked away.

In the courtyard, he stepped on the red smell of the potion in two shoes. This night became the richest night in Sima Lan's life. Walking out of Lan Shishi's house, it was ten miles and eight miles deep at night, and there was no sound in the quiet and desolate village.He went back to the gate of his house and pushed it twice, but the inside was locked like a city gate.He fell silent for a while, and then went for a walk alone in the field that the family at the head of the village had just planted in autumn, aimlessly, around and around, until he fell asleep and shrank under a dike sheltered from the wind.

What woke him up the next day was the scorching sunlight and voices above his head that were half boiling and half whispering.He opened his eyes, startling even himself.The newly plowed land in front of him was as smooth as a wheat field by his footprints like walking a horse in circles.He didn't know how many laps he had walked in this field that night, but he felt his eyes that seemed to be sleeping, his eyes were as dry as a bitten hard persimmon, and his face was swollen and red with blood.He touched the right half of his face, and the thick and thick skin was like hair stuck to his face, so the scene of kneeling and slapping himself in the forty's house last night immediately came back to his eyes.All my thoughts are back to the roots of last night.The sun was already three or five rods high, and the light was spreading brightly and goldenly before his eyes, and the large field he had flattened was reflected in the sunlight like muddy ice.The noisy noise overhead was pattering down like rain.He rubbed his eyes, took a few steps back to the distance of the field embankment, and saw a dozen or twenty villagers huddling around under a tree far away on the beam.

Sima Lan walked over there. It was where he started planning Lingyin Temple more than ten years ago. Before he got to the edge of the crowd, he heard someone say that it was the village head, the village head is here.As if they had been looking for him for a long time.When the villagers saw him coming, they immediately opened a passage, leaving Du Bo, his son Du Liu, and his daughter-in-law Teng among the crowd. It seems that Du Bo has not been in the village for several days, and it seems that he has gone to the town to do something.Sima Lan walked towards the crowd towards the aisle, and when they got close, they saw Sima Lan's bloodshot eyes and the redness and swelling on the right side of his face.Teng was startled, and said, Dad, where have you been, what did you do to your face?Sima Lan ignored the vines, he walked towards the crowd through the passage, the sunlight hit his face one by one, making his tense face very solemn.Everyone knows that something happened to the village head, not an earth-shattering event, but also a world-shattering event.The new son-in-law, Du Liu, called Teng like daddy, but retreated behind Teng without waiting for Sima Lan to look at him, as if Sima Lan would slap him if he said one more word.Only Du Bo was still standing in the middle of the crowd, facing Sima Lan, with an apologetic but neither overbearing nor humble expression on his face.Sima Lan said where have you been these few days?Du Bo dodged his body and revealed a bluestone tablet that had not been buried firmly behind him, saying that I went to get a piece of it. Sima Lan's gaze fell on the stele, and the cart, shovel, and shovel were still lazing beside the stele.Needless to say, this stele has just been brought back from Palou Mountain. It is three feet wide, six feet high, and five inches thick.There was a cold breath scattered from the stone tablet, and the sound of dust falling on the mountain ridge.Sima Lan stared at the two lines of large characters "Wan Liu" carved vertically on the stone tablet. He asked, "What did you write?" Du Bo read each word with his fingers: "Lingyin water prolongs life, Sima Lan's merit is immeasurable. " After reading, the villagers all turned their gazes to Sima Lan's face, and they all saw that the left half of his face was as usual, like half a piece of blue and red wood, but the swollen right half of his face was slightly swollen. A thin layer of warm red floated.He didn't speak for a while, still staring at the two lines of words, when the layer of warm red disappeared from the right half of his face and turned into a vast white again, he made a sound like a humming in his throat, and said: "What merits are immeasurable, living is better than anything else." Dubo smiled: "You want to bring Lingyin Water back to the village, so that everyone in the village can live past forty. How can there be any merits?" Sima Lan looked away from the stele.He looked at the villagers standing here, and asked who else hadn't planted autumn grain?The villagers said that it took a few days to plant them.He said that the laborers who go out to do business and earn money are all at home?The villagers all looked at each other without speaking.Sima Lan glanced at those