Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty Six

one Sima Lan finally gave Sanxing Village a shock when he was a teenager. At the end of winter, when the villagers were digging the land on the mountain ridge, Sima Lan set out on the road with a bag on his back.His mother baked a bagful of dry food for him, pure white flour, and the breath was like fog under his nose.He lay down on the steamed buns and sniffed them a few times, and imitated the grown-ups, and pinned the dry food to his waistband.When he went out, the dry food slapped his buttocks, and he felt that his buttocks were soaked in a layer of green onion and yellow oily smell. He said, mother, is this steamed bun baked with cotton oil?

Mother said it was sesame oil. He stared at his mother's face for a while, and said to keep half of it for his younger brothers Lu and Hu. No need, my mother said, you are going to sell skins, so you have to eat well to raise them. So he went on his way.The thick white air on the mountain ridge made the morning in late winter soaked with water. When a person was on the ridge, his face was wet and wet in a blink of an eye. After a while, the cold wind seemed to have ice particles.Mother sent him to the beam, and he said to go back, mother, and mother stood on the beam, looking at his lonely figure, and called out in her dark hissing voice, Lan——don't be afraid of pain, your father never I never said that it hurts, and the skin grows faster with less anesthetic.He wanted to turn around and yell Don't worry, I'm an adult, but when he turned around, a gust of wind choked his throat, he just opened his mouth, turned and walked away.The villagers wielding picks and shovels on the opposite hillside swayed like insects hanging on leaves in the swiftly flowing wind and mist.The freshly dug land was water-red, and in the morning fog, it looked like a beheaded blood flowing out. Sima Lan smelled the bloody smell of the red soil, and it floated strongly from the opposite beam, and then swung towards the winter field. .

He stopped there for a while, then resolutely set out on the road.Three days later, Sima Lan came back from outside Palou Mountain when there was some warmth in the windless and sunny afternoon.His face was radiant, and he was wearing a blue foreign cloth overcoat, so new that even the sunlight was dyed light blue by the foreign cloth.He couldn't walk fast, and every time he took a step, his right leg limped, but in front of his lame leg, a forked branch pushed the wheel of a cart.The branch was just tied to the wheel beam, turned left and right to make lunch, returned to the mountain beam, and pushed the wheel to the villagers who overturned the ground. People looked at him from afar, as if looking at a man from outside the world. When the god-man came, no one dared to call him in a daze for a moment, and dared not step forward to help him.

Sima Lan called out to the villagers from a distance: "Hey, I'm back—I bought the wheels." The men in the village finally realized with a bang that it wasn't Shenli, but the young Sima Lan. They threw away their belongings and surrounded them, lying on the rubber tires of the frame wheels one by one, smelling the black and pungent smell of rubber, saying It smells like burnt cloth.Sima Lu and Sima Hu, who came to work as soon as he knew how to manage the household, turned the slippery axle with their hands and listened to the crunch of the steel balls. They really found that the wheel was lighter and more agile than the ox cart wheel.Yang Gen, who just turned fourteen, touched the rubber teeth on the tire and said, is this a frame wheel?In my life, I have never seen a foreign car wheel or entered a county town.

The village chief, Lan Baisui, came over. He was cleaning up the overturned land at the head of the field, and he used stones to block the edge of the field to prevent the new soil from flowing into the bottom of the ditch.At this moment, he walked over, pinched the steel rod of the wheel with his hands, and then went to touch Sima Lan's head and smiled, like touching his own child who suddenly grew taller, and was about to say a word of praise to Sima Lan However, Sima Lan solemnly called the village chief, saying that when he came back from the county seat, he saw hundreds of people on the mountain ridge west of the town, just like the villagers with three surnames, turning over the fields and burying the old soil. Replace it with new soil.

