Chapter 31 Chapter 28 (2)

I really treated everyone to a bowl of sheep intestine soup, and spent four yuan each to 80 cents. I also bought two packs of sunflower seeds and a few small jelly beans, all of which were given to everyone.This day was like New Year's Eve. There was no one in the pool when they took a bath. The twelve teenagers from the village with three surnames had a water fight in the pool and were so happy.Originally, I didn’t have to take a bath for many years. I never dared to take off my clothes when I took a bath. I didn’t plan to wash in the hot water of the bathhouse once in my life. But now I sell my skin in the city, and I’m overjoyed that I have everything.The pool walls on all sides are built with bricks, and the water vapor makes the pool walls smooth and slippery. White moss grows on the brick surfaces, like white paste painted on. Like stepping on a fish.In some convex places, the slate surface is harsh and sharp, and the soles of the feet are placed on it, and the blistered calluses are removed when the soles of the feet are placed on it.After washing my feet in the bathhouse, my body seemed to have lost more than ten catties. As soon as I put on my clothes and walked away, I was so light that I was about to fly.Feeling hungry just now, each of them ate a bowl of steamed buns in sheep intestine soup, which was delicious and spicy, sweating all over their faces, driving away the coldness of winter without a trace.Walking out of the restaurant, my belly was round and swollen, so comfortable that I just wanted to lie down and sleep. At this time, I saw the vice president in charge of skin grafting and the young man in green uniform who took care of the patients anxiously at the entrance of the Jiaohuo Academy. After watching, he stopped eating melon seeds and jelly beans, and hurriedly walked there.It turned out that the deputy dean took a filled form and waited for them to press it.

"What's written on it?" "Anyone in your village who sells skins must press such a fingerprint, which means that you sell skins voluntarily, and you are responsible for any medical accidents. For example...it is impossible...for example... It has never happened before, but the possibility cannot be ruled out... For example, if you get tetanus and a homicide occurs, this accident has nothing to do with the Jiaohuoyuan." These words frightened the teenagers.It wasn't until this moment that there was a buzzing in their respective brains, and it was only then that they vaguely understood that there was a piece of skin that was about to be cut off from one's own leg and put on someone else's body, just like they were eating radish skins at home. Peel off a layer.The big guy was silent suddenly, his face was hard and pale, and his heart beat like a hammer falling on a stone surface, clear and cold.It was already a little later in the afternoon, the sun was dim and sticky, and the winter wind began to penetrate into people's jackets and trousers.

The dean said, "Which one of you will press first?" The teenagers all looked at Sima Lan. Sima Lan said: "Can you give them more anesthetics? It's their first time selling leather." The dean said: "Okay. It won't hurt you." Sima Lan said: "The price can be said to be eighty yuan per square inch." The dean glanced at the uniformed youth, who looked away and said: "They are all fellow villagers, the revolutionary masses, who will cheat whom?" Sima Lan said, "You'd better pay us the money first." The young man said: "It's fine if you don't sell it, and go back to your Palu mountain range. If you don't get the goods for such a large sum of money, who will pay for it?"

Sima Lan pressed his fingerprints on the form. Everyone pressed their fingerprints on the form. The formalities are handled at the gate of the Jiaohuo Academy.When everyone's index finger is dyed red, they will know that their skin has been sold, like a goat's milk is still in the belly, but it has been sold and the buyer has to take it away for milking.They followed the doctor in a single file.The young man was on one side like a team leader, and when he reached the ward, he was divided into three piles in a pile of four, and was divided into three operating rooms by the doctors who were already waiting there.

When Sima Lan led the villagers, men, women and children here to sell human skins for the second time, more than ten years had passed. Daughter Ge talked with another generation of teenagers in the village.He didn't expect that when Sunlight was in front of the church building, they were led into three operating rooms in a row of rooms. After Sunlight climbed up to the window sill on the first floor of the church, they were all led out of the operating room as twelve teenagers. A piece of the individual's left or right leg, depending on where the burn was located, and whether the skin was black or white, was cut off.If the patient has a burn on the face and the skin is delicate, cut off a piece of the inner side of their thigh; if the patient has dark skin and the burn is on the chest, cut off a random piece of their thigh. It is entirely up to the doctor where to place the knife Cut wherever it is convenient.There is a patient with burns on the instep, and skin grafting was not originally needed.It will get better if it grows slowly, but the blue willow root still made him cut off a piece of thigh skin.He said if he didn't sell a piece, wouldn't I come here in vain?The doctor dropped a knife on his thigh.

