Chapter 28 Chapter Twenty Eight

Jiahe is very satisfied with the environment of Hugong Temple.Sure enough, there were two plum trees in the temple, and outside the wall, there was another black cypress, which bloomed in spring, and the new leaves turned into a mass of light green.The old Longjing on the left side of Hugong Temple is clean and sweet, and it also has tea gardens all over the mountain. It is like a thick green waterfall hanging down from the air, reflecting Jiahe, and the face turns green. The abbot of the temple was extremely careful with Jiahe, and cleaned the wing room specially, but the windows were clear and clean, and said that meals could be specially prepared for him.After hearing this, Jiahe shook his hands repeatedly and said, "How can I do that? I didn't come to live and play in the mountains. I came to practice the new village. From now on, two meals a day, one bowl of rice and one bowl of boiled water are enough. ."

"Then, what kind of food does Master Hang serve with?" "Preserved mustard and moldy dried vegetables are enough. There is no such thing as rice with soy sauce, and those who don't work can't eat it." He frowned as he said, "Master, don't call me Master Hang, we have already advocated the abolition of surnames." Besides, how did Master know that my original surname is Hang?" The master laughed and said, "Who in the Longjing tea area doesn't know Wangyou Tea House! The tea garden in front of the mountain and behind the mountain was bought by your family. Although it is sold now, it is still the former owner after all." When you come, I have already greeted you."

Hearing this, Hang Jiahe sat down on the newly built door panel bed, and was speechless for a long while.He really didn't expect that Sun Wukong turned thirty-six somersaults, but in the end, he still didn't turn out the palm of Tathagata Buddha.He brewed a cup of good Longjing, spread it out on the table, and after reading a few lines, he felt that something was wrong, and he felt that his appearance was no different from that in Wangyou Tea House. In this way, he went out leisurely.Without the gramophone, it was impossible to play music to the peasants.There are no farms as the tea estates have been sold to wealthy families.What else can he do about the new countryside?

Standing at his position, looking up, it was early in the morning, and the dew was getting dry, and in twos and threes, there were village girls and women picking tea, with a basket on their waist.Walking around, it seems to be playing among the green clouds, and it seems to be stretching in a green sleeve.The weather is clear and transparent again, and you can see gossamer looming in the mid-air. There was a light rain yesterday, but now it is warm, and the water vapor is bubbling up from the center of the earth.Wild grass and wild flowers, Jiahe is not well-known, I just think it is appropriate after seeing it.Another bird flew by in the sky, what kind of bird was that?It sounds so beautiful?They are completely new society birds, but they come to sing in the old society.

Then he heard the village girls singing gradually.Looking from a distance, the magenta and indanthrene blue clothes, the khaki hat, and the singing and laughing like silver bells, what is the difference from the fairyland? Picking tea in March, peach blossoms are red, holding a spear Zhao Zilong, Rescue Ah Dou among millions of soldiers, and be a hero among thousands of people. In April, I was busy picking tea and making tea, guarding Sanguan Yang Liulang, It was Jiao Zan who stole camps and robbed relatives, and Meng Liang who killed people and set fire to them. In November, tea picking and snowflakes fly, Xiang Wangpo goes down to bid farewell to Concubine Yu,

Yu Ji became a ghost under the knife, and a pair of mandarin ducks flew in two places. Jiahe heard it from a distance, and was so happy that he couldn't care less about etiquette, and shouted: "Stop, wait until I get the pen and paper." He stumbled and went to the house to get a pen and paper, put on a pair of round-toed cloth shoes and rushed up the hillside.The girls in the village laughed together, but when he rushed in front of them, they stopped again. "Sing!" Jiahe urged them, "Sing, sing, I'll write it down." The village girls' faces were flushed, and small beads of sweat dripped from the tip of their noses, and they winked at each other.A tall girl with a black spot under her right ear said: "We know that you are the young master of the Hang family."

Jiahe was discouraged for a while: "Why do you all know? I really can't get rid of the word Hang." "Hey, of course we know how to pay. We used to pick the tea from your Wangyou Tea House." Jiahe waved his hand and said, "Don't mention that tea house soon. I have left my family and the tea house, and practiced anarchism. You can just call me Jiahe." The village girls have never read, and they don't know what kind of anarchism, syndicalism, or nationalism there is outside the mountain. They just think that this young master has a handsome face and kind words, as if he fell from the sky, so they don't stick to it. stand up.Jiahe was also idle when he was idle, so he chatted with them whether or not he got along.He turned out to be an extremely cautious boy, but when he was in the nature, the wind was sunny and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, he felt that his breathing became easier, his heart opened up, and he even spoke more.

I also saw those girls picking tea very fast, especially the tall girl named Tiaozhu, who was so eager to pick tea that she dropped both hands like a chicken pecking at rice. Mirror chaos.The tea leaves have buds and pistils, like a sparrow's tongue, so fresh that people love to pity them.Jiahe sighed: "I really don't know how many buds there are in a catty of tea." "More than 40,000." Tiaozhu said. When Jiahe heard this, his tongue almost stuck out. Perhaps afraid of spoiling Jiahe's joy, the sisters-in-law next to him urged Tiaozhu to sing.The older woman in her thirties called Mrs. Jiuxi said: "Diaozhu is from Jiangxi, and all the songs she sings are Jiangxi tea-picking tunes. You can sing one of Tiaozhu."

