Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen

one One morning at the end of winter, the village of Sanxing was crushed by thick fog on the mountainside, like a larger piece of tattered clothes, sticking wetly to the grass on the ground.Sima Lan opened the door, felt pushed by the torrent, staggered, and the fog split his body and leaked into his room.There was a lot of fog, he thought, and it must be a very fine day.When he walked out of the courtyard and looked up at the sky, he saw a girl squeezed out of the mist on the opposite side, with many gray and white drops of water in her hair. She stood up in front of him, and said with a face full of fear and panic:

"Brother Sima Lan, my father is dead." Sima Lan's gaze was fixed on the fog in front of him, and when he saw Lan Sisi standing in front of him, he froze in shock. "What did you say?" "My father died in the middle of the night last night." The fog was flowing like water on the village street, splashing white with waves and waves, and the water droplets falling from the leaves above the head fell on Sima Lan's head, and exploded with a bang, breaking into pieces. Hit him in the face, ears, arms.Suddenly, he felt a little respect for the village chief Lan Baisui who was as soft as his face, and his sorrow for the five or six people of the previous generation in their thirties who died in the village within a month, all in the blink of an eye. The release was very light, and I felt that their deaths were all due to the age they lived, and it was all due to the throat blockage in that world, and had nothing to do with the village head Lan Baisui who led the villagers for five or six years to repair the land. .

However, the village head was hanged to death, which really proved that the land full of mountains and fields could not save the lives of the villagers.That is to say, when it was Sima Lan's turn, they still wouldn't live past the age of forty.That is to say, Sima Lan, who has grown into a country man, has already lived half his life before he knew it, and death has already come to him.Staring at Lan Shishi's plump and fair face, and her drenched black hair, he shuddered a few times, grabbed Lan Shishi's hand, and dragged her to a tent at the corner of the alley. In the fog, he tightly held her other hand.Her hand had been shaken in the mist for a long time, and it was as cold as a carrot just washed out of the water.But his hands were hot and sweaty.This was the first time in his life that he was holding the hand of a girl after he had truly learned about men and women, and it was the blue forty whom he had been fascinated by since he was a child.Although she was two years younger than him, she was more plump than her sisters. Her eyes were also sharp and her lips were thick and ruddy as if they were about to bleed.And her cheeks, if it wasn't for the summer and autumn in the sun in the field, who in the village could be fairer than her?He saw the tiny drops of water hanging from the mist on the fluff of her nose and lips, and suddenly felt a little thirsty, as if he wanted to climb up to inhale those drops of water, and he pulled her into his arms with trembling hands , said eagerly, forty, what did your father say before he died?She struggled to shake her head.Did he really say nothing?Didn't tell you to marry me?Didn't you say let me be the village head?

She shook her head and took a step back. "You hurt my hand." He relaxed, still holding her hands, "Forty, forget it if you marry me. If you marry me, I will let you rest at home every day and not work." She wrenched her hands free, "Look, look, you made my hands red." He does not look at her hands, but only at her face, "You just need to tell the villagers that your father called you to the bed last night and said that he said he was afraid that he would not live long. He thinks that I, Sima Lan, is the village chief who is suitable to pick him up among the new people in the village. If I marry you, I will let you live to the age of forty and not work for the rest of my life." Sima Lan stood still in the mist, like a stake planted there, speaking with enthusiasm, every word He chewed quickly between his teeth before spitting it out.Lan Shiyi caressed her other wrist with one hand, and as she listened, her hands stopped moving suddenly, frozen in the mist, and the mist hung on her tender fingertips like white threads.She said, Brother Sima Lang, do you really want to be the village chief?He said, I dream about it even when I am sensible.Didn't she say that being the village chief would still not live past forty?What did he say the village head is?The village head is the father of the whole village, whoever is told to do what he has to do.

He said, "I became the head of the village, and I led the villagers to bring water from Lingyin Temple 60 miles away to the village. It is guaranteed that the villagers will live beyond the age of forty after drinking the water." She said, "Are you really marrying me?" He said: "Really." Then said: "There are people in Lingyin Temple who live to be one hundred and twenty years old." She said: "If you marry me, can you really prevent me from working in the fields for the rest of my life?" He said: "Yes." He also said: "Maybe people in the village can live to fifty, sixty, seventy or eighty miles after drinking Lingyin water."