Lan Baisui took his hand off Sima Lan's head. Lan Haiwa, do you really want to dig and change the soil like this? As Sima Lan said, he dug the raw soil, covered it with mellow soil, and built up the edge of the ground, which looked like layers of red ladders from a distance. Lan Baisui stared at Sima Lan's face for a while, and a layer of red was suppressed on his face. After a long time, he said that he heard it all—you heard Lan Haiwa say that there were people plowing the land outside Palou Mountain for soil, right?It’s not just our village with three surnames who don’t live to be 40 years old. If they want to live longer, they have to change the land just like us. Now you should believe me, Lan Baisui.It is said that from now on, if we want to turn over the more than 400 mu of land in five or six years, we need to use this foreign cart, and a rack cart can support ten strong laborers.Where is the shelf cart?Car sheds are made in the village, and every family pays for the wheels.where is the moneyOn every man's thigh leather.It is said that the ancestors of our three-surname village have sold human skins in this way for generations. Our generation's thighs are sold out, and it is the turn of the next generation.In a few days, the village organizes boys over the age of fifteen to sell their skins in batches, and those who sell their skins and do not buy a wheel will have to buy back ten shovels or twelve pairs of jing baskets.

The warm image of the sun is like water flowing on the mountain ridge.The villagers touched the wheels of the first car and looked up at Lan Baisui's face. They all saw Lan Baisui's face flushed with excitement, like a plate of round persimmons hanging in the autumn sun. They all saw that since he became the village chief, this is the first time that a bunch of words jumped out of his mouth, like thick ripe apricots, full of color and flavor, floating in front of people's faces and ears.They all thought of Sima Lan who bought back the wheels.When I turned my head to look at the boy again, I found that the women in the village didn't seem to care about the wheels. None of them surrounded the wheels, but all of them surrounded Sima Lan, who asked Sima Lan to take off his blue cotton sweater. , took the foreign cloth shirt in his hand, and passed it from woman to woman, and they all found that the foreign cloth was really flat and strong, and the cloth was woven diagonally, and there was no coarse cotton thread anywhere. Small bumps.They also found that the cloth was made by sewing machines in the city, and the stitches were fine and even, and they couldn't find any unequal stitches.Sitting on the handle of a shovel, Sima Lan was surrounded by women like a hero, answering their questions one by one, such as how much is this foreign cloth per foot?How many feet did you use for this jacket?How much did you spend in total?Also do sewing shop machines really sew with pedals instead of hands?Is it enough for a machine to tie such a shirt for a day?Is the manual fee one yuan or one yuan and five?Then there is the tile-roofed house at the station in the city?The road is still as wide as before, can four carriages be driven side by side?Do men and women still walk side by side?Do women, young and old, still wear scarlet clothes?Sima Lan answered their questions one by one, and said that the men and women in the city were crazy, writing messy words on big white paper, covering two rows of walls in one street; Mouths and white paper are pasted into top hats, and people are tied up, and people wear top hats and wander in the streets.The woman asked what was that for?Sima Lan said who knew what they were doing, and they were startled for a while. The crazy city people were silent in disbelief until Sanjiu, the seventh daughter of the Lan family, squeezed into the crowd from where, and Leng Dinger asked: "The Jiaohuo Academy doesn't want girls." , Daughter-in-law's fur?

Sima Lan said, yes, do you dare to sell it? Sanjiu said: If you want it, I will sell it, and if you sell it, I will buy a dress made of foreign cloth to wear. The women all laughed at Sanjiu, saying that you don't want to get married anymore?Cutting a piece of skin from the thigh leaves a scar, which is so rough that it is not as good as pig skin.Miss Sanjiu blushed, looked into the distance and said nothing more.Following Miss Sanjiu's eyes, everyone in the village could see that Lan Shishi neither went to look at the wheels, nor came to look at the foreign cloth and blue jacket.Leaning on a locust tree at the head of the field, she stared at the women here obsessively, until she swept her eyes away, then she softened her eyes, remained silent, and bent down to provoke her. Facing the basket, she suddenly walked out of the field alone, and the cotton in the torn jacket was white on her back.

She's done.On the corner of the field she walked by, Du Bo sat like a lone goose.Du Bo looked at her, she also looked at Du Bo, and asked what, Du Bo leaned over and sat down again alone. The sky has faded.The sunlight was thin, and the warmth faded away. Lan Sanjiu gave Sima Lan a cold look and said, you didn't bring any clothes to my sister? Sima Lan took down the dry food bag from her back waist, took out a piece of red foreign flower cloth that was folded squarely, and handed it to Lan Sanjiu, saying that it was the flower cloth bought for your sixth sister, and took out a pair of bright He handed over his foreign socks, saying they were bought for you, and he also took out a pack of cigarettes with a tobacco leaf painted on it, saying it was for your father; in the end, he grabbed a pack of small candies, colorfully colored Candy wrappers, shining colorfully in the setting sun.When the villagers shared the small candies, they finally understood that Lan Shishi, the sixth daughter of Lan Baisui's family, had finally become Sima Lan's wife.They were all a little stunned, and seemed to suddenly understand, otherwise, would Sima Lan sell his skin?Will the village buy back its first-ever wheel?

