Chapter 6 Chapter Six

The news that Qing Zhu made a thousand dollars in less than a month from opening a barber shop, was like the drenching rain after Qing Zhu's death, which soaked every inch of Xiema Villa overnight.The women in the mountain village planted crops alone, took care of the housework alone, and provided for their children to go to school alone because their husbands were away for a year. The husband, who can only earn three or four thousand yuan, was brought back and asked them to farm at home to open a barber shop by themselves.The restlessness caused by this news in the heart of the woman in the villa is like the restlessness caused by the migrant workers in the villa a few years ago.When they communicated with each other, their voices were sticky and obscure, and they lacked the fluency of Ragua speaking in the past. "I heard that they earn a thousand dollars a month." "Who?" Complaints about the present day.They have seen many capable people making money on TV, but the young women in their own villa made a lot of money easily, which made them a little bit shaken or confused about the days of messing around with mud in the land.When the hearts and minds responsible for the hardships of life of the farmers are all due to the collision of voices and ears during the day, and the collision of thoughts and dreams at night, Lin Zhiliang, the woman and Lin Zhiliang spent a night that almost killed them.The woman nicknamed know-it-all heard the news that the people in the village can make money in the town, and hurried out of the bean field, trotting all the way back to the small shop at home, the breath of the field was as crisp as a burst of chewing beans The insults poured into the shop in an instant.Lin Zhiliang, the woman pointed at the man's neck, you are a douchebag, you run a small shop all day long to hide yourself, you don't do any work in the field, how much money do you earn?How many times have I told you that you are a bear, you rent a place in the town, and you can move in more in a month, but you don’t listen, you guard the door like an old lady, you are afraid that your wife is at home A thief raises a man, huh?Lin Zhiliang was having five blessings with Zhang Shoushan's father, Lao Mianshu, in a small shop. The woman's insults like splashing water on his head and face made him unable to close his mouth that opened suddenly for a long time.He didn't know who provoked her and told her to go home and vent her anger.Lin Zhiliang thought that if she scolded her, she would die on her own, but she didn't talk nonsense, so she became even more violent, saying that I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to find such a lazy bear like you.The root is a big deal, how can there be a diligent one in the old Lin family, huh?Your brother is the same way, somehow God blinded him to make a fortune and let him idle around in the village.Seeing his wife's scolding attracted a group of children playing outside the store, and seeing his brother being involved in the content of his wife's scolding for no reason, a vein suddenly popped up on Lin Zhiliang's rough neck.He stood up, gently hooked his right index finger to the gap between the buttons of his wife's clothes, and then pinched the clothes hard and pulled them out.The wife was not stubborn, and followed out arrogantly, and followed them all the way to the backyard.When the wife went to the backyard and closed the damper, Lin Zhiliang grabbed his wife's hair and rushed to the stove. The wife just fell to the ground, and there was a thud when her head hit the pot, and Lin Zhiliang grabbed it again.The wife didn't say a word. The man's unprecedented bravery caught her off guard. Since entering the house with the man, the woman's big throat seemed to be cut by someone.When Lin Zhiliang grabbed the woman's hair for the third time and wanted to slap her twice while pushing her, his wife jumped up from the stove and threw herself at Lin Zhiliang's chest. up.Lin Zhiliang let out a wow, his arms suddenly felt weak, and then he leaned against the damper, and kept screaming until his wife let go.