She said the last thing to him, then I will tell the villagers as you said, I said, if you marry me, you will be the most unconscionable person in the world.After saying this, she turned around and walked out of the fog under the corner of the alley.When she walked out of the fog, she saw her younger sister Lan Sanjiu standing outside the fog, as if standing outside the door. She pulled her sister away and walked towards the mourning banner under the jujube tree in front of her house. I also saw her four married sisters, the elder brother Lan Jiushi, the second brother Lan Bashi, the fourth brother Lan Liushi, and the fifth brother Lan Fifty, all returned from their in-laws' house, and they were lighting a pile of straw fire under the tree to express their condolences to the village. , the flames were yellow and refreshing like sunlight, burning the white mist far away.The four sisters knelt in front of the fire, waiting for Forty and Sanjiu to kneel down and cry loudly together.

They knelt down one by one. There were sad and bright cries in the village, and the rain-like tears wet the villages, houses, streets and courtyards of Sanxing Village in the Palu Mountain Range.At this time, the sun came out fiercely from the east of the village, and the golden beams shone on the thick fog in the village street, and the bluish-white fog quietly receded to nowhere.In a blink of an eye, all the houses closed their doors.Sima Lan then knocked on a copper gong that the former village head Lan Baisui had just knocked in a hurry, and knocked out from the mist under the sun, the copper-colored cry mixed with the sound of the gong cracking like a vat, without panicking. Not in a hurry, I walked down the streets of Santiao Village in a down-to-earth manner.

"Dang-dang-dang-" "Hey—listen to those named Du, Lan, and Sima—the village head is dead—he hanged himself, and before he dies, tell me to take charge of the affairs of the village—the women are going to sew shrouds—the men are digging graves Build a coffin—" "Hey—listen to those named Du, Lan, and Sima—the village chief is dead—you will listen to me from now on—the women are going to sew shrouds—the men are digging graves and building coffins—" "When—when—when—" The fog receded immediately amidst the sound of the gong, and the calling sounded golden and resounding in the sunlight.

two Sima Lan became the village head. Everyone in Sansurname Village knew that when Lan Baisui died, Sima Lan was appointed village head in his will.The village head can't live to be more than forty years old, and it doesn't matter whoever is the village head.The day after the funeral for Lan Baisui, Du Yan, an old man from Sansurname Village, came back from the township government.Du Yan is the chef of the township government.For Sanxing Village, Du Yan is the township government.The voice of the township government was transmitted to the village when Du Yan returned to Sanxing Village.In the past, when Lan Baisui was the head of the village, he would invite Du Yan back from the town when encountering difficulties. Du Yan stood in front of everyone and said that the matter was due to the village's policy in one way or another, and the problem had to be understood and solved up.Right now, the 38-year-old Lan Baisui is dead, and the 37-year-old Du Yan is not only the policy of the village, but also the oldest old man in Sanxing Village.In the courtyard of Lan's house, people who built the coffin came in and out looking for picks and shovels.The woman who sewed filial piety, in addition to borrowing the filial piety clothes and filial hats of someone who had just died in the village, because the old village head had six daughters, all of whom needed full white filial piety, so she tore off his family's white coarse cloth sheets, cut them, and mended them again. Two sets of Blue Forty and Blue Three Nine were short.Six daughters were crying around the dead body, and the crying in a courtyard flooded everything like a lake in the rush.

Sima Lan said: "Don't cry, it's time to dress Uncle Bai Sui." The six daughters stopped crying and put on the shroud for their father.There are four floors, old and new, and when the inside, the outside, and the outside are finished, Sima Lan said: "Keep crying, don't let uncle die and you can't hear the crying." Crying again and again.At this time, Du Yan rushed back from the town.He shot into the courtyard of Sima's house, said a few words to the villagers, and stood behind the six kneeling daughters. Through their tearful cries, he saw Sima Lan tie up the hundred-year-old Lan with a length of hemp rope. Feet, said Uncle Centenary, you can go on the road with confidence, you can rest assured that you will leave the affairs of the village to me.Then, he broke off Lan Baisui's dead hands hiding in his birthday sleeves one by one, and stuffed two bright white five-cent buns into one hand, saying that holding money with both hands will lead to good luck and a hundred years old Uncle, you can buy whatever you want, leave the hard life to the village, and I will lead the villagers to suffer.In the end, Sima Lan used a bamboo chopstick to pry open Lan Baisui's clenched teeth, pulled his neck and looked into his throat, took out a bright yellow copper coin for him to bite, and said, Uncle Baisui, what are you doing? Sansurname Village has been exhausted for a lifetime, now it's time for you to hold the silver and bite the gold, so you can leave at ease, since you let me be the village head, if I can't let the villagers live past forty years old, you can recruit me at any time.After saying this, Du Yan went to the front of the straw shop with a loud cry, and pushed Lan Baisui aside. Without any explanation, he took out the bun from Lan Baisui's hand, stuffed two copper coins in, and put him on the ground. He took out the copper dollar in his mouth and put in a silver dollar; he untied the loose buckle of the hemp rope on his feet and tied it into a dead knot of hemp rope with three turns and two turns.