Tiaozhu threatened: "I will sing one, and sister-in-law Jiuxi will sing one too." Sister-in-law Jiuxi said: "Sing as soon as you sing, and there are no outsiders. Jia told you, right?" Jiahe quickly said yes. Tiaozhu was dressed in rags, but with a long neck, long eyebrows and starry eyes, and plump lips, she was much prettier than those pretentious ladies Jiahe had seen in the city.She opened her voice and sang: Warm soup, moisten seedlings, a tube of oil, two bridges. At the head of the bridge there is a pretty girl with thin hands, feet and waist, Jiujiang tea guests want to come to the matchmaker. ...

"What do you want?" Jiahe didn't understand. "I just want to beg to be my wife." As soon as Jiuxi's sister-in-law said, the girls laughed together.Jiahe also laughed, and then he thought about it, how beautiful it is, a young businessman who sells tea in other places, fell in love with the slender girl standing on the bridge, and decided to marry her, the new society also has such wonderful things ?No, tea is all distributed in the new society, where will there be young businessmen selling tea? The girls over there were all urging Jiuxi's sister-in-law to sing, and Jiuxi's sister-in-law said: "I sing Longjing, there is nothing nice to hear, it's all sad things. Don't sing, don't sing!"

Jiahe quickly said: "Sad things should be sung. The ancients also said that long songs should be cried." "Then I'll sing "Sad Song". Sister-in-law Jiuxi cleared her throat, straightened her throat, and started singing: The rooster crows out, and the ghost cries in; tea is picked during the day, and greens are fried at night. Blistering fingers, dizzy brain; tea growers, how sad. After singing, Jiuxi's sister-in-law sighed, and said: "I say I won't sing, the more I sing, the sadder I will be." Jiahe said: "I know if you don't sing. The people from Wengjiashan told me that tribute tea has to be handed over every year, so there is no delay. The tea merchants will come to buy at a low price again. After the note is approved, they can't get it." cash……" Jiuxi's sister-in-law hurriedly said: "Speaking of conscience, in the past, when Wangyou Tea House came to buy tea, it was paid in cash, and the price was quite fair. Well, tea farmers in the mountains, what else can I do? People outside eat Longjing, which is delicious. He also said that we are all soaked in the pile of tea! Dreaming, we can’t even take a sip." Saying so, he sang again: Longjing, Longjing, more or less famous-…· Those tea-picking girls who looked like fairies knew how to sing the "Dragon Well Ballad", so they sang sadly along with Sadness: Longjing, Longjing, more or less famous, Ask the tea growers, most of them are poor people, The son is in Jiaxing, and the ancestor is in Shaoxing. Squatting in thatched huts, chewing on sweet potatoes, Do you think it's better to be famous than to be famous? Jiahe looked at the group of women who bowed their heads picking tea and singing sadly, his heart was moved by something indescribable.This is no ordinary sympathy and compassion. There is a strong indignation against all injustices, and an unprovable sense of identity and belonging.What surprised Jiahe the most was that at such a moment, he thought of his biological mother, Xiaocha. Half hunched up and picking tea slowly, he was startled, and cold sweat broke out on his back. Seven days later, he wrote Letter No. 4 to his elder brother Jiaping who was far away in Beijing. Comrade Jiaping: I have lived in the Hugong Temple on Shifeng Mountain in the suburbs for seven days.During the day, I followed the village girls to pick tea, and at night I went to the village to watch men fry tea. In my free time, I used it to read books.I have insisted on eating two plain rice a day, with dried radish and pickled mustard as vegetables.There is no school in the village, so I wanted to invite farmers to come to the temple at night, and I explained to them the idea of ​​the new village, but they refused to come, saying that they wanted to fry tea at night.The women also said that they should cook and take care of their children.The woman is very strange. Picking tea during the day and at home at night are like two people.There is a woman named Tiaozhu, who is a child bride-in-law begged from Jiangxi. Her husband is a fool. She can sing a lot of songs, but when she comes home, she doesn't make a sound.There is also a sister-in-law of Jiuxi, who can sing a lot of songs. I went to her house yesterday for publicity, and her husband was beating her with the soles of straw sandals!She fled back and forth in the broken yard, but I blocked her from beating her.I really want to explain our future goals to them, but where does everything start? When I wrote this letter to you, I was very hungry, and the candles were like beans, and I felt a little helpless.And I don't know whether I am transforming the old society and building a new society by doing so. But living here, people from a family like us