Chapter 37 Chapter Thirty-Three

one Director Lu of the commune returned to Sanxing Village half a month after he left.During the past half month, some villagers stood on the beam every day, and when they saw the jeep coming, they rushed back to the village to report the news.On the tenth day, the jeep drove like an old cow climbing a mountain, but Director Lu did not come.Director Lu sent his driver to pick up the luggage.So the villagers stopped the car at the head of the village, saying that if Director Lu didn't come, no one could take his luggage.It is said that Director Lu's kindness to the villagers of the three surnames is as great as a mountain, and the villagers must thank him face to face.The driver sat at the head of the village for a while, talking about how much fuel the car would cost for a trip, and how much the fuel would cost, and finally returned with an empty car.After another five days, Director Lu came in person.

Sima Hu stayed on the beam for a long time from morning to afternoon, and suddenly he called "come" - "come" and ran back to the village from the beam.Hearing his cry, the adults on the village street led the children to the house in a panic and closed the door as soon as they entered.If a child wants to run out of the house, the adults will bolt or lock the door. When the child is about to cry, he will put his hand on the child's mouth.So the village became quiet for a moment, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang on the villageThe sun was dim, and many small balls of catkins were flying in the sky.Spring has really come, and the trees in a village are all green.On the ground in the village and on the street, there are many small flowers in the weeds, red, yellow, white, and a kind of purple, blooming like a wheel.Director Lu's jeep was parked in the middle of the village, people got out of the car, and Lan Baisui came out from the alley to welcome Director Lu to the courtyard of the headquarters.The courtyard was swept deliberately, and a load of water was sprinkled on it, and a few small stools were placed around the washed Yishi.Director Lu and his driver sat in front of the stone, saying that the village was so quiet, and Lan Baisui said that everyone had gone to the ground.What are you doing?Clean up the tail of the work left by the people from other villages.What do you plan to plant on the terraced fields?It is said that the wheat cannot catch up, let it rest for half a year, and it can catch up with the autumn crops such as beans and corn.At this moment Sima Taohua came.She was wearing the spring shirt carefully remade from the big red coat, her hair was combed brightly, and she held two bowls of poached eggs with both hands.There is also white sugar in the egg bowl.She came over with a smile and said, director, are you here?Every household in the village misses you every day.Put the two bowls in front of the director and the driver.At this moment, Lan Baisui left in a sensible manner, saying that he was going to drive the village's cattle to the grassy slope.Sima Taohua just sat on the stool that Lan Baisui had sat on, watched Director Lu and the driver eat her poached eggs, asked Director Lu how his daughter-in-law was doing, and said that she really wanted to serve her for a few more days.I'm afraid Director Lu's kindness to Sanxing Village and our Du family is not clear even if he kowtows every day.Director Lu said that kowtowing is a superstition, and we can no longer mention kowtowing in the future.Sima Taohua smiled at the director, and said that the villagers of the three surnames want to repay their kindness, what else can we do besides kowtow?At this time, Lan Baisui called outside, asking the driver to move the car, so that the old ox cart in the village had to walk through the alley.The driver swallowed the last poached egg, dropped the bowl and came out of the yard.

The driver drove the car to a cross alley, and someone came to the driver and said that Director Lu asked him to go back to the town first, saying that Director Lu would stay in the village for the last night and take a good look at the repaired terraced fields tomorrow. The driver was stunned: "When will I pick up Director Lu tomorrow?" The villager said, "It seems to be this time tomorrow." The driver stood in front of the car for a while, started the car, and buzzed the jeep onto the beam road, submerged in the yellow light of spring.At this time, Lan Shisui followed Lan Baisui and went out.The man who asked the driver to go alone stood behind the tree in the village street and saw the father and daughter of the Lan family walking out of the gate. Lan Shisui's mother rushed out from the house and took her daughter by the arm to drag her into the yard. Lan Baisui Turning around and saying something, she jumped up and down arguing with Lan Baisui.Lan Shishi struggled to be dragged by his mother, stood by his father, and said a few words to his mother. As soon as the mother let go of her hands, she saw the father and daughter, one after the other, went to the village headquarters. walk over.

