Chapter 16 Headman-1

one The first village chief of Shencun was my grandfather and his father. "His father" has now become "ancestor".When everyone talks about the past, it is "what happened to the ancestors at that time".Although I was fostered in my grandfather's house, everyone let me call.According to Uncle Nu in the sequence of the third grandfather, the ancestor looks very blessed, like a big man, with no beard on his face.I was young and fell for his tricks.Later, when I grew up, I participated in burning broken paper in the village. After seeing the portrait of my ancestors from a hundred years ago, I realized that it was a beard, and I was relieved.

But it is a fact that Shencun was created by the ancestors.When the ancestors first came here, they made a living by scraping salt soil and selling salt.I came here when I was three years old, and there are still white flowers everywhere.On the mound in the west of the village, there is an ash-dried salt pond left over, which was used by my grandmother to dry rolled dried sweet potatoes.I heard people say that the life of the ancestors when they first came here was quite difficult.But according to my grandma, her in-laws' life was hard at first, but later it was fine.As soon as the door was opened early in the morning, four of my grandparents and brothers were released, running around begging for food.At that time, the grandparents were all seven or eight-year-old urchins.When I come back from a day's meal, I can basically be full, start to sweep my feet with a small broom, and sleep on the kang.

But according to the surviving fourth grandfather, his life was still relatively hard when he was a child.Living at home, how can I beg for food every day?They mainly make a living by selling salt from their ancestors.When the rooster crowed at five o'clock, the ancestors pushed the salt cart away, yelling in other villages: "Sell small salt!" In the evening, the grandparents squatted on the threshold, looking eagerly at the end of the road, waiting for Dad to come back.The ancestor finally came back, and the four elder brothers shouted like a Xiaoyan who was slapping his head:

"Father, is it on the market?" An old voice at the end of the road: "Back for a cloth bag of sweet potatoes!" The whole family was happy, and grandma went to the stove to light a fire.Soon, smoke rose from the roof. "Father, is it on the market?" There was no answer at the end of the road, just a gloomy face, everyone said nothing, went back to the house to sweep their feet with a small broom, and went to sleep on the kang. Writing down this history accurately is boring.Anyway, the grandparents all grew up later, and when they became adults, they all married wives and had children, and each set up a courtyard.Later, the ancestor became the head of the village.

My ancestor was fifty-two years old when he became the head of the village.At that time, the village had begun to take shape, and people surnamed Song, Wang, Jin, and Du moved in. There were more than a hundred people.Seeing that a village had grown up on the land of Yancheng, the county and the township sent people to collect the land tax.It's a pity that no one wants to come here to eat salt, push it back and forth, and push it on the head of a cook who cooks in the township.The cook didn't want to come at all, but he really had no other place to push, so he took other people's chains, locks and canes, walked fifteen miles, and came muttering.It was already noon when we came here, and the village should have a meal.But the country people are small, and no one wants to bring strangers home for dinner.In the end, the ancestors brought him home, made a few pieces of sweet potato leaf pancake and pounded a bone of garlic.After dipping the garlic and eating the pancakes, the cook opened his airs and said, "Lao Shen, let me know at the door. Before August 15th, send the land tax to the township office; if you don't send it or force it, send it to the county judicial department." !"

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the house, shook off the iron chain and lock in his hand, and squatted under a big pagoda tree in the village. Only then did the ancestors and the villagers realize how serious this oil-stained man was, and they scrambled to pass him the cigarette pouch.The cook pushed the pipe and said: "Smoking or not smoking, let's do business first!" Everyone said: "Grandpa, suck it up, everything is easy to talk about, isn't it August 15th?" After smoking, the cook said: "Your village is too outrageous. Do you have one or three tricks in your eyes? I am also very busy all day, how can I take care of these long-winded things every day? You can choose a village chief." !"

The villagers stared, how should the village head be chosen. The cook pointed at his ancestor with a pipe and said, "Old Shen, it's you! From now on, you will collect the land tax for the superior, and solve the case in the village!" The ancestor hurriedly said: "Master, don't choose me, where I can solve the case, I will just scratch the salt soil!" The cook said: "It's not bad to be able to scrape salt. If you decide, you'll be fine! If Zhang San is right, you will be Zhang San, and if Li Si is right, you will be Li Si. If you kill someone and get more money, send him to the county judicial department!"

After speaking, he shook the iron chain and lock, and left. Thanks to a cook, the ancestor became the head of more than a hundred people.Everyone was a little gloating at the beginning: An official business caught Lao Shen.Later, the ancestor really became the head of the village, running around the village, shouting Zhang San Li Si's big name, like a person's head, and everyone regretted: Why did Lao Shen take care of us? The ancestor had just become the village head, and his attitude was relatively gentle.Before the 15th day of the eighth month, collect field taxes from door to door: "Brother, the superior will ask you to collect field taxes." The tone was very discouraged, as if begging others.There were a few miscellaneous incidents of fights between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and quarrels between sisters-in-law. According to the cook's orders, they came to the ancestors to reason.The grandma complained: "I can tell you to give people the present!"

The ancestor shouted angrily: "The superior sent me, what can I do?" Anger to anger, on the 15th day of the eighth month, the ancestors gathered the land tax that was still put away on a wheelbarrow, and pushed it to the countryside alone.After dropping his buttocks and pushing for fifteen miles, he was sweating profusely.After inquiring about it, he advanced to the township office, and when he saw anyone, he said, "Master, I have sent the land tax." But everyone rolled their eyes and ignored him.In the end, the ancestor went to the latrine and met a man wearing an apron, squatting there to defecate, recognized that it was Tolerance who had lost his temper in Shencun last time, felt happy, bent down and said:

"Master, I'm here." The man looked up for a long time before he recognized his ancestor, pointing at his butt with a brick ball: "Why are you here?" The ancestor said: "Today is the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month!" The man pulled up his trousers and went out of the hut. When he came across a cart of grain at the entrance of the hut, he asked strangely, "Hey, why did you push the grain here?" The ancestor replied: "Master, didn't you say before August 15th!" The man patted his head and thought about it, shook his head and sighed: "Ai, ai, you will not be the village head!" Then he dropped his buttocks and ran to the kitchen, "My steamed pot is still sitting on the fire!" Only then did the ancestors know that he was a village chief. cook.

