Chapter 23 8. Uncle

My father took me to visit my uncle. When I went out, my grandma asked, "Why don't you bring gold or silver leaf?" My father said, "He doesn't like money. He only likes to drink and eat pig's head meat." My father shook the bamboo in his hand. There were two bottles of wine and a white pig's head in the bamboo basket.The pig's eyes were narrowed, and the corners of the mouth were raised, showing a smile, as if visiting a long-lost friend. Only when my father put the bamboo basket in front of the grave did I know that was where my uncle lived.A hare jumped out of the grass, jumped and fled towards the cemetery, stopped on another cemetery, turned its ears to me, arched its back and hopped, and disappeared into the wild grass in the distance.My father reached out and pressed my head, and said, "Don't move around, be silent for three minutes." My father looked at his pocket watch, closed his eyes, and lowered his head.I was looking for a hare, and that was the first hare I saw.I thought it was a long time before my father looked at his pocket watch and said, "Mobi."

Uncle's villager said: "Look at his father and son, they don't burn paper, they don't kowtow, they pinch the clock like two sticks on the grave, and keep their heads down for a long time. What are they doing?" The uncle who was plowing the ground tied the plow stick to the ground and said, "That's called 'silent mourning', and I feel sad in my heart. When I pinch the clock, I will be sad for three minutes." Later, I followed others to "mourn in silence" many times, but I was not as serious as my father, and I let the pocket watch take care of it.

After the "moment", my father spilled wine in front of my uncle's grave, and he only spilled half a bottle before being stopped by my cousin, who said: "I dare not ask my father to drink anymore, he can only drink four at a time." Two, drink a little more, and he'll be drunk." Cousin is also a very serious person.He is different from other peasants in that he has a shaved head, but wears brown glasses with copper legs and a pair of white shirts that are dazzlingly white.He weighed away the wine bottle and the pig's head, squatted down again, and asked me to ride on his neck.I supported his bald head and entered a green brick gatehouse.Father pointed to the bright tiled house and said, "I have studied in this house for three years."

Thanks to my uncle being a private school teacher, my father was lucky enough to study in a private school for three years. Otherwise, he could only guard the peach tree in front of the house. Of course, that was when the peach tree was still producing peaches. , the lovely magpies or the annoying old ravens often attack the peach trees.Uncle took my father away from under the peach tree. My uncle is knowledgeable and talented, but he refused to take the "country examination", so he didn't get the same fame as my grandfather. It's just that many wealthy people rushed to ask him to teach the family hall.But he can't teach for a long time, because he always has to do some upside-down things very solemnly and with a hundredfold effort.

What is admirable as an example of my uncle's erudition is that the second master Zhao of the East Village invited him to teach the family hall. Everyone advised him not to go, saying that Mr. Zhao was mischievous. Scared off.Uncle said, there are no students who can't teach well, so I'll give it a try.When he arrived at the Zhao family's mansion, the four sons of the Zhao family lined up side by side, standing with hands down, but winking.The uncle asked one by one: "What's your name?" The boss said: "My name is big pia."But the uncle picked up the brush and wrote "big pia" on the student booklet.Then, the second child, the third child, and the fourth child signed up as "two mia", "three dia", and "four tia" in turn, all of which were "dead sounds" whose fonts could not be found.Uncle didn't think about it, and wrote them one by one in the student's booklet.The four sons of the Zhao family hurriedly gathered around to look, only to see a series of symbols with twists and turns.The uncle marked with a red pen and said: "This is the pinyin I created, you can't understand it." Then he nodded four noses one by one and said: "Your name is '打啊'——pia, your name is '失啊' Mia'—mia, your name is 'drip'—dia, your name is 'kick'—tia. Call your father quickly, which language is this?" The four brothers hurriedly bowed and said, "Teacher, thousand Don't call my father, I made up this name to make it difficult for you, and I want to scare you away, so I don't need to endorse it." Uncle nodded happily and said, "I can really find a few cold voices, but you can teach!"