The person behind the tree sat under the big tree, leaning against the tree with his hands on his knees, facing the sky. The sun has started to set.Before the turbid dusk came, it became brighter, shallow and transparent, as if a layer of red water was evenly poured in the village. Someone came out of the house, opened the gate, stood on the village street, and watched for a while. Go under the tree. "What are you doing squatting here?" "Nothing. Where are you going?" "Walk about. I'll suffocate if I don't go out," The two of them sat down against the tree, put their knees together in their folded hands, turned their faces up in the air, and watched the birds flying to and fro.

Said: "You must be with the forty one." Said: "Speaking of this, I will honor your ancestors." Said: "No, you asked her to serve Director Lu? And agreed to marry her as a wife?" Suddenly he scolded: "I really hate your ancestors, can you say something else?" Then he calmed down. The footsteps of pedestrians walking on the ridge came down from the mountain like a thunderbolt.Poplar flowers and willow catkins flew in front of my face, and the sound of rolling stones passed by.Someone opened the door and walked out, the red and yellow door hinge creaked, slowly pushing the sunlight down the mountain in the setting sun.Followed down, like an infection, the doors of every house creaked.In front of the gates of each house, a man stood first, looked left and right, nodded to the neighbor man, did not speak, and did not walk towards the same place.Until their woman came out of the yard, without nodding or speaking, and just glanced at each other, the family was together.The children started to run on the village street again, and when they ran a little farther, they were carried by their parents to the door of their own house, saying that if they wanted to make any more noise, they would lock you into the house.In the evening of this day, Sanxing Village was shrouded in mystery, like being covered in a quilt.People talked softly, mostly whispering to their ears, and no one mentioned Director Lu, Lan Shishi and Sima Lan.Talk about the weather, about the crops, about the throat disease, about why the baby grows into a dozen and still wets the bed.At this time, Sima Taohua came out of the house, holding a wooden tray in his hand, and there were two dishes on the tray, one was fried walnut kernels, the other was fried leeks with eggs, and a bottle of wine was placed beside the dishes. .When she walked across the street, it was like a red fire burning past.The women asked, just these two dishes?She said she couldn't find anything else after rummaging through boxes and cabinets.The woman said that I still have a handful of vegetables at home, and she said that I should take them to my house and wash them.The woman hurried home to get those few green vegetables.

Arrived at the door of a house. The woman asked, "Any other dishes?" Sima Taohua said: "I couldn't find any other dishes even if I searched through the boxes." The woman said: "My family still has a dried bamboo shoot left during the Chinese New Year." Sima Taohua said: "Get it to my house and cut everything." Go to the door of the next house. The woman said, "We should cook two more dishes." Sima Taohua said, "There's nothing to eat after rummaging through boxes and cabinets." The woman said: "I have eggs at home."

Sima Taohua said, "No eggs." The woman's man said: "Kill my hen?" Sima Taohua said: "Hurry up, make some hen soup." Sima Taohua walked through the village street once, and gathered seven or eight dishes of various dishes.Bamboo shoots and chicken soup, fried vegetables, fried tofu, and shredded red and white pork. I borrowed a few wine cups and a few pairs of chopsticks. Silk moonlight.She walked into the courtyard of the headquarters this time, and closed the door without any hassle, and the people gathered together without saying a word.Some family cooked rice and served a bowl to the children of those who did not cook. In this way, all the dinners in a village were perfunctory.The children who are not familiar with the world don't know what is going on in the village, and stare at the direction of the village headquarters together with the adults.When the grown-ups spoke, they stared at the grown-ups' faces again.After the stars and the moon were complete, the women unknowingly gathered in an open space next to the headquarters, discussing things in secret, and glanced at the mud-walled courtyard door from time to time. He was afraid to speak for a long time as if he was frightened.In a village, there is a light in the square courtyard, but all other houses are dark.No one stayed at home, they all stayed outside the door as if enjoying the cool air in midsummer, not far from the headquarters.Those men with families and families all sat on the threshold of their own houses and smoked. Looking from the entrance of the village alley, a spot of light would appear from three or five feet away, like the neat streetlights of a city street seen from a distant place.The village was very quiet.There is a kind of anticipation that makes people's hearts tense. It flows in everyone's heart like an underground river. You can't see the river, but you can feel the turbulence of the water.Someone asked, did you see Sima Lan?He said no, is he accompanying him in that room?Another person said ouch, saying that it’s fine if he doesn’t hang himself, and he can still accompany him.At this moment, the gate of the mud-walled courtyard rang, and Lan Baisui came out of the courtyard.He stood at the door, then turned around and closed the door tightly.When I was about to leave, I heard someone's voice somewhere, and walked towards the voice again, and heard some of the women who couldn't hide call the village head and some called him brother, and even the woman who threw the broken shoe on his face half a month ago also took the initiative to kiss him. He kindly explained, Brother Centenarian, our lamp bottle is out of oil, so just come and talk to everyone.Lan Baisui said, let's all go home and rest earlier.The women didn't move as he passed in front of them.When the men saw Lan Baisui approaching, they greeted him cautiously, and handed over the cigarette pouch that had just been put into the pipe, but Lan Baisui didn't take it, so they quickly rolled another pipe for him, lit it and handed it to him. He asked cautiously:

"Will Director Lu bring in the troops again?" Said: "Director Lu said that the county does not want to set up a pilot village of terraced fields in our village." Ask: "Why?" Said: "There is no village with three surnames on the map of the county. I don't know which county our village belongs to." Said: "I call their ancestors, I don't know which county or commune our village belongs to." They were all dumbfounded.A village is silent.The older child following the man heard such words, and quickly ran to tell his mother, and the women fell silent.Everyone was on the village street, but no one spoke.The sound of men smoking red creakingly flowed in all the alleys.In which open space is the woman's sigh drifting like layers of autumn leaves.In the mud-walled courtyard, the lights flickered like a pool of turbid water undulating in the sun, and the occasional sound of tables and stools squeezed out from the crack of the door seemed to be piercing into the hearts of the villagers.The wind became a bit cooler, and the baby's cough from the cold kept coming. Some people began to send the baby sleeping in their arms home, but they came out and stood at the door after sending them back.

Time is like an immovable mill. Finally, I heard the celadon-colored jingling sound from the courtyard, and knew that it was time to clean up the dishes.Knowing that it was time for Sima Taohua to come out with a plate, everyone turned their eyes to any place in the village where they could see the courtyard.The moon and stars were few and far between, and the night was dark, but Sima Taohua didn't come out.Someone went to the front room and lurked to listen, but came back and said that there was no sound at all.They all became anxious, saying where is Sima Taohua still doing?I am no longer a young girl, I should know what I am interested in, and what are I doing there.Looking at the sky, the moon has moved eastward, and the moonlight on the ground is much weaker.Some people couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to leave, and wanted to go home and sleep.However, just as he was about to leave here, the sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps came from there, and there was also a scolding in red:

"Climb the back wall and listen to it? If you have time, go home and listen to your dying laryngitis!" It was Sima Taohua who came out.She didn't bring leftovers, plates and bowls and chopsticks. She looked at the women in the village on the village street who were still waiting to sleep, and walked towards them. They offered to make way for her. "Aren't you asleep yet?" "Not yet." "It's getting late, it's time to sleep." The voice was gurgling like a clear river, and she walked through the crowd.The gaze of the woman behind her was inexplicably focused on her hair and blouse.In the fast-falling moonlight, her hair was a bluish-white color, and her red blouse was a purple-black color.I wanted to see something on her face, but I didn't.She passed in front of them calmly and proudly.After passing by, she stood down in front of the men in front. She didn't speak at first, but just stood there silently, as if she didn't know where to start, and others didn't know where to start.Silence wrapped the villagers like a black cloth.