This happened several times later.In the summer and autumn of the second year, the ancestors pushed the wheelbarrow alone to deliver the land tax.When the man saw him, he said: "Alas, alas, you will not be the village head!" The ancestor said aggrievedly: "Master, I would never be the village chief, you appointed me!" The cook said: "It's not that the one doesn't know how to do it, it's just that it's the villagers who push the wheelbarrow!" Then, while kneading the dough on the case, he told him some ways to be an official. Three years later, the ancestral village chief will be appointed.He acted like a village chief.During this period, he had seen some of the world, held several meetings in the village, heard a talk from the village chief, Zhou Squire, and learned from other village chiefs, so he became a master. The first thing the ancestors did was to find a villager in the village and ask him to push the wheelbarrow for him.The villager's surname is Lu, he is a foreigner who just moved here, and he is very happy to hear that the village head let him be the villager.From then on, in summer and autumn, when I went to the village to send Fu back, the wheelbarrow would be pushed by Lu Cun Ding, and my ancestors would fan the wind with empty hands and straw hats.The ancestor on the road asked: "The car is not heavy, is it Xiaolu?" Xiaolu dropped his butt and pushed the cart, sweating, but still scratched his neck and said: "It's not heavy, it's not heavy, a cart of grain, you can't say it's heavy!" When a case occurs in the village, the ancestors no longer run around here and there, and set up a case desk for the case resolution, which is set up in a ruined temple in the west of the village. The ancestors sit behind the desk and let the villagers pass it on.Lu Village Ding smashed a straight horn with a foreign iron sheet, and stood in front of the earth temple in the west of the village to reduce people, and he also felt very proud.According to the rules of other villages, the ancestors who judged the case invited the patriarchs of all surnames to accompany them; then asked the plaintiff and the defendant to give some white noodles, and asked Lu Village Ding to bake a few catties of sourdough hot cakes, and then reasoned with the patriarchs after eating hot cakes.In the judgment, the plaintiff and the defendant are no longer called by their nicknames, they are all called by their nicknames, Zhang San Li Si, very similar to each other.As soon as the ancestor finished eating the hot cakes, Xiaolu shouted: "Zhang, San, Li and Si are all here, and the patriarchs of all surnames are here, please let the village chief decide the case!" The ancestors decided the case.It is said that before the ancestor settled the case, Ai stared at the plaintiff and the defendant with wide eyes for a while, and then said: Say it! " Zhang San and Li Si began to make statements. It is said that the ancestor's expression was very interesting when he listened to the statement, his mouth was always "hissing" inhaling, and his face was as red as a carrot. To solve the theft case, look at his eagerness, as if he stole something.After listening to the statement, he no longer cared about the plaintiff and the defendant, whoever shed tears first was justified.Then there is the distaste for arguing. When the two sides argue, the ancestors will be angry: "You argue, you argue, you are all right, but I don't!" He stood up angrily and wanted to leave.As a result, the two parties hurriedly grabbed him and listened to his reasoning. Since then, there have been miscellaneous things in the village, such as disputes over land, real estate, mulberry willows, unequal division of families between brothers, and fights between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.In the earth temple in the west of the village, a puff of cooking smoke rises every three days, and it is Lu Village Ding who is baking dough and hot cakes.After eating hot cakes, the ancestors should breathe in and raise their faces.After sucking and rising, the final judgment: "Zhang San is right, Li Si admits punishment!" Or: "Li Si is right, Zhang San pays!" That's it. At this time, an affair between men and women occurred in the village.In the trip to Sangliu, the men of the Jin family held down the wife of the Wang family.There was a sound of tin trumpets in the village, allowing the ancestors to settle the case.My ancestors never broke this thing. After eating the hot cakes, I sat behind the desk and looked at the two men and women who were tied behind the desk in front of the desk. Their mouths kept "sizzling" inhalation, their faces swelled like pork livers, and they kept saying : "Okay, okay, when you're full, you'll be fine! Say it!" Before the two parties could speak, the ancestor got angry again: "Say it or not, if you encounter such a bad thing, you will be punished with ten buckets of red sorghum each!" The two sides shouted their grievances, and the ancestor immediately stood up: "You are right, you are right, but I am not!" He stood up angrily and was about to leave.He came back half way and said: "I blame us for being incompetent. We can't ask about this case! We can't ask about it. We can send him to the county judicial department!" When Lu Cunding heard this, he immediately stood up, stepped forward to relieve him, and said, "Yes, yes, to the judicial department of the county!" This time the man and woman were stunned, they didn't dare to argue any more, they bowed their heads and accepted the punishment. There have been several similar incidents since then.Either the Zhang family caught the lonely old man, or there was a broken shoe in the Li family.At this time, the village expanded a lot, and there were many people with mixed surnames, so they messed up.They all came to the ancestors to