Sima Lu was the first to come out of the operating room.After stepping off the operating table, a doctor gave him a thick willow stick for his arms, and said to wait outside, so he leaned on the stick and went to the church building to bask in the warmth.Then Lan Liugenzhu came out with a stick. "Where did you cut?" "On the left leg. What about you?" "The right leg. How much did you sell it for?" "I don't know, if I don't let you see it, I will cover it." "I don't know, anyway, people have the size to remember." Then Sima Hu came out from the ward.

Sima Lu asked, "Does it hurt? Sixth Brother." Sima Hu said, "It's like peeling a radish, it makes a creaking sound." The last one to come out of the ward was Du Zhuang. He was carried out by two nurses. The nurses said that he had sold too much, and said that he had never seen anyone sell so much skin, like peeling off two cabbage leaf.Sima Lan said you are crazy?He said it was hard to sell once.I have to get some dowry for my sister.Sima Lan said you won't sell it next time?He said that the doctor said my skin is good, it is first-class skin, and it grows faster than yours.

So he helped Du Zhuang to sit in the sunlight. Just waiting for people to pay and checkout. A few checkout people came, followed behind the young man in uniform, all with kind smiles on their faces, and when they came to them, they took a bundle of packages from a young man and unwrapped them. It opened, revealing two dozen little red books, as red as the freshly painted wall behind them.The young man in uniform distributed a copy of the red book starting from Sima Lan, and they stared at the red book in a daze for a while, not knowing why they distributed the book.Sima Hu's eyes were sharp, and he glanced behind him, saying that the head on the book cover and the one behind him were the same person, so he swiped them all and turned around, and found that the head on the top of the red book cover was indeed the same as the concrete wall at the entrance of the church building. The printed portrait was originally a person, so he looked back at the person who distributed the book in a daze.

"What do we need books for?" "Have you ever studied 'serving the people'?" "Give us the money, it's getting dark." "'We want to be a pure person, a noble person, and a person who is beneficial to the people', do you know?" "In addition to buying wheels and shovels with that money, we also have to buy clothes, marry a wife, add oil and salt, weigh some chili powder, pepper noodles, etc., and we are in a hurry to spend money everywhere." "'It's not difficult for one person to do good deeds, but it's difficult to do good deeds for a lifetime'. You should know that?"

"The sun is setting, and we're spending a lot of money on a day of delay here." "The easiest thing to know, right? You don't know 'you want to fight against selfishness and criticize cultivation', 'you want to fight against selfishness and criticize cultivation'. You should really be kicked out of the earth." They did not drive them out of the earth.Just saying that and leaving.They didn't know why they didn't give money, so they flipped through the red book in their hands, but they didn't find any money notes in the book.Sima Lan limped and chased after him, "Give us the money, and we should head home. We can still walk ten miles while the anesthesia is gone."