silent faces, then turned and walked towards the village, his footsteps as steady as a grinder.The people who stayed behind looked at him without thinking, and then buried the stone tablet again after a while. The stele was erected on the ridge like Mount Tai. At lunch, Sima Lan reappeared in the village. There was a hazy green light in his eyes, like two green persimmons sunken deep in the wells of his eyes, and his cheeks were also half blue and half purple, with a thick cloud of mist. anger.His hands are free, his arms are braided in front of his chest, his left arm is clamping his right hand, and his right arm is clamping his left hand.And behind him are a new generation of people with three surnames who grew up under the leadership of his sixth brother Sima Hu, idiot Dabao, Erbao, and Changbang from the Lan family, Du Liu and Du Tieshu from the Du family, and Sima Shan Shan from the Sima family. , Sima Changqing, Sima Guiqing, Sima Guidian, Sima Guixiang, Sima Guiji, the oldest is twenty-six years old, and the youngest is seven or eight.Following Sima Lan's shadow, a group of them all held willow sticks, or a rope, and held half a shovel handle, and entered the village majestically from the entrance of the village, and arrived in the middle of Lanjia Hutong. The hornbeam stopped.When Sima Lan was walking, about ten or twenty of them were able-bodied young men following behind him like flagpoles.When Sima Lan stood down, they all stood on the left and right, waiting for Sima Lan's call. "Ring the bell." Sima Lan said. Under the old saponin tree, Sima Lan glanced at the young and strong young men on the left and right, and said this slowly, and the guy holding the brick stood on a eating stone, "Dang! Dang! Dang!" A bullock wheel clock tied to a tree branch.This iron clock has been rusted there for many years, and its red spots are like a sun that is about to set. Today, when it is struck suddenly, the red embroidery falls from the clock like muddy leather, and the crisp and bright sound shakes off. The red embroidery echoed over the village with a chasing sound.The villagers were about to eat, and some of them had their bowls in their hands. At this time, the bell rang suddenly, shaking the big bowls in their hands, and the soup and rice almost splashed out. "What are you doing?" Someone called from the other side of the village. Sima Lan remained silent, and the young and strong man replied to the alley, "It's a meeting. The Sansurname Village has a meeting today. We are all militiamen. If any family dares not to come to the meeting, don't blame our six relatives for not recognizing them." The villagers all came out from their various gates, and their chattering inquiries fell in the alley like raindrops. When they got to the old tree, they saw Sima Lan's hands twisted in front of his chest, his face was covered with bruises, and his eyes suddenly turned pale. It was violent and protruding, green like two green fruits, and they were both dumb and silent.Those with bowls stopped eating, those with empty hands were slightly startled, and the women hid behind the men, stuffing their nipples into the mouths of crying babies in their arms.The sun was scorching hot, and in the shade of the trees was a miserable cold.Sima Lan turned around and looked at the black crows who were standing or sitting, then turned to ask the big leopard beside him, saying: "Who else hasn't arrived?" "Aunt Forty and Uncle Lu." "Call everyone, whoever doesn't come will smash someone's cooking pot." Sima Hu sent Dabao and Erbao to call Sima Lu, and Du Shui and Du Changbang called Lan Shishi.In this way, the villagers are considered to be the masters of their families.Lan Sishi stood outside the crowd, her quiet face glowed red, her hair was black and shiny hanging on her forehead.She looked at Sima Lan, but Sima Lan glanced at her, then looked away, and put his eyes on his brother Sima Lu's face.The crowd was silent, except Sima Lu sitting on a stone with his back to the crowd, gurgling with a bowl of soup and rice.At this time Sima Lan stared at Sima Lu, and three young men went up to snatch his bowl and put it on a stone.Sima Lu stood up and wanted to say something, but when he caught his brother Sima Lan's gaze, he sat down limply again.A dog was spinning around Sima Lan's legs, and he kicked the dog inexplicably. The dog screamed, and the villagers' feet were covered in white misery.Sima Lan stepped on a layer of panic on the ground, glanced at the dog that had escaped from the crowd, turned around, stepped onto a two-foot-square stone under the clock, and said in a loud voice, "The Lingyin Canal will be dug the day after tomorrow." If you don’t want to work, stand up, hang yourself on a saponin tree, and hang yourself from a tree, who doesn’t want to dig a canal?” He asked on the stalactite, letting his gaze escape from the crowd. As the wind blew past his face, the young and strong young men of the younger generation stood upright behind him like a forest, holding willow sticks