His wife Songkou Lin Zhiliang did not fight back, silently watching the dark red blood and sweat smeared together on his chest.Because he beat his wife and suffered some blood and injuries, he was willing to suffer on his own.For so many years, he has never punished his wife except for scolding him for making trouble with him. His wife has nagged and forced him to open a shop in the town countless times, but she never dared to mention the roots of the Lin family. He dared to mention his brother, these two words made him feel pain like adding salt to the scar.His father, Lin Luoguo, was a well-known Yangzi in the seaside of southern Liaoning when he was young. The so-called Yangzi means that he knows that he is a worthless man, but he still pretends to be a uncle, and he has to sit on a hot kang to beg for food.In the 1940s, I begged with my father from Quyang, Hebei, and went to the seaside of Liaonan. I set up camp at the seaside and then went fishing with fishermen.A quiet and quiet man led four children dressed in the clothes he was coming, and he would never leave unless he annoyed someone.People were afraid that the trees would lose their face and the trees would lose their bark. At that time, when anyone in the villa saw a man leading a group of children coming from Tun Street from a distance, he quickly stepped in the door.Because they begged for a living with their parents since they were young, their brothers and sisters never knew how to worry and contribute.After growing up, the two younger sisters were born with beautiful faces and married off at seventeen or eighteen. The rest of him and his elder brother were unable to marry a wife at the age of twenty-six or seven. play.As a result, they gradually understood how much peasants value strength and face.But knowing it does not mean being able to do it. For many years, he has been thinking hard and making great efforts is like sending him to hell.After the elder brother went out to earn a lot of money, he was inspired by his elder brother and was also instructed by his elder brother. He opened a grocery store at the door. Although it was the first grocery store in Xiema Villa, but because the life in Xiema Villa was dominated by women, women rarely gave up. Spending money, even if they have money, because they are too boring to live in farming, they turn the only consumption during the day into a reason to go shopping and send it to Xiema Town.Except for New Year's Day, his daily selling price is only a few dozen yuan.It's not that he can't go to the town, some people have proposed to open a shop in the town, but the idleness and quietness of Tun Street has made him used to looking for Pan Xiuying once a year.Lin Zhiliang knew that all his habits were inherited from his father, but he never wanted his wife to mention his father, and he didn't want his father to wipe out the brilliance he gained in the small shop during the day.Lin Zhibang earned money outside and came back to be a village cadre, and Lin Zhiliang fully gained the glory he never had before.The brilliance that my brother won for the Lin family in Xiema Villa overshadowed the gray marks left by my father and the gray marks left by them when they were young. , Someone will soon mention the Lin Zhi Gang.The fact that Weng Yueyue was able to marry her nephew, Guojun, explained a very important issue in itself.The wife used that stinky mouth to uncover the fluffy grass leaves covering the hillside of the Lin family. If she didn't hit her, she was crazy like a dog and blamed herself for being lazy.Really started to fight, stood up to protect the face of the ancestors of the Lin family like never before, Lin Zhiliang found a feeling of an indomitable man in front of women.

After the wife bit the man's chest, she remained silent.She grinded half a circle in the stove, put her hand on the pot, stood up and walked to the back room.Lin Zhiliang thought that his wife, who had never been beaten before, was subdued by him, so he buttoned up his jacket and walked back to the grocery store with peace of mind.Uncle Mian was gone, and the children who were playing saw that there was no one in the store, and they grabbed sunflower seeds, candy and other delicious things in a mess.Lin Zhiliang took care to pack up the rare items, thinking that Mrs. Xiong was the one who broke the money the most.As he was bending over to pick on the ground, Lin Zhiliang felt the door being pulled open, and a bunch of short shadows came in from the door. When he looked up, it was sparks.Huo Hua held a dead bat in his hand, and he raised it to his head as soon as he entered the door. There was something like smoke flowing in his eyes, and the upper and lower lips kept gluing and stretching the saliva, forming a gurgling bubble. Bubble.I don't know whether it was the saliva in Spark's mouth that stuck to a string of bubbles of different sizes that inspired the inspiration, or Spark's strange eyes conveyed an ominous sign.Lin Zhiliang was sure of the spark, he felt a chill down his back, he threw down the candy in his hand, and ran into the back room in a few strides like an old mule.When he walked into the back room, his wife was already foaming at the mouth and her eyes were staring.

The old chariot, Shiwen Shengli, drove the carriage like a startled horse, and there was a swirl of pig enema in Xiema Town Health Center, which finally opened the eyes of the woman who had uncovered the man's scar.Seeing the woman open her eyes, Lin Zhiliang, who once gained the brilliance of being an upright man when he pushed the woman, immediately knelt down on the bed in front of a group of people, holding his wife's cleavage with a pair of hands that are more delicate and white than a farmer's. There are dry mouthed hands crying, Gui Yun, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you...

Regardless of whether this kind of awakening is thorough, regardless of whether this kind of repentance comes from the heart, women who can cure a man with such a sentence are rare in Xiema Villa and even the countryside in southern Liaoning.It’s not that the men here are not afraid of their wives. The men here regard words as valuable as their bones and blood. If they give in to their words, it’s tantamount to draining their blood and bones. A man who is afraid of his wife would rather kneel down to a woman.Zhiliang's wife used her death-seeking bravery to draw the man's blood, pulled the carriage back to the village, and greeted the villagers on Tun Street, talking and laughing as if a hero had returned in triumph.The meeting with Death a few hours ago seemed to be her achievement for the women of the mountains.The two sons who studied in the middle school in the town came home from school, but they were not as proud as their mother when they learned the truth.