reason.How could the ancestors tolerate this every day?So it was passed on through the tin trumpet, and the patriarchs were called for a meeting, and hot cakes were baked, trying to eradicate the idea of ​​men and women.The patriarchs had eaten hot cakes, but had no idea.Both said: "What's wrong with Ri Niang!" "I can't keep an eye on him (her) every day!" In the end, Lucun Ding came up with an idea, saying that in the future, in addition to punishing the sorghum, the system of "closing the well" could be implemented: that is, the system of "closing the well" would be implemented for the men and women caught, and they would not be allowed within seven days. Go to the well to carry water. The ancestor was very happy when he heard this idea, and said: "Okay, okay, that's a good idea, he will make semen for us, let's seal the well for them, and kill them with thirst!" From then on, the village arrested men and women again, and in addition to punishing sorghum, the wells were immediately closed.Lucun Ding stood guard by the well, not allowing these people to carry water.It made the men and women feel comfortable for a while, their lips and tongue were dry for seven days, and they were ashamed and beaten, very pitiful. It also hurt the families of both parties.Sure enough, since the "closing of the well", men and women in the village have a lot of rules. What is a little more annoying is that there are constant thefts in the village.Either the Zhang family's pig was lost, or the Li family's chicken was lost.It made the ancestors very upset.Inspired by the "closing the well" system, the ancestors invented the "head dyeing" system: that is, the heads of all hunting dogs in the village are dyed with different colors according to the different accounts of Zhang San Li Si.Then convene a meeting of the patriarchs, eat hot cakes, and announce the implementation.Now it is clear that Zhang San's pigs and dogs belong to Zhang San, and Li Si's pigs and dogs belong to Li Si: the colorful pigs and dogs are walking on the street, and they are really orderly and not easy to lose.Everyone is relieved of the pigs and dogs, and the ancestors are also very happy.When the ancestors were walking on the street, when they saw pigs and dogs, they would say, "Look at how messy you are!" During the twenty-three years when my ancestor was the village head, relying on the system of "closing the well" and "dying the head", it is said that the order of the village was not bad.Lu Cunding's foreign tin horn sounded less and less often.Although I bought another small cymbal with public funds, it was usually left idle except for the bandits who came and clapped it for a while.Grandfather is very satisfied.It is said that Lu Cunding was a little dissatisfied and often told people: "Mother Sun, it's been half a month since I ate hot pancakes!" The ancestor went to the township office for a meeting again, and the cook grabbed his hand and said, "Old Shen, I said earlier that it is not difficult to be the village chief. Let's see if you learn it!" The head of the village, Zhou Squire, once praised his ancestors, saying that he would be the head of the village. At this time, the ancestors walked in the village with their hands behind their backs, and began to feel calm.Everyone ordered their rice bowls one after another and said: "Village chief, eat here!" "Village Chief, I'm off the beaten path first!" The ancestor also waved his hand calmly: "Eat, eat!" Occasionally, some cases occurred in the village, and the cymbals were tapped to let the ancestors solve the cases.My ancestors had eaten hot cakes, and sat behind the desk, and they were more stable and generous. When listening to the presentation, they no longer inhaled "hissingly" from their mouths, and their faces were no longer flushed: they should be green, they should be white, but they should not be red.Judgment after hearing: "Zhang San is right, Li Si admits punishment!" Or: "Li Si is right, Zhang San pays!" That's it. Whenever there are weddings and funerals in the village, the ancestors will be invited to be the chief.The ancestors took the chief seat, and the weddings and funerals began. The ancestors loved to eat rotten eggs, so everyone put two on the table for the ancestors to eat.It made the villagers hold the pickled eggs and shake them in the urn, so that two of them could be smashed to make it smelly, so that they could be used in emergencies.This has become a custom in Shencun.Up to now, every family in the village has to prepare two rotten eggs and put them on the table for weddings and funerals.Whether to eat or not is a decoration.Whenever I see rotten eggs, I think of my grandparents. two In the 20th year of the Republic of China, the ancestor died.At the age of seventy-five, he has been the village chief for twenty-three years.During the funeral, it is said that the coffin was not well made, it was made of locust wood; but the scene was more grand.At this time, the village had grown to more than 200 people, and adults and children in the village came to deliver burnt paper.Including those whose ancestors punished them with sorghum, sealed wells, and dyed pigs and dogs. The coffin was activated, and many women and children cried.During this period, several daily cases occurred in the village. When the ancestor died, no one decided the case for them. As a result, everyone had nowhere to appeal for grievances, and had nowhere to speak out. They felt like the sky was falling, so they were sad. Fortunately, when the ancestor was dying, he appointed my grandfather as the successor of the village head, so everyone was relieved.So after the Qiqi funeral, my grandfather took off his filial piety clothes, and took over from his ancestors to settle the case in the earth temple in the west of the village.Unfortunately, at