Chapter 46 0046

I also thought about the next day's itinerary. I should stop at Lujiagou, thirty miles away at noon, and in the evening I would cross the Wujia Ferry on the west of Wujiawafang, and rest at Nanxing Village. These places are all in the west. The famous dangerous place on the road, as long as it passes through Nanxing Village and is less than twenty miles south, it should be the ground of the militia. In the early morning of the second day, the salt cart of the Liuhe Gang was urged to go on the road by Guan Baye; the other brothers were in good spirits, but the two guys Shi Er and Da Gou Xiong, because they dragged their corpses to bury people and threw them away the night before. He is less energetic and dozed off on the road, dozing off while pushing the car; the big bear sometimes raises his head and rubs the corners of his eyeballs to look at the road, but the short Shier keeps his head in his head and dreams, Just following the sound of the axle of the salt truck in front, he pushed his own salt truck forward. After pushing for more than half an hour, it was a miracle that the salt truck didn't ask him to push it down the grass ditch by the roadside.

Shorty Shi Er is the kind of person whose happiness is only on the surface, and the bitterness that has settled is all accumulated in the dark under the heart; and there is a bit of neurotic humor, and the energy to be happy and happy without caring, It is also all developed by walking. ...Rolling on the road for many years, the road is long enough, but the hard days are longer than the road.Is it easy to push a salt cart weighing several hundred kilograms?In the beginning, no one was born a strong fighter with brass and iron bones, let alone the burden on his shoulders is not only the weight of salt bags added to others... From single-handedness to walking alone to joining the Huai Gang with blood, from the blood-dripping Huai Gang He survived the fire at Guanjiadu and changed into the current Liuhe Gang, which taught him to live among a group of rough and tenacious people, and to live a rough and tenacious life.People don’t intend to bully and oppress others, they should live in this world. To survive, people have to go through suffering, go through the sea of ​​blood, and get a bowl of rice to share with their wives and children.If you talk about reason, there are so many reasons!But in these years, I haven't met anyone who speaks reason with their mouths. Those people always speak with their guns against others. The reason is all in the black hole of the gun.Just close your eyes and let it go on, all the brothers of the accomplice are like this, how can there be people in the world who avenge the wrong and save the suffering? !

Now, the sharp sound of the axles cut through the silence of the four fields and spread to the distance. Shorty Shi Er followed the sound of the car with two legs awkwardly. Sometimes he felt awake, and sometimes he fell into a dream.Almost everyone who walks on his legs longs to dream of the mouth of the great lake, which will be the temporary end of the long journey of thousands of miles. Whoever can see the mouth of the lake alive will reap the rewards of his blood and sweat.Shorty Shi Er also dreamed of those things; he dreamed of a vast gray-blue lake, no matter whether it was cloudy or sunny, the waves of the lake in the distance were covered with hazy water mist, he dreamed of sandy fortresses full of reeds, In the reeds on the Zhu, there are always lurkers from the owl boats carrying lake salt. When the salt gang on the shore blows a long whistle, they will respond with a low horn sound,-- That was the signal to call the ship.The owl boat always listens to the signal at night, and sails from the waterway behind Shazhu to the shore to load salt, and when the salt package is full, it sails across the lake to Qingyi and Shuiyang River, and sells it to buyers all over southern Anhui. ... In the heart of the vast and misty lake, the men pushing salt from all over the world can be regarded as relieved. There is no checkpoint in the center of the lake, and it is extremely difficult to find anti-smuggling boats. A group of people are scattered under the salt bag, or in rows Leaning next to the salt truck, they were divided into several piles, and they gambled all day and all night.

"Wow, this journey is so desolate!" Someone said with a sigh. Shorty Shi Er frowned, he was gambling vigorously in his dream, but was interrupted by this sound, what a fuss!Isn't it?Nine times out of ten, walking across the mountains and stepping on the wilderness, which road is not barren? ! "Starting from here, the whole road is full of Nozezi, big and small," Xiang Lao San's voice echoed: "As the saying goes, Nozawa Ninety-Nine, the head is Lujiagou, and the end is Wujiadu. The road is straight and not far away, but it takes a whole day to walk around Zezi in a roundabout way."