The women circled around there again. One of them leaned in front of Sima Taohua, raised his foot and extinguished the cannon smoke on the sole of his shoe.How about asking?Sima Taohua didn't ask what it was like.She looked for someone among the men, and saw Lan Liugen, Lan Yanggen, Du Zhu and other younger generations, but she couldn't see Sima Lan.She said my nephew Sima Lan wasn't here?All the villagers suddenly found out that they hadn't seen the Sima brothers show their faces that night, and they were all surprised where he would go, and the lights in his house were not turned on all night.Sima Taohua said, from now on I will never mention him and Zhucui again, saying that if he dares not marry Shishi, I will not recognize him as my nephew while I am still alive. They all tasted Sima Taohua's words, and cast their gazes into the courtyard. Sima Taohua said: "When I came out Director Lu was teaching Forty to brush his teeth." People don't speak.The silence is boundless. Suddenly, the lights in the courtyard went out.A whole village is darkened.The people in Sanxing Village seemed to have waited all night, just to wait for the light in that window to go out.Everyone let out a long breath, said nothing, looked away from there, and looked at each other under the moonlight, and a man sighed, saying that everyone should go home and sleep, tomorrow will be Those who should prepare beds should prepare beds for people from other villages, and those who should prepare firewood will cut down trees that are not useful if there is no firewood.It is said that the villagers of the three surnames have to prepare five more shelf carts for each surname, and whoever sells the leather will go to the Jiaohuo Academy for preparation. It was Lan Baisui who spoke. The villagers all went home one after another, and no one spoke in the village street except for their footsteps.The sound of opening and closing the door was trembling, and when they parted, they didn't say anything.The villagers felt tired, felt the late spring night, and there was still a strong chill.But when I went home and lay down on the bed, except for the baby, few people slept. The night was anciently quiet, and even the faint black voice of the moon and stars falling could be clearly heard by the villagers.And in this dark late night, the men and women lying on the bed could still hear the endless creaking sound of the old bright white bed that seemed to be shaking from the square yard until dawn. Sunrise, just give up. That night, Lan Shishi's mother was poisoned to death. At daybreak, those villagers who hadn't slept all night woke up and saw that Sima Lan was alone, like a pile of mud, sitting on a high place on the beam path without moving for a whole night.The next day, he caught cold and had a fever, and the fever persisted for three days. When Lan Shishi's mother was buried, the whole village went to the grave, but he collapsed on the bed at home. two The more than 400 mu of terraced fields and the plowing and soil replacement are completed by the end of summer and autumn.The outsider came to Sansurname Village for the second time, and worked hard with the Sansurname villagers until the sixth lunar month. When they left, they took away eleven daughters-in-law from Sansurname Village.Those single men in other villages kept their faces on a daily basis, stole food from the canteen to the girl's house at night, and stole the newly bought shovel from the construction site to the girl's house. Later, Xinghua and Sicao in the village followed the two The man twenty years older than them disappeared without a trace.When the frantic celebration in the village was over, their parents suddenly exclaimed, where did my daughter go, why didn't she come home all day and all night? He knew that he had escaped with a man from another country. After checking, there were eleven missing, the youngest was fourteen years old, the oldest was a widow in her thirties, and even Lan Bashi, the second child who was 100 years old, was a lunatic.She also left with a bachelor who was thirty-five years older than her.My home is only three miles away from the town, and I can go to the town for a fair after a meal.Another half a month later, Lan Bashi went home in the middle of the night and took her newly married fifth sister, Lan Fifty, away as well.That day, everyone who lost their daughter or daughter-in-law cried in the village, saying that she left and left, but they knew that she would not live past forty, and she was bullied and scolded every day, so someone came forward He explained that the youngest man who led them away was also twenty years older than them, and he was willing to marry them only after the husband and wife died first and within a few years before and after death.The truth is clear, and it is clear that a village is still crying, and the mountains and plains are full of looking for girls and wives.At that moment, the village chief, Lan Baisui, came out of the house. He stood in front of the people and said, "There's nothing to cry about. More than 400 mu of land has been re-soiled. Every family can live a long life. It's nothing to lose a few daughters-in-law." Son.To the men who have lost their wives: "You just turned 30, and you still have decades to live, and you're afraid you won't find a wife." To those grown-ups who have lost their daughters: "You husband and wife are still far away from death. Can't you have another child after your daughter is gone? I'm afraid you won't be able to have a baby if you're alive." And said: "Go to work in the fields, it's time to plant the autumn sorghum." More than 400 mu of newly plowed land, in the depths of the Palou Mountains, is connected one by one, like a boundless and undulating lake.The blood-red new soil exudes a strong and warm brown earth fragrance all day long.Standing far away, there is always a faint smell of hot wheat passing under the nose.If you are in the red soil, the smell of the soil will