this time, villager Lu also died of typhoid fever, so the villager was replaced by Xiaolu.The descendants still use tin horns and small cymbals.Xiaolu's voice is crisper than his father's. I met Grandpa once, but unfortunately I can't remember it.He died in 1958, when I was only eight months old. It is said that his greatest wish before he died was to throw me naked into his bed.Grandmother said on the side: "Throw it away, you're so dirty!" Grandpa said: "Then let me touch him!" So my mother stepped forward and let him touch me. According to my mother, my grandfather was very kind, thin, with a goatee and had no other hobbies in his life, except meat.One winter, the Wang family killed a sheep and buried the sheep's belly in the back hillock without eating it.At night, my grandfather went to pick out the lamb belly, and when he came back, he cleaned up and ate.Although my grandfather was kind, it is said that the successor to the village head was not bad. Relying on the "closing the well" and "dyeing the head" system created by the ancestors, he maintained the progress of the village without any major mistakes. But grandpa's village head had only been in office for two years before he was killed by someone with a foreign surname.The one who stopped was the Song family.The Song family was originally an out-of-town household who moved here after my grandfather's generation. They picked a bunch of children.But after coming here to settle down, relying on the hard work of the men, they picked up the dung in the five shifts and carried the baskets; the women spun cotton, spun flowers without lighting an oil lamp, and lit a hemp stalk. The first household owns three oxen, two donkeys and two hectares of land.The burden-carrying man became the shopkeeper of the Song family, and even hired two helpers during the busy farming season.At this time, the shopkeeper of the Song family was walking on the street, and he felt that it would be unreasonable to let another person who sells salt on the scraping salt shop be the village head and dictate to him to collect the land tax.Just at this time of institutional reform, the village chief changed his name to Baochang. The shopkeeper of the Song family pushed two stones of sesame seeds and sent them to the gentry's house fifteen miles away. Grandpa's village head is gone, and Song Yuwen, the treasurer of the Song family, has become the head of the security.But the villager has not changed, it is still a small road, and it is called Baoding.The tools of inheritance are still tin horns and small cymbals. Grandpa's village chief is gone, and he's been bored for two days, so let's forget it.Only my grandfather's brother, the third grandfather, was reckless and a little unconvinced.I have eaten the delicious hot cakes with noodles for decades, but now I have changed my surname to let others eat them. I can't think about it.Grandpa advised him: "Which family's country is not made of iron, what can we do if the higher-ups ask for a replacement?" The third grandpa stared: "It won't be his turn to change again, this village was founded by my father!" From then on, whenever the village settled a case again, the third grandpa would pick up a dung fork and wander around in front of the temple in the west of the village when the tin horn sounded. After the manager of the Song family took office, he did not change the rules of his ancestors. He still sealed the well and dyed his hair;After the hot cakes were baked, before the Baozhang and the Patriarch started to do anything, the third grandpa came to the iron griddle with the dung fork sideways, and first picked up one and put it in his mouth.The treasurer Song's shopkeeper looked at the dung fork in the third grandpa's hand, pulled his face and said nothing; the other patriarchs also did not say a word.They all said: "Fix the case." It's just that the hot cakes are baked according to the number of people, and the third grandpa suffered a lot from Xiaolu Baoding after eating one portion. From then on, every summer and autumn, it was time to collect the land tax, and Baoding Xiaolu was ordered to collect the tax from each family.When it was Shen's turn, the third grandpa waited at the door with a dung fork.Before Xiaolu Baoding could speak, the third grandfather said: "Xiaolu, you and your father used to eat from Shen's family!" Xiaolu Baoding's face turned red immediately, and he murmured, "Third Master, don't be angry with me, the shopkeeper of the Song family will accept it, what can I do?" The third grandfather paused with the dung fork in his hand and said, "I am the shopkeeper of the Song family! He didn't even think about it, why should the security chief take him!" This word later reached the ears of the shopkeeper of the Song family.The shopkeeper of the Song family also has a few brothers with thick backs and backs. They are all gearing up to settle accounts with the third grandpa. The shopkeeper of the Song family waved his hands: "Hold it, hold it back." At this time, the "sorghum leaf" incident occurred.The Song family planted 100 mu of sorghum, and the rain this year made the sorghum leaves grow as fat as knives.Sorghum leaves are very versatile. They can be used to weave coir raincoats, twist grass mounds, and build roofs.Brushing sorghum leaves does not affect sorghum growth.From early July to early July, everyone brushes sorghum leaves.In order to finish brushing the leaves by himself and not let others brush them, the shopkeeper of the Song family sent his third younger brother to guard them.It's a pity that the third child is deaf. He stands at one end of a hundred acres of sorghum, and he can't hear at all when others get in to brush leaves at the other end.After ten days, most of the sorghum leaves were brushed away, and the shopkeeper of the