My father said that my uncle's pinyin may be the earliest pinyin that can be used for writing in China, but my uncle said that it must not be passed on.The breadth and depth of Chinese characters lies in the combination of shape and image, meaning and sound.Everything in the universe, every phenomenon in the world, astronomy and geography, the seven emotions and six desires are all in the font.If you seek its sound but forget its shape, you will lose its meaning.Lions and lice tried to eat persimmons, Sima and Sima tried to treat them with dead horses, how absurd!Therefore, my uncle's pinyin characters are never shown to others to promote their annihilation.Otherwise, it can at least be submitted to the Text Reform Committee for discussion as the first phoneticization of Chinese characters.

The uncle's family said that the uncle's pinyin was learned from an ewe.It was a smart, kind dairy goat.Uncle's mother died because of uncle's dystocia, and uncle was born without milk.The uncle's father brought a ewe from the sheepfold, and stuffed the uncle into the ewe's arms. The uncle couldn't wait to hold the ewe's big milk, and sucked it with his small mouth. stop.The ewes also hooked their heads and licked him constantly.When he had fed the milk and took the ewe away again, the ewe cried out "bleat" and looked back at him unwilling to leave.Uncle's father spread thick straw in front of uncle's bed, and let the ewes lie beside uncle's bed, guarding him day and night.The ewe keeps chickens and dogs away from his bed.A rooster came to look for food in front of the bed, and it also hooked its head and got into a posture of fighting, scaring away the rooster.Until my uncle was four or five years old, he was still inseparable from this ewe, like mother and child.When sheep workers leave the village to herd sheep, they can only take the ewes with them. Both the ewes and the uncle are restless because of the temporary separation.The uncle will follow the hoofprints and urine marks left by the ewes on the road—it is said that they are the "words" left by the ewes to him, and he will find the place where the ewes graze.It was the hoofprint and urine print of the ewe that provided inexhaustible inspiration for my uncle to create pinyin characters. The pinyin characters he used were all intercepted from the hoof print and urine print of that ewe.My father said with a smile that this may be helpful for exploring the origin of various phonetic characters in the world.

My uncle went to a private school when he was seven years old, and the ewes were old at that time.Uncle's father purposely set up branches and grass thatch on the sheepfold, so that the ewes can live in it for the elderly.My uncle would come to the sheepfold every day after school to look at it and feed it grass.It has a bad appetite and only eats the grass fed by the uncle. One snowy night, the strong wind knocked off the branches and grass thatch on the sheepfold.The old ewes couldn't resist the severe cold, and they froze to death in the sheepfold. Their bodies were frozen and covered with thick ice and snow, but they still maintained a dignified lying posture, with their heads tilted, leaning against a pile of silvery white snow. .The uncle hugged the dead ewe and cried loudly.Uncle's father also had tears in his eyes. He wrapped the ewe in grass thatch, tied three hoops with white cloth, buried her under the pomegranate tree in the backyard, and planted a small grave.My father led me to see the grave bag.The tomb is covered with ivy and white morning glory, and a stone tablet stands in front of the tomb.My father said that it was the tombstone my uncle erected for the ewe when he grew up. On the front was engraved: "Tomb of the Sheep's Nurse", and on the back was the inscription written by my uncle himself:

"Yang's wet nurse has endured so much hardship. Raising me is like licking a calf. Although she is a animal spirit, she is actually a human mother. My heart is sad, and I am grateful for my kneeling milk. In the winter moon of Geng Wu, heavy snow fell. Mourning my wet nurse, she endured the cold and became stiff .Death forever, the sun and the moon have no light. Stars turn and shift, worries and thoughts are unforgettable. I will follow you in the next life, and I would rather be a lamb. Alas, I will give you a feast! The unfilial adopted son Qiao Mingyue wept blood and nodded."

