Chapter 22 twenty one

When the chrysanthemums were in the market, Mrs. Xia bought four pots of flowers, and the maid Yang Ma threw one of them, so she started arguing with Yang Ma.Mama Yang came from the countryside, so she didn't think flowers and plants were important things; however, since she hit someone's property, no matter how unimportant, she was always careless, so she didn't dare to say anything.When Mrs. Xia continued to make a fuss, the people in the village kept yelling and cursing, but Mama Yang couldn't hold her fire any longer, so she returned the words.The countryman was in a hurry and couldn't speak with the size, so she shook her bottom and scolded the most rude words.Mrs. Xia jumped and scolded for a while, telling Yang's mother to pack up and leave immediately.

Xiangzi never came over to try to persuade him. His mouth would not persuade a fight, let alone the two women.When he heard Mama Yang scolding Mrs. Xia as a secret door, a stinky x that was touched by thousands of people, he knew that Mama Yang's affair must be blown up.At the same time, it can be seen that if Mama Yang blows up, he has to follow suit; Mrs. Xia probably won't keep a servant who knows her history.After Yang's mother left, he waited to be dismissed; calculating, it was probably time for him to pack up when the new maid arrived.But he didn't worry about it. Experience made him calmly go to work and quit without any emotion.

But after Yang's mother left, Mrs. Xia was very polite to Xiangzi.Without a maid, she had to go to the kitchen to cook by herself.She gave Xiangzi money and taught him to go out and buy vegetables. After buying it, she told him to peel off the skin and wash it.He peeled and washed the vegetables, and she cut the meat and cooked the rice, looking for something to say to him while doing the work.She was wearing a pink sanitary shirt, with a pair of blue trousers underneath, and a pair of white satin embroidered slippers on her feet.Xiangzi lowered his head and worked clumsily, not daring to look at her, but wanted to look at her again. The smell of her perfume flowed strongly into his nostrils from time to time, as if telling him to have a look at her, to seduce bees and butterflies like fragrant flowers.

Xiangzi knows the power of women, and also knows the benefits of women; a tiger girl is enough to make anyone afraid of women and reluctant to bear them.What's more, Mrs. Xia is far from what Huniu can match.Xiangzi couldn't help but glanced at her. If she was as scary as Huniu, she was many times more admirable than Huniu. This would have been two years ago, Xiangzi would never have dared to look at her like that.Now, he doesn't care much about this: firstly, he has been seduced by women, so he can no longer control himself. The second reason is that he has gradually fallen into the rut of a "coachman": what the general coachman thinks is right, he now sees it as right; since his own efforts and self-denial have failed, everyone's actions must be reasonable, and he must be a "coachman". Coachman "No, whether you like it or not; being different doesn't work.Then, picking up a bargain is considered legitimate by ordinary poor people. Why did Xiangzi see the cheapness so recklessly?He glanced at this bitch, yes, she's just a bitch!If she wanted to, Xiangzi couldn't refuse.He couldn't believe that she could be so mean, but what if?If she didn't move, of course Xiangzi wouldn't; if she showed some interest first, he wouldn't mind.Has she already shown something?Otherwise, why didn't Mama Yang go to hire someone right away after leaving Mama Yang, and just teach Xiangzi to help cook?Why do you still wear so much perfume in the kitchen?Xiangzi didn't dare to decide anything, didn't dare to hope for anything, but he had to decide something, to have some hope in his heart.He seemed to be having an unreal dream, knowing that it was a dream, but willing to continue dreaming.There is a kind of enthusiasm in life that forces him to admit that he is worthless, and the greatest happiness is hidden in this worthless thing—maybe the greatest distress, who cares about it!

A little hope, a little courage; a little courage arouses a lot of heat; a fire burns in him.There is no vulgarity here, neither he nor she is vulgar, the lust is equal! A little fear awakened his reason; a little reason quenched his anger; he almost wanted to run away immediately.There is only distress here, and those who take this road will make jokes! Suddenly wishing, suddenly fearing, he felt like he was suffering from malaria.This is even more sad than when he met Huniu; at that time, he didn't know anything, like a bee that came out for the first time and landed on a spider's web; now, he knows how to be careful and how to be bold, he doesn't understand. It's so wonderful that it's going to drip down, but it's so clear that it's afraid of falling!