Seeing my mother, just as several women who came to visit carefully described the scene of fighting with my father in the next afternoon, I took a sip of cold water in the kitchen and slammed the ladle loudly.When the women left one after another, Guowei walked up to his mother and said with a sullen face and pouted mouth, "Mom, do you need to call the whole village to let you make a report and tell me how you drink the medicine."Mother said you are a dead ghost, I thought there was something good to say.After entering the door, the second Guofeng who had been standing in front of the back room cabinet facing the wall muffledly said, "I don't want to read anymore, I'm going to town to open a shop."

The war between Lin Zhiliang and his wife, stirred up by Qingzhu's ghost, came to an end in the angry jokes of the two sons, and the days of the Lin family returned to their former peace.But Lin Zhiliang's heart was not at peace.Early the next morning, when he opened the store door, he stretched out his hand out the window, calling out to Huo Huo who was dancing plaid alone in front of his brother's house.Seeing him beckoning, Huo Hua took the distance to the shop as a grid and jumped over.Huo Hua's gaze today is clear and bright, and the rays of light condense into a red bead in her eyes. Zhi Liang hands over a piece of sorghum caramel jelly, and then gently grabs Huo Hua from the window and hugs her into his arms.Zhiliang said that you are a very strange child, you saved the old uncle, how did you know that your old aunt took the medicine.Sparks seemed to understand, and shook his head.Zhi Liang said, where did you get that bat?Huo Huo broke free from the old uncle's embrace, ran out of the house and pointed forward, and Zhi Liang looked in the direction of Aunt Shi.When Lin Zhiliang saw Huo Huo pointing at his sister-in-law Shi, the hairs on his body suddenly stood up. He stared straight at Huo Huo, his joints creaked.For a moment, he actually felt that the red bead in Huo Hua's eyes suddenly turned into a bat and flew out.

Uncle Zhiliang’s attitude towards him made Huo Hua feel very strange. He always picked himself up unpreparedly when he was cold, and made out with her. Huo Huo never understood the reason for the intimacy in the past, but this time she seemed to be He vaguely knew that it was the bat that saved Aunt Zhiliang.She knew from her uncle that the bird was called a bat. How could the bat save Aunt Zhiliang?Huo Hua has no way of knowing. After the fire, for a long time, she felt that life was meaningless. The little cat had a big belly and lay still all day. She never led herself up and down the field. She had nothing to do, so she snuggled up against the wall and listened to the sounds from the ground. Weaving in vibrant colors makes the sparkle feel utterly hilarious.For several days, Spark used the most familiar way to eliminate loneliness.However, yesterday afternoon, she snuggled against the wall and fell asleep. After she fell asleep, she had a strange dream. She dreamed that Yu Bingbing, who had been hiding from her, was shouting sparks outside the courtyard. When she heard the shout, she became excited and ran away. Going out, she followed Yu Bingbing and ran towards Auntie Stone, but as soon as she reached the hillside, Bingbing disappeared, Huo Huan called Bingbing—no matter how much she shouted, she couldn't make a sound. Later, when she woke up from the dream, she saw that she was still at the bottom of the wall, so she got up and went up the mountain.Walking to the aunt's stone tent, she tiptoed around like a hide-and-seek cat, and finally went around into the stone tent. There was no Bing Bing, but a strange bird snoring on the ground.Sparks watched quietly, white foam was blowing out of the bird's beak.After a while, the bird didn't move anymore, and Spark knew it was dead, so he picked it up and imitated the bird's way of bubbling.At the beginning, she couldn't drum no matter how hard she drummed, and there was a fluttering sound when she drummed. When she got home, she saw Yu Bingbing and a few children chattering around the door of old uncle Zhiliang. The bubbles finally bulged, and the strings of birth and death were very interesting. She wanted Yu Bingbing and the others to see the bubbles on her mouth, but they ran away like a dragonfly in a cobweb that was chasing after them. without a trace.At this moment, Huohua saw Uncle Zhiliang, who had a cold face and a bean worm on his eyebrows. Huohua didn't know if Uncle Zhiliang could like her bubbles, but there was no one in the street. She wanted too much to let people see the bubbles on her mouth, so she ran wildly into the stuffy shop... who knows...