The sun was finally setting.Looking out from the courtyard wall of Jiaohuo Academy, half of the blood-colored setting sun was cut as if cut by a knife.In the courtyard of the Jiaohuoyuan, the red sunset has spread a thick layer.Sima Lan waded through the red water, kicking out many red dots that splashed and fell under their feet.The youths in front ignored him, only looked back, and burst into laughter. When Sima Lan chased him to the door of the ward, he turned into the ward, and two strong young men came out to guard the door. Sima Lan was stopped. He said, "Let me in, they haven't paid us yet." "There will always be bloodshed in revolutions, there will always be sacrifices," said the gatekeeper. He said, "That money is our money for selling skins." "There will always be bloodshed in revolutions, there will always be sacrifices," said the gatekeeper. He said, "It's human skin, the skin from our thighs. If you don't believe me, I took off my pants to show you. If it's a rabbit skin or a dog skin, forget it. Tiger skin and leopard skin are not as valuable as this skin." "There will always be bloodshed in revolutions, there will always be sacrifices," said the gatekeeper. He said, you let me in, there is no reason in the world not to pay for shopping, but just give me a book?The gatekeeper stopped him from entering the ward, and they started arguing like heaven and earth.Many patients came around, and the hospital staff were also watching.Sima Lan dropped the little book in his hand on the ground, and the gatekeeper stepped forward and grabbed him, yelling at him to pick it up, saying that he had to stick it to his chest, otherwise he would be locked up. go to jail.Sima Lan didn't understand what happened. At first the gatekeeper talked peacefully with him, but when he dropped the book, they lost their peace, and the fury on his face turned blue and purple.At first, many people surrounded him, although they didn't speak, their eyes were clear and they kissed him Sima Lan, since he dropped the book, people all talked, saying that Sima Lan was unreasonable, it was justified to drop the book It makes no sense at all. The gatekeeper twisted his arm like a chicken leg and shouted: "Pick up the book." He picked up the book. "Hold the book to your chest." He clutched the book to his chest. The gatekeeper gave him a hard push and pushed him over the crowd.The crowd advised him to stop chasing after him for money, assuming that the money was to support the revolution.He didn't understand why the people in the city talked about the revolution, why they didn't even have to pay people's skin money when they talked about the revolution.According to this reasoning, doesn't beheading one's head mean that the revolution will also be beheaded?Sima Lan thought he had found something to make the gatekeeper speechless, but when he wanted to say it, he heard withered cries from outside the crowd.He looked out from the crowd and saw Du Zhuang rolling on the ground crying.He knew that the anesthetic on his body was exhausted, and the green pain and red pain had already hit him.Sima Lan limped towards the red wall, and the crowd followed him towards the church building.The sun had already gone down, and the teaching fire courtyard began to turn gray and rotten.The winter wind blew westward from the gate, and people huddled their bodies tightly in cotton clothes.Under the red wall, Du Zhuang was rolling in the dust, leaning against a locust tree and shivering, whether it was from the cold or the pain, their faces were green and white, like ice in a river ditch. "Is it starting to hurt? It shouldn't be so soon." "Is the money coming?" Sima Lan who came was silent, her face was ashen.Everyone knew that the money would not be given in the end.Because I was given a red book and knew how important that book was, although it was of no use to them, it had the weight not to dare to throw it around.They looked at each other, not sadly, but not understanding how things had come to be.A doctor looked at them for a while, and said that it was getting dark, and you should go find a place to live first.Sima Hu said coldly to the doctor, we have no money, where can we live?The doctor turned around and left.The people around followed suit.The Jiaohuo academy immediately calmed down.Chicken feathers and firewood were rolling along with the wall and the cart below.Apart from the two strong guys guarding the door of the ward, there were only them in the yard.When Du Zhuang's pain subsided and became bearable, he said with tears in his eyes, "No more money?" Sima Lan said: "The anesthetic shouldn't be applied so quickly. It took me a while to get pain after I sold the skin." Du Zhuang stared at Sima Lan and asked, "What should I do if I don't give it? You are all good, but I suffer the most. The two cabbage leaves I cut off are as big as they are. I also spent six yuan, which is to give My daughter-in-law took out the money for the wedding dress." Sima Lan said: "Don't throw that book around, it will break the law." The sky finally darkened, and the coldness flowed in the night like water.They found a room behind the church building, which was full of sundries from the church building, broken medical equipment, hospital beds with broken legs, and the round briquettes that people in the city used to burn, filling the room to the brim. Turned upside