Song family was very angry.On this day, Uncle Nu (who will be fifteen years old) in the third grandpa series, and a group of urchins in the village, went to the Song family to brush leaves in the sorghum field again.It's a pity that the third child of the Song family fell ill that day, and the fourth child was replaced as a guard.The fourth child is not deaf.Uncle Nu was brushing with the urchins, but was caught by the fourth child.The fourth child gathered the baskets in the hands of the urchins, took Uncle Nuo and others to the earth temple in the west of the village, and ordered Xiaolu Baoding: "Go beat the cymbals, use the trumpet to call someone, catch the thief, and let the security chief settle the case!" Baoding Xiaolu didn't dare to be negligent, he hurriedly played small cymbals, passed on to others, gathered the Baozhang and the patriarch, and sent out the culprits. At this time, the shopkeeper of the Song family sat behind the desk, contrary to his usual gentleness, with a livid face and staring eyes, commanding Xiaolu Baoding: "Chop up the straw baskets for me, and let these thieves kneel facing the south wall!" So, the straw baskets were chopped up, and Uncle Nu and the others were pushed down to kneel in front of the earthen wall. At this time, the third grandpa was packing up the cowhide at home. When he heard the news, he picked up the manure fork and trotted to the front of the earth temple.When I went to the front of the temple, I saw that the straw basket had been chopped up. Uncle Nu was kneeling there with a group of people. He came to the shopkeeper of the Song family with blank eyes, and said, "Old Song, go and get Xiao Nu up, and pay me for it." Cao Basket, we're fine." Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper of the Song family refused to give in, and said with blank eyes: "A thief, if you don't chop off his hand, it will be considered good!" The third grandpa said: "Chop it up, chop it up, I won't pull it!" At this time, several other patriarchs smoothed things over: "Third brother, forget it, forget it." Some said: "Baochang, forget it." Unexpectedly, at this time, the shopkeeper of the Song family said: "Sorghum leaves are a small matter, but stealing is a big matter. We can't break the rules of the village! Everyone can't come to the temple to play wild! After that, the village can't get along? I must let these thieves kneel When the stars come out, each of them will be fined another five buckets of sorghum!" The third grandpa held the dung fork and said: "Okay, okay, it's a good old Song, you can make him kneel, and you can punish him!" Then he stopped arguing with the shopkeeper of the Song family and went back with the dung fork in his hand. Two months have passed since the "Sorghum Leaf" incident.It's time to harvest sorghum.Everyone forgot about it.The brothers of the Song family were all very happy, and said to the shopkeeper of the Song family, "This will put an end to the prestige of the Shen family!" The shopkeeper of the Song family also held a cheap civilized stick in his hand and said, "Let's see who can grab whose dick!" The people in the village also felt that the Shen family had been subdued, that the Song family had won, and that the position of the Song family's shopkeeper had been stabilized.The shopkeeper of the Song family held a civilized stick and walked through the street in a moon blue coat. People lit their bowls one after another and said: "Baochang, let's eat here!" "Boss, I'm off the mark!" The shopkeeper of the Song family waved his hand indifferently: "Eat, eat." It's time to go to the market to sell sorghum.At this time, something happened suddenly. The fourth son of the Song family was kidnapped by bandits on his way back from selling sorghum.There was no moon on this day, so the old fourth sorghum was not sold out, and he came back late. At this time, the ground is not very stable, and there are many bandits.Exactly which part of the bandits tied him up, and where he got it for the fourth child, I didn't know for a while.The Song family was in chaos all of a sudden.They sent people out to inquire.The village was also in chaos, followed by panic all day long.Three days later, the fourth son of the Song family sent a message back, saying that he should be sent to Dahuangpo with fifty shi of millet in exchange for his life; Don't mention it; don't sue the official, as soon as you sue the official, the ticket will be torn up.The shopkeeper of the Song family froze.In front of the village and behind the village, the civilized stick is no longer mentioned, and the moon blue coat is no longer worn.On the second day, I had to sell some of my belongings, folded them into fifty shi of millet, and sent them to Dahuangpo in exchange for my fourth son.The fourth child was carried back, and he was no longer a human being, with every part of his body rotten, and he couldn't speak.The shopkeeper of the Song family was busy selling some more property to the fourth child to take care of the injury. For a while, the security chief couldn't care less about being fooled, and he couldn't care less about asking about the case in the village.There was chaos in the village. At this time, it was rumored that the mastermind of the kidnapping case was my third grandfather, who sold a small grass donkey at home and entrusted bandits to do it.The trouble is that this kind of thing can't be investigated by bandits, and it's hard for anyone to say who did it.The third grandpa was walking on the street, anyway, with his head held high.The villagers speculated about the situation, and felt that the position of the shopkeeper of the Song family was not yet stable, and the Zhong family was not easy to mess with.At this time, seeing the third grandpa walking on the street, everyone ordered their rice