As my father read the inscription, tears filled his eyes.He asked me to recite this sacrificial rite to remember my uncle and this great ewe. When the uncle was teaching Mr. Zhao the home, Mr. Zhao accompanied him to the lotus pond to enjoy the flowers. When he came to a banyan tree, he suddenly stopped in panic and stretched out his hand to grab Mr. Zhao.Mr. Zhao asked, "Mr. Qiao, what's the matter with you?" Uncle lowered his head and pointed to the tree.Zhao Erye looked at the tree and saw a male magpie pressing on the back of a female magpie.Mr. Zhao pointed to the magpie and asked, "You mean the two?" Uncle turned his face away and dared not look at it, and said, "Yes, exactly!" Mr. Zhao asked, "Why do you stop moving forward?" Uncle remained the same He tilted his face and said: "Don't disturb them, a gentleman should accomplish his good deeds!" Zhao Erye stood with him far away and accomplished the good deed on the tree, but another male magpie jumped onto the back of the female magpie.Zhao Erye said with a smile: "Mr. Qiao, I can't afford to delay this time, you just wait for them to finish their good deeds, and enjoy the flowers alone!" Uncle said repeatedly: "Hurry up, hurry up!" .

The uncle was happy to enjoy the flowers along the lotus pond alone, but he saw a farmer walking by with a calf. Both the farmer and the calf had tears in their eyes, so they asked the farmer: "What are you doing with the calf?" ?” The farmer said, “Up to the slaughter pot.” The uncle said, “Oh, the calf is so small, why don’t you let it live?” The farmer said, “My mother is sick, and I don’t have the money to get the medicine, so I want to call my mother to live , so I can’t take care of the calf.” The uncle said, “Sell me the calf, go and get the money with me.” The uncle returned to Mr. Zhao's house, took the money to send the farmer away, and tied the calf to the leg of the classroom table.The schoolchildren shook their heads while reading, and the little calf also shook its head and tail, "mooing".The uncle was overjoyed and said: "Okay, I have another student!" He asked Da Pia and Er Mia to cut a basket of green grass and feed it in the lecture hall.The calf just entered the school, and before he had time to learn to pay attention to hygiene, he ate the grass, and then he cocked his tail in the classroom, and pooped a pile of stinky shit. pia, mia, dia, tia and their cousins ​​all ran away holding their noses.The uncle patted the calf on the forehead and said, "Good boy, you are the only one who can keep reading! How can I teach you?" Then he walked around the calf, shaking his head, and recited "The Way of Man" early". Not long after, Mr. Zhao came to the classroom and said, "I heard that the master has accepted another big disciple?" The uncle patted the little calf on the head, and said with a smile on his face, "I have a great destiny with this boy!" Mr. Zhao Said: "Why is it a calf?" The uncle said: "Confucius said that there are no classes in teaching, and there is no distinction between teaching students!" Zhao Erye said: "But when it comes, my students dare not come. What should I do?" The uncle thought for a while, and said, "Then tie it outside the window under the eaves, and let it live as an auditor." Zhao Erye said, "Aren't you afraid to neglect it? The uncle thought for a while, and said: "Then put a wooden peg on the back wall of the lecture hall and give it a place." Zhao Erye said: "That is too wronged!" Ingot Yinzi, "Mister, please take it back and train it in your own home!" The uncle put the book bag on his shoulders, took square steps cheerfully, and led the calf home, only to find that the farmer who sold the calf was following him sadly, and the calf was also looking at the farmer eagerly.The uncle asked the farmer, "Did you get the medicine for Lord Lingtang?" The farmer said, "Mr. Xie, my mother is well. But," he pointed at the calf, "its Lord Lingtang is sick, so he doesn't eat grass anymore." The uncle hurriedly asked, "What disease?" The farmer said, "I think my son is sick!" The uncle patted the calf and asked, "You mean, its mother thinks it is sick?" The farmer said: " That's right!" The uncle sighed and said, "Then you can take it back and let it reunite with its mother and child." The farmer shook his head and said, "I have no money to redeem it." The uncle said, "This will be difficult!" Scratching his head and thinking for a while, he said, "Yes, just write me an IOU." The farmer shook his