They all went to work. The sun eagerly withdrew its last shade.When it was time to go back to the village, Sima Lan stood up from the field three times and failed to stand up. The pain in his right thigh suddenly spread all over his body.Lan Baisui unpacked the pack of cigarettes, smoked one himself, and distributed one to each of the men of his generation who were in their thirties, then walked up to Sima Lan and asked: "How big is it?" Seeing that the women had left the field, Sima Lan untied her belt and took off her cotton trousers.When the men came around, they saw that his right thigh was wrapped with layers of gauze, and a piece of blood was soaked in the gauze.He untied the gauze round and round, until finally a square cotton gauze the size of a palm was revealed.Sima Lan drew a circle with her finger on the cotton yarn and raised her head.

"Almost like a walnut leaf." Du Bo, Du Nan, Lan Liugen, Lan Yanggen, Sima Lu, Sima Hu, and their neighbor Du Zhu, this group of teenagers all felt a thud in their hearts, as if suddenly pushing open the window of a dark room When I woke up with a sound, I realized that I cut off a piece of thin skin like a walnut leaf on my thigh, not only can I buy a wheel, but also a foreign cloth shirt, a pair of foreign socks, and a catty of small foreign sugar.What about cutting off two pieces?How about cutting off three pieces?What about selling the whole skin of a thigh?Don't talk about buying so many things, I'm afraid that even the girl and daughter-in-law will buy it at will.The tranquility after sunset is overwhelming on the mountain ridge.The footsteps of the adults pushing the wheels in front of the beam road, from high to low, from thick to thin, gradually recede.The generation of Sanxing Village is already a teenager, surrounded by Sima Lan, they all discussed the matter of ganging up to sell the human skin, and discussed the most important thing to do after selling the human skin. Du Zhuang said, "I've sold the leather. I'm going to get married soon." Lan Liugen said: "In addition to begging for a wife, I also have to buy a pair of denim trousers." Du Zhu said: "I don't buy clothes, I buy two catties of fat meat to eat." When it was the youngest Sima Hu's turn, he gave Sima Lan a sideways glance, and said that after I sold the skin, I would not ask for a wife, nor would I buy wheels, baskets, shovels for the village, but I would buy something for my mother. , I save the rest.It was clear that what he said meant that his brother Sima Lan had bought things for everyone in the Lan family, but he didn't buy anything for his own family. The teenagers all glanced at Sima Lan. Sima Lan stood up with a shovel.He looked at the faces of a group of people, and finally set his sights on the faces of the fifth brother Sima Lu and the sixth brother Sima Hu. Suddenly he inserted his hands into his trousers and took out two bags of sunflower seeds and a pair of dark red squares from somewhere in the cotton crotch. scarf.The body temperature on the scarf and sunflower seeds was still white and faint, spreading like wisps of cooking smoke in the cold evening.Sima Lan shook the scarf, and said to the two younger brothers, there is no father, and I am the eldest if I am alive, can I not be filial to my mother?Then he threw a bag of sunflower seeds to one of the teenagers, saying that I would give this bag to Brother Lu after I thought of going home, and now everyone should share it.He threw another bag to Sima Hu, saying that I am your elder brother, and your eldest brother is like a father, and you can't even wait until you get home.After saying this, Sima Lan no longer joined the young fellows. He leaned on the shovel handle and walked towards the village from a side road. In front of the fork, his cousin Du Bo was walking silently with his head bowed.From a long distance away, you can see the thoughts he left behind, like black tricks that have been opened and failed one by one.Du Bo said, "Brother Lan, you didn't buy me a pen?" Sima Lan said, "Have you ever brought delicious food from your house to my house? Your father is still my uncle." When the two teenagers stared, Lan Baisui came from nowhere, carrying a pickaxe, and called Sima Lan's footsteps to land on a field. He said, "Is it true that there are huge crowds of people in the town digging land for soil?" Sima Lan said: "None of them are from the town, but the labor force from the three neighbors and five villages gathered there." Lan Baisui's eyebrows were furrowed, and he said for a long while: "It would be great if we all came to our village. Your mother and I will be able to eat new food, and we won't have to die so early." Sima Lan stared at Lan Baisui.He looked at his face, like looking at a colorful farm calendar with many hexagrams. Lan Baisui said: "Tomorrow, you lead me to the town to have a look, to see which villages also suffer