Sima Lan stood on the side in a daze, with a tinge of hatred in his eyes.The six daughters suddenly cried hoarsely, as if the downpour suddenly stopped, leaving only the coldness of the ground smoldering in front of people's eyes. All eyes turned to the grass bed where the corpse was lying, and surprise filled Lan's house like a cloud after the rain stopped. Du Yan said: "Who was at the bedside when Brother Lan Baisui died?" Forty, who was kneeling under Lan Baisui's legs, raised his head. "I," she said, "uncle, my father called me by the bed the night before he died." Du Yan asked: "What did you say?" Forty said: "Father said that the affairs of the village should be left to Brother Sima Lang. He said that Brother Sima Lang is also a figure in the village." Du Yan stared at Lan Shishi's seventeen-year-old face. "What else did you say?" "Nothing more." "Did you really say nothing else?" "Tell me to ask Uncle to take care of the affairs of the village for Brother Sima Lang." Du Yan stood beside Lan Baisui, silent for a long time.The short stubble on his face turned from gray and black to half-blue and half-purple red in the blink of an eye, like persimmon leaves that are about to fall this season.The eyes of the villagers and the sound of rough breathing, like dead branches and leaves falling from the wind, floated down at a loss, not knowing where to put them carefully, they just looked at each other and remained silent.At this time, Lan Shishi stood up, put a stool under Du Yan's buttocks, and said, Uncle, you sit down, why didn't you go back to the village for half a month when your father died the night he was still talking about it?Didn't go back to the village for half a month? Du Yan didn't sit down. Du Yan glanced at the stool, didn't speak, turned around and went out from among the forest-like daughters of the Lan family.When passing through the courtyard, the sound of his footsteps flew up and hit the wall of the house before landing on the ground with a thump.Some leaves swirled from the air and were shaken down.Sima Lan looked at Du Yan who was walking away, then turned her head to look at Lan Shishi gratefully with reddish and hot eyes, and said crying, crying, how could they stop crying after putting on the shroud.The six sisters all began to cry again.The first one to cry was Lan Shishi, her cry was sharp and loud, as moist as the sound of the bamboo forest cracking from the other side of the river in the morning. Sima Lan came out majesticly from the crying, and erected herself upright in the courtyard. "Those who sew filial piety cloth have thinner stitches. People in the village will use this filial hat and filial clothing after death." "The work in the coffin shed is rough, as long as the wind doesn't blow it down." Those who should cry cried again, those who should sew again sewed, and those who should work went to work.Sima Lan's words really started to ring out in Sanxing Village. three The house the Du family lives in is a three-upper hatchback. The grass of the new thatch has been washed by the fog and exposed to the sun, but it has not yet passed through the continuous rain and mildew, and it still exudes a bright yellow grass smell. Du Yanduan, who had lunch Sit under the eaves with an empty bowl and smoke.The tobacco is self-grown tobacco leaves, mixed with half of the sesame leaves and a few sesame seeds. When you smoke it, there is a constant aroma of sesame seeds being burnt and exploded in the smoke pot.His little Sima Lan's one-year-old son, Du Bo, watched his father smoke from the door of the wing room, and watched this father, who was like the government of the village with three surnames, smoke like a fog.After smoking, he stood up coldly and dropped the bowl with a bang.The broken bowl pieces are like white snowflakes, flying down the bluestone path in the courtyard. His son Du Bo took a few steps forward. "Father, I don't want to be that village head yet." Du Yan remained silent, and smoked the cigarette until it was scorched and creaked. Dub also said: "I want to learn from a doctor. If I learn a prescription, I can live forty miles." Du Yan extinguished the cigarette, twisted the ashes with his foot, and stared at his son, as if examining a piece of jade. At this time, Zhu Cui, the daughter of Du Yan's family, came out of a stove above the wing, and stood in the center of the courtyard, shaking the water for washing the pot from the grass brush.Standing there under the noon sun, her shadow was about as long as a chopstick, black and gray sticking to the ground in front of her feet.She stepped on her shadow and said, Dad, it's okay if I don't become the village head, but if I don't become the village head, I will never marry in the Sansurname Village. If I leave the village, I can live in my fifties, sixties, seventies and eighties.When Zhucui said this, she untied the woven apron