After Lin Zhiliang put down the sparks, he closed the shop door, went home and told his wife that he was going to buy some goods, then rode his bicycle out of Tun Street and started bumping on the road. At the intersection of Qianchuan Road, Lin Zhiliang jumped out of the car, turned back to the front of the car, and did not go to the town. Instead, turn into the trail leading to Qianchuan Back Street. Every time he was scolded by his wife and felt dirty, Lin Zhiliang went to the town as an excuse to stop at Pan Xiuying's house. It was not intentional revenge on his wife with his infidelity, but his nagging, wildness, and ignorance. It often reminds him of Pan Xiuying's calmness, gentleness, and understanding.Pan Xiuying was able to get along with him precisely because he was not as simple and honest as those farmers in the villa who knew how to live on the land, so full of earthy smell. His wife could not understand everything about him, but it was exactly what Pan Xiuying liked about him, such as There is no dust in his nails, no creases in his clothes, and no smell of green onions in his mouth. Pan Xiuying said that he does not look like a farmer.Unlike the farmer’s reason, is it an important factor that he has no power but has been able to have a romantic relationship with her for many years? Lin Zhiliang dare not admit it, but one thing must be confirmed. Pan Xiuying’s affair with him is extremely happy, and he is usually gentle Pan Xiuying was wilder when she was having an affair with him than when her wife was fighting with him.Despite the serious consequences of being scolded this time, and despite the fact that he had repented deeply after the consequences, Lin Zhiliang still couldn't restrain his steps towards Pan Xiuying's house in Qianchuan.With this romantic woman in the mountain village who has had many men, there is Lin Zhiliang's brilliance on the face of a man who cannot be found in front of his wife or in front of all the women in the village, but it really belongs to him.

However, Lin Zhiliang saw the figure of a familiar man at the gate of Pan Xiuying's house which was far away from Tun Street.When the man's silhouette imprinted into his eyes through the glass brighter than that of ordinary farmers, Lin Zhiliang couldn't help but stop.He squinted his eyes carefully to identify the face on the silver-gray jacket. When he was sure that it was his elder brother Lin Zhibang sitting on the kang at Pan Xiuying's house, Lin Zhiliang's heart throbbed, and he turned and walked out of the courtyard.After Lin Zhiliang returned to the car, he felt neither eating flies nor hitting a wall, but an indescribable confusion.At this time, Lin Zhibang was sitting peacefully on the edge of Pan Xiuying's kang, puffing out smoke rings and chatting with Pan Xiuying about the stories of Xiema Villa for forty or fifty years.Since Lin Zhi became the village secretary, he has never been to the house of his sister-in-law director. If it is not for a meeting, if it is not for a situation that needs to be discussed, he always avoids her consciously or unconsciously.Pan Xiuying is an outstanding and miraculous woman in Xiema Villa. To say she is outstanding means that she is fair-skinned and good-looking, smart and well-educated. No matter who in the village is at odds with men and women, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, weddings and funerals, big and small things, She can take care of things properly; she is amazing because she will become the central figure no matter how many cadres she is with.That year, the agriculture learned from Dazhai to build a reservoir, and the provincial leaders came down to inspect the work. Pan Xiuying met the leader on the embankment, and she just said hello, leaders, and was dragged by the leader to talk about the dam repair project for two days and two nights. Regarding the progress, the leaders of the reservoir area project who had made careful preparations were left aside.The reservoir was repaired. As a migrant worker who participated in the war, she came up to speak on behalf of the migrant workers. Less than an hour after she stepped down, she was taken away by an officer of the provincial military region, saying that she would be rationed to the commander of the military region.Pan Xiuying resolutely refused to do it, and she insisted on returning to the villa within a month. Her outstanding performance became a good story because of the intervention of the commander of the military region.From then on, in the rumors, the number of men who had a crush on her increased one by one, and the number of men who fell in love with her increased one after another, but she married Jin Deyi, the most useless and honest man in the village at that time.What is truly miraculous is that no matter how many men she falls in love with, it does not affect her prestige among the masses.Lin Zhibang was in his twenties, just dreamed at night that his crotch was wet, and he vaguely remembered that the soft woman he was hugging in his dream was Pan Xiuying.When walking through the back slope of Moon Mountain to beg for food, he once lay down in the grass and peeked at her twisting buttocks, but she never looked directly at him once.Many years later, time has passed and life has undergone unexpected changes. He returned to Xiema Villa with hundreds of thousands of deposits that the country people could not even imagine, to revitalize the Lin family.In the brick house in the village, Pan Xiuying changed her previous attitude towards him and poured out the breath made of gentle eyes and ironic words, but Lin Zhibang pretended to be careless and never inadvertently smelled it.Lin Zhibang's refusal of the warm breath was not just for Pan Xiuying, it was because of the experience of going to the city a few years ago, he dared not look back on that experience, every time he looked back, there was an inexplicable fear, that unspeakable experience was ironically Like a ring, it was deeply hooped into his bones and his flesh, which made him have an instinctive fear of women.However, since such a significant family meeting was held at home that night, Lin Zhibang has completely changed. Pan Xiuying went to the village department meeting, and he took the initiative to talk to her.One day, I had to fill out a family planning form, which was so thick that I couldn’t write it. Pan Xiuying took the form and came to Lin Zhibang. Lin Zhibang looked at the watch and looked at the person, and said that you would tie a gas belt to your child when you are in your thirties. Can't write tie?Pan Xiuying said, I wanted to tie you with something five years ago, how can I write because you keep hiding? !In the past, at this time, the Lin Zhi Gang would suddenly change his face and keep silent, but now he not only changed his face, but also laughed, saying that you, Mrs. Pan, tied my thing and didn't wipe your face.Pan Xiuying was a little flattered when she saw the village head answering the words, come on, I don't know whose face I'm afraid of rubbing, try it if you have the guts.When the village head joked to such an extent, Pan Xiuying was beaming with pride. She was already in her fifties and sixties, and she flicked and flicked in front of the Lin Zhi gang like a ball with her chest still.Lin Zhibang ignored the pair of bouncing meat, but took the conversation a step further. He said yes, we have been together for five years, and there should be a commemoration. You wait at home, and I will try it another day.Pan Xiuying never dreamed that this serious old thing really came, regardless of whether her man was at home or not.