have really gained insight.Speaking of it, we can also be said to be a family of tea, but I only started to know why Longjing tea is so good after I came here. It turns out that the mountains and mountains of West Lake are connected, but the soil is mainly yellow-skinned soil and oil-red soil, but the water system is separated.The North Peak and Lion Mountain are like a barrier, blocking the dry wind blowing from the northwest, and blocking the fog from the southeast, allowing it to swirl among the mountains.Furthermore, the wind from the Qiantang River coming in from the Nine Streams and Eighteen Streams, and the wind from the West Lake from east to west gather at Lion Mountain (which is where I am now).They struggle with each other and blend with each other. As a result, the fog is shrouded, the clouds cover the air, and the sunlight is diffused. When it comes to the shape and sand making of Longjing tea, it is also very interesting.In the past, I only knew that the flat shape of Longjing tea was because Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River and sent Longjing tea buds in a book to the capital for the emperor to watch. Therefore, it is nonsense to flatten the tea.According to Brother Jiuxi, Longjing tea is actually produced one by one by hand.Although brother Jiuxi beat his wife fiercely, his kung fu of frying tea is really second to none.Use the palm of your hand as a frying spoon, and stir it directly in the hot pot. How can ordinary people dare to do it?Summarized again, there are actually ten techniques such as "grasping, shaking, tapping, stretching, pressing, pushing, buckling, throwing, grinding, and pressing".The working people are originally very intelligent. The reason why I have introduced this situation to you in more detail is because I recently met a talented person named Du Jinsheng, who gave me great inspiration for my proposition.It turned out that he was advocating saving the country by industry, and was planning to weave the scenery of the West Lake with brocade, and bring it to the market, or even to the world.Therefore, I thought of Longjing tea.China is indeed the hometown of tea. Isn’t selling good Chinese tea to foreign countries just to solve the suffering of people’s livelihood? What's more, this matter can be started by one person, which is very pragmatic, unlike our current practice of anarchy, which is too far away and unfeasible.I don't know what do you think?I am deaf and deaf here, and I have truly become Mr. Wuliu, but I am not willing to go on like this "good at reading without seeking deep understanding". I don't know what happened to your work-study group action?If it is very ideal, I might as well leave this broken Hugong Temple and go to you. salute Jiahe The next day, Jiahe felt a little dizzy, so he threw himself on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze. It's only been a week, and he's already a little bored.The farmers did not come as soon as they said they had imagined.They prefer to make vulgar jokes, or gamble, or blow the lamp to sleep. He and the women still have a little common language.He publicized a lot of knowledge about equality between men and women, focusing on Lu Sao's natural human rights, and the truth that people are born equal.The women were very surprised when they heard this. Mrs. Jiuxi said: "The old saying has always been that a man is born a piece of jade, and a woman is born a piece of tile. According to your young master, they are neither jade nor tile." "That's exactly what I said. Men and women are human beings. What men do, women can do, and what men think, women can think too. Everyone has their own wishes, and they have to do what they want to do ." Tiaozhu listened carefully and thought about it, at this time Fang said: "What I want to do, can I do it myself?" Jiahe patted his thin chest and said, "Look at me, I want to transform the old world and build a new society. Didn't I come here alone?" The women all looked at him with admiration, and Tiaozhu said again: "If the world is really as you said, life can be done according to one's heart, and the young master will be the reincarnation of Hu Gong." Jiahe waved his hands quickly: "I am different from him. What is he? A feudal bureaucrat! Listen to the emperor. What about me? I don't listen to anyone, I just listen to my own heart." Even though he said that, he was still secretly proud of being worshiped by a woman. When I went to the mountain again the next day, Mrs. Jiuxi had a big lump on her head and half of her face was swollen.Jiahe said in surprise: "Oh, sister-in-law Jiuxi, what's the matter with you, you fell up the mountain?" "What's the matter, ask yourself to learn." Sister-in-law Jiuxi didn't care about high or low, and said, "It's because you said that men and women are the same, and women can do things that men do. Last night, men again Hit me, and I will fight with him, how can I beat him? He said while beating - I am going to die, women