and looking at the men and women in the village.The crowd was startled by Sima Lan's green gaze and the wooden stick behind him, and their breathing stopped abruptly.He said that anyone who doesn't want to live past forty will stand up and say, this time it was pulled to the back mountain ridge, and the canal was not dug through. If there is any man who does not work when he goes out for business, I will let the big leopards and the two leopards break his legs. If a woman doesn't deliver food to the construction site on time, I will confiscate her family's responsible land and award it to those who work hard on the construction site for three years in vain.As he spoke, he turned around, pointed to a villager and asked: "Aren't you still going to the town to do business?" "I won't go. I won't go after the canal is repaired." "Do you still want to use the shelf car?" "Let. Do I dare not?" "You—do you sell the vegetables you grow or send them to the construction site?" "Even the vegetable leaves are picked up on the construction site." "Are you—are you still pretending to be sick and letting your man go back to the village?" "Only repeating and repeating, how can there be repeating and repeating?" "Do you—do you want to save money at home to buy cement for repairing the canal?" "Even if you don't pay it back, let it go. Is the canal repaired for everyone?" "You—sell the pig at home, and buy one hundred catties of explosives, fifty meters of fuse, and eighty detonators." "I'll take the pig to town in the afternoon." "You—cut down the tree in front of the door, and sell it in the town to buy steel shovels and steel brazing." "Okay, I'll cut it down today." The meeting went on a lot and said that there was enough time to eat a bowl of rice, so Sima Lan announced the end of the meeting, saying that everyone should go home and prepare to go. Who dares to contribute money to Lingyin Canal this time, and if they can do their best, Qu Xiu It's clear, dare to drink a sip of water from Lingyin Canal, I will knock out the front teeth of his family.After finishing speaking, he jumped down from the rock, called Da Bao and Er Bao to him and asked Du Liu to go home and get a pen and a book. Seeing that most of the villagers bowed their heads and dispersed, he went Leading the crowd like a whirlwind towards the first alley.When he arrived at the first house, he pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard, then entered the house, slapped his eyes on the courtyard and the room, and finally died on a pair of new baskets, saying that the baskets had been requisitioned from the Lingyin Canal.Behind him, a young man stepped forward to lift the basket, and Du Liu wrote a line of small characters in the notebook: Pair of Du Gaoshou radish baskets When he arrived at the second house, he said, "This new shovel has been confiscated." A new shovel from Dubainian The third, "Take out your hammer." Du Buluo a sledgehammer The fourth family, "Your family will first hand over a hundred catties of wheat." 100 Jin Du Qingye Wheat The seventeenth family, "Your family pays one hundred yuan to buy explosives." Du Bo said: "Pay all the money from the family." Dubo money 180 yuan The twenty-ninth family said, "The pig was killed and sent to the construction site on the fifth day of May." Sima Hu's wife said: "The pig is still young." Sima Hu roared: "Say one more word and I will tear your mouth apart." Sima Hu pork Thirty, "When you have a chance, go to Jiaohuoyuan to sell a few inches of leather." Sima Lu said, "Okay." Sima Lu sells human skin once No. 34, "You go to Jiudu in half a month to do human flesh business for ten days." "Am I going alone?" "You can get as many as you want, and let Du Bo give you a certificate." Twenty days of prostitution by the widow ... Three days later, Sanxing Village seemed to have been robbed by bandits, and all men over the age of sixteen from each family were gathered under the old tree in the center of the village.Women with grown-up children from several families were also included.The sun was half dark, and the clouds were floating in the sky.The dogs also came out from each house, and stood at the door layer by layer, looking at the villagers who were about to set off.A total of twelve shelf carts were organized into a team and lined up in the village alley in sequence. Three carts of bedding and clothes were loaded on the carts; two carts of coarse and fine grains; A cart of explosive detonators.The other three cars were loaded with children and odds and ends that cannot be separated from adults.For a long time, we pulled apart in the alley, all the people driving the cars were middle-aged men, and all the people seeing off were wives and children.The village was noisy, and the voices of red, green, and green voices flooded the houses of the crowd.The women chased the men and asked, what should I do when the corn is ripe?The man said he was ready to feed the pigs, what do you want to do at home.The children chased after him and asked, Dad, when