bowls to say hello: "Third, let's eat here!" "Third, I'm off the mark first!" The third grandpa held his head high and held his chest high, without looking straight at him: "What's the matter, we've already eaten a dick! Do you think we're relying on a tough boss? You think we guys are vegetarians!" It was very embarrassing for people.In the end, in order to avoid disputes, everyone unanimously gave up the habit of bringing bowls to the door to eat, and hid at home to eat.When it was time to eat, there was no one in the street. The fourth son of the Song family finally recovered from his illness.The brothers of the Song family were relieved, and they all proposed to seek revenge from the third grandfather. The shopkeeper of the Song family stopped him: "Hold it, hold it back, you didn't grab his hand, why are you looking for him?" That's how it went.The shopkeeper of the Song family started to serve as his security chief again, and let Xiaolu Baoding play small cymbals, pass it on with a tin trumpet, and go to the earth temple in the west of the village to settle the case.Normal order was restored in the village.As soon as the case was settled, the third grandpa wandered there again with a dung fork.This dung fork greatly affected the mood of the case. The Double Ninth Festival is here.Everyone goes to relatives.Shen's family has a relative with Balizhuang, ten miles away, and they are assigned to the third grandpa's family, so he should move around.It just so happened that the third grandpa's calf was suffering from typhoid fever, and there was a Chinese doctor in Balizhuang who would see some veterinarians by the way, so the third grandpa took the calf to go on a date trip.There is a ballet on the arm, and there are more than a dozen steamed buns in the ballet.On the road, we passed a piece of mulberry willow, and next to it was a piece of hemp forest.As he was walking, there was a "cracking" sound of falling down in the trip.The third grandpa suddenly remembered something and ran away when gunshots rang out behind him.A shot hit the third grandfather in the shoulder, and the blood gushed out "chug".The third grandpa still ran away.Another shot came, the bull fell down, and the third grandpa ran into a hemp field and took his life.Such a bold and reckless man was frightened by the gunshot.After escaping home, his shoulder was bleeding continuously, and he was still shaking, not knowing how to cover his wound. It was rumored afterwards that the shooter was hired by the shopkeeper of the Song family for ten dollars.It is said that after the shooter came back, he was complained by the shopkeeper of the Song family: Sang Liu is so close to the road, why can't he aim correctly?So he took back five oceans.However, one shot was not bad, and the shopkeeper of the Song family was quiet for a while.The third grandpa raised the wound at home for three months, and the Song family settled the case for three months. No one wandered around in front of the earthen temple with a dung fork. Three months later, the third grandfather recovered from his gunshot wound and started walking on the street again.But the villagers didn't dare to ask about his gunshot wound, they all said: "The third master came out?" They all hid at home to eat again. However, after the third grandpa recovered from his injury, he kept himself a lot better. He no longer carried the dung fork to the temple, but squatted at the door of the house to bask in the sun, not moving day by day.Everyone thought that the third grandpa was honest and the overall situation was settled, and they brought out rice bowls one after another, and when they saw the shopkeeper of the Song family, they asked rice to say hello again.Unexpectedly, a month later, he found out that the third grandfather had secretly sent his fifteen-year-old son (that is, Uncle Nu) to a bandit's door to kowtow and become a servant.The bandit was called Li Xiaobai, and he organized a guerrilla team, divided into the Long Spear Squad and the Short Spear Squad.His team generally doesn't harass the people, but when things go wrong, they don't recognize their relatives.His territory is very clearly defined, with a radius of 50 li, counting under his rule, when other bandits come, he fights bandits, when Japan comes, he fights Japan, when the Central Army comes, he fights the Central Army, when the Eighth Route Army comes, he fights the Eighth Route Army. He doesn't beat people if they don't come.He did not give preferential treatment to prisoners when he arrested people, and buried them alive: dig a deep pit with the same height as a person, put his head down, put it in, and leave without burying the soil.Uncle Nu was working as an orderly for Li Xiaobai there. The orderly became You Renyue, and came back with a box cannon on his back, and a few men with long guns behind him.That day, the shopkeeper of the Song family was asking questions in the earth temple in the west of the village. He had just finished eating hot cakes and was listening to both sides' statements with his hands on his head.Suddenly, I saw Uncle Nu and several people walking from a distance with guns on their backs. Knowing that something was wrong, they couldn't care less about asking the case, so they got up and ran away.But it was too late, as soon as he walked around the earth temple, he was caught by Uncle Nu.In broad daylight, the shopkeeper of the Song family was stripped of his clothes, naked and tied behind his back, and escorted to the mound behind the village.Although the shopkeeper of the Song family had a few brothers, when he saw Li Xiaobai's team, it was too late to kowtow, so how dare he speak up? In this way, on the mound at the back of the village, the third grandfather was sitting there with his arms folded, the shopkeeper of the Song family