Lin Zhibang was completely business-like, and went into the courtyard to exchange pleasantries with Pan Xiuying's man, Jin Deyi, brother and brother, saying that I had something to discuss with Pan Xiuying, so I abandoned Jin Deyi, who was about to go to the field, and swaggered into the house.Because of the joke three days ago, when Pan Xiuying saw Lin Zhibang, she panicked like a little girl, her face was flushed, and her usually fluent utterance suddenly became murmured, you...you , you are here, sit down quickly. Lin Zhi gang was calm and unafraid like a battle-tested general. He entered the door and sat down firmly. Then he took out the Double Happiness that he carried with him, and said that he didn't serve matches yet. Why did his claws go numb?Pan Xiuying didn't say a decent word for a full ten minutes, and she cleaned up the kang floor by floor, without warning in advance, asking me to clean up the house.Lin Zhibang laughed, and said that you would treat me as a blind date and housekeeper, as long as you are clean, you will be hit.In this way, Pan Xiuying had no words, and it took a long time to recover, and said in a very soft and hesitant tone, Secretary, you, do you really want to make a memorial?Lin Zhibang said, I never told a lie.Pan Xiuying said, then... I'm not prepared at all.Lin Zhibang said, no preparation is needed, we will come right after the opening.Pan Xiuying looked at the old secretary in astonishment, wondering why you became so fierce, did you take the wrong medicine?At this time, Lin Zhigang stubbed out the cigarette butt, let out a long breath, and said that Pan Xiuying must not take it seriously, you really think I am the pig in the pen, and I came to you today to tell you something from the bottom of my heart. Pan Xiuying's eyes softened, and the shy cloud that flashed out of the tension just now disappeared immediately, she said that you have never made a heart out of me. Lin Zhibang said that I have always wanted to give you my heart, but do you know who you are?You are the moon and stars held by our villa for more than 30 years. Who am I?I am a poor quality book that misses the whiteboard after a few pages. Pan Xiuying said, don't say that, I'm also an old woman from yesterday, how old I am. Lin Zhibang said that you are old. Thirty years ago when your two big braids were thrown on the mountain, many men were entangled, but now you are not old in our prestige in our villa.In the past few days, I have been thinking, what is prestige?It is the endless water in our reservoir, and the imprints of horseshoes that cannot be dug away on the stone canopy of our sister-in-law. You have stored water in our villa, and you have stepped on the footprints of hooves!But I have nothing. Pan Xiuying said what was going on, you are the secretary of our villa, and your prestige is clearly displayed on the brim of your hat. Lin Zhibang said that you are right, it is on the brim of the hat, but when the hat is taken off, it is nothing.Pan Xiuying, these days I've been thinking, I don't want the thing on the brim, I quit, and I'm like you, not relying on power, relying on a warm heart, stepping on my own on the land of Xiema Villa footprint. Pan Xiuying's heart was boiling hot when Lin Zhibang spoke to her head and brain.She didn't know that Lin Zhibang valued herself so much.For more than 30 years, she really went from door to door to help with a hot heart. That year, as a girl, the son of Qianchuan Liu Chunmao died of dystocia, and she sneaked twenty miles away at night. The woman's family followed the school to deliver babies. From then on, she took care of all the women in the villa to give birth, day and night.She helps everyone without worrying about gains and losses. As she grows older, the people in the villa feel sorry for their feelings. When three catties of sugar and two catties of fruit are delivered to their door, she never lets people go home empty-handed.She bought some filial cloths for the villagers to "help the funeral", and when someone's child's 100th birthday came, she made a pocket bag embroidered with red flowers and sent it out to congratulate the child on a good life.When she did this, she didn't think about any prestige or stepping on any hoofprints, it was just a kind of wish and joy, and she was extremely happy when she was doing this.Over the years, I have given the land to someone and paid it to me. She has become very kind to everyone. Many people bumped into her on the street and sent winking words, saying that Pan Xiuying is better than anyone else, and she can get along well without leaving the villa In life, she is not