head again, "I'm afraid I won't be able to." The uncle thought and thought, and suddenly pulled him aside, I put up a mouth mask with the palm of my hand, and offered advice for him: "Why are you so stubborn? The IOU asked me to write it for you, and wrote 'repay the money in the next lifetime', wouldn't it be overwhelmed!" Feeling extremely relieved, Quan Zhice waved his hands frequently, watching the farmer lead the calf away. From then on, people nicknamed the uncle "Joe Nervous", and said that it had something to do with him having a goat mother.When he was nervous, his eyes were round like sheep's eyes, and the yellow glazed eyeballs radiated strange brilliance.His beard is also a goatee. A year later, my uncle saw the calf had grown up and was bending over to pull the plow to plow the land. The yoke was rubbing blood on the ox's spine, and the flies were buzzing on the ox's ridge. The bull's eyes looked at him indifferently.He sighed again, full of grief, and said, "Ox, what kind of mercy did I show you a year ago? I didn't let you go to the slaughter pot, but it made you work harder to pull the plow. After you have worked hard all your life, you still have to go to the slaughter pot." Yes! It seems that I am fake mercy!" bowed to the cow, and left with tears. It is precisely because of this calf that the rich family never asked him to be a "tutor" again. Uncle's fate with a lark was after he set up a private school in his own home.My father has become his disciple.A schoolboy named Xiaofu brought a lark to his private school and hung the bird cage under the eaves. The lark began to show its talent in singing.The uncle was criticizing the lecture, and his heart was moved by the song of the lark, so he put down the book and started the heuristic teaching: "Ah, the spring returns to the earth, and the birds are singing. What are the birds thinking? Everyone listened and wondered again. What, can you think of an idiom related to birdsong?" A schoolboy said: "'Guanguan Jujiu, in the river island.' It wants a wife!" The schoolboy burst into laughter.The uncle didn't laugh, and even said: "Okay, okay, although it's a bit far-fetched, I can apply what I've learned." Another schoolboy said: "'Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a group of egrets go up to the blue sky.' Our larks compare The oriole sings well!" Uncle smiled and said, "That's fine, the lark is good at singing, but the oriole corresponds to the egret, so you can't use the lark to compare." Another schoolboy said: "'Beat the oriole, don't teach it to be on the branch. Cry. When I cry, I startle my concubine's dream, and I can't get to the west of Liaoning. 'My father was taken away by the husband, and my mother misses my father!" The schoolchildren roared with laughter again.The uncle said solemnly: "Don't laugh, it's rare that he thinks about his parents at such a young age, good, good!" Seeing my father sitting still, he quickly asked: "Congba, what did you hear?" My father said "I heard it crying!" There was a sudden silence in class.The uncle asked: "Why is it crying?" The father said: "It was so free in the woods, but now it is trapped in a cage like a prisoner, how can it not cry?" The uncle was panicked, and asked: "Is there something close? Is it an idiom?" My father said, "'When a bird is about to die, its song also mourns.'" Everyone listened carefully to the bird's song, and sure enough, they heard the soft and mournful sound.Uncle said: "It can be seen that ears are different from ears!" Xiaofu said: "Early this morning, a little bird like it flew to look for it. It flapped its wings, but it couldn't fly out. The two of them are separated by the cage, and Jiuer Jiuer has been talking for a long time!" Uncle looked at Lark sadly, and asked again: "Children, should we let it fly back to the forest?" Everyone gathered together Xiaofu also said: "I think so too!" Uncle opened the cage and said: "Bird, thank you for being a good boy in this house. Let's go!" With a cry, he flapped his wings and flew to the sky, turned somersault and turned back, screamed a few times, and flew away lightly. The next day, as soon as Xiaofu came to class, his father stepped on his heels and rushed in, twisted his ears and said, "You come back with me!" The uncle hurried over, covered Xiaofu's ears and said, "Why are you Screw my student's ear?" His father said, "I can't screw your student, but I can screw my son!" Uncle said, "Why did he mess with you?" His