Chapter 4 4

4 In the last century, there was a large soda factory on the Bohai Sea, which produced Red Triangle brand soda ash, so it was famous.Now passing through the Lutai area, you can still see a large area of ​​gray factory buildings by the sea.Because the ammonia-alkali method consumes too much electricity and the electricity is insufficient, the alkali factory has stopped working, and the required alkali must now be planed from the saline-alkali land.This work is very difficult. Fortunately, there are still some people who have made mistakes and need to reform their minds, so they can be allowed to do it.In addition, some people who have not made mistakes need to escort them, which is the antecedent of this story.My uncle is still alive, so it's hard to say what the consequences will be.All in all, my uncle was digging alkali on the saline-alkali ground, and my little aunt was holding him.The place where the alkali is planed is not far from Lutai.

Every time I pass by Lutai, I can see the blue and white shell of the soda plant.Countless seabirds fly in and out from the big holes left by the doors and windows, covering the sky and the earth.The abandoned soda factory has become a big bird's nest, and there are some shaven and fettered people coming and going in and out of the nest, carrying shovels and wheelbarrows.This shows that the hard work is not only planing alkali, but also shoveling bird droppings.I heard that in addition to being used as fertilizer, bird droppings can also be used as food additives.Of course, it has to be processed and eaten directly.

Every time I go to the alkali field, I always take that blue-shelled traffic car. The difference between "factory" and "field" is just one word, but they are not the same place.The traffic car drove with a thumping sound, and there was a slender iron chimney, driving on the deserted railway, emitting black smoke all the way.If the road breaks down, you have to get down and push it; the passengers push the cart underneath, and the driver repairs the machine on the cart.When you're unlucky, push all the way to your destination.Along the way, we passed many abandoned stations, many abandoned switches, and all the rails were rusted.Rusted iron is ugly.The walls of those stations are covered with slogans: "Protect all railway facilities", "Severely crack down on theft of railway property", etc., but all the doors and windows have been stolen, leaving only the shell of the house, like some skeletons head.The empty house lived with bats, wild rabbits, and hedgehogs.The hedgehog is dingy, with two pairs of bow legs.I am very envious of the hedgehog's life: it is very idle, looking for food, and basking in the sun at the same time, but don't encounter its natural enemy, the weasel.I went to the alkali field once, and my socks were stained red with rust. I really don't know how the rust got in.

When I went to see my brother-in-law in the alkali field, I always felt a little awkward.The little aunt and the little uncle are a couple, no matter who I go to see, they are a bit indecent.If you look at the two together, it looks like I'm cheap.If I don't watch both, who do I go to?The only consolation for me is: My uncle and I are both artists.It's okay for the artist's nephew to look at the artist's uncle.But the biggest problem with this statement is that I don't know what art is or what an artist is.Under such circumstances, it would be somewhat unconvincing to assume that our uncle and nephew are both artists.

There is a railway in the alkali field, which leads to the middle of the tent.Barbed wire fences surround those tents, and there are two wooden watchtowers.Between the tents there was a field of dirt, with loess and rocks reminiscent of glacier boulders.At noon the stones shone with light.Traffic vehicles have been driving to the venue.There is a wooden table in the center of the arena, which at first glance does not seem to be useful.As soon as my uncle got there, he was asked to lie down in front of the table, stretched his legs on the table, took out a pair of large shackles, and nailed them to his legs.When it's nailed down, you'll see what the table is for.The main part of the shackles is an iron chain weighing tens of kilograms and several meters long.My uncle was lying on the ground, looking at the big iron chain, he felt that it was a bit of a fuss, and that the iron chain was ice, so he said: Report to discipline!Why bother?Didn't I just draw two pictures?The little aunt said, don't worry, I'll go find out.After a while, she came back and said: "I'm so sorry, criminal Wang."There are no more small shackles. You said that you only painted two paintings, and there is only one poem here.After hearing such words, my uncle had nothing to say.Later, they shaved off the long hair that my uncle cherished so much, and shaved a shiny head.Regarding this long hair, it needs to be added that although the front is bald, the back is still lush, making my uncle look like an old man from the Qing Dynasty, with a special charm; when he is shaved, he becomes plain and unpretentious.My uncle cried out for help in despair: Discipline!Discipline!They are scratching me!The little aunt replied: Be quiet, Wang offender!Don't scratch you, are you coming to scratch me?My uncle had no choice but to remain silent.In my uncle's wisdom, by this time it should be clear that something is wrong.But at this point, there is only one thing for my uncle to do: insist that he loves my aunt.If I change it, I will do the same, and I can't change my words even if I am killed.