from laryngitis, and the laborers from other villages will work for them." two All the turning points came so suddenly. Lan Baisui and Sima Lan went to the town once, and they saw hundreds of people gathered on a mountain ridge in the west of the town, using carts and loaders to transport the soil from the high part of the field to the depression, The sloping land that has been planted for hundreds of years is as flat as the surface of a lake, and according to the terrain and the shape of the objects, all the flat edges are either built up with stones, or cut half-steep and half-straight with shovels, as smooth as flowing water.Moreover, red flags and slogans were posted everywhere on the ridges of the mountain, and the voices of people were roaring like torrential rain.Seeing so many people working, the newly plowed land is connected one by one, and the earth's atmosphere that contains thousands of years soaks people's heart and lungs, like oil smoke, pungent and appetizing.Needless to say, this was not a village worker.There is no such a big village in the world.Men and women work hard to cover one side of the hillside, like black and yellow pebbles bouncing back and forth on a river beach. Sima Lan led Lan Baisui to the mountain ridge.Lan Baisui went to ask a worker, who said that the whole commune was concentrating labor to build a pilot village of terraced fields, and that the person who led them to work was director Lu of the commune, and then Lan Baisui picked up a gap The place stood still.Lan Baisui said, what is a pilot village?Sima Lan said that he doesn't care what the pilot village is, as long as others can go to our village for nothing.Lan Baisui squatted on the edge of the ridge and did not move. There were more than a dozen shelf trucks in the field opposite him. Like a convoy, they pushed the excavated soil into a pit, and the pit was filled with brown light.Looking farther away, there are several tents on a piece of flat land on the hillside, and the smoke from the cooking is squeezed out from under the tents, transpiring in mid-air, white thick and thick for a while, then scattered lightly, melting under the blue sky and white clouds in winter.Director Lu of the commune talked for a while in front of the shed, and someone came out from under the shed with a load of boiling water, as if to deliver tea to the farmers working there.Looking further away, I saw that there were several other tents like this, all of which were filled with cooking smoke. As long as Director Lu went there, someone would come out with two rice buckets. Sima Lan smelled a white and thick fragrance. He said: "The ancestors of the Japanese used to drink rice porridge when they were thirsty." He said: "If all these people will go to work for us, they will replace 400 acres of land in one or two years." He said, "Uncle Centenarian, who is Director Lu?" Lan Baisui just didn't answer, and sighed for a long time, then he was silent for a long time, put his hand on his chin, until the person who carried the food took the empty bucket back from where, until the sun above his head slowly set , There are already sporadic workers walking past them with their belongings, and then they say to themselves, it would be great if all these people went to our village. Sima Lan stared at Lan Baisui's face. Lan Baisui said: "Go home." Sima Lan said: "Uncle, I can let all these people go to work in our village." Lan Baisui said: "It's a joke. Catch the sun and not go back to the village." Sima Lan said: "Really, Uncle. I want all these people to work in the village, what do you think?" Lan Baisui said: "Baby, you can do whatever you want." Sima Lan said: "I want to be the village head." Lan Baisui smiled: "You are only sixteen and you are just like your father back then." Sima Lan said: "You disagree?" Lan Baisui stopped laughing and said: "Except for this, baby." Sima Lan said: "I'm going to marry forty this year. You can't let our family spend a penny when I marry." Lan Baisui said loudly: "Okay. Tell me, how can you invite these people to work in our village?" Sima Lan said: "Find Director Lu and tell him that our Sansurname Village has been repaired for five or six years, and the repair is better than his place. Let him go to Palou Mountain to have a look. Wherever he goes, if he wants to transfer these people to our village, let him The whole village knelt down for him." Lan Baisui had no intention of leaving anymore, he looked at Sima Lan as if he was looking at someone he didn't know. "Can this work?" Sima Lan glanced over Lan Baisui's head, "This method won't work. You will still have to pay the bride price when I marry forty." Lan Baisui didn't say anything anymore, he saw the so-called Director Lu coming out of a tent and walking towards another mountain ridge, his shadow appeared light red in the terraced fields, tough and long like a horse