are also coming to touch me, if this year's tea gets into bad luck and cannot be sold, kill You! Whoooooooo-…" Jiuxi's sister-in-law began to cry, but her hands were busy picking tea without stopping.Jiahe couldn't see anyone crying, but when Mrs. Jiuxi cried, Jiahe felt that the sun had faded, the blue sky had turned white, and the fresh green that could be seen at a glance was old.He had no other choice, he only ate two meals a day, with clear soup and little water, and when he was growing up, he would inevitably feel dizzy, and when he saw people crying, he would see stars in his eyes and said, "Sister-in-law Jiuxi, rest more Rest, I'll get you some water, just sit down for a while." Sister-in-law Jiuxi didn't dare to take a rest, she plucked tea while shedding tears, saying: "You can't rest, you can't rest. For tea, three days early is a treasure, and three days late is bare grass." After speaking, he wiped away his tears with the cuff of his rotten cuff, and began to pick them up.The other women stopped talking about Jiahe, and just chased after each other with their own minds full of concerns. In their eyes, there was no Hang Jiahe anymore. At night, there was a flash of thunder in the sky, and the Hugong Temple was swallowed by the rain in mid-spring. Outside the window was a dark world, unspeakably ominous, and the depth was unknown. A trembling heart stared at him.The bean candle that Jiahe was lighting was glowing green. Hearing the rushing sound of the mountain stream outside the temple, he didn't know how to keep going. He had no choice but to read it again: In Taiyuan, Jin Dynasty, Wuling people fished for a living.Walking along the edge of the stream, forgetting the distance of the road.Suddenly there is a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps across the bank, there are no miscellaneous trees in the middle, the grass is delicious, and the falling flowers are colorful... Just at this moment, with a bang, a large piece of pink skin fell from the wall, half on Jiahe's head, and half on his head.Fortunately, it wasn't too big, and no dust was raised due to the humidity, but it just completely ruined the little interest in reading that Jiahe had managed to muster.He stared blankly at the block of lime soaked by the humid climate, and said to himself, "It's really colorful." He pushed the book and the block of lime away. Sitting blankly for a while, he couldn't calm down the block in his heart, took out a pen and paper, and wanted to vent his powerless anger at the injustice and ignorance he saw during the day.After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't find a word, so I had no choice but to copy a section of "Fuchun Ballad" to calm myself down. Fish from Fuyang River, tea from Fuyang Mountain, Fish fat sells my son, tea fragrance ruins my house. The tea-picking woman, the fisherman, the government has plundered everything. Wu Tian is so unkind!What a shame here! Why doesn't fish grow in Biexian, why doesn't tea grow in Biedu? When will Fuyang Mountain be destroyed? Fuyang River, when will it dry up? The mountain destroys the tea and dies, and the river dried up with no fish. Play! The mountains are hard to destroy, the rivers are hard to dry up, and our people cannot die! After recording, he sat blankly on the wooden chair, unable to think of anything else to do. At this moment, he suddenly heard the rattling of the window panes. This sound in the darkness was particularly eerie.Jiahe turned over, jumped a long way, and asked, "Who?" The sound stopped, and Jiahe thought it was the sound of the wind blowing, he breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the window, unexpectedly the window railings rattled again, Jiahe blew out the candlelight in one breath, and asked: "Who? I called someone." It's pitch black inside and out, you can't see your fingers, there's a rushing mountain rain, a weak woman's voice: "Master Hang, it's me, Master Hang, it's me-..." The voice was extremely sad, like the ghost of an orphan girl who haunts midnight in "Liao Zhai". "Who are you?" "I am... I am..." Hearing a gurgle outside the door, like the sound of someone falling over, Jiahe hastily lit the lamp, and as soon as the door opened, a dripping wet woman fell in. Jiahe was taken aback, lifted himself up and saw that it was not someone else, but Tiaozhu.She was covered in mud, and she was not in shape, her face was dirty, her pale neck was exposed, her forehead and the roots of her ears were bloody, as if she had been caught by someone.Jiahe supported her on the chair, didn't dare to ask her any more questions, quickly closed the door, washed her face and hands, poured her another cup of hot water, and drank it. After a long time, Tiaozhu was relieved. . Jia Hecai asked, "What's going on, please speak slowly." Tiaozhu knelt down again, knocked his forehead on the mud, and said, "Master Hang, please save my life! If Master Hang doesn't save me, I won't survive." Hang Jiahe dragged