was kneeling beside him, Li Xiaobai's family were chatting, laughing and smoking, and Xiaolu Baoding was digging a hole.After the pit was dug, the third grandpa said: "Boss, please." The shopkeeper of the Song family acted like a tough guy at first, and said to Xiaolu Baoding: "Dig the pit deeper, so as not to hide in it." Now that he really saw the deep pit, his buttocks slumped, and he knelt down and moved in front of the third grandfather and said: "Third brother, please spare me, I shouldn't be the security chief!" The third grandfather said: "Why shouldn't it be, let's do it, it shouldn't be a good thing." The shopkeeper of the Song family said: "I shouldn't be the security chief, let me go." The third grandfather said bluntly: "Xiao Nuo, untie the security chief!" Uncle Nu stepped forward to untie the rope for the shopkeeper of the Song family.The shopkeeper of the Song family kowtowed on the ground again, got up and left.At this time, the third grandpa took the gun from Uncle Nu, pointed it at the naked shopkeeper of the house, and fired it. Unfortunately, he hadn't used a gun before, and he shot it, but missed, and the shopkeeper of the Song family smoked from his buttocks.The shopkeeper of the Song family ran as fast as he heard the gunshot, and was about to get into a patch of mulberry willows. The third grandpa patted his thigh anxiously: "It's over, it's over." At this time, a shot rang out with a "bang", and the shopkeeper of the Song family fell down.The third grandfather turned his head, and the gunmen were still chatting, laughing and smoking, but they couldn't figure out who fired the gun.The third grandpa wiped off the sweat from his brow, and ran up to look at the shopkeeper of the Song family.The shopkeeper of the Song family was still hunched over to vent his anger.The third grandpa said: "Baochang, I can't survive!" The shopkeeper of the Song family thought for a while, but he couldn't survive, so he let out a sigh of relief and died with his ass pouted. The brother of the shopkeeper of the Song family reported this case of public murder to the village chief, Zhou Squire.When Zhou Xiangshen heard that the security chief had been killed in broad daylight, he was very annoyed, and immediately wanted to punish the third grandfather.But after inquiring about it later, the third grandpa and his son were serving as orderlies in Li's team, so he immediately became discouraged, quieted down, and stopped talking about it.The villagers closed their doors after eating. Three days later, the third grandfather pushed two stones of sesame seeds, came to Zhou's house, and said: "Master, there is no security chief in the village." Squire Zhou waved his hands again and again: "Push back Zhima, push back Zhima, your Shen village is really a bunch of mobs. It's been decades, and they still don't accept their education. Forget it, forget it, this village doesn't have a security chief, let it be a mess , Let's see where it can get messed up!" Since then, Shencun no longer has a security chief, leaving only a Xiaolu Baoding in charge of collecting land taxes.There was no leader in the village, and the order in the village immediately fell into chaos.Wells are not sealed, sorghum is not punished, pigs and dogs are no longer dyed, and everything is in chaos.The people have no place to appeal their grievances, no place to speak out their reasons, and they have become a world of lonely old people, broken shoes, thieves and thieves everywhere.Coincidentally, another wave of locusts flew over, covering the sky and the sun, eating up the crops, and came to eat people again.The third grandfather was also eaten by locusts this year. three The People's Liberation Army is here.liberated.The squire Zhou in the village was dragged out and shot.Shencun village began to be divided into divisions.The Song family became landlords.Although the shopkeeper of the Song family died, he still left behind his descendants and brothers.My grandparents' family scraped salt soil and sold salt for a living all their lives, and they were classified as poor peasants.Although the ancestors were false village chiefs for a while, the case was clear and public outrage was not great at that time. What's more, the landlord and false security chief, the shopkeeper of the Song family, was beaten to death by my third grandfather.At this time, Uncle Nu in the sequence of the third grandfather became a soldier of the People's Liberation Army.Although he had been a bandit for a while and worked as an orderly beside Li Xiaobai, Li Xiaobai was beaten to death as soon as the People's Liberation Army came. Uncle Nu and others surrendered, thus becoming the People's Liberation Army.After serving in the People's Liberation Army for two years, I was demobilized and returned to my hometown, and walked around the village like everyone else. At this time, the head of the village changed his name to branch secretary, and he was a man surnamed Sun who was previously unknown.He is short, with a lion's head, and his hair and eyebrows are connected, but he has been a party secretary for a long time, sixteen years in one go.When I was eight years old, I was fortunate enough to go to a village ten miles away to hang a funeral with this branch secretary.The deceased and the Shen and Sun families had some close relatives, so they went with each other.He took a big pick, which contained more than a dozen black bowls, and there were some mixed vegetables in the black bowls; I took a small pick, which contained twenty or thirty steamed buns.I remember that it had just rained that day, and the road was very wet. It was very interesting to walk with Lao Sun one after the other.Lao Sun has no airs, and asked me on the way: "Shall we cry there?" I said, "Everyone's family is dead, why don't you cry?" He