around her waist, and rolled the pot-washing brushes in her hand into the apron layer by layer, while looking at her brother Du Bo, with a layer of pink on his dry yellow face. It was as if she was about to get married while speaking.However, as soon as her words came out of her mouth, Du Yan, the father, put the cigarette pouch on his mouth, raised his head, and there was a kind of cold light in his eyes. He said, "You won't live to be forty even if you get married." She didn't look at her father, she looked at the window of the upper room, stiffened her neck and said: "I don't live past forty, and my child may live forty miles away from this land and water." Dad said: "..." She said: "The baby won't survive, maybe my grandson will live past forty miles." Dad just stared at her blankly. She gave her father a cold look, threw the rolled brush and loincloth to the ground, turned around and went into the kitchen to fetch the washing pot water, and went to feed the pigs and drink the sheep. Du Yan suddenly rolled his oily black cigarette pack around the pipe stem a few times, and smiled faintly. That silent smile swayed in the courtyard like a layer of pale yellow water vapor.After laughing, he said let the Sima family be the head of the village, then looked at his son Du Bo, and said, "You go to the township office to take over my class, even if you are in the commune, and you are also a cadre of the commune. Sima Lanli.Turning his head again, squinting his eyes in the white, looking at Zhucui who was stirring pig food in the corner of the courtyard, he said: "Zhucui, your mother died early, and I have wronged you these few years. If you really want to leave Sansurname Village, you can marry Palou Mountain Range and fly away. In this way, even if you and your brother don't live to be more than forty years old, there is no need Suffering the crimes of the village with three surnames, I will live half my life." Zhu Cui turned around and stared at her father, with pink and pink joy in her eyes, flowers blooming and covering a courtyard. Four The same thing happened.That incident hit the sky above the village like a collapsed beam, knocking the whole village into a ignorant state.The leaves of the Chinese toon, elm, poplar, pagoda tree and saponins in the whole village were all shaken and fell. The trees are all bare and stunned. The daughter of Du Yan's family, Zhucui, dared to openly find her husband's family outside Liang, and openly wanted to marry outside Palou Mountain. Three meals, autumn rushes to the mountains like a rattling wheel, and the red tassels of maize begin to wither into a few strands on the skinny ears.Looking up from the village, the terraced fields are exposed layer by layer, and the red soil is bloody exposed among the half-dried and half-green sorghum.The thin, autumn-ripe sweetness is like the candy smell spit out by children who blow from the town outside the mountain after they get tired of eating it.But, anyway, autumn came as scheduled, and in the successive years of disasters that almost failed to harvest, when the villagers were called to work in the fields, some people saw bamboo greens that grew like corn tassels before sunset. After walking back from outside the village, it was the same as coming back from another world, wearing a brand new checkered twill shirt, and also wearing twill blue trousers, and even the shoes on the feet were red plastic that only people in the city would dare to wear. Fleece soles, with finger-wide straps on the feet, and red and bright buckles on the straps, walking in the daylight of the countryside made the daylight much darker.Moreover, she also carried a red bundle on her arm. It was the daughter and son-in-law who had a husband's family who went to the store and came out with an extra bundle of clothes.When she stepped on the setting sun and walked through the street, she looked like a triumphant return, her face was flooded with bright colors, her steps were thin and light, and she hopped like a bird returning to its nest. half empty. "Zhucui, have you found the in-law's family in another village?" "Village Chief Lan is dead, and no one dares to prevent women from marrying out." At that time, Sima Lan, his younger brother Sima Hu and many villagers were repairing the ridge.The rain washed away many sections of the dam of the terraced fields, and the villagers were picking up stones from the river to build the collapsed dam. At this moment, a woman went up to the beam and screamed, saying that Du Zhucui was going to marry in another village, Sima Lan, if you become the village head, you don’t care—if you don’t care, I will marry my daughter to another village—the voice is like the winter wind, and it is white and cold. When people push away the corn stalks, they will see the voice It was an aunt of Sima Lan who fled to Xuzhou with a peddler from the south. She