When my uncle was in the soda field, he had to go to smash the soda every day.According to what he said later, the situation at that time was like this: he was wearing a blue coat stuffed with regenerated fur, dragging the big pair of shackles, carrying a pick on his shoulder, and walking on the white-spangled alkali beach.The wind there is very strong, and the sun is also very strong. If you don't wear sunglasses, you will suffer from snow blindness, and the alkali layer is as reflective as snow.As mentioned earlier, my uncle didn't have sunglasses and walked with his eyes closed.The little aunt followed behind, wearing a woolen uniform, high leather boots, and an armed belt around her waist, looking very heroic.She let down the strap of her hat and fastened it to her chin.After walking for a while, she said: "Stop, king offender!"There's no one here, let's take off the fetters.My uncle squatted down and twisted the shackles, and said: Report to the discipline, but it won't work, the screws are rusted!The little aunt said: Idiot!My uncle said: Can this be my fault?It is both salt and alkali.What he means is that, with salt and alkali, iron will soon rust.The little aunt said: Pee up, it's easy to wring when it's wet.My uncle said he didn't pee.In fact, he is a clean freak and doesn't want to squeeze the wet Rose.The little aunt hesitated for a while and said, "Actually, I have to urinate and forget it. Let's move on."My uncle stood up, took the pickaxe, and walked on.On the snow-white alkali beach, there is nothing but sparse withered yellow reeds.As we walked, the little aunt told my uncle to stop again. She took off the armor belt and hung it around my uncle's neck, walked to a clump of reeds, and squatted down there to pee.Then they continued to move forward. At this time, my uncle was not only carrying a pickaxe, but also had an armed belt, a pistol, and a baton around his neck.Later, my uncle found a place where the alkali was thick, took off his blue coat and spread it on the ground, put the armed belt beside him, walked away, and smashed the alkali with a pickaxe.The little aunt crunched and walked around him many times, holding the baton in her hand.Then she stopped, took out a red silk scarf from the left pocket, tied it around her neck, took out a pair of sunglasses from the right pocket, put it on, walked to the blue coat, took off all the clothes, lay on the blue coat, Spread out her white body and start sunbathing.

After a while, that fair body turned red.At the same time, facing the cold wind, with clear water and snot running out of his nose, my uncle was smashing alkali with a pickaxe.Sometimes the little aunt would lazily call out: "Wang criminal!"He threw down the pickaxe, and Ciri ran over with a clatter and said: Report to the discipline, the prisoner is here.But my little aunt had nothing serious to do, she just wanted him to look at her.My uncle bowed his back, his nose was running, and he squinted in the cold wind for a long time.Then the little aunt asked him how he was, and my uncle wiped his nose with his sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Looks good, looks good!"The little aunt was very satisfied, so she said: "Okay, have you seen enough?"go to work.My uncle walked back with a bang, muttering to himself: What do you mean by "have you seen enough?"It's not what I want to see!Running around like this, might as well bring a telescope.When it comes to looking at women through binoculars, my uncle has a tradition.He has all kinds of binoculars at home—Zeiss, Olympus, and an artillery scope bought from the former Soviet Union.He often crouched in front of the mirror and watched for half an hour. His posture was like that of Soviet Marshal Zhukov.Some people say that when people stare at you, you will be terrified and have no master.The girls near his house often got confused while walking and bumped into a utility pole; they always wore parasols when they went out, so that my uncle could not see from upstairs.Now the little aunt is lying there for him to watch, without an umbrella, and he doesn't want to look at it.

My uncle was downcast at the alkali field, but my little aunt was not like that.She got enough sun, she put on her boots and stood up, walked into the cold wind, came to my uncle and said: "Prisoner Wang, you also go to bask in the sun, I will smash it for a while, and then grabbed the pickaxe and swung it." got up while my uncle went to lie down on the blue coat.At this time, if a tractor pulling alkali passes by from a distance, the people on it will yell at the little aunt and whistle indiscriminately.This is because the little aunt has nothing on her body except the red silk scarf tied around her neck, the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and goose bumps.There are several tractors in the alkali field, running around the wasteland with black smoke, like a steamship in the 19th century.The sky in that place was blue and purple, the wind was as cold as water, the alkali was white and bright, and the air was so dry that it made the skin astringent.My uncle closed his eyes, trying to dream under the sun.Frustrated people always like to dream.He was thirty-eight years old when he was in the lye, and fell asleep lying sprawled on the lye.Later, the little aunt kicked him and said: Get up, criminal Wang!You don't call it basking in the sun, it's called covering prickly heat.This refers to my uncle sleeping in the sun with his clothes on.Considering that it was outdoors at the time and the temperature was below zero, there are some inaccuracies in this statement.The little aunt leaned over and pulled his trousers off his legs, all the way to the shackles.