the jumping beads back to the chair and said, "If you keep kneeling like this, I'll ignore you." Only then did Tiaozhu calm down, shedding tears, and told Jiahe what had happened. It turned out that Tiaozhu was originally from Weiyuan, Jiangxi Province. Although his family lived in a tea town, his father ran a small tea business outside and raised a family of seven or eight.Unexpectedly, misfortune happened again. Father and eldest brother were caught in storms on the Yangtze River. Father drowned and elder brother was rescued. The person who rescued brother Tiaozhu was a tea merchant in the mountains here, who was hired by tea merchants to guard the boat. . After the death of the father, the family fell into a sea of ​​misery. The eldest brother promised the 14-year-old Tiaozhu to his benefactor's foolish son as a child bride-in-law in order to appreciate the life-saving grace and to save money for the family. The benefactor's family is also poor, but she has always been very kind to Tiaozhu. At that time, she was young, and she was not afraid of idiots.Now five years have passed, and Tiaozhu is already nineteen years old. In the countryside, she is already a big girl.A few years ago, the family members forced her to consummate the house with the fool.The same is true for fools, I don’t know about other things, but I keep this matter in my heart, it’s all right, I grab and pinch people in front of others, and my saliva and nose flow together, I’m so scared that I can’t escape. Recently, it was a busy season for tea farmers, so the consummation of the house was postponed.Tiaozhu also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could survive another year.How could she know that in the past few days, her family has been ruthlessly forcing her to consummate the house.Tonight, the two actually locked her into the fool's room, and the fool bit and scratched her into a ball with Tiaozhu, forcing Tiaozhu to escape through the window.It was raining heavily, and the night was filled with darkness. Where could such a lonely girl escape? "Open your eyes and see, I don't have a roof to hide in, Young Master Hang, I really have no other choice but to run to you." Tiaozhu whimpered and cried uncontrollably. Hang Jiahe walked up and down beside her, clenched his fists like a trapped animal, and muttered over and over: "It's too dark! It's too dark! It's too dark!" Tiaozhu stopped crying and said: "Master Hang, don't look at me laughing and joking, I listened to everything you said on the mountain during the day. I didn't want to accept my fate. Live with a fool for the rest of my life? I know it now. There is a man named Lu Sao who also said that people are raised by their parents, and their lives are the same after birth. No distinction is made between high and low. Even if I die, I won’t pay homage to that snotty Ah San! If it’s my life, I’ll just go and die, or I’ll go to the underworld to meet my father..." She began to get excited, talking incessantly.Jiahe was a little surprised, looking at the dripping village girl, and asked: "What's the matter? Now is the busiest time. Women have to pick tea, men have to dig bamboo shoots, and plant rice seedlings. At this time, Why did they come to force you to marry?" Tiaozhu replied angrily: "Because you came, the people in the village said that you came to us to deceive the public, and said that you were an unworthy descendant who was kicked out by your father, and that you spent all day in the village. Among the women on the mountain, seduce women from good families! Our family is afraid, saying that idiots are not good enough to compare with you, but my heart will be more active if I compare it with two, it is better to cook the raw rice as soon as possible... ..." After hearing these words, Jiahe had a fever first, then a cold, and then a fever again, and said over and over again: "Where is this kind of thing! Where is this kind of thing! I am here to reform the old society, how can I do such an unreasonable thing?" things..." "Master Hang, what should I do?" Tiaozhu said, "I beg you to let me stay, let me be your servant, I will suffer all kinds of hardships..." "How can this be done?" Jiahe said, rubbing his hands together, "Our principle is to support ourselves. The first thing is to eliminate exploitation and level the gap between rich and poor. If you are my servant, won't you break my principle? " "Then I'll build a new village with you!" Tiaozhu said sadly, "Anyway, I'm not going back. I'll do whatever you do." Jiahe stared at the dripping homeless woman and thought, "That's fine, then I have a comrade." Thinking of this, my heart brightened, and said: "Tiaozhu, you change into clean clothes first, and sleep on my bed for a while, and we will discuss what to do tomorrow morning." "Then...how did you sleep?" Jiahe took out a few clean clothes of his own. With a fever on his face, he braced his scalp and said, "I'll just hit a ton on the table. Our rules are that