make you drunk and crazy.In the morning, standing at the head of the village, looking at the land that has been wet all night, the land is like washed cloth, and you can still hear the sound of water dripping from the cloth.At noon, the land turned dark red and yellow again, and the earth smelled like fried, mixed with the purple oily smell of burnt walnuts.The sky is getting dark, the sun is bright and red, the ground is black with blood, and the smell of earth becomes thicker and thicker, drowning people, villages, and trees like undisturbed slime.In the middle of the night, the villagers with the three surnames couldn't sleep.They all sat cross-legged in the new land at the head of the village enjoying the cool air and chatting, sketching the future sun and moon in the years.For such a long period of time, the men and women surnamed Lan, Du, and Sima were all immersed in the breath of the new land. The sorrow of the daughter and daughter-in-law leaving with others was soon occupied by the joy of longevity, until the first season of sowing Autumn grain, people are intoxicated in the excitement of the newly turned land.Someone is holding a hoe, someone is planting, and the two form a pair. After the peak of summer, the heat has not completely passed, and they start to distribute on every beam of the 400-acre field. When the husband and wife were still planting seeds, they suddenly thought that they would live through forty, fifty, seventy and eighty like all outsiders. They couldn't hold back their inner joy, so they worked on the bed in the shelter of the land.After half a month of busy work, more than 400 mu of land was planted again, and the weather was favorable. After the maize seedlings broke through the ground, it rained for three consecutive days. Under the green and bright blue light all over the world, hurriedly weeding and thinning the seedlings, sealing the soil and fertilizing, talking and laughing all day long in the color of peach and apricot, predicting a bumper harvest in the first season of this new soil.However, when the seedlings were knee-high, they suddenly saw their poor appearance. The trees showed yellow and thin, as if the endless famine more than ten years ago fell to the Ralou Mountains again, and the green cyan No more, the disease yellow was pouring on the field like rain, and Miao'er was bent and slender as if she had lost her waist.So I was busy fertilizing again, and even picked up the ashes and embers that had just been burned under the stoves in the fields, but still did not see the maize seedlings flourishing, and finally realized that all the fertilizers had been swallowed up by the fields.I finally understood that the raw soil two feet below the ground had no fertility whatsoever. In the autumn of this year, four out of ten crops were harvested, and two people died in the village. In the next wheat season, five out of ten will be harvested.Three people died in the village. In another next year, it is still the same, and the new graves grow like spring seedlings. In the spring of the third year, every family in the village mowed grass to accumulate manure. In the previous spring and autumn, they pressed wheat straw, leaves, bean leaves, and weeds into the cesspit at the door of each house. From summer to autumn, the village was covered with white Fat smell, flies and mosquitoes permeate the sky all day long, and the streets are full of black and dirty buzzing sounds like water.The old cow under the cowshed has flies all over its body, and when it can't sleep well, it slams against the post.In order to repel mosquitoes and flies, the villagers of the three surnames cut and burned all the wormwood on the mountain one summer.There was a baby surnamed Du. His parents were busy accumulating manure and sending the manure into the land to improve the soil properties of the new land, increase its fertility, and allow some grain to be harvested. They put him in the shade of a tree and played while Ai tree was ordered.But when it gets dark, the moxa tree is burned, and the child is covered with mosquito bites. No matter how hard it is to drive it away, the child is bruised and swollen and bitten by mosquitoes. died. But this year, the raw soil has turned into mature soil, and the grain in the fields has been harvested nearly six years ago, and every family has filled their jars and cans.From spring to autumn, and then to midwinter, the villagers all ate new soil grains, thinking that they could completely resist the throat disease, but found that four people had sore throats.In winter, during the slack season, the cats stayed at home, sitting, eating, standing and drinking, and one of the four patients died of throat problems.In the next month, another one died.When winter was coming to an end, one morning it was suddenly very cold, and the cold spring wind blew all day and all night.The next day, the wind stopped and the trees calmed down, and the other two patients with laryngitis also died.The oldest was thirty-seven years old.When burying people, I calculated that in a village of 200 people, four people died in winter, and nine people died in the whole year, so there were only six children in total.And when the leaves broke out, three more sore throats were about to rise.Compared with previous years, the population of the village has decreased but not increased.What has been lost is that the daughter-in-law in the village escaped more than ten years ago, and what has been added is the newborn mushroom-like graves piled up in the cemetery.Therefore, the villagers began to suspect that changing land and soil would not really make people live past forty, and people were still appallingly short-lived, so they all felt chilled when spring was about to come, and thought of exchanging land. The longevity of the exhausted Lan surnamed, in exchange for the deeds of the chieftain Ma Taohua and Lan Shishi, and the dozen or so girls and wives who eloped with half-life bachelors