father said, "His good teacher He was so confused, he let go of a song lark that I exchanged for two buckets of wheat with one stone!" My father asked me, "Who do you think this Xiaofu is?" I shook my head. Father said: "It's you, Uncle Ru!" Uncle Lu is a doctor of medicine in Germany and a professor at the School of Medicine of H University.When my father told me about Uncle Ru, he was also teaching at the Faculty of Arts of H University.Father said that Uncle Rubo's earliest motivation to study in Germany came from the lark flying into the sky. Father did not have the opportunity and financial resources to study abroad.He was able to enter Xinpu and even the first rural senior primary school in the county, and then he was able to go out to study, all because of my uncle's nervousness.My father was admitted to high school from a private school until he graduated from high school. He ranked first in all the exams, and was attracted by an uncle who opened Hengchang Grocery Store in Xinpu.The uncle of the family has no sons and wants to train my father early to support his grocery store.My grandfather hoped that his son would return to the mulberry garden as soon as possible to inherit the family business.Only mulberry gardens are good in the world, and mulberry trees are full of treasures.The mulberry garden is the ancestor sang who was saved by the old master's blood, sweat and life in times of crisis.Liu Xiu had long forgotten the old Zhang's mulberry garden, but we must not forget it.Guan Erye just had a special liking for the "Han mulberry tree", but he pulled out the old Zhang's family's earthly spirit by the roots and shoots.Since it is said that Congwa is smart, then rely on him to inherit the mantle of "Mulberry Branch Zhang" in the mulberry garden, and then cultivate the earth spirit of the old Zhang family.All things are long, but this is the big one.You don't need to be literate, you can understand contract documents, you won't be deceived, and you don't need to go to the government to report to the government with the official document of arresting yourself as a disaster relief note like him.You can't do without reading, and you can't do if you read too much.If a living person is controlled by words, he will be stupid, as evidenced by his uncle Qiao's nerves. My father categorically rejected both of the above options.He heard that there is a provincial third-level senior normal school in Xinyang. If he can pass the one-year preparatory course and then transfer to the three-year undergraduate course, the school will take care of food and housing. There are still endless new books in the library, so he insists on taking the test. Xinyang Normal University had an irreconcilable conflict with my grandfather, but only knew that it was difficult for her stomach, and launched a protracted hunger strike, which made my grandmother feel bad.She hurried back to her natal home to move soldiers, and it was precisely her younger brother and my grandfather who invited her, a footnote to Qiao's nerves, for the theory that "too much reading is harmful". Uncle Qiao Jing rode a donkey and came to Zhang'an with two stewed pig's ears.After the grandma had cut the pig's ears, she served food and wine under the mulberry tree. She served a plate of scrambled eggs with leeks, a plate of nepeta mixed with cucumbers, a plate of mixed Chinese toon, and a plate of pickled turtle eggs, and then hid in the stove. After drinking four taels of Laobaigan and eating a pig's ear, the alcohol has already excited people. "What's the matter? You want to turn Congwa into a mulberry tree?" The uncle started to attack his brother-in-law, "Look, what have you done with the mulberry tree?" "What is it like?" Grandpa said, "Until now, no one has been able to pick out the faults in the mulberry branches I pinched!" "Did the mulberry tree grow for you to pinch the mulberry branches?" "Hey! Then why do I grow mulberry trees?" "I'm not saying, why do you keep the mulberry tree. I mean, what is the mulberry tree itself for?" "Hey! A mulberry tree is a mulberry tree, what else can it be used for?" "By the way, a mulberry tree is a mulberry tree." Uncle sipped a cup full of wine, "Mulberry trees are natural and free things, and mulberry trees have the nature of mulberry trees. It takes root in the soil and absorbs the essence of the earth; Bearing the aura of rain and dew, the green branches and green leaves are natural. It lives as it lives, and it does