said, "I'm just afraid that I won't be able to cry when I see the battle." Later, when I got to the coffin, I saw the deceased lying on a moon-blue quilt with his eyes closed and his mouth closed. I cried, and my grandson also cried.After weeping, went to the grave, and ate, my grandson and I came back.I am quite satisfied with this funeral.Because when we were crying, the deacon next to us yelled: "The two guests from Shencun have a banquet—" Majestic and majestic, all the dutiful sons fell down on the ground crying with us.But I heard that Lao Sun was a little dissatisfied with the mourning, and said to others: "The dishes are so outrageous, there are still a few pig hairs on the skin!" The old grandson moved from other places in my uncle's generation. Before liberation, the whole family begged for food.It is said that he never thought that he would become the leader of Shencun.Coincidentally, when the land reform team was going to the countryside, a worker surnamed Zhang was sent to his home for dinner.There is nowhere to go for food. People who beg for food are nothing more than sweet potato wheels dipped in salt water.After dipping in salt water and eating the reels, the Zhang staff inspired him to actively fight against landlords, and later encouraged him to join the party.Although he took home an extra earth urn when distributing things, he was sent back after being criticized and educated, so a meeting was held, and Zhang staff elected him as party secretary.At that time, he was still crying and spreading his hands to the chapter staff: "Worker, I know how to beg for food, but I have never been a branch secretary!" Worker Zhang also criticized him: "You have never been a party secretary. Who in your village has been a party secretary? It is because you are begging for food that you are allowed to be a party secretary. If you are a beggar, you will be a party secretary. In the future, everyone will not want food!" In this way, Lao Sun became the party secretary, "and began to lead more than 300 people to do this and that, and began to lead everyone into mutual aid groups, cooperatives, and people's communes. When everyone saw him, they called him "Old Sun" at first, and then "" "Secretary Party Secretary". At the beginning, Lao Sun was a little uncomfortable when he heard people calling "Secretary Party Secretary". Gradually, he got used to it and let others call him.当支书，村里不能开会，一开会，他头天晚上就睡不着，围着村子转圈，像得了夜游症。共产党会又多，弄得老孙挺苦，整夜整夜地不睡，两眼挂满了血丝。 村里开会，老孙讲话。老孙坐不住，浑身像爬满了蛇咬，起来坐下，坐下起来，头点屁股撅的，重来重去就那两句话： “章书记说了，不让搞单干，让搞互助组！” “章书记说了，不让搞互助组，让搞合作社！” “章书记说了，不让搞合作社，让搞人民公社！” 虽然互助组、合作社、人民公社大家都搞了，但对老孙的评价并不高，说他站没站相、坐没坐相，没个支书的样子，“讲话头点屁股撅的，坐都坐不住，没个支书的样子！” 头人一没样子，就压不住台，村里就乱。孤老、破鞋、盗贼，本来解放时被解放军打了下去，现在又随着互助组、合作社、人民公社发展起来。村子一乱，工作就不好搞，每次老孙到公社开会，申村的工作都评个倒数第一。章书记批评老孙，说他工作做得不深不透： “老孙啊老孙，你真是就会要饭，不会当支书！” 老孙红着脸说：“章书记，咱可哪样工作都没拉下！” 章书记摇摇头说：“以后多努力吧！” 这时村里的村丁仍是小路。小路解放前虽然当过伪保丁，但因为成份划的是贫农，业务又熟悉，民愤也不大，老孙又让他当村丁。不过这时不叫村丁，改叫村务员。洋铁皮喇叭和小钹不用了，新换了一架铜锣。每当老孙从公社开会回来，小路村务员就打着铜锣从街上穿过：“开会啦，开会啦，吃过饭到村西土庙里开会啦！” 一到开会，就该老孙当夜游神和头点屁股撅，所以老孙常对小路发脾气： “敲一趟够了，敲来敲去地喊，你娘死了？” 小路委屈地说：。“一会儿人不齐，你又该埋怨我！” 老孙双手相互抓着，不再理人。 除了开会，老孙还有另一项任务，就是仍得给村里三百多口人断案。兄弟斗殴、婆媳吵架、孤老、破鞋、盗贼等一干杂事，都来找老孙说理。这比开会搞互助组还让老孙作难。老孙常在村西土庙里的案桌后抓手： “娘啊，这村怎么这么难弄！” 而且案子不经他断还好，一经他断，越断越糊涂，弄不清老二老三倒底谁有理，都挺委屈。老二老三说： “鸡巴老孙，应名当了支书，连案都断不清！” 村里越发乱。老孙很生气。后来听了小路村务员的建议，在村里重新恢复祖上当村长时的“封井”和“染头”制度。果然，祖上的法宝能够治国，村里男女猪狗规矩许多。案件发生率下降。老孙喜欢得双手乱抓：“早该'封井'和'染头'！” 公社章书记下乡检查工作，看到村里红红绿绿的猪狗，奇怪地问：“搞啥样名堂！” 这时老孙倒机灵，答出一句：“这叫村民自治！” 弄得章书记也笑了：“好，好，村民自治！” 转眼到了一九五九年。这天老孙又从公社开会回来，让小路打锣，一干人集合，老孙站在桌子上说： “章书记说了，让合大伙，大家在一个锅里吃！” 会开完，开始收粮食，收锅。但这项工作老孙又落到了别的村后边，粮食、锅收得不彻底。本来村里只让冒一股烟儿，申村夜里还有人冒烟儿。弄得章书记很不满意，在大会上批评： “有的村白天冒一股烟儿，夜里个别还冒烟儿！” 又对老孙说：“你不顶事，你不顶事！” 为了灭烟儿，章书记启用了当过土匪和解放军的我孬舅，选他进入领导班子，当了个治安员。孬舅这人头很小，但眼睛特亮，一激动爱咳嗽吹气。他咳嗽着对章书记说：“章书记，放心吧，三天以后，让他谁也不冒烟儿！” 为了灭烟儿，他带着小路村务员，成夜成夜不睡，看谁家屋顶冒烟。谁家一冒烟，他们就跑上去挖粮食。挖不出粮食，就把人带到村西土庙里吊起来，一吊就吊出了粮食。孬舅六亲不认，我二姥爷家冒烟儿，他把二姥爷也吊了起来。二姥爷在梁上说： “小孬，放下我，小时候我让你吃过小枣！” 孬舅倒吊着大枪，指着二姥爷说：“就是因为吃过小枣，才吊你，不然照我过去的脾气，挖个坑埋了你！” 申村从此不再乱冒烟儿。孬舅受到章书记表扬，成了积极分子。孬舅也很激动，倒背着枪在村里走来走去，见人就吹气。一到开饭时间，一家一个人在村西土庙前排队领饭。孬舅便去维持秩序，推推那个拥拥这个： “不要挤，不要挤，吃个饭，像抢孝帽子！” 大家对他比对老孙还害怕，领到瓢里饭，见他都让： “孬叔，这儿吃吧！” “孬叔，我这先偏了！” 孬舅吹着气不理人。有时也说：“吃吧吃吧。” 大锅饭一开始还可以。有干有稀，有汤有水，比各家开小灶吃得还好。各家开小灶舍不得吃，大家一块吃饭，才舍得吃。弄得大家挺满意。 “这倒不用做饭了！”大家说。 后来不行了。村里发大水，冲得锅里的汤水越来越稀。那时我姥娘在大伙上当炊事员，说三百多口子人，一顿饭才下七斤豆面，饿得大家不行。姥娘一说起七斤豆面就说：“现在过的可不能算赖！” 或：“不赖，不赖，就这就不赖！” 我二姥爷就是这一年给饿死的。二姥爷是条二百多斤重的胖汉。听我姥娘说，他十七岁到十二里外延屯一家地主去扛长工，主家门了一锅小米饭给他吃。二姥爷一气吃了十二海碗。主家拍着他的肩膀说： “留下吧，留下吧，能吃就能干！” 但到了一九六○年，二姥爷挪着浮肿的双腿来到伙上，对我姥娘说：“嫂子，实在受不了啦！现在想扛长工也找不到主儿啊！” 我姥娘偷偷塞到他手里一蛋子生面，他马上含到嘴里就化了。当天晚上，他吊死在后园子里一棵楝树上。听卸尸首的人讲，身子已经很轻了。一九六○年饿死的人多，吊死的人少，申村就二姥爷一个。 孬舅托章书记的福，当了治安员，这一年没有饿死。开饭之前，他背着大枪来到伙房，下到锅里乱捞，捞些豆掺吃吃。或者弄些豆面，自己拍成铜钱大的生面饼，放到口袋里，背条大枪在街上走，时不时掏出一个扔到嘴里吃。看到有人眼来眼去，他还生气： “拍两个生面小豆饼吃吃，就眼来眼去啦！咱还当这个鸡巴干部干什么！” 不过孬舅也有一个好处，他吃就是一个人吃，不捎带家属，不让孬妗和一帮孩子吃。孬妗和孩子们饿得不会动，他也不让他们吃。大家反倒说孬舅这人不错： “吃吧也就一个人吃，老婆孩子不吃。” 一次孬舅倒是掏出一个豆面小饼。递给支书老孙吃。老孙胆子小，抓挠着双手说： “大家都饿死了，咱们还吃豆面小饼，多不好。” 孬舅马上将豆面小饼收回去：“你不吃拉倒。你不吃豆面小饼，他就不饿死了？” 老孙马上说：“那让我吃一个吧。” 于是孬舅让他吃了一个。据说小路村务员也吃过一个。有次孬舅看我（当时三岁）饿得不行，蹲在南墙跟，头耷拉着像只小瘟鸡似的，还掏出一个让我吃。我永远说孬舅这人不错，大灾大难之年，让我吃过一个豆面小饼。据说孬舅还让别人吃过，让村里的媳妇吃，谁跟他睡觉他让谁吃。大家争着与他睡觉。后来孬舅又不让媳妇吃，让闺女吃，一个豆面小饼一个闺女。但搞不明白的是，他一个也不让孬妗和孩子们吃。孬妗饿得两腿不会走，他也不让她吃。 这年申村社会秩序不错，没有发生什么案件，没人找老孙和孬舅到村西土庙前断官司。封井不封井，染头不染头，大家都很守规矩。 后来村里终于停伙。老孙叫小路打锣，集合一干人说：“村里没豆面了，开不了伙了，大家说，怎么办吧！” 大家想想说：“还能怎么办？开不了伙，咱们就要饭呗！“于是大家四处奔散着要饭。倒是在要饭上，谁去哪村谁去哪村，划分得合理不合理，引起了矛盾。只好由老孙和孬舅在村西土庙里重新设了案桌，断了断，重新划分划分，大家才四处奔散着要饭。 老孙是要饭出身，有经验，他等别人走完，才端着碗去要。他要饭哪村也不去，一要就到镇上，去敲公社章书记家的门。章书记也饿得小了一圈，开门看到老孙端个碗，不由叹气：“我说让要饭的当支书，以后可以不要饭，谁知还得要饭！” 老孙敲着碗边就要唱曲儿，章书记慌忙说： “别唱了别唱了，老孙，给你一个红薯叶锅饼。” 于是给了老孙一个红薯叶锅饼。 孬舅这人气魄大，扔下大枪要饭，一要要到了山西，在那呆了三年。后来听说一个小儿子叫石磙的在山上让狼吃了（那天一个人上山打柴）。到了一九六三年，孬舅又带着剩下的一干人回来了。虽然吃了一个石磙，但孬妗又生下一个钢磙。 回来以后，村里发生些变化。大家又都能吃饱。虽说剩下二百多口人，但大家又开始恢复正常的繁衍生息。全村又开始到处冒烟儿。支书仍是老孙。老孙念孬舅曾让他吃过一个豆面小饼，仍让他当治安员。村务员仍是小路。大家吃饱以后，这时又开始生事。兄弟斗殴、婆媳吵架、孤老、破鞋、盗贼等一干杂事，又开始滋生。 村西土庙前，又重新设起了案桌。孬舅的大枪还在，不过锈成了一个铁疙瘩。孬舅用豆油擦了擦，倒又擦出个模样。三人一商量，又开始对村子实行封井与染头制度。 孬舅又开始背着大枪在街上走。申村便也恢复了正常秩序。