Chapter 5 Watchman Ah Han

In our county town, the general businessmen, helpers, and gangsters are worthy of adding the word "Bo" under his surname. This proves that he has some virtues, and ordinary people have respected him. up.Just like Uncle Han who sells sweet potatoes at the entrance of the road, Uncle Song who sells sedan chairs, etc. Although this character has a lot to do with the color of your hair and the length of your beard, if you are usually misbehaving, or a little ruffian, or have a staid temper, like Lao Yang who sells water or Lao Zhao who works as a contractor, you are not afraid of your hair. It's all white, and the beard is black. Their mother-in-law's family, children, don't they just chase after you, "Old Yang with rotten feet! Send me a load of water", "Master Zhao Mazi, I've been wearing this clothes for three days." I want it," then shouted bluntly!Since you have no way to force someone to call you uncle, you naturally have no choice but to use those unpleasant nicknames with a disrespectful nasal voice.

This shows how much the townspeople attach great importance to the phrase "famous utensils should not be used indiscriminately". Ah Han, who lives in a house in the Nanmen Ditang that does not require rent money, beats even more as his profession.People in their fifties are not considered very old.Moreover, the hair is not white, and the chin is also bald.But also strange!All the streets where his clapper sounded at night, when he walked to those places during the day, he only heard the very affectionate shout of "Han Bo, Han Bo".If you say that his respected virtue is in terms of his job as a shift watcher, it depends on whether he always likes to go to the small millet wine stall under the city gate to have a drink.When he came back after drinking, he fell asleep under the earth seat upside down.Whenever I wake up, I will take out the pillow that was used as a pillow. I am less careful than the great monk who knocked on the wooden fish to read scriptures, and went to the street to knock on it.Sometimes around two o'clock, he would be dazed and beat "Pang, pong, pong, pong" four times in a row; The trumpeters were already practicing their voices with their swollen lips "da-da-" in front of the gate.

This kind of person who doesn't know sooner or later, if it's someone else, who would want him to do the watch again?But everyone knew Han Bo's temper, and never taught him a lesson.If there wasn't someone who was more mean, he would just scold him with a smile, "Uncle Han, who is always forgetful and dizzy". Then he will lift his head up and look at the cloudy white sky over the corner of the eaves "Oh! Bright!You can’t tell when you don’t let go of the wake-up cannon…” Then he had no choice but to carry his heirloom on his shoulders and slowly walk to sleep. When he walked past Yang Xixi’s stall, if Yang Xixi and his wife had already opened the door, kneading noodles and frying fried dough sticks After meeting him, I will definitely tease him again, "Han Bo, what's the matter?I just heard you wake up in the middle of the night!

Who did you have a drink with tonight? " "Oh, I'm old. I'm useless. When I fall asleep, I feel like I'm dead—" He always smiled and talked to Xixi and his wife in a self-reproachful tone. Sometimes, the people in Xixi House casually called out, "Han Bo, drink a bowl of hot pig's blood!" He sat down on the dirty square table unceremoniously. Being polite is hypocrisy.The rewards of being polite are mental suffering and material sacrifice; not to mention that the people in Xixiwu are so generous. But where is his advantage?It is because of his kindness.

He was indeed too kind. He didn't go to the Zhongying yamen at the end of every month like the second brother Shan, who guarded the city, to receive some salary: two taels of eight cents, and a grain ticket for three buckets and six liters.The source of his food and drink is to rely on the donations from the various households he has walked through—or people who have heard of him recklessly.Although there are not many household registrations in this section of South Street, the donations are enough for him to drink four or two bags of Gu Shao Baijiu every night.For the sake of convenience, he doesn't collect donations at the end of every month like the donations from households; but he collects some from one family today and picks up some from that house tomorrow to survive.It is estimated that a circle will be made by the end of the month.When he came, you gave him two copper coins, and he took it, saying "thank you, thank you", and limped out of the gate.When I met the Zhang mansion opposite me that was so generous, he would only say "thank you, thank you" as soon as he entered the house.

It doesn't matter how much money is asked, but the word "thank you" is always used to express gratitude. This matter alone is worthy of the respect and satisfaction of the old and young in the neighborhood. This section of the street is probably because we are too close to the yamen. Since he is so disregarding the morning and night, while other places are clamoring for thieves, we have not heard of anyone being burglarized once in this section.Although there are often women from Nanmentuo all over the street to scold the chicken, but it is obvious that a few people in this street ate it.Sometimes, when we forgot to close the door at night, he would knock into my yard and wake up our family from our dreams.