are you coming back?The father said, after digging through the canal, you will return, and if you drink the water from Lingyin canal, you can live to your seventies and eighties.After a while, the clouds parted and the sun shone on the houses in the village's streets and alleys.Sima Hu and Sima Lu both set up carts in the convoy, stretched their necks and looked towards the village. When Sima Lan was nowhere to be seen, they boldly told their family that digging a ditch this time would not cause their throats to swell and hurt. Let the fourth brother exhaust us to the canal.He said that if he really died, no matter how poor he was, he would not be able to buy a willow wood coffin, and within half a month after being buried in the ground, the moths would be gone, so even if he sold his house, he would still have to buy a paulownia wood coffin.The daughter-in-laws all blamed him, saying that the person hadn't gone yet, and the unlucky words should be said first, how old are you?It's still a few years away from thirty-nine and forty, and the Du family and Lan's family still have a few thirty-eight, and their throats are starting to hurt, so they still go. At this time, Sima Lan came out from the alley.The snake scar on his neck, which was getting smaller day by day, was as red as a piece of silk in the sunlight, and the murderous look on his face a few days ago was gone, replaced by patches of hot red excitement, hardened in the summer The earth-like coagulation on the sides of his nose.On top of the red heat, his two somewhat hazy eyeballs are still green in color, looking like the eyes of two animals that have gone crazy.He led the big leopard, two leopards, etc., and walked with Du Bo. Du Bo was behind him step by step, and was pulled behind him in a while.He didn't care about Du Bo, he just cared about the shooting star coming from the ground, and the sound of footsteps could be faintly heard beyond the mountain ridge.The villagers don't know how his eyes turned green in a few days, and how he suddenly went crazy. When he went there, he led the big leopards, the second leopards, the long bars and a group of young men who didn't know much about the world like the leader of the bandits. At any moment, any villager will be brought out and beaten up.Someone said that the village head was coming, and immediately a group of people threw their heads towards the other side of the alley.The village was instantly so quiet that only the sound of the sun shining on it could be heard.The scent of the wheat field outside the village has gradually become stronger and stronger. After a rain, the dry musty smell of the small leaves of the wheat stalks has become a silky black line in the wind.The insect bag hanging from the tree, in the midair of the village, was shaken by Sima Lan's footsteps.When he got there, the villagers there made way for him, and let him drive by like a cart with a group of people.At this moment, he walked into the crowd, looked up at the cool white sky, took off the white coarse cloth shirt on his body, revealing the revitalized purplish red flesh on his upper body, and said loudly, let's go home , Xia Qiu was busy harvesting seeds, anyone who had a problem went to Du Bo, and all the family affairs were handed over to him—then, he passed through the crowd and shouted to the shelf motorcade: "Let's go—" The villagers with the three surnames set off again towards the back beam of the Ralou Mountain Range.The sound of wheels, voices and the collision of things on the car, in the bright sunlight, warmly fluttered and fell, scraping the walls of the village and the peeling mud and falling.The motorcade went out of the village in a hurry, with young and strong laborers trailing behind.A spoon for scooping rice fell from the car. Sima Lan bent down to pick it up, but didn't put it back on the car again. He held it in his hand like a child walking on the side of the road, waving it while walking like a wooden stick, and turned back. He turned his head and yelled at the women and children who came to see him off: "Fucking back, we're going to build canals so that you can live to your forties, fifties, or sixties, not to dig graves for the villagers and follow suit one by one." The people who saw him off all stood at the head of the village. Then he called: "Father, you didn't leave the salt money at home—" Answer: "There are three hens, don't they lay eggs every day—"" The women stopped calling.The team went up the beam road, and they stood at the head of the village in a daze, the children didn't know what happened, they looked at the people going away in a daze, and the mother slapped the children's buttocks fiercely, saying cry!cry!Your father is going to make you live longer, why are you crying?The baby was about to start crying, the voice was piercing, piercing like silver needles towards the crowd on the beam.Hearing the cry of the baby, the man turned his head around in the line, waved his hands in the air, and followed the horses and the convoy away.