whip.Lan Baisui stood up from the ground and said let's try it, which convinced Director Lu that I will let her share a shop with you when she turns 40 or 15 by the end of this year. They walked towards the top of the beam one after the other. The farmers who plowed the land let their warm eyes linger on them. Director Lu came to meet him, but he was about to turn somewhere. Lan Baisui stood still, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He said, "Call him, baby." Sima Lan said, "You are the village head." He said, "Call him, and I'll talk about the rest." Sima Lan hurriedly took a few steps, and chased after him: "Director Lu." Director Lu stopped. Director Lu turned around, causing the sunlight to ruffle his clothes. Director Lu is not as old as Lan Baisui. He is in his thirties and looks a little short of his thirties. He is skinny and pale, because he is young and has led a commune early. Just walk here on the construction site, look around, always put your hands behind your back, and always have an earth-shattering deep thought and deliberation on your face.When Director Lu turned around, the sunlight around him fell from him with a smooth sound.He looked at Sima Lan, like looking at an unknown tree. "You called me?" Sima Lan immediately said: "It's up to you to talk." Lan Baisui bit the bullet and walked towards Director Lu.The setting sun on the opposite side of him blinded him a little.When he arrived in front of Director Lu, he bent down towards Director Lu, and saw that Director Lu was wearing a pair of the best black rubber deep-cut army liberation shoes, and that Director Lu was wearing army twill green trousers. Then I saw Director Lu's coat is a blue tunic suit.Then he said, Director Lu, if you lead the whole commune to build terraces here, all these people will go to Sansurname Village, and the Sansurname villagers will kneel down to you and the whole commune.It is said that our village of Sanxing works non-stop in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Five or six years have passed, and only one and a half of the ten hillsides have been repaired, but the land is better than this, and it is more like a ladder field than this.It was said that all the commune would be required to help, and within a year, 400 mu were completed. At that time, the terraced field village was earth-shattering. Director Lu stared at Lan Baisui and Sima Lan in surprise, and after watching for more than a month, he said: "You said that your terraced fields have been repaired for five or six years?" Sima Lan took a few steps forward: "This kind of land has been cultivated for six years." Director Lu said: "Who asked you to build terraced fields?" Sima Lan said: "We repaired it ourselves. We said to repair it, and the villagers repaired it as soon as the bell rang in the village." Director Lu fixed his gaze on Sima Lan.After Sima Lan heard Director Lu's gaze slowly move from Lan Baisui to himself, he felt that gaze became soft and warm.Director Lu brought the hand behind his back to the front, went to his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, and let Lan Baisui, who didn't smoke Director Lu, didn't smoke either.There was a wind on the mountain ridge, Director Lu took off a military overcoat hanging on a tree far away, and put it on his body, he immediately looked a little richer and a little more majestic. "Which village are you from?" "Three Surnames Village." "I never heard that there is such a village in the commune." "It's at the innermost part of Palou Mountain." As if he was ready, Director Lu immediately took out a map of the commune's administrative area from his coat pocket, and asked them which side of the Ralou Mountains the village was on, and spread the map on the edge of the upper terraced fields. On the edge of a huge table, move your fingers on the colorful map, looking for a needle in a haystack.There are many terraced field repairers looking here.Director Lu's concentration is like a gentleman who must find mistakes in the students' papers, and he didn't even look up when someone came to report the number of people who built terraces in each village.He moved his finger from the bottom of the map to the top, and from west to east, and the finger stayed on the east corner of the map that was about to go out of the frame. He finally found a small black dot at the end of a mountain range on the map, and asked which brigade you belong to?Answer: Our village is a brigade.Ask how many people?The answer is too much, more than two hundred miles.Director Lu said that you are not only the smallest brigade in the whole commune, but also the smallest brigade in the whole county. Question: "What kind of relationship do you usually have with the commune?" Answer: "When we go to the market during the Chinese New Year, we go to the town of the commune." Question: "Have you held any meetings at the