happy or unhappy, this is fate, God gave her this thing, there is no way.Only after Lin Zhibang talked about it did she know that this was the imprint of the accumulated water, and this was the prestige gained from cultivation.Pan Xiuying looked at the village secretary gratefully, thinking that after all, she is a person who has seen the world and has her own vision and views on the world.She said you mean you don't want to be a village cadre?Lin Zhibang said yes, you are the first person to know what I think, I want to give it to the young people, maybe it is also to store water in the reservoir, the water will benefit yourself and everyone, don’t you think so? Pan Xiuying looked at Lin Zhibang, who was speaking plainly but telling the truth, and said, brother, what you said is reasonable, so I don't want to be that sister-in-law director anymore, let someone else do it.I was afraid that your Xiaoqing would come back and poke my horn, but in fact, I should let her do it, what do you think?The new moves she has learned must be better than mine, why don't let her stay outside and go back to our villa.Lin Zhibang sighed, his tone suddenly became serious, and said that I don't want her to come back, that child is delicate, and she can't influence you like that, besides, if she wants to come back, the people in the villa still say that I am using power for personal gain?Pan Xiuying became anxious and said, this is to store water in our reservoir, and everyone will benefit. I will tell everyone what is the use of power for personal gain. As the shadow of the sun rose to the roof, the room became brighter, not as shy as it was in the morning.Seeing that it was almost noon, Lin Zhibang stood up slowly, looked at Pan Xiuying whose face was full of wrinkles, and said that it seems that I have talked to you too little these years, but it’s okay, I can’t make any noise... I’m getting old, I'll still tell you my heartfelt words, and you will know your position in my Lin Zhibang's heart, just like the wrinkles on your face, carved by the days. Seeing that the Lin Zhi gang was leaving, Pan Xiuying was a little bit reluctant, and said that she should leave after dinner. Hearing what you said, my heart was full of enthusiasm. Don't you say it as a souvenir?Have a meal here as a souvenir.Lin Zhibang said that talking to you is a commemoration, you don't have to tie my thing, and my mouth is worth more than that thing.Pan Xiuying's crow's feet face was full of embarrassment, she said that I actually want any memorial.Lin Zhibang suddenly remembered something, and said, ouch, I almost forgot, our village will have a show on National Day, and we will go to town to sing a song and do Yangko. Lin Zhibang moved out of the yard step by step.When Lin Zhibang walked out of the gate of Pan Xiuying's house and walked into the woods on the edge of the field, seeing Pan Xiuying still looking straight at the door, a joy of victory suddenly flowed through his body like water.These days of tossing and turning, the plan that was carefully planned in my chest finally started smoothly with a joke and was successfully completed with a truth.The intervention of the swear word is really the fulfillment of God's will.However, when he walked up the hillside of Xiema and saw the green fields in the depressions, he felt a messy feeling like grass whiskers in his heart.He didn't know whether it was because of the smooth implementation of a plan that he really saw his majestic landing in Xiema Mountain Villa, or because he saw his cunning reappeared in those years in the city six years ago. After lunch, Lin Zhibang skipped the noon nap and carried out the second step of his plan in full swing.He went to Zhiliang's shop and bought two bottles of wine and two boxes of canned food—he didn't pay attention to Zhiliang's gloomy eyes when he bought the canned food, and he silently packed the bags, recorded the accounts, and left silently.The route to the destination must pass through the village of Xiema Villa. Lin Zhibang walked on the road as if he was going to work.Located in the depression in the northeast of the reservoir area, the village head is adjacent to the village primary school. Surrounded by a row of green trees, it looks like building blocks played by children in the city from a distance. This is the upper class of Xiema Villa.Many years ago during the Cultural Revolution, when the educated youth went to the countryside, criticizing this and that, this place, as the peripheral nerve of the country, used to be noisy and turbulent for a while. At that time, the villagers felt that the brigade cadres who came