nothing." Then there was another "squeak", "If you want to squeeze it into a mulberry branch, you have to cut it with scissors, You cut it with a knife, tied it with a rope, and roasted it with fire. You made the mulberry tree suffer so much that you lost the nature of the mulberry tree, and the mulberry tree is no longer a mulberry tree!" "Then...then..." Grandpa's brain was completely confused by the uncle's grand theory, "I don't pinch mulberry branches, what can I tell your sister to eat? What can I tell Congwa to eat? Go drink the northwest wind!" "This is just your business, not the mulberry tree's business. The mulberry tree has no nature to ask you to pinch, cut, bind, or burn. There are also mulberries. Eating mulberry is your business, and it doesn't ask you to eat mulberries. The nature of picking and telling you to eat is what it passes on from generation to generation. If you violate the nature of the mulberry tree, it will not complain to you, quarrel with you, or be angry with you without eating. It will only shed tears, that is also Its natural tears. It doesn't want Liu Xiu's gold medal, it won't cry because it didn't wear the gold medal, and the gold medal is not something in its nature."  Grandpa gave a particularly loud "squeak" from his mouth. "You bring pig ears to me, that's what you're talking about?" "I mean, Congwa is just a mulberry sapling, a green mulberry sapling, don't make him into a mulberry branch, that's not his nature, let him grow by himself!" The wine cup jingled. Grandpa said: "I dare not drink this wine!" "What's the matter?" "Can't tell what the nature of sake is?" "The nature of wine is to get drunk, drink, drink!" The two wine glasses clinked very loudly, and the two mouths squeaked very harshly. "Uncle Baby, if you have something to say, just say it. Do you want to send Cong Wa to Xinyang to go to school?" "It's not that I want to ask him to do it, but he wants to do it himself, just like the little mulberry tree wants to grow up." "Why did you send him to school?" "Why are you always 'what'?" Uncle looked up at the sky, and immediately found an eloquent example in the sky, "Look at that eagle, supported by the wind, whirling back and forth under the clouds; You see, it fluttered its wings, flew, flew, the clouds wrapped it, flew high, flew far, and flew to the top of the clouds. The eagle flew and flew, what is it for? It does nothing, it flies It is the nature of the eagle." Many years later, my grandfather suddenly realized, and said to my grandmother: "I don't think the smart baby is an eagle." "What is he?" "Did you forget? That summer, you picked up an egret egg from Baihetan, put it in the egg pot and forgot about it. The old hen warmed the baby, and a long-legged one came out, a man on stilts, who also mixed with a group of chickens." In the baby, follow the old hen to twist and shake, and when it shakes too big, it will fly away. It is our baby." Zhang Jinsuo, the owner of Hengchang grocery store, said that his father was a thousand-mile horse, and he discovered the thousand-mile horse.When my grandpa and uncle were arguing over pig ears, he came here wearing a silk gown and shaking a sandalwood fan. It was Zhuge Liang's home-brewed old wine "Wolongye" that lived in Wollongong in seclusion. He looked sideways at my uncle and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Uncle Guaner!" Congwa please come." "Don't scare me!" Grandpa said, "A fourteen or fifteen-year-old child, and your junior, how can you bother you like this!" "You can't underestimate Congwa!" The owner of Hengchanghang began a long speech, "The year before last, Congwa went to the store to buy paper, and just happened to meet Liu Erneng, who opened a grocery store in Xicun, who came to the store for credit and wrote a long credit card. Accounting bill. Accounting Xianer read the credit bill and was about to ask Liu Erneng to take the things away. Cong Wa glanced at the credit bill and said, "Wrong!" Accounting Xianer read it again and said, "Where is it?" Wrong? You kid is only three feet tall, what do you know?' Congwa walked out the door and said, "Look at the last sentence again." Accountant Xianer looked at the bill again and said, "The bill will be settled in one month. That's right!" Congwa said: "The days after one month will be long, and there is no time limit." Zhang Xian'er was so frightened that she hurriedly asked, "My child, what do you think should be written?" Congwa said: "Just one word, just