commune?" Lan Baisui said: For decades, no one has notified us of the meeting. " Director Lu was taken aback, and said that I had just been transferred from another place, and I didn't know there was such a village with three surnames in the commune.I don’t know how many years you have been repairing the terraced fields spontaneously.They said that you are a typical example of being buried, you go back first, and I will definitely visit your place within half a month. three Director Lu is a good cadre.When Sima Lan was about to die, he mentioned this cadre to the villagers.It is said that Director Lu works like wind and rain, and he arrived at Sanxing Village three days later. He took a jeep and parked the car on the mountain ridge.This is the first car ever driven to the head of the village in Sanxing Village. It is as meaningful as the wheels of the first shelf car that Sima Lan bought for the village. It occupies a glorious and immortal page in the history of the village. That day, the sky was cloudy, and the ditch and ravines were filled with dreary cold and winter.The jeep was parked on the top of the beam, and the villagers ran frantically from the village to the top of the beam. The screams of the children, like the light passing through the window, illuminated the winter depression.Boys and girls over the age of 14, and men and women with families and families did not expect that Director Lu would really come to the village, so they threw away their belongings from the fields and ran back.Everyone gathered around the jeep and director Lu in a coat, and served the boiled poached eggs wrapped in cotton cloth from the village.The director and his driver ate the steaming poached eggs. Seeing the six or seven little melons in the village who would not grow up, dancing around the jeep like little meatballs, they didn't want to eat the eggs.Pass the poached eggs to the children. Lan Baisui who rushed over kicked the children who ate the poached eggs. Director Lu walked around the alleys of Sanxing Village, looked at the houses and streets, walked from the west of the alleys to the field where the soil had been changed, grabbed a handful of soil and squeezed it tightly in his hands, and stood at the end. Under a persimmon tree, I looked at the dozens of acres of hillside land in Sanxing Village. I saw that the field was less than two acres, and the small ones were only a few cents. Every piece was dark red in the deep winter. No rubbish.The ridges of the field are shaped by objects, and they are curved, but they are all very sentimental; the land that is prone to landslides is built with stones, and the foundation of the house looks neat and covered from a distance.But on the hard ground, the dikes and ridges are as neat as a wall, and the shovel marks are shining with dark light.There is a damp and thick smell of dirt overflowing from there.The director took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that the sprawling new land, high and low, was well arranged, just like the red plum blossoms in this season. He said: "It would be nice to put the trial of Terrace Village here earlier." He said: "Remote, the border of three counties, if not bad, it will become typical of the whole area." He said: "Why did you forget that there is still a village here? There are still two hundred people?" People in Sanxing Village stood on the wasteland in front of the director, looking forward to the director's mouth talking to himself.A woman was holding a baby in the crowd, and the baby cried violently, so she put her hands on the baby's mouth.Looking towards the four fields, in the gray and white open space, there are old cows in the village eating hay on the opposite hillside.The sheep hanging on the cliff head are climbing the cliff to another dry grassland on the top of the cliff.The sky was low and dull, and the silence on the mountains was about to burst into a roar.The director finished reading the population and land of Sansurname Village.The director walked towards his windowless jeep without saying anything else.Villagers with three surnames followed behind the director, silent for a long time like seeing him off.When he was almost in front of the car, Sima Lan called Uncle Baisui in a low voice, saying that if he didn't let people from other villages come here to repair the terraced fields, you would have the whole village kneel down for him.Lan Baisui said: "Talk to the villagers quietly." Villagers with three surnames who were ten miles long walked silently in the jeep from the newly dug field to the village head. Lan Baisui followed behind the director like a shadow. Sima Lan stepped down and said to the villagers who came up: "Hey, I'll kneel down to Director Lu later." "Hey, when you see the village chief kneeling, you all kneel down for the director." "Hey, kneel in front of the car and don't let him drive away." "Hey, cry