was caught and hung on an old saponin tree. After being beaten to pieces by Lan Baisui, she was forced to marry a bachelor in the village that night. Lan Xiangxiang.From then on, Lan Baisui, the village head who just took office, has become awe-inspiring and respectful in the village.Sima Lan has only been the village chief for half a month now, and when the wind blows his roots are still swaying, the same thing is happening in front of him with a bang.Lan Xiangxiang, who was calling on the beam, stood with her hands on her hips at the head of the field. All the villagers who heard the call all glanced over and stared at Sima Lan's face.Sima Lan felt his face was stiff and numb, so he wiped his face and said: "Danny Du's family." Then he led the villagers and carried their belongings back to the village.Walking eagerly on the road, a group of villagers with three surnames followed closely behind, and a cold wind was born like a team.Naturally, Sima Lan walked in the front, followed by his two younger brothers Lu and Hu.Sima Lu followed his brother's footsteps, kept catching up and walked side by side with his brother, and said in a trembling voice, "Fourth brother, I'm afraid I can't fight, her father cooks in the commune and knows the village chief well."Sima Hu said: "It's a dick, let's beat it after a while." Sima Lan looked at the two brothers, his face was blue and purple, and his steps slowed down. After thinking for a while, he said: "Sixth brother, fifth child is afraid of you doing it." Sima Hu said: "Fourth brother, you are the village chief, you just give orders." Sima Lan gave him a wink, and the young Sima Hu ran back to the village to prepare rope and whip.Immediately afterwards, Sima Lan led the villagers to the head of the village. In a blink of an eye, all the unemployed women and children in the village knew that they were going to hang and beat the bamboo trees of the Du family on the old saponin tree, and they all set up a tree at the entrance of the village. He took a piece of it, and his face was pale and rosy.Except for building terraces and fields, nothing earth-shattering has happened in the village for several years. It has been really lonely for too long, and today is finally going to have a good show.The men stood under the saponin tree with their belongings on their shoulders and waited for the breakup, while the women and children hugged each other and walked towards Du's alley.People with the original surname of Du's family, needless to say, did not know how to help Sima's family, and they had the same ancestor and surname.The people surnamed Lan no longer presided over the affairs of the village, and naturally it was time for spectators. Only a few teenagers and youths surnamed Sima followed behind Sima Lan, and then they took the whips and ropes Sima Hu had found, and occasionally took willow sticks and rolling mills. The noodle stick rushed towards Du's house.At the door of Du's house, people stood up, held their breath, and made a way out of the way.Sima Lan stepped down on the road, suppressed the shock, stepped forward and opened the door of Du's house. Du Bo was shearing a sheep in the yard.Zhucui was hanging her betrothal gift on a rope. It was a few pieces of red flowered foreign cloth. When it was wet with water, the cloth shrunk first, and then dried on the rope.The red cloth and green cloth banner fluttered brightly, and the bamboo and emerald green under the banner pulled the crumpled hem of the cloth indifferently.They looked calm, as if their brother and sister had known for a long time that Sima Lan was going to lead the villagers to fight, so they waited here quietly, and they had been waiting for many days.Sima Lan froze in front of the gate for a moment, but was a little overwhelmed by the calmness of the Du brothers and sisters in the courtyard. It wasn't until Sima Hu said something about the fourth brother that he dragged her out and hung her from the tree first. He woke up in a daze, turned around and said to the crowd, "If I don't speak, no one can do anything."Then, he stepped into the courtyard alone, closed the gate, and walked towards Dubo.The courtyard was very quiet. The half-sheared sheep ran out from Du Bo's hands, kicking a pile of wool across half of the courtyard with the sound of hooves. Du Bo stood up from the ground. Sima Lan said, "Your sister is going to marry in another village, isn't she?" Du Bo said, "You can tell her about her." Sima Lan said: "You don't care if you are a brother, but I will hang her from a tree and beat her if I am the village head." Du Bo said Sima Lan, you uphold the justice of the women in the village who are not allowed to marry. If you want to beat you, you will beat her to death.After saying this, he turned around and left, went to the room to put the wool he had sheared, turned around at the door, and said, don't forget