change one month later to within one month." Liu Erneng looked Congwa up and down, and said: "I am Erneng, and today I meet a taller kid, who should I be?" , It turned out to be Da Neng!' I didn't dare to buy on credit, so I walked away in despair. From this incident, I knew that Congwa was the thousand-mile horse of our old Zhang family. A few days ago, students from more than a dozen villages The children followed their parents to Xinpu Street to look at the graduation list. Why? Because this is the first batch of graduates after the establishment of a new school in Xinpu, each village secretly competes for the students in the village. I said without looking at the list, The first place is Zhang Congwa from Zhang’an, who didn’t run away! Look, I’m guessing! People from other villages said, what’s wrong? Fengshui will be transferred to Zhang’an’ Poguo Zhang’s house! He blinked at my uncle with the whites of his eyes, "Someone is trying to get Congwa to go to Xinyang to take the teacher's exam, but I have inquired about it. After graduating from the teacher's school, at most she will be a king of children. The second and third graduates of Xinpu High School , and the fourth place, they were asked to go to the shopkeeper of the Xinpu shop in their village to pick them up. They have seen the current affairs clearly, and they are considered today's heroes if they can gain a foothold in Xinpu Town. However, they are just following Dang's buddies first. I want to ask Congwa to follow me and learn the way of doing business from the big place. When I can't hug him anymore, the second shopkeeper will be him. He is a thousand-mile horse, so he can't be treated like a donkey! Uncle, are you right? ?” Uncle raised the wine cup and said: "Okay, I met Bole today, I would like to toast you!" "What is Bole?" "Bole knows horses, he is an ancient man." "Hey, don't dare to take it! Brother, take it up too, drink, drink!" There was a "jingle", followed by three sounds of "squeak, squeak, squeak". The uncle put down the wine cup and stood up, pacing squarely under the mulberry tree with his hands behind his back, shaking his head, and recited a large ancient prose. My grandfather and shopkeeper Zhang seemed to be listening to heavenly scriptures, so we had to follow him and blink. Grandpa said: "Okay, the words of the ancients should be finished, let's talk!" The uncle said: "This is Zhuangzi's famous book "Horseshoe". He said that the horse's hoof can walk on frost and snow, and its hair can protect it from wind and cold. It is the true temperament of a horse. A man named Bole said he could train a fine horse, so he cut the horse's hoof, cut the horse's hair, and nailed iron palms on the horse's hoof. There was a rein in the front to prevent it from being mischievous, and a whip in the back to make it go fast. Run. More than five of the ten horses died in the hands of Bole, and those who survived were kept in bridles for the rest of their lives. The big shopkeeper of the new shop, do you want to nail iron palms and bridles for Congwa, so that he can stay in Working hard for you in the business field, that is the great horse that ruined your old Zhang family!" Zhang Jinsuo said with a swollen face: "Uncle, I don't know about Zhuangzi or the village. I only know that Congwa brought dry food to the high school, and carried the miscellaneous noodles six days a week, and soaked them in boiling water to eat. The first one came out. I feel sorry for him, and I want to give him twelve coins a day, and ask him to buy two bowls of noodle soup. He didn’t want it anyway, and patted his pocket and said, I have it, and my mother gave it to me! But I know He doesn't. If he does, he won't eat dry buns every day. I can only admire Congwa's ambition." Grandma cried in the kitchen.Grandpa also turned his face to the side to watch the ants climb the tree. Zhang Jinsuo said again: "I go to school in Xinyang, hundreds of miles away from home, and I have to go to school for four years. In the first year, I don't care about the food in the preparatory school. I can't recite the dry bun. You didn't ask your brother-in-law for the food fee of three yuan a month. I can't afford it!" He imitated my uncle's appearance, humming and saying, "'Eat grass, drink water, raise your feet and jump, that's the true temperament of a horse'. Hmph, a horse has no grass to eat, and it still jumps! " The uncle lost his nerve again, staring fixedly at the shopkeeper Zhang Da, Huang