no gender is distinguished, and we are all gay. Come with us." , everything has changed, not to mention this little thing?" That being said, he blew on the lamp again in one breath, and let Tiaozhu change his wet clothes in the dark. Then, he heard the sound of his uncle getting into the bed, and occasionally a hard choke or two, but soon It calmed down.He leaned on the table and fell into a deep sleep. Jiahe himself didn't know how long he fell asleep when he was awakened again by the sound of the door beeping. The slanting rain, wrapped in torches and people, rushed into his hut together. Those men in coir raincoats, like several It only opened its thorns and stood in the room, dripping water all over the ground. "Who are you? What are you going to do?" Jiahe asked. "Tiaozhu! Tiaozhu, you don't want to be a good kid, you go back to me!" One of the men named Jiahe ignored him.When Jiahe saw the old monk standing in the dark, he understood everything. Tiaozhu huddled at the head of the bed, screaming desperately: "I won't go back! I won't go back!" Jiahe rushed to the head of the bed, blocked the water with his hands and body, stabbed the prisoners, and said, "Tiaozhu is now our comrade. He has left the family and is no longer under your control. Go back!" The men froze for a minute, and the torches filled the room with smoke.Then, there was a man——Jiahe heard that it was Brother Jiuxi who said: "Damn words! If we don't control it, who will control it? Take it back!" A few men went up, pushed Jiahe away, dragged Tiaozhu away, Tiaozhu grabbed Jiahe's shoulders tightly, screamed and jumped, but it was useless, Jiahe was dragged to the yard by these people In the field, covered in muddy water and tears, they still couldn't win them in the end.The sound of Tiaozhu crying and crying went away one by one.In the end, there was nothing left, it was still raining like a dream. The sky has a layer of bright color, but it is gray that expands infinitely.Jiahe sat in the rain with his knees hugged. He didn't want to get up in the rain for an unknown period of time.Behind, the old monk recited in a low voice: "Amitabha..." The sky had cleared up that day, the air was hot, the warmth emanating from the grass heart mixed with the cold air emanating from the stream, the sky was reflected like a piece of blue glass.The aquatic plants floated long and gracefully under the water.There is no doubt that this is a season of spring, a time when nature encourages and hints at the love between men and women.Since God had this kind of thought, he also arranged many opportunities in the world, making it inevitable that those seemingly unintentional encounters would expand and develop. At this time, in Longjing Mountain, Fang Xileng, the young lady of the Fang family, came.Her complexion was not good at first, but after being exposed to the sun and enveloped by the breath of the mountains, her complexion turned red, which was very beautiful.She also has a pair of very witty eyes, the eyes are well-behaved, when she smiles and not smiles, it looks like two pairs of different eyes. You can see that she is so swaying and cute as she walks towards the Hugong Temple, you can't help but worry about the young master of the Hang family who is lying on the wooden bed in the Hugong Temple.Young people like Hang Jiahe are probably born to be tortured by love.How do you know what this sweet fellow treats a man?Women are enigmas.Because of the influence of modern education, Miss Fang Xilen is even more like a mystery within a mystery. Jiahe met her lying on the bed.He suffered from severe malnutrition and suffered from a cold, but he refused to break the precept of having two meals a day and drinking boiled water. He had no other ideas that could be practiced. The only feasible thing was to starve himself skin. Miss Fang was startled when she saw Jiahe's sallow face. She knew a little bit about medicine, so she touched his forehead. Her uncle said: "Get two big crucian carp immediately, and get a side of ham, spring bamboo shoots, shiitake mushrooms, and ginger." Jiahe struggled desperately and said, "I won't eat if I don't eat, I won't eat until I die." "You're going to die if you don't eat!" Fang Xileng said angrily, "You see, you're the only one left to do business now. If you're going to die, who will do it again?" Although Miss Fang's words were sharp, they were not unreasonable. Jiahe was stunned, and fell on the pillow again. Miss Fang just laughed.With a smile, he said with a tolerant look; "Look, what I give you is not food, but medicine. There has always been diet therapy in medical books!" "Miss Fang, why are you here?" Jiahe just remembered to ask her this way. "Why can't I come?" Fang Fang looked coldly at Zuo Bo, and then laughed again. Zuo Zuobo said: "Master, you forgot, didn't you have an engagement in the tea house? Master, they are all new schools, let you come and go freely!" Jiahe became anxious when he heard that, and said, "Didn't