If there was a time when my uncle was eight meters tall, it would be that time.Then she leaned down again, and violently undid the four buttons on his ragged padded jacket, and opened the skirt.My uncle opened his eyes and saw a glowing red woman riding on him, the red scarf and hair flying around her neck like the mane of a wild horse.He closed his eyes again.Although these gestures have a sexual connotation, they can also be seen as the guard's concern for the prisoner.You must know that the food on the farm is not good, and if you expose it to the sun, you can supplement vitamin D and prevent calcium deficiency.After finishing this work, the little aunt left my uncle's body, sat down beside him, took out a pack of cigarettes from her uniform pocket, took out one and put it on her mouth, and took out a windproof lighter, and was about to Fired himself up and changed his mind again.She patted my uncle's chest with the palm of her hand and the lighter, and said, "Get up, criminal Wang!"Don't you know any rules?My uncle jumped up, snuggled up beside her, and lit a cigarette for her.From then on, every time my aunt put on a cigarette, my uncle reached out for a lighter and said, "Report to discipline!"I know the rules!Later, my uncle lay in a big character on the alkali shoal, and the wind blew over the crushed alkali shavings and landed on his skin, burning like sparks.The white alkali powder disappeared from his body, turning into little red dots.The little aunt put the remaining half of a cigarette into his mouth, and he continued to smoke.Then she climbed on top of him and made love to him, hair flowing with the red scarf.And my little uncle inhaled and exhaled, and smoke came out of his nose and mouth.Later he raised his head and looked down, and said: Report to discipline!Do you want to wear a condom?The little aunt said: You lie down, don't worry about it!He just lay down and looked at some scattered clouds in the sky.Later, the little aunt patted him on the face, and he turned back to look at the little aunt again, and said: Report to discipline!Why are you filming me?My uncle was originally a frivolous person, but after living in the alkali field, he became stable.This has a certain relationship with the place where the story takes place.That place was a large alkali flat. In the middle of the alkali flat was a dark depression surrounded by snake-shaped barbed wire. There were dozens of tents inside. There was a ditch in the middle of the tent, and a drainage pipe at the end of the ditch.At dusk, my uncle mixed with a group of people to clean lunch boxes.

The water flowing out of the water pipe is alkaline, so the lunch box is also easy to clean.Before that, my uncle and aunt ate in the tent.The tent was made of thick canvas with a light bulb hanging in the middle.The little aunt spread her legs apart, perched on the bedroll and looked up to eat. Her lunch box contained white rice, cabbage hearts, and a few slices of sausage.My uncle, with his legs together, sat on a saddle and bowed his head to eat. His lunch box contained old-fashioned yellow rice and cabbage, but no sausage.The little aunt snorted: "Moo", and my uncle handed over the bowl.The little aunt gave him the sausage.My uncle took the lunch box back and continued to eat.At this time, the little aunt glared at him, and quickly swallowed the food in her mouth, saying: "The criminal!"Not even a thank you?My uncle replied: Yes!Thanks!The little aunt said again: Thank you for what?My uncle hesitated for a moment, and replied: Thank you, big sister!The little aunt began to ponder. The reason for pondering was that my uncle was fifteen years older than her.After the meal was finished, she knocked on the lunch box and said, "Prisoner Wang!"I think it's better for you to ask me to discipline you.My uncle agreed, took the lunch box and went out to do the cleaning.The little aunt pondered for a while, feeling very good, and started laughing.She thinks my uncle is funny, and she is funny too. This kind of life is very good.My uncle felt that he was not funny at all, and neither was my little aunt.This kind of life is very bad.Still, he loves his little aunt because he has no choice.

My uncle's story ends like this: when he came back from washing the dishes by the ditch, it was dark and windy.My uncle put both lunch boxes in bowl covers, hung them on the wall, and then bolted the door.The so-called door is nothing more than a canvas curtain with many straps on the sides to fasten to the canvas.My uncle fastened each strap and turned around.He saw his little aunt's uniforms thrown on the ground in a mess, so he put them away, folded them one by one, put them on a wooden board in the corner, and stood at attention in the middle of the tent.At this time, the little aunt had already got into the bed, facing inside, reading a book by a small desk lamp.After a while, the electric light in the middle of the tent flickered a few times and went out, but my aunt's light was still on, and that light was powered by batteries.The little aunt said: "Prisoner Wang, get ready for bed."My uncle took off all his clothes, including the shackles.The thing had rusted during the day, but my uncle found a small wrench just for removing the shackles. Then he stood naked at attention, shivering from the cold, and the whole tent swayed to and fro in the wind.When his nose started to runny, he couldn't help but report: Discipline!I'm ready.The little aunt said without looking back: Come in when you are ready, what a waste!My uncle crept into the quilt and got behind my little aunt. There was only one bed in the tent.Because the little aunt was not wearing anything, she sucked air through her teeth as soon as my uncle touched her.This made my uncle try to stay as far away from her as possible.But she said: Hold tight, fool!Finally, the little aunt finally finished reading a paragraph, folded the pages, turned off the light, turned around, pointed her breasts, abdomen, pubic hair, etc. at my uncle, and said, "Prisoner, hug me."What do you have to say?My uncle thought, let’s talk nonsense, so she won’t handcuff me into the toilet again, and say: Disciplinary, I love you.She said: very good.anything else?My uncle just kissed her.The two bodies were entangled endlessly in the darkness.The little aunt was very happy talking about these things, but I sounded preoccupied: under the control of the little aunt, whether my uncle can come out, when, etc., I am worried.It wouldn't be bad for my uncle to learn some manners, if he could finally come out.But the little aunt said: "If he doesn't make it clear that he loves me, he will never get out."