that my father is a cadre of the government, so he went into the house. Sima Lanmu stood upright: "Zhu Cui, are you determined to marry outside?" Zhu Cui is still hanging out her betrothal gift: "The wedding date is all set, so it's good to have it on the third day of the first month." He said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll hang you from a saponin tree and beat you?" She said: "Do you dare to beat me to death? If you don't beat me to death, I will marry out of Sansurname Village. Don't say beat me to death, as long as you beat me to blood, my father will lead the people from the commune to withdraw you." The village chief. Don’t you dream of being the village chief?” She held an enamel washbasin, with a faint smile on her face, and said that the village chief was supposed to be me after her father and Lan Baisui agreed. Brother, but Lan Shi is your best friend. Everyone in the village knows that you sneaked through the corn field when you were sixteen, so she said that his father died and let you take over.The sun was already red, and the courtyard wall cast a long shadow in the red.The noise outside the courtyard was overwhelming.Sima Hu shook the door of Du's house loudly, Du Zhucui glanced at the door, and said that if you hit me, you can't be the village head, if you don't hit me, you can't be the village head if you don't hit me, and you can't close the door for girls in the village to marry , She glanced at Sima Lan, whose face was full of purple, and saw his hands clenched into fists, and the tendons on the back of his hands bulging into vertical and horizontal embankments. She suddenly put the empty basin on the window sill of the wing room, turned around, and walked away from him. After a few steps away, she stood down again with her head hooked, looked at her clothes, and when she raised her head again, the setting sun receded, but her face was full of the blood red of the setting sun. At this time, she coldly called Brother Sima Lang again, and said that I don't need to marry, I can make you the village head firmly, and I can let my father invite the commune officials into the village to hold a mass meeting announcing you as the village head At this point, she paused for a while, stared at Sima Lan suddenly, and said firmly, if this is the case, you will not be able to live with Lan Sicheng. She said you have to live with me. Say you have to marry me. He said that year when I saw you and Forty Sister burrowing into the corn field, I stayed at the top of the field, and I didn't see you burrowing out of the field from dinner until it was dark.Said that at that time I stayed on the ground, and all I thought about was that I would marry you, Sima Lan, for the rest of my life, and if I didn't marry you, Sima Lan would marry in another village even if he died.Said that Lan Si is so good-looking that she doesn’t have to worry about finding a good man, she is good-looking but not necessarily able to serve a man. Well, if you marry me, Du Zhucui, I will work for you, wash and cook, and serve you face-washing water. , Pour the footwashing water; said that if I, Du Zhucui, say one bad word to you in my life, you can cut off my tongue. At this time, the courtyard wall had disappeared, and the last afterglow of the setting sun went out like a lamp between Du Zhucui's words.There was no more noise outside the door, and it was so quiet that one could hear the sound like thick cloth slipping when the sunset was over.Sima Lan suddenly felt a little weak in his legs, he really wanted to squat down with something to support, the bruise on his face disappeared, his hands clenched into fists were loose, and he felt his throat was a little dry.He wants to drink saliva.He said Zhucui, you are only sixteen and you are full of words that you should not say. She said what happened to Sixteen?Didn't the government stipulate that village girls with three surnames can marry at sixteen and men at eighteen? He said, "Leave that aside, I'm very thirsty." "I'll fetch you a bowl of water," she said. He said, "No." She still went to bring him a bowl of well cold water, and put a handful of rare white sugar in the bowl.There is no white sugar in the whole village, and only the Du family has this good thing. Because Du Yan is a cook for the township government, there is never a shortage of sugar in the sugar bowl.Sima Lan took the water bowl, saw the unmelted white sugar sink halfway in the bowl, then raised her head and glanced at Zhucui. He said: "Zhu Cui, you are only sixteen years old but you have such a wild heart, do you know that you have harmed me, Sima Lan, for a lifetime and forty lifetimes?" She said: "Brother Sima Lang, Hepu'er got married and I can't serve you well, so you can drive me out of your Sima's house, whoever you want to marry, okay?" Fives After autumn, Sima Lan and Zhucui got married together.