louder if you can." "Hey"…… The director arrived at the door of the jeep, and was about to reach out to open the door. Lan Baisui knelt down in front of the director, crying sadly and said, Director, we are also people living in the world. With the blessing of the government, you can transfer the people from the commune here to plow the land, okay?Lan Baisui's kneeling was sudden and powerful, and his knees landed on the ground like two pieces of thick chestnut wood falling from mid-air. Director Lu of the commune was so frightened that his heart thumped. , children, big and small, knelt down in a large area, all huddled in front of the director's car, with black hair, black jacket and trousers, and black wrinkled faces, which darkened the sky in front of the director several times in a blink of an eye. .There was a thin dog looking at the director in the crowd, with two lines of muddy tears hanging on his face inexplicably.Lan Baisui said, Director Lu, please take pity on our Sansurname Village. The villagers shouted like chanting: "You have pity on us, and transfer the labor from other villages..." Lan Baisui said: "I am the village head, and I kowtow to you on behalf of the whole village." The villagers followed Lan Baisui and kowtowed to the road. The half-yellow and half-white kowtow bounced off the ground and drowned Director Lu.Director Lu was moved by the sound, his thin face became pale, and the corners of his mouth trembled in that paleness. He said: "The people and horses are coming, is there a place to live in the village?" Lan Baisui said: "I asked each household to vacate the house." He said: "People in each village bring their own food to cook on fire, and you have to provide firewood for others." Lan Baisui said: "It's too bad, cut down all the trees." He said: "Some villages are poor and have no tools. You should prepare more vehicles and shovels." Lan Baisui said: "As long as there are people, we will prepare the tools." Director Lu opened the door and got into the car, saying you get up, and the driver started the jeep.The sound of black and blue machines, dragging the hot oil and steam in the front of the car, cracked the gloomy wilderness, and the jeep screamed and drove away from the cracked gloomy cracks, and the yellow dust and white smoke led the way on the mountain ridge. , galloping and lingering for a long time. Four On this day and night, Sanxing Village was full of joy and joy, and a village lost day and night.The streets and alleys are filled with various carnivals of the villagers.Some people finished their supper early before sunset and said they would play cards all night tonight.Some people simply don't cook their meals, and the family stands on the street and says to everyone they see: "Have you heard that the labor force of the whole commune will come to exchange soil for our village?" Or say: "You know, next year our village will be able to eat food grown in new soil." The men gathered together, to be honest, his grandma never thought that longevity would start in our lifetime.Thank you so much, all thanks to Lan Baisui.They all regretted that when Lan Baisui was the village head, everyone was lukewarm.They all flocked to Lan Baisui's house, not mentioning the fact that he was not supported as the village head back then, calling him Uncle Baisui, or Uncle Baisui, or Brother Baisui, and saying that you are better than Sima Xiaoxiao. The village chief has done a good job. If you were to let you take charge of the affairs of the village, the surnames Lan, Du, and Sima, I don’t know how many people will die.Those men whose wives had already died burst into tears as they spoke, saying that it would be great for their wives to survive until today, so that they can eat the food of Xintu and live a long life. Lan's house is a large courtyard house, one side room is not covered, and the adobe courtyard wall has collapsed for several years.With a bright face, Lan Baisui sat in the main room of the upper room, took a bundle of good tobacco leaves from the beam, crushed them continuously, and then mixed a spoonful of sesame oil.The house smells of smoke and oil, and the whole world is full of voices.Some people sat on the chair beside Sima Lan, while some simply squatted on the cold feet;There is no more space in the house, so I swell from the collapsed wall to the outside of the courtyard.There are mountains and seas of people, laughter and laughter, the tide goes from east to west, and the tide rises all over the mountains and plains all over the world.Some people are planning to plant a crop of millet or beans in the new field in addition to corn after the winter is over.Some people plan to say that when a person reaches a long life, he can live to forty or fifty years without dying, seven or eighty years old, shaking in the world, unable to walk, unable to speak, tooth loss and deafness, so