He does not despise this concubine, this prostitute, this beauty, she is everything and nothing.If he had something to explain himself, he thought, that Mr. Xia, who looks like an old skinny monkey, is abominable, and he should get some bad rewards.With a husband like him, she did nothing wrong.With a master like him, it doesn't matter what he—Xiangzi—does.He became bolder. However, she ignored whether he looked at her or not.When she was ready to cook, she ate alone in the kitchen; when she was done, she called to Xiangzi, "You can eat. You have to clean the guy out after eating. When you pick up your husband in the second half of the day, you can buy dinner for the evening." Food, so I don’t have to go out again. Tomorrow is Sunday, and my husband is at home, so I’m going out to find my old lady. Do you have any acquaintances, can you recommend one? It’s really hard to find old ladies! Well, let’s eat first, don’t let it get cold!”

She spoke very generously, naturally.That pink sanitary shirt suddenly—in Xiangzi's eyes—seemed much cleaner.On the contrary, he was a little disappointed, and felt ashamed because of his disappointment. He realized that he was no longer a person who wanted to be strong, not only a person who didn't want to be strong, but also a bad person!He ate two bowls of rice nonchalantly, he felt very bored.After washing the guy, I went to sit down in my own room, and I didn't know how many "yellow lions" I sucked! When he went to pick up Mr. Xia in the afternoon, he didn't know why he hated this old skinny monkey very much.He really wanted to have a good time, let go, and throw the old guy half to death.

Only then did he understand that the master's third concubine and the young master didn't know much about pulling a cart in the same house before. After the master found out, why the young master almost poisoned him to death; he thought the young master was too young and ignorant, Only now did he understand how the old man deserved to die.However, he didn't want to kill anyone, he just found Mr. Xia annoying and hateful, and there was no way to punish him.He deliberately shook the handlebar up and down, shaking the old monkey a few times.The old monkey didn't say anything, but Xiangzi felt a little uncomfortable.He has never done such a thing, and occasionally he can't forgive himself for doing it for a reason.Regret had made him colder about everything, so why was he deliberately making himself uncomfortable?No matter how you say it, I am a coachman, so if I work hard for others, I'll be done. What's the use of thinking about anything else?

He calmed down and forgot about this fruitless matter; when he thought about it occasionally, he felt a little ridiculous. The next day, Mrs. Xia went out to find the maid.After going out for a while, I brought back a trial worker.Xiangzi gave up his heart, but what he thought was not what he thought. After lunch on Monday, Mrs. Xia dismissed the old lady who was trying to work, thinking she was too unclean.Then she asked Xiangzi to buy a catty of chestnuts. After buying some ripe chestnuts, Xiangzi yelled outside the door. "Bring it in," she said from the room. When Xiangzi went in, she was putting on powder in front of the mirror. She was still wearing the pink sanitary napkin, but she had changed into a pair of light green bottoms.Seeing Xiangzi coming in from the mirror, she quickly turned around and smiled at him.Xiangzi suddenly saw Huniu in this smile, a young and beautiful Huniu.He's stuck there.His courage, hope, fear, and caution are all gone, and there is only a breath of hot air that can be big or small, supporting his whole body.This tone made him advance and retreat, and he had no claim.

The next night, he pulled his bedding and went back to the factory. The most fearful and shameful thing on weekdays, now he leaked it to everyone with a haha-he can't urinate anymore! Everyone scrambled to tell him what medicine to buy, or which doctor to go to.No one thought it was shameful, they all gave him advice sympathetically, and blushed proudly talking about their own experience.Several young people have bought this disease with money, several middle-aged people have had this symptom for nothing, several people who have paid monthly subscriptions have some experiences with different weights but the same nature, and several people who have paid monthly subscriptions have not experienced it. Having experienced this myself, and some other stories about the masters, it is worth telling.Xiangzi's illness made them all open their hearts and talk to him about their confidantes.He himself forgot to be ashamed, but he didn't take it as pride. He just endured the disease calmly, not much different from suffering from a cold or heatstroke.When he was in pain, he regretted it a little; when he was comfortable for a while, he remembered the sweetness again.In any case, he was not in a hurry; experience in life had taught him to despise life, and there was no use in being anxious.