they put three flowers in the teacup?" I was afraid of being puzzled: "What three flowers?" "They don't care if you are odd or even." Fang Xi replied calmly, as if the matter had nothing to do with her. Suddenly, Jiahe's brain was not enough, so he stared at the top of the tent and became dazed. Then the uncle took out the letter and said, "eldest young master, second young master has written." When Jiahe heard this, he jumped up from the head of the bed again, his head was not dizzy, and he rushed to read it. Fang Xileng stretched out his hand to take the letter first, and said, "You promised to drink the fish soup first, and I will promise later." show you." "Yes yes." Fang Youlen rolled up his sleeves and was about to go to the kitchen, and said: "You must drink. This is the first time I cook for others. If you don't drink, I will do it for nothing." Jiaping's letter, Written inspiringly: Comrade Jiahe: There has been no contact, and now I can finally sit down and write to you. Work-study groups were finally established.This is the first thing I want to tell you. For you, after hearing this news, it is also a kind of encouragement in the Jiangnan where you are fighting alone. Before us, there were several groups to follow.They live together and engage in a series of activities such as running canteens, laundry, printing, bookbinding, making small handicrafts, and selling new books and newspapers. At the same time, they are scattered to attend classes in various schools, especially Shi Cuntong and Yu Xiusong in the first group, who turned out to be Hangzhou. Those who came from the first division were all fellow villagers, and they were very affectionate when they met.Their principles have been discussed over and over again, and I know all of them, so let me tell you now: O) break away from family ties (2) Breaking away from marriage (3) Breaking away from school relationship (4) Absolutely implement communism (5) Men and women live together (6) Temporarily heavy work and light reading I think these proposals are quite in line with my wishes, but unexpectedly, six out of ten of them disagreed, and finally they voluntarily resigned from the group.When I saw it, I was naturally worried, and wanted to wait until I could talk about it, but it was disbanded after three months.After playing a movie for a month, I earned only 30 yuan. After washing clothes for two weeks, I got more than 70 coins. In terms of printing, I only earned 3 yuan a month. people can't eat... However, my tithe will not repeat the same mistakes.Because we have planned an economic outlet for Jiangmi, that is to set up a teahouse, first to maintain our livelihood, and second to unite comrades.As for the source of a certain person and running the tea ceremony, I think I still have some advantages, and this advantage is you.Please help me to open up the source of goods quickly, and wait for my place to take shape The scale means that if you go north, we will welcome you from the north to the south. Naturally, success is expected. Also, besides Longjing tea, it is best to have black tea, such as Jiuqu Hongmei, or jasmine tea, which Beijingers call Xiangpian. Don't talk too much. salute Jiaping After reading this letter, Jiahe didn't know how he finished the fish soup brought by Miss Fang Xi'an. He drank profusely, was dizzy and weak, and the back of his clothes was wet. Spine, lying on the head of the bed and gasping for breath.Miss Fang asked, "Is it good?" Jiahe nodded gratefully, but he was full of thoughts. The task Jiaping entrusted to him was so glorious and arduous, what should he do? Sweating all over, he fell into a drowsy sleep, and when he woke up in the afternoon, he felt relieved.Miss Fang was sitting alone at the table, flipping through his "Elysium". With no one else around, the two young people felt restrained, especially Jiahe, who couldn't think of anything to say. It was Fang Xileng, who was a lady, and said, "Can you walk?" Jiahe got up and said, "I'm fine. I'm just a little hungry. The scenery here is very beautiful. I'll take the lady up the mountain to have a look." After walking halfway up the hill, Jiahe regretted it. A group of tea-picking women stopped moving and stared at them blankly, their eyes were not curiosity, but surprise and indifference.Jiahe panicked, lowered his head, and thought of another person, looked up again, and saw Tiaozhu.After not seeing each other for two days, the person changed shape, and he was stunned, as if he couldn't believe that there was another woman from the city in front of him.Miss Fang was very generous. She walked over and brushed her short hair, and asked, "You guys are picking tea." Those women immediately lowered their heads, as if they didn't know Jiahe, and they didn't hear anyone greet them.Jiahe felt like a thief, so he quickly sneaked up to the top of the hill, with his back to the women picking tea on the hillside. "It's so nice here. You can smell the fragrance of tea as