Liuli's eyes "swish" and radiated colorful light, and said loudly to the room: "Congba, get up for me! I will lead the donkey for you!" Now that you are here, you can ride the donkey to take the exam, and you will definitely pass the exam! Go to Xinyang and sell the donkey, which is enough for your meal expenses for a semester. Also, there are three oceans and one dollar in the money bag on the donkey’s back. This "Kangxi Dictionary." Then he said to my grandfather: "Brother-in-law, I'm leaving!" Grandma ran out of the house and said, "Don't go, Congwa is up, up!" Grandpa said: "I got up so dizzy! Hurry up and roll out the noodles for him, tell him to eat the noodles before getting up, and say that his uncle told him to eat grass. Oh, baby!" When my father saw my uncle again, he had turned into a pile of loess. That year, when my father finished his studies at the Academy of Chinese Studies at Yenching University, he returned to his hometown to visit relatives when he took time off. He fell on my uncle's grave and passed out. Before the uncle passed away, there were only two students left in his private school, and they were the two grandchildren specially entrusted to him by his son.Next door, the abacus training class held by a resigned accountant fairy was very lively, and the abacus beads crackled like fried beans.Here, the uncle put the jug on the desk, dipped the tip of his chopsticks in the wine, sipped it into his grandson's mouth, and said, "Boy, I'm tired. There is a junior primary school in East Village. I've signed up for you." Do you want to go?" Sunwa cheered and said, "I have wanted to go for a long time, but my father was afraid that you would be sad, so he didn't ask me to go. There are many children there, and they can learn to sing!" Putting down my uncle, I jumped Three jumps and ran away. Uncle was silent and sat alone in the empty lecture hall for a long time.A spider is spinning a web in a corner.The sparrows also hopped onto the dish he served with wine to eat.During the noon break, he dreamed that Yang's wet nurse had tears in her eyes and called him "baa-baa".In the evening, he rowed a small boat and let it float when he reached the center of the river. He poured himself a drink accompanied by old wine; he played and sang by himself with three strings in his arms. I am the only one awake; the whole world is muddy, but I am the only one clear!" Looking at the stars in the river, he said, "Oh, the stars have fallen into the river!" The little fish floated on the water "chirp chirp" Son, he said again, "Hey, the little fish has grown wings!" Poured two more glasses of residual wine, and said to an empty seat opposite: "Brother Hui Shi, let's stop arguing. I must Fish, if you want to have the joy of being a fish!" Drank the last remaining cup of wine, and jumped into the water. My uncle is fifty-eight years old.On the day he turned into a fish, he told his son that farming should be the nature of a farmer. You can study, but you can't become a scholar. Let your son not learn from him.The son obeyed his father's order and dedicated his life to farming, occasionally entertaining himself with poetry and books.The family is well-off and is a self-cultivating farmer. When my father passed out on my uncle's grave, he asked my cousin who was riding on my neck to carry him back. After my father woke up, he asked tearfully, "Cousin, did my uncle leave a message for me?" "He said you fly, fly, fly high, you can't see. He also said..." "What else?" "And said some crazy things." "I love listening to my uncle's crazy talk." The cousin didn't want to repeat his uncle's crazy words, which became a problem for his father. When they met this time, they drank the old wine that my uncle hadn't finished drinking on the grave. When my father brought up the matter again, my cousin said, "It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's because I'm afraid it will be bad luck!" Father said: "I am not afraid of bad luck!" The uncle drank a glass of wine and said: "My father said that no one has ever seen the dead body of an eagle. Why is that? Because the eagle keeps flying to the sky. The sky has no end. Fly, fly, When it is close to the sun, it makes the sun light up. There are flames on the wings of the eagle, and it will fly to the sky, and finally it will become a ball of fire and burn up. Father said, this is the nature of the eagle. " The father said with tears: "Light me, let me burn, I will find my sun!"