in and out of here seemed to have several mothers who were very fond of children. , while ordinary people are motherless children.Because the cadres of the brigade are in charge of all popular powers such as recruiting, enlisting in the army, and granting land, the people in the villa respect the cadres of the brigade just like respecting the ancestors in the genealogy.Over the years, the land has been divided and the power has been decentralized. The village department originally called the brigade no longer has the noise and turmoil of the past, but because of the land division and volunteer labor to collect taxes and fees and some trivial matters related to the blood of the country, and because there are still a few in a year. A salary of one thousand yuan is still the upper-class society that people in the villa think about in their mouths and hearts.After abandoning the city and returning to his hometown, Lin Zhibang's ability to step into the upper class of the villa has a secret connection with the help of a person. That person is a hard-core poor and lower-middle peasant in Xiema Villa, named Tang Yigui.Tang Yigui was born as a beggar at the age of seven, and worked for landlords at the age of seven. Because of the difference between his begging background and that of the Lin Zhi Gang, he was trusted and reused by the party before and after the Cultural Revolution.He has been oppressed for more than ten years, with his face turned to the loess and his back turned to the sky, and he has been reused for more than ten years, with his head held high.The secretary of the brigade who had been out of production for more than ten years suddenly distributed production to households, and he needed to go to the field. His old purple eggplant face with scars was full of gloom, but he listened to the party all his life and believed that the party was always right. He didn't say a word about the party complain.It's just that his field has more weeds than others', and his millet is shallower than others'.After Lin Zhibang wanted to return from the city to the position of Secretary of Xiangzhong Village, he looked through Tang Yigui's family history to the history of the revolution, but he couldn't find any faults. Government Township People's Congress.Unexpectedly, the director of the township people's congress Shang Murakami talked to Tang Yigui, and the old man readily gave up his position. As the saying goes, as long as the poor child is born, I will accept it. Because of his ambiguity about the background of the times, and because of his deep belief in the party, an old man gave up his position to the Lin Zhibang. He called old party members and representatives of the masses who did not have a strong sense of political participation for a one-day meeting, emphasizing that only the poor can turn themselves into masters meaning.After the incident, Lin Zhibang was elected, and he brought a gift to Tang Yigui's house. During the day, Tang Yigui, who was righteous and stern, actually lowered his head into his crotch and remained silent for a long time. Lin Zhibang thought he knew what he had done before, and he was very upset I called my brother, but I saw him slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes had been flooded by old tears into lakes after the rain.What Lin Zhibang sees from the crescent moon shaded by the muddy lake is the nostalgia for the past life scene, the pain of cutting bones and flesh for quitting the upper class society of Xiema Villa.At this time, Lin Zhibang knew that the essential difference between begging before liberation and begging after liberation was that begging before liberation was to survive, while begging after liberation was to survive without effort. They had differences in wisdom.An old revolutionary from a beggar background who was oppressed by landlords before liberation would never know the easy way for the Lin Zhi Gang to gain the trust of the party.He raised his head from the crotch, raised his old eyes that were full of tears like a lake, and said in tears, brother, at the end of the year, hold a few more party meetings; at the end of the year, pass by this corner, come in and have a look at me, As long as the party still cares about me, I will be content.Just this one remark made Lin Zhibang feel guilty mixed with complacency, pity and gratitude in vain, and made him bring two bottles of wine and two boxes of canned food for his son to send to him every festival in the future.At first, I delivered it myself, and later I sent my son to deliver it.The reason why Lin Zhibang didn't come to the door in person was because he