down.Xiang helped Du Zhuang to a corner of the room, let him lie on a broken mat, and the rest each found their own corners, shrunk down and waited for the pain to come.The pain happened on everyone's body as expected. At first, they were still facing the darkness in that room, not saying a word. Then whoever was the first to curse, I call him his ancestor, and threw the red book in his hand on the ground. Then someone else cursed and threw the book in the same way, and then, like a call, except Sima Lan, they threw the book into the night.There is thin and gloomy moonlight in the room, and the cobwebs can be seen moving slightly in the corner of the wall or behind the door.The little book that was thrown out turned into a shot hawk in an instant, stunned for a while, and then fell down again, and the dust and smoke billowed up and landed in front of their noses.Sima Lan huddled at the door, he heard the sound of dust flying like a chanting, and saw everyone shriveled in the house, like grass after frost.Sima Lu was by his side, did he say it hurt?Sima Lu said soon?What about Brother Tiger?Sima Hu poked his head on a broken bed, he felt the pain, bear with it.There was a deathly silence in the room, thick and dark like a tomb.I don't know how long it took, as if the moon had moved from the sky above the Jiaohuoyuan, and when the faint cold light in the room disappeared, I heard a pale humming sound from some corner. I thought it was Du Zhuang, but it was Du Zhu under a corner , Said that I couldn't help it, I really couldn't help it, the pain was like a knife on my thigh.After following along, his humming sound infected everyone, even Sima Lan felt his legs tremble if he didn't hum or scream, but when he hummed, his legs trembled. They all hummed. The humming sound in a room was like water swirling without flowing out, so desolate that the room was about to explode. "Cry," Sima Lan said, "Cry if you want, scream if you want, I'll fuck his grandma, there's no reason in the world not to give money if you cut the skin." I couldn't bear it, so I cried out in grief.Then the whole room began to cry and curse.Calling and saying that it hurts me to death, it hurts me to death——you still don’t give me money if it hurts me to death, and you don’t give me money for my skin on your ancestors.The moon has set, the stars are gone, and the world is filled with silence and chill.The cries of the teenagers in Sansurname Village came out from the hut behind the church building, filled the teaching fire courtyard, mixed with cursing, like a sudden thunderclap, disrupting the tranquility of the night . "I respect you eight generations, you cut my skin and didn't give me money." "If you don't give your burns maggots and pus, you won't get better for a lifetime... Oh, my mother, it hurts me to death." "Come on, cut off my leg, or you will hurt me to death if you don't cut it off." ... Just like that, the loudest cry suddenly stopped, and then the other cries gradually died down, and finally became silent. They all fell asleep while crying. When I wake up in the next day, the genius sees hazy.A sharp wind blowing from the gap in the wall happened to hit Sima Lan's head.He opened his eyes first, and saw a figure swaying in the air in front of him. He was startled, and the drowsiness fell away, and he went to touch the hanging sway, and clearly recognized that it was Du Zhuang who had quietly hanged himself to death.So he jingled and remembered that after Du Zhuang was carried into this room yesterday, Du Zhuang hadn't said a word, and when everyone was crying, he hadn't seen him crying or cursing.Maybe at that time, he was ready to die.Now that I am ready to die, there is no need to cry anymore, and there is no need to suffer from pain.Sima Lan raised her head and looked at Du Zhuang, who was holding her head. His hair was gray and grassy, ​​his face was green, and his tongue was sticking out of his mouth.He took a step back, wanting to cry out, and suddenly remembered that many people in the village who suffered from throat pain couldn't bear the sore throat, and they all died like this, and they also had such green tongues after death. After calming down, he took care of Du Zhuang I was wronged, the teenagers who wanted to come with me were all better off, if they didn’t pay, they would just be cut off for nothing, it’s no big deal, but Du Zhuang was cut off two pieces.Both were as big as cabbage leaves, covering half a thigh.I think the leg skin alone is better, but the six yuan is still wasted. He thought, what a shame. He thought, who would not want to die.He thought, just carry Du Zhuang's body to ask for the leather money. Sima Lan patted Du Zhu who was sleeping at Du Zhuang's feet. "Hey, wake up, Du Zhuang has hanged himself." Du Zhu woke up, and he went to shoot someone else again. "Hey, wake up, Du is hanged on the pile." "Hey, wake up, Du is hanged on the pile." "Hey, wake up, Du is hanged on the pile." Patted from the door, walked around the room, and turned back to the door again, Sima Lan straightened up, and looked at the ten stunned faces in the room under the bright light, asking why they were all in a daze?Remove the Du Zhuang from the beam and carry it to the door of the ward. Everyone is dead. Let's see if they can still cut our skins without paying a penny.If you don't say much, just leave the body in their corridor.