what to do if children and grandchildren are unfilial.The eldest daughter of the Lan family, Lan Jiushi, came back from her in-law's house. She put the baby on the ground, then turned back to her in-law's house and put back two curved rafters that her in-law's house was going to use to build a house. A pot of red miscellaneous wood fire was lit, and everyone's face was reflected into a bright peach color. Lan Baisui said through the head, "Let everyone outside come to enjoy the fire." The second daughter, Lan Bashi, squeezed in to warm up by the fire, it was so cold outside.However, it was impossible to squeeze into that room, and the people in the courtyard planted a pile of dried corn in the center of the courtyard, which smoked first and then turned red, and a layer of soot flew all over the streets and alleys at dusk.People outside the yard neither entered the house nor went into the yard. They just ran and stamped their feet on the street, holding their hands to their mouths to breathe.These are mostly teenagers in the village. They don't talk about food or Xindi.They said it was too early for a co-op in the village to become a father before they were twenty, and they had to raise a wife and children before they could play in their whole life; At the age of 10, I simply found another daughter to share the second shop, and the elder sister-in-law took care of it.After saying something else, they all went to Sima Lan's house before dark. Sima Lan's house was as crowded as Lan Baisui's house, but most of them were from a later generation.Even Du Bo, who has always been out of touch with the crowd and always worried, came to Sima's house.Du Zhu, who was still unmarried at the age of 20, made his mother sick in bed, Lanliugen and Lanyanggen, who were fifteen years old and had not been to the town or county, and Du Zhuang, Sima Lu, and Sima Hu. Lan circled around, and heard Sima Lan say how he went to the commune to build a terraced field experiment village in the west of the town, so he thought of getting all the labor from the commune to come to Sanxing Village to plow the land and exchange it for soil; how he brought the village chief Lan Baisui to that village , How did I find Director Lu of the commune, and how did I ask Director Lu to come to Sanxing Village to take a look.Therefore, everyone believed that it was Sima Lan, who was only sixteen years old, not Lan Baisui, who would transfer the labor force of the whole commune.Therefore, Sima Lan was regarded as another village head of Sansurname Village. "Today," Sima Lan said, "If I told everyone in the village to kneel down to Director Lu, wouldn't Director Lu just open the door, get in the car and leave?" They all firmly believe that Sima Lan is really not an ordinary person in the village. Women don't get together with men, they light a fire for men, cook food for men and children, then come out of the house and stand in the shelter of the door, with a light that has never been on their faces, talking about something just cried.He laughed again as he said something.Suddenly there was another half-green and half-purple cry from the other side of the village, saying that so-and-so was crying and making noise in front of her house, as if she was crazy, singing and talking, saying that she would no longer need five or six years, ten or so. I have been working in the fields for eight years and I am so tired that I am not as good as a cow or a horse. I no longer have to die of illness at the age of thirty-six or seven.The caller stood on a stone at the entrance of the alley, put his horn on his lips, and the call buzzed like a tornado, making the doors and windows of every house jingle.So, all the people on the village street went to see the crazy man who rapped and sang. Footsteps stomp away the day, and the night comes down with a thud.The dogs of each family are wandering around the door.The chickens on the shelves kept clucking and clucking.The pigs and sheep were circling in circles due to the noise of quarreling. Night is no longer night. The moonlight and starlight originally had a sound falling on the Palu Mountain Range at night, but this night the stars and the moon were still bright, but the sound disappeared without a trace.The girls seldom go out at night, but they laughed and talked all night in the moonlight.Zhucui of the Du family followed her elder brother Du Bai out of the house without eating dinner.Lan Shishi and Lan Sanjiu never returned home after Director Lu left.她们云集到打麦场的麦秸垛的缝隙里，为外村的劳力要到村里来干活，为五年六年，十年八年的翻地可能一个冬天就完了，为再也不消她们青嫩的年纪就得和男人们一样下地干活说了一夜话，说得场上的麦秸都吱吱喳喳响，直到觉出从梁上有青色寒气扑下来，觉出脸上有细微的酷冷温温柔柔落上去，都才离开打麦场，依依地往村中的别处走过去。 这当儿，夜就枯井一样暗深了。星星和月亮不知何时隐退了，一世界都沉没在粘稠的模糊里，连各家各户的说话声也跟着迟缓疲累了，便都听见村中央老皂角树下挂的牛车轮子钟，清脆利锐地响几下，当当当地把静夜敲得哆哆嗦嗦颤抖，如重锤打过的黑色鼓面儿，跟着，紧随其后就传来了村长蓝百岁那红暧暧的唤： “各家各户、大人孩娃，都回家睡去吧——都躺在床上好好想想公社卢主任的话——该给外村劳力准备床铺的这几天把床铺准备好——该准备柴禾的把烧柴准备好——该准备到教火院卖皮买家什的心里也好有个数——”