you walk." Miss Fang said. "Really?" Jiahe replied absent-mindedly. "You seem to have something on your mind?" Miss Fang asked. "Didn't you put three flowers, what are you doing here?" Jiahe's tone was a little stiff.He couldn't tell himself why. "You are such a grudge." Fang Xilen picked a wild flower, smelled it on his nose, and said. "I didn't have much impression of you at first, but after I went back that day, I did. I didn't expect you to come to this ruined temple because of it." "It's not because of you," Jiahe declared hastily. "Can I read Kahei's letter?" Jiahe took out the letter, and he wanted to prove that he had great ambitions and would never escape into Buddhism for a woman's three flowers. Fang Xilen read the letter, thought for a while, smiled, and said, "What's so difficult about this?" "I have no money at all. Besides, even if I get tea, who will bring it to me? I can't leave here, or our new village will be ruined." Fang Xileng quickly took off two earrings from his ears, the pure gold ones, put them in his hands, weighed them, and asked, "Are you enough?" "Don't you! I didn't ask you for money." "The tea is ready, I'll send it to Beijing." Fang Xileng said nonchalantly. "This matter has nothing to do with you." Jiahe became anxious, and his words became rough, "You'd better go home and be your lady with peace of mind!" Fang Xilen squinted his eyes, looking at Jiahe, his eyes were very flirtatious and bold, and Jiahe was afraid and warm-hearted when he looked at him.Scared, but still wanted to bite the bullet and let her see, Jiahe thought so, and closed his eyes.When he opened it again, his charming eyes were serious, curious, and thoughtful. "It's so strange, it turns out that you two brothers are very strange." She said. "You're weird too." "I'm very strange." She still asked herself. "父亲告诉我，要把我嫁出去。因为他实在管不了我了，说是要让个男人来管我。这很好笑，很好笑。但他说是杭家的少爷。我想，也许是他呢？所以我去了。我很失望，不是他，是你……你难过吗？" "我早就猜到了。"嘉和把脸别了过去，心里一阵一阵地酸，然后便清明了起来。 "我在你的茶杯里放了三朵花，然后，我便开始想你的样子，真奇怪，想你的时候，非常清晰，想他却想不起来了……怎么办呢？" 嘉和完全被这怪异的女子搞糊涂了，他又开始心乱如麻，他说："我一点也不明白，怎么办呢？" "我要离开这里去北京，和这里的一切一刀两断。"她突然口气激烈起来，目光盯住了远处的山。 "那里的生活会很苦的，要给人家洗衣裳，做小工，你怎么吃得消？" "可是我在这里更不好。我和父母已经闭僵两个多月了。从一师风潮开始，就闹僵了，他们整天盯着我，干方百计地想把我嫁出去。我的一切人身自由，都被取消了。" "你也参加了一师风潮？" "大家都参加了，我能不参加吗？" "那么你就是我们的同志哩。" "也可以这样说吧。我和嘉平信里提到的施存统、俞秀松，过去都是认识的呢。" "原来我们是一家人啊！"嘉和伸出了手，握一握对方那双小小的手。他不再腼腆了，是同志嘛，就不再计较放了三朵花的小事件了。 五四少女方西冷要在许多年以后才明白自己当初并未迷乱在这杭家两兄弟的丛林之中，她是迷乱在自己的心绪的丛林之中了。 一师风潮大操场上杭嘉平抽刀欲自杀以告白天下的一刹那，唤起了方西冷小姐强烈的激情，这样的激情倾泻在一个异性少年之上，便不可能不是爱情了。 由清寒的湖南书生与杭州殷富的市民女儿结合而生的独生女儿方西岸，从小就继承了父亲的自强不息和母亲的虚荣乖巧。这两种不同品质的奇妙结合，弄得这个女孩子既聪明伶俐，又诡橘多变。然而此刻她还正年轻着呢，青春总是纯洁的，她的激情也是纯洁的。在她的身后已经站着了利益的影子，但她自己却尚未回过头去瞥它一眼。她的目光，一下子就为那封信而射向干山万水之外了。当她二话不说摘下自己的耳环献给远方时，在她身后站着的看不见的利益影子捶胸顿足大喊大叫，呼喊她悬崖勒马。但她充耳不闻。此时站在她眼前接着耳环的嘉和却完全被她的激情诱惑了。多么美好的女郎啊……可惜……他不愿意再往下想。"三朵花"事件，原来只是擦破了一点表皮，现在却成了一个伤口。 他跟着她回了几天城，首北方的尚在蓝图中的茶馆置办了数种茶类，其间他还来来去去地路过好几次忘忧茶庄，竟然没想着要进去看一看。方小姐那几日与他形影不离，充分享受了与激情风格迎然不同的温情。他便有些昏然。但他把她送上火车后他便看出来了，她的眼里并没有他。 "哎哟！我喝水的杯子也忘带了，真要命真要命！上帝啊……" "你信上帝？"嘉和有些吃惊。 "那是从前的事了。"她用小香手绢不耐烦地指着自己的小脸，心思全部焦虑在她火车上如何喝水的问题上，"从前我妈带我去洗的礼。哎呀，我的杯子怎么办啊！"她的天足轻轻跳了起来。 嘉和从口袋里掏出了一叠他封好的信，交给方小姐，说，"这是给嘉平的信，麻烦你转交给他。" 方小姐二话不说把信放进手提包，继续跳脚："我的杯子怎么办？" 嘉和从口袋里取出了一只杯子，杯环和杯盖之间还拴了根细绳，以防失落分离。方小姐轻轻张开秀口叫了一声，眼眶一红，她就哭了。 把方西传送上火车再回落晖坞时，又是漫天阴雨的日子了。下午，天如傍晚，他在村口碰见了九溪嫂。她的头上，扎着根白绳子。两人见着时相互吃一惊。九溪嫂子失声低问："杭少爷，你怎么还没走？" "我走到哪里去？"嘉和莫名其妙。 "跟你少奶奶回家去呀！"九溪嫂子越发迷茫，"不是说了要回去了吗？" "谁说的？谁说的？"嘉和急了。 "不是你那个家人说的吗？"九溪嫂子也着急了，"村里的人都那么样说呢！" "你是相信他们还是相信我？"嘉和收了纸伞，让春雨飘在他头上，"他们叫我回去我就回去了？" "可是我们都看见你和那位城里来的小姐，双双对对上了茶山，说话一直说到太阳落山才回去。" "那有什么？人家是我同学，是同志，人家也要来建新村的。" 九溪嫂子发了呆，半天，一屁股就坐进了溪坑，以手击腿大哭起来："跳珠啊，跳珠啊，你是命太苦了啊。你哪怕迟去一天也好啊，你就不会走上这条阎王路了啊！" 嘉和呆得手里伞都掉了，他还是年轻，经受不了这个，但是他又得经受，他犹疑惊惧，他问："跳珠怎么啦？" "她死了，她上吊死了。"九溪嫂子哇哇地哭着，"跳珠妹子，你心里这点苦，我是晓得的啦！你是想跟了杭少爷去，做牛做马都愿意的啦！罪过啦，你那么一个黄花闺女，你是真正红颜薄命啊！你想不通你就慢慢地熬，你走那条绝路干什么啊，你啊！你这姑娘儿你怎么那么烈啊！你看你快走了一步，杭少爷回来你连一口苦水也吐不出了哇！罪过啊，做人苦啊，做女人苦啊……" 杭嘉和早就一屁股也坐到了这九溪十八洞的石墩子上了。他两眼发黑，心智迷乱，可是他却一点感觉也没有了。天是立刻就要黑下来了，山水哗哗地淌，漫上了石墩，嘉和就坐在了水上。涧边不远处又有个亭子，那上面两排槛联，被雨打湿了，看上去就特别清晰，其实不看嘉和也能背得出来，小的时候他曾在汤寿潜面前背过。一句叫"小住为佳，且吃了赵州茶去"，另一句叫："曰归可缓，试同歌陌上花来"。他记得他和采茶女子在这里走过。在他看来，跳珠她岂不就是一朵明丽的"陌上花"。然而此刻他头昏眼花。眼前一片漆黑，一道从天降下的无边的黑慢，把他和另一种明亮的东西死死地隔开了。 "杭少爷，你不要响，跳珠的棺材抬过来了。"九溪嫂子一把拉过了嘉和，说，"人家恨你呢，说不是你，跳珠不会去寻死的。" 嘉和说："是的，不是我，跳珠不会去死的，我现在欠了人间一条命了。" "杭少爷，不要这样说，是跳珠这女子自家的命不好。你看人死了，屋里一天也不停歇呢！当天就得去埋掉。来了来了，罪过啊，送葬的人也没有哇！" 说话间，棺材就抬过来了。四个男人，阴沉着脸，啪啪啪啪，脚步又沉重又不祥，最后跟着白痴和白痴的娘。白痴的娘认出了嘉和，眼露怨气，白了他一眼，这便是小民的最大的愤怒了。那白痴什么也不知，头上扎根白布，朝嘉和邮牙咧嘴地一笑。棺材薄薄的，里面那个人唱过歌：……桥头有个花姣女，细头细脚又细腰…… 村里的人依稀记得抗家少爷的回去。老人们还能说出，是一个独臂长须的中年人，骑着匹白马寻到落晖坞，又寻到了胡公庙。他们还记得杭家少爷是用担架抬回去的，这和两个月前他自己背着行李走来时判若二人。东西也都被带走了，剩下那本《极乐地》，不知主人是忘了，还是不想要了，便被九溪嫂拿去点了灶窝。杭嘉和很温顺地服从了命运的安排，抬上担架，他看见天空又大又蓝，白云升起又沉落，两边的夏茶又该采摘了。山坡上，女人又像红云一样缭绕了。原来，什么也没有变就是什么都变了，嘉和叹了一口气。 赵寄客骑着马，陪在担架边，他现在是陪伴他人的人了。 路过鸡笼山时，人们不约而同地都停住了脚步。嘉和撑起身子来，望着很远的山拗，那里有一片茶园，包围着数个坟全。那里有茶清伯，还有他的生身母亲。他望着望着，眼睛热了起来，一片绿色中泛起红色，一块一块的，又凝聚成房顶一样的东西，在那绿中隐隐明灭。what is that?是我那年到云和去时在江两岸看到的景色吗？或者，就是采茶女在茶山上又采茶了？渐渐地，又有白雾般的东西弥漫了开来，在红与绿之间绩绕着。赵寄客弯下腰，说："清明时再来吧。" 嘉和吃惊地问："你没看见？" 所有同行的人便都困惑地看着他。 "红的，绿的，白的……" 撮着伯叹了口气，对赵寄客说："大少爷一直在发高烧呢。" "你真没看见？"嘉和继续问。 赵寄客含含糊糊地说："或许……我眼睛不大好…·，·" 嘉和闭上了眼睛想，他们都没有看见，那就是只有我才能看得见的东西了…… 这么想着，他一头栽倒，便昏迷了过去-…