Such a small amount of medicine, such a folk prescription, cost him more than ten yuan; the disease has not been eradicated.So-so, he thought he was cured and stopped taking medicine.When it came to cloudy days or when the solar terms changed, his joints ached, and he would take some medicine temporarily or get over it, but he didn't take it seriously.Life is suffering to the end, what is the body?If you think about it, even a fly will have fun on the cesspit, let alone such a big living person. After the illness passed, he almost became another person.The stature is still so tall, but the righteousness is gone, the shoulders are deliberately loosened, and the mouth is opened, with a cigarette dangling between the lips.Sometimes I put half of the cigarette on my ear, not for the convenience of that place, but just for fun.He still doesn't like to talk much, but when he wants to open his mouth, he can't help being playful, even if he doesn't speak smoothly and neatly, at least he has such energy.When the heart is relaxed, the posture and air will be sloppy. However, compared with the average coachman, he is not very bad.When he sat down alone, thinking of his former self, he still wanted to be strong, so he just slipped away unwillingly.Although it is useless to be strong, it is not necessarily wise to destroy yourself.At such times, he thought about buying a car again.I have already spent more than ten yuan on medical treatment out of my thirty yuan, which is a waste of money!But with a base of twenty or so yuan, he is more hopeful than other people's completely empty guns.Thinking about it this way, he really wanted to throw away the unfinished half box of "Yellow Lion", and stop smoking and drinking from now on, and gritted his teeth to save money.From saving money to buying a car, from buying a car to thinking of Xiaofuzi.He felt a little sorry for her, since he came out of the courtyard, he never went to see her, and not only did he not get along well, but he got dirty all over! When he met his friends, he still smoked as usual and drank some wine when he had the chance, completely forgetting about Xiao Fuzi.When he was with his friends, he didn't take the lead in doing anything, but he had to accompany others when they wanted to do something.The hard work of the day and the grievances in the stomach can only be temporarily forgotten by talking and playing with them.The comfort in front of him drove away the noble aspirations, he was willing to be happy for a while, and then sleep in the dark; who doesn't like this, life is so boring, painful, and hopeless!The sores of life can only be numb for a while with the poison of women who smoke and drink. Fight the poison with poison, and the poison will return to the heart one day. Who doesn't know this, but who can have a better idea to replace this? ! The more unwilling to work hard, the more self-pity.In the past, he was not afraid of anything, but now he finds peace and ease: he does not leave the car when it is windy or rainy; his body is a little sore, and he will rest for two or three days.Self-pity is selfish, he refuses to lend a little of his money to others, and only saves it for his own use in windy and rainy days.Tobacco and alcohol can make people, but money cannot be borrowed, and I am more delicate and pitiful than everyone else.The more idle the more lazy, nothing to do and bored panic, so always need some entertainment, or something good to eat.When he thinks about not wasting time and money like this, he always has a ready-made sentence in his heart, a sentence forged for him by so much experience: "We were better at the beginning. Is there any benefit?" If it can be refuted, no one can explain it away; then, who can stop Xiangzi from going downhill? ! Laziness can make people angry.Xiangzi now knows how to stare at people.To the car seat, to the patrolman, to anyone, he decided not to be honest and perfunctory.When he worked hard, he didn't get justice.Now, he knows how precious his sweat is, and every drop he can produce will be spared; no one wants to take advantage of him.Putting the car down casually, he didn't bother to move, no matter whether it was the place where the car should be put or not.The patrolman came to interfere, but he moved his mouth and didn't move his body, and he stopped as long as he could.When he arrived and saw that he had to move the car away, his mouth couldn't be idle, he would scold.If the patrolman refused to be scolded, then a fight would be fine. Fortunately, Xiangzi knew that he was strong, so if he beat the patrolman first, he would not suffer any disadvantage if he went to jail later.During the fight, he felt his own strength and ability again, and poured all his strength on the flesh of others. He saw the light, and the sun seemed to be particularly bright.Gathering his strength to prepare for a fight, he had never even thought about it before, but now it has become a reality, and it is something that can make his heart happy for a while; thinking about it, how funny it is! Not to mention an unarmed patrolman, he is not afraid of the cars running rampant on the street.The car was coming head-on, rolling up all the dust on the ground, Xiangzi would not hide, no matter how the car horn sounded, no matter how anxious the driver was.The car couldn't do anything, so it had to slow down.It was slow, and Xiangzi avoided it, eating less dust.If the car comes from behind, he also uses this trick.He figured it out, anyway, the car doesn't dare to hurt people, so why did he avoid it so early, so as to teach it to pick up all the dust?Patrolmen are specially designed to clear the way for cars, lest they run too fast and pick up too much dust. Xiangzi is not a patrolman, so