didn't want to see the old man's excited and nostalgic eyes, which would arouse his guilt without any effort.Now that he has to step down from the upper class of Xiema Villa, Tang Yigui will find his inner balance and self-confidence after being reduced to the same kind, so that when he approaches Tang Yigui's house, the rhythm of his front feet and back feet will start to speed up. Lin Zhibang coughed dryly at the gate of the courtyard, and then called his elder brother, elder brother slowly and calmly—the elder brother did not go out, and the one who went out was the old wife who only had a few front teeth left to speak.Nowadays, no matter how qualified the elderly are in rural areas, it is inevitable that they live separately from their children.The woman Tang Yigui, who had separated from her son and daughter, was wearing gray underwear that had been stained into flowers by pig water, and stood outside the door for a long time before she was introduced to the Lin Zhi gang.After entering the door, the old woman told Lin Zhibang that Tang Yigui was carrying water in the back slope to irrigate the field.Lin Zhibang said, don't take a break at noon?The old woman said that now he wished he could live with the crops. Lin Zhibang found Tang Yigui with a bare back in a field of corn where the leaves were beating willows.At the end of spring and early summer, the crops were only waist-high. Tang Yigui exposed half of his waist in the field. His bony shoulder blades were baked by the sun like chicken wings in a charcoal fire. Contrast of color and moisture.Lin Zhi helped watch him finish pouring a bucket of water and lift his waist to carry his shoulder pole, and called out to his elder brother.Tang Yigui narrowed his eyes when he heard the sound, and stared at Lin Zhibang.Seeing that Lin Zhibang didn't recognize him yet, he said, brother, I'm Shanghekou Lin Zhibang.The old man still squinted his eyes, pondered for a while, nodded his head lightly, picked up the pole again and walked to the ground without the slightest excitement.When he reached the Lin Zhi Gang, Tang Yigui stopped, his muddy feet tickling the grass stems on the edge of the ground.Said it was dry, I watered the ground, and didn't want to have a meeting.Lin Zhibang said, brother, I just want to come and see you if there is no meeting.Tang Yigui didn't put down his shoulder pole to talk to Lin Zhibang at all, saying that I don't want to know anything about the village, and I just want to water the ground.Lin Zhibang said that I also want to water the field, come, give me the bucket.As Lin Zhibang spoke, he grabbed Tang Yigui's shoulder pole and walked along the slope to the reservoir eye of the tributary of the reservoir without saying anything.Tang Yigui stared blankly at Lin Zhibang's back, eyes surrounded by sweat streams under the straw hat woven by Wei Mie without blinking for a long time.After a long time, he rubbed the mud between his feet on the grass, sat down on the spot, took out the dry pipe that had been pinned to his waist for a lifetime, picked up half of the pot, and smashed a few corn leaves that had been scorched by the sun on the ground. , blended in, and sucked up.The smoke burned slowly. Tang Yigui stretched his neck and took a deep breath, letting the smoke swirl between his throat and nostrils for a long time.As soon as a little smoke is exhaled through the nostrils, it blends with the hot air covering the fields. When Tang Yigui finished smoking a bag of cigarettes, Lin Zhi came back from carrying water. When a figure appeared on the slope, Tang Yigui thought it was an eagle whose wings had been broken by a child.As it got closer, Tang Yigui grinned and said that he was not as good as an old man like me, and the cadres became more and more sparse. Lin Zhibang also laughed, saying that I will be like you in a few days, and I will not be lax. 唐义贵表情平和，并没感到意外，说是嘛，早晚的事。 林治帮说不当了，我就是来告诉老哥一声，我也当不了了。 唐义贵说，那好，到俺这年龄你就会知道地和人是多么亲和，俺一辈子干革命，心漂浮在地皮上面，没什么觉悟，我现在干自个的，才知道只有地能让你活得踏实，活着不漂浮，活着亲和。庄稼人一遭觉悟了人和地的亲和，你就什么什么都不会想了，你就是地地道道的劳动者了，吃自个打的粮你就觉放个屁都不臭了，即使臭你也会觉那声调像唱歌。 林治帮说，老哥，你说这些我懂，我这些天也有一些觉悟，好像心是往下沉的，不是年轻那阵往上飞，那沉的样子就像才刚挑水脚跟往地里扎。 唐义贵听了，眼眶里有一丝光亮，好像终于接通线路亮了灯，他说你也有这觉悟？你怎么会有这觉悟？这觉悟好像是老了的缘故，可是有时在地里干活累了斗蛐蛐，又觉自个像小孩，那年扛活给老朱家间豆苗，地当中朱管家看不见，斗了一头晌蛐蛐，结果晌午没捞着饭吃，那晌是粳米捞干饭，馋得俺呀。 林治帮见拉开了唐义贵的话匣，有些扯远，就切回话题，说老哥，你说咱山庄还哪个年轻人能行，能够当家作主人。唐义贵陷进馋粳米饭的感觉里，一时没反应过来，当林治帮又重复一遍，他眨眨眼睛，捏捏烟袋，说你去问你的波罗盖吧，俺可不知道，俺就知道俺是地的主人，你自个琢磨吧。 应该承认，唐义贵的行为、话语对林治帮的计划是一个不设防的破坏和歪曲。这破坏和歪曲并不因为他没有提出候选接班人，而在于他对自己的让位没有半点惊喜的态度，他找唐义贵掏心窝话，一个很执着的念头就是听听老革命对他让位姿态的夸奖，让他从老辈人的夸奖中，看到让位并不是消没威信，而是增加威信。唐义贵离位痛惜的是往日风光，而林治帮在乎的是人们心底里对自己的评价。从唐义贵家山坡地出来，想到他一再强调的与土地的亲和，林治帮对自己的未来突然升出一种前所未有的惶恐和不安。