who were forty or fifty years old outside, had to be sold again and again. of human skin.In the end, it became clear that the work of changing the soil these years is like banging your head on the door of the tomb, the harder you work, the faster you die.After burying the two laryngeal patients surnamed Lan and Du, the whole village sat in the terraced fields beside the cemetery, looking at the brown land stretching endlessly into the distance, and the smell of the new soil was gradually replaced by ash and plants The smell of manure has faded, and the green smell of wheat seedlings is clearly rippling in the terraced fields.The sun turns the green and brown smell into a warm red color, and the villagers just smell the half-green, half-brown and glowing rake mountain range, and watch the seasons like rain fall and grass fall. The rapidly growing mound suddenly woke up. Except for the village chief, Lan Baisui, there was no one over the age of thirty-six.Thirty-five years old, already considered a very long life in recent years, was too panicked by death to speak.He just sat there silently for a long time, and when the sun was about to set, he had to go to the village. Someone thought of the village chief Lan Baisui and his daughters. The village has shown its face, even two thirty-four-year-old villagers died in one day, and a woman helped carry the coffin during the burial. Lan Baisui, as the village head, never showed up.Ask Sima Lan, who is your father-in-law?Sima Lan was walking in the setting sun, holding the hemp rope for binding the coffin in his hand, and the willow stick for carrying the coffin on his shoulder. He didn't turn his head, didn't shake his head, and didn't look at the person who asked the question, so he said coldly : "He still has the face to come out to meet people?" They all said that they should go to his house and ask. Didn’t he hang himself on a tree in the village when he said a few years ago that the villagers would not live long after changing the soil?They all went back to the village to Lan's house.Seeing Lan Shishi, like her mother, sitting in front of the stove and cooking, while the village chief, Lan Baisui, was lying on the bed, except for the strength to shed tears, he couldn't speak a word.To be honest, he was already so thin that he was out of shape, like a sick man with a handful of rotten bones covered under the quilt.The villagers asked his daughter, only to find out that when he came in winter, he had already started to have a sore throat, and after half a month, he could no longer drink water.The villagers stood in front of the bed until the daylight faded away, and saw a layer of dark death on his face.They all knew that he was going to die soon, and they didn't even have the strength to speak, so they walked out of Lan's house with the weight on their shoulders and the hemp rope. Sima Lan walked last.When all the villagers left the bed, he stood in front of the bed. "I told Shishi that we will get married in spring." Lan Baisui didn't look at Sima Lan, turned his head on the bed, and nodded with great effort. "You are suffering for living like this," Sima Lan put the hemp rope that tied the coffin she carried beside his pillow, "Let me be the village head after you die, I know how to let the villagers live for four years." Ten years old." Lan Baisui glanced at the hemp rope and burst into tears again. Sima Lan didn't say a word to Lan Baisui, and walked out after the villagers. Sima Lan turned nineteen this year and became a man of the sky. The next morning, there will be a thick fog in the village, thick and thick, as sticky as white batter, and if you reach out and grab it, you will get a handful of fog in your hand.The mountains and Xindi retreated in the fog, and the beams, ravines, and woodlands in front of them were all lost in the fog.Sanxing Village was tightly sealed by fog on the mountainside, like a big piece of tattered clothes, sticking wetly to the ground in early spring.Sima Lan opened the door and felt his body stagger, and the mist slammed into his body, leaked into his room, and fell onto the bed where Sima Lu and Sima Hu were sleeping.Heavy fog, Sima Lan said, it must be a good day today.Walking out of the courtyard, looking up at the sky, I saw a man squeezed out of the mist on the opposite side, with many gray and white drops of water on his hair, he hurried to him and said: "Brother Sima Lan, my father is dead." He was stunned: "What did you say?" "My father died last night." The fog was still flowing on the village street as calmly and slowly as water, and the tiny whirling white scales with waves and waves fell from the new leaves above the head, and the drops exploded on Sima Lan's head.Suddenly, he felt some respect for the village chief Lan Baisui, thinking that he still did as he said.The death of the village chief really proved that the uprooting of the mountains and plains could not save the lives of the villagers.That is to say, if the villagers want to live past forty, they have to do other things.That is to say, if Sima Lan, who is over nineteen years old, does not do other things to prolong his life, even if he has already lived half his life, death has already begun to rush towards him.Staring at the plump and fair face in front of him, with no more vitality, and her dripping black hair, he trembled a few times, and asked if there was a coffin?She said yes. He said: "Forty, you go home and watch over." She stood still. He turned the car around and walked towards the west end of the village street through the thick fog, calling out as he walked: "The village chief is dead—the women sew, the men dig graves, what to do—" "The village chief is dead—you will listen to me from now on—the women sew clothes, the men dig graves, what should you do when you get up—" "The village chief is dead—from now on I will be the village chief of Sansurname Village—women sew clothes, men dig graves, what to do, every household is getting up—"