cars are not allowed to run amok.In the eyes of the patrolmen, Xiangzi is the first-class "thorny head", but they dare not provoke the "thorny head". Bitter people's laziness is the natural result of hard work and failure, and bitter people's tricks contain some axioms. He's definitely not polite about car seats.Wherever it is mentioned, it will be pulled wherever it is mentioned, and it will not take more than one step.Talking about "up" at the entrance of the alley, but teaching him to pull it "inside" at the entrance of the alley, that's okay!Zuoer stared, and Xiangzi's eyes widened even wider.He knew how afraid those gentlemen in western clothes would get their clothes dirty, and how domineering and mean-spirited gentlemen in western clothes—most of them—were.Well, he's already prepared; if it's over, he just grabs the sleeves of their fifty or sixty yuan suits, and at least gives them a big black handprint!If you give them such a handprint, you have to give them the same money. They know how strong that big hand is, and that hand has already squeezed their small and thin arms so painfully. He wasn't running too slow, but he couldn't run too fast for nothing.As soon as the seat urged, his big feet rubbed against the ground: "Hurry up, how much more?" You are not polite, what he is selling is blood and sweat.He no longer wished to reward them more for their kindness. You get what you pay for, and you have to make it clear first before exerting your strength. For the car, he no longer cherishes it so much.Since the heart of buying a car has become indifferent, he is indifferent to other people's cars.A car is just a car. If you pull it, you can earn enough food and car shares, and everything is over; pull it.The relationship between people and cars is nothing more than that.Naturally, he was unwilling to intentionally damage his car, but it was inconvenient for him to protect it with extra care.Sometimes he was bruised by another driver unintentionally. He would never jump up and make noise with others, but would take him back to the factory very calmly. If he should pay 50 cents, he would take out 20 cents and finish the job.If the factory owner refuses to agree, that's easy to handle, and the final solution is to go out and fight; if the factory owner is willing to fight, Xiangzi will accompany him! Experience is the fertilizer of life, what kind of experience you have, you will become what kind of person, peonies cannot grow in the desert.Xiangzi was completely in a rut, he was neither better nor worse than other coachmen, he was just such a coachman.In this way, he himself felt more comfortable than before, and others also liked him; the old crow was black on one side, and he didn't want to be white-haired alone. Winter is here again, and the yellow wind blowing from the desert can freeze many people to death overnight.Hearing the wind, Xiangzi buried his head in the quilt, not daring to get up again.It wasn't until the wind stopped the sound of howling wolves and ghosts that he got up helplessly, undecided whether to go out or rest for a day.He didn't bother to reach for the cold handlebar for fear of the choking wind.The strong wind was afraid of the sunset, and the wind didn't completely stop until after four o'clock, and the dim yellow sky showed some reddish sunset.He braced himself and pulled the car out.With his hands in his hands, he put his head against the handlebars with his chest, slowly shaking listlessly, with half a cigarette in his mouth.After a while, it was getting dark, and he wanted to close the deal quickly so that he could collect the car earlier.He didn't bother to light the lamps until the patrolmen along the road urged him four or five times before turning them on. In front of the Drum Tower, he grabbed a seat under the lamp and headed towards Dongcheng.He didn't even take off his big padded robe, just trotting like that.He knew it wasn't decent, but if it wasn't decent, it wouldn't be decent; who would pay more money if it was decent?This is not pulling a cart, but a gangster; his head is sweating, and he still refuses to take off his long clothes, so he can do as he can.Entering the small alley, a dog probably saw that the man pulling the cart in long clothes was not pleasing to the eye, and followed him to bite.He stopped the car, clutched the cloth upside down, and desperately chased and beat the dog.After chasing the dog away, he waited for a while to see if it dared to come back.The dog didn't dare to come back, so Xiangzi cheered up a bit: "Mom! Think I'm afraid of you!" "Which kind of cart are you? Let me ask you!" the person on the cart asked angrily. Xiangzi's heart skipped a beat, and the voice sounded familiar.The alley was very dark, although the car lights were on, but the light was all below, so he couldn't see who was in the car.The people in the car wore big hoods, and even their mouths and noses were covered by a big scarf, with only two eyes exposed.Xiangzi was guessing.The person in the car said again: "Aren't you Xiangzi?" Xiangzi understood, it was Master Liu in the car!With a bang, his whole body was hot, and he didn't know what to do. "Where's my daughter?" "Dead!" Xiangzi stood there blankly, not knowing whether it was himself or someone else who said these two words. "What? Dead?" "died!" "Falling into your fucking hands, there is still an immortal?!" Xiangzi suddenly found himself: "Come down! Come down! You are too old to be beaten; come down!" Fourth Master Liu walked down with trembling hands. "Where is it buried? I ask you!" "Never mind!" Xiangzi pulled up the cart and left. He went a long way and looked back, and the old man—a big black shadow—was still standing there. ① Play a floating game, be pretty.