"My son," Lei Yipao said, "it's impossible to meet four judges in this kind of place. They start firing and there's not even a place to hide." The salt cart always creaks like that and makes the same monotonous sound, which makes people soft, sleepy, and boring for no reason. The sound throws people into a swaying void, boundless What is rolling forward and spreading in the void is not disasters, nor long-distance wind, frost, rain, snow, hunger, cold and loneliness, not drinking and laughing and lamenting time, nor fierce fighting and fighting. fight!It's just the natural fate imposed on this group of people by the intertwined time and space, a fate that must be faced and greeted! ...Fuck it, just push it forward, saying anything is superfluous!Just like that, Shorty Shier dozed off again.

"Shi Er, how did you push your salt cart?!" Wang Dagui, who was behind the dwarf Shi Er, said, "Don't look at the road when you walk, you are going to push into the wilderness!" Shorty Shi Er spat, rubbed his eyes, and said in a daze, "Where the hell did this come from? I'm just sleepy on the grass bed?!" "Ahead is Lujiagou," Xiang Laosan said, "You really get sleepy, and you've been sleepy for thirty miles." "It's no wonder I'm feeling a little hungry," Shorty Shi Er looked at the shadow of the sun and said, "It's almost noon."

It was almost noon, and through the clear winter atmosphere, the roofs of Lujiagou half-covered by the branches of bare trees could be seen from a distance; It makes a group of people who have been on a deserted road for a long time have a warm feeling.Lujiagou is a poor and desolate small village, located on the ridge of Lujiagou, surrounded by shallow and vast wild marshes on three sides, lacking rain in winter, the marshes are half-dried up, and become many connected, The pond covered with thin ice, where the water dried up, showed some damp muddy bottom, and some dry black branches of water reeds stood up in a mess, most of which were swept away by the new wind, and could only be left to pick wild firewood. The children pack up and go to the fire.The village on the other side of Zezi is dotted with tortoises, the huts with mud walls and small windows are low, short and cold.

Even if it is such a small village, looking into the eyes of Shi Er dwarf makes one feel refreshed; in any case, this is always a place where people live, where there is smoke and fire, and the smoke column from the luncheon cooking also carries a terrible smell. Before the salt cart has been pushed there, it seems to see many amiable faces floating in front of my eyes; what's more, this kind of village is a bit like the deserted village in my old nest... If people don't Being forced into the rivers and lakes by some inexplicable things, who would want to leave their hometown and come here?Damn it, it should spit eight hundred mouthfuls of spit!The village is spinning before my eyes, and it has been spiraling into the depths of people's memory. Shorty Shi Er thought of his home. There was a crooked dog bud tree at the door. It is smooth and smoother to the touch; the old black cow always likes to gnaw on the tree, and gnaws off the bark on the part of the tree root under the cattle rope. Just think of the place where there is no bark to scratch; animals are animals after all, they don't know that the scratching is not effective, and the more they scratch, the more itchy.

In the year when the Huai gang was called to break up, a cartload of salt was lost in vain. They didn’t make any money, so they lost their money. I planted half a bucket of grain, and evened out some money to buy two piglets without waists for the woman. Even though I sold the cow, the dog bud tree failed to grow, and the tree next to it was blown by the soft wind. It sprouted, but it withered away. "The dead tree in front of the door, the main bad luck will come to the door!" Whoever said such unkind words, the bad luck insisted that it came to the door! …The pig got the Spring Fever not long after it was bought, and the people also got the Swine Fever. An eight-year-old boy died in the head of the pig instead—he didn’t even die from eating the pork with the Fever.

Although there are countless lumps in the memory, thinking about it makes me feel a little heartwarming, but the old nest in the dark must be the home of people's dreams and souls, with the warmth of moist tears; If you go to plowing in the farther dark years, people will melt into it in a trance... In the days of Taiping, you can’t hear more gongs and drums in the barren village, and the flat and big rising moon reflects the cottages and trees The shadows are hazy, and the childhood years are like faded New Year pictures. In the gray dream, I can't figure out how clear the situation is, but it's always good. The wild birds in the spring forest are crying, low and sad The blurred, far and near are linked together, binding people's hearts like a gossamer; the smell of damp earth on the field, the smell of mixed manure mixed with ripe crops, the woman with a flat head and flat forehead showing a smile with neat yellow teeth, melons beside the wheat field The original huqin sound under the shed, no wind can blow the images in my heart, just because they have passed; why do people sweat and push carts on the long road?Those are never coming back.

Leaning on the head of Lujiagou Village, this poor village doesn't even have any shops. When I mentioned the Liuhe Gang and Little Bodhisattva to Lao San, the people in the village immediately became enthusiastic. "Grandpa, let me tell you," Guan Baye said to an old man holding a cigarette, "has it been quiet here these days?"