"Hehe! Madam, young master, Mrs. Zhang, you forgot to latch the door again tonight!" When he yelled like this, our whole family laughed in the quilt.At this time, my mother will tell my sister-in-law Zhang who is helping me to get up and lock the door quickly, or ask me to get up and do this. "Take a picture!" "Don't take photos, don't take photos, what kind of thief is here? Does he have the guts to steal the mansion?" "Thank you! It's rare that you come to take care of me many times." "Where, where, - the master is not in the house, you young masters are gone again, if I don't help take care of it, who will come?"

"There will be four more at this time?" "Well, well, probably about the same. My ears are not very good, and I can no longer hear the watchman's voice coming from Guanjing Mountain." I said that to him and closed the door, and his bang bang sounded to the end of the street again. Until the next day, at the breakfast table, Ninth Sister and Sixth Brother still remembered what happened to Ye Lai. They tapped the edge of the table with their chopsticks and imitated Han Bo's hoarse voice, "Hehe! Madam, Young Master, Sister-in-Law Zhang, you forgot tonight again. Lock the door!"

The word "you" can be imagined how many times he has knocked on the bang and entered in my big yard! "Han Bo, what are you doing here? Didn't you come here just a few days ago to ask for money!" The naughty sixth brother always loved to joke with him, and stopped him when he came in. "No, no, I'm not here to ask for more money. Ma'am, a skinny beggar came out of nowhere today, and fell under the butcher table in front of Tongren Nie's shop and broke. Poor, my belly is sunken so deep. I don’t know how many days I haven’t had food! A man with a brain and no gauze on his body went to sleep there——this is at least a matter of our neighbors, so I have to deal with it... I just came to pay some money, It’s better to buy a box to carry him up the mountain. Poor, these are his sons and daughters too!..." Han Bo’s benevolence was deeply believed by everyone in the neighborhood.Whenever something like this happened in the section of the street he was looking for, he would immediately put the responsibility on his shoulders, and seriously walk to a few big families to pay for the coffin with his nose and tears streaming down his face. ;But he is strong and reliable, and he never wants to talk about this matter, it's really thanks to him!But the ignorant brothers and sisters all burst into laughter when they saw Ma handing over twenty copper coins and an old shirt, and when he stretched out his wet black hands on his back to accept the money. The child laughed.

"Look at Uncle Han's strange look!" "He pissed on an old cat and made a gesture of mercy." "It's not him, Xiao Han, why is he sad?" The brothers and sisters are so oily-skinned, each of them searched his whole body with those two small eyes.He didn't have time to listen to the jokes of these children, so he went to Cai Liba's house next door to me to collect donations. New Year's Eve. Which of the children does not want to celebrate the New Year?Some people say that many beautiful festivals in China are for children, which is true.But I think there are many festive seasons that children don't understand yet, and Chinese New Year is really interesting for any child to admit!You can eat realgar wine and watch dragon boats during the Dragon Boat Festival; you can eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival; you can go to the slopes to play during the Qingming Festival; Dasi Xiyuanzi; dead people can wrap white veils, can secretly knock on the smooth wooden fish of the master while kneeling, can dream and dream of eating yellow flower ears; treat guests can skip school for a day; If you wish, you can see Master Guangxing doing somersaults in a red satin cassock, and you can steal small firecrackers-but after all, the fun of Chinese New Year has to be stronger and longer.

Seeing that the elder brother sharpened the kitchen knife until it shone, and when the New Year papers were burned on the twenty-fourth day, everyone scrambled to cheer for the elder brother.Huo's blood flowed onto the money paper spread on the floor, and the chicken shook vigorously, and its leg came off its hand.At this time, Jiumei was not afraid of the dirty chicken feet, so she just pinched them vigorously.After a while, the rooster who stretched his neck and yelled just now obediently lay down on the ground.As if stretching its waist, it shakes its long, pointed hoofed feet like a calf's horn vigorously until it is cooked until it is cooked. This month until the Lantern Festival, needless to say, you don't have to go to school.It's the first day of the Lunar New Year, and my mother will definitely go to pay New Year's greetings to my husband.But at that time, the living was already very friendly, not like sitting in front of a square table, slapping Jie Fang with arrogance, asking us to move the bench to get our buttocks.And the teacher's wife will pull it to the corner of the clothes again, stuffing a string of red velvet rope to make money from white light. As long as you don't run too fast so that she can't catch up, the money will definitely be in your hands. ………… Han Bo at this time?He doesn't look like other grown-ups who can't help but frown; he doesn't have to hide all day long for fear of debt collectors coming to his door.His level of happiness is almost the same as that of a happy child. Go to this house, a few cakes; go to that house, a red fish - and money, rice, fat bacon, everything.All he had to do was to raise his voice and shout "Congratulations" when he entered the door! Every family cleaned the gates cleanly, and it is not even the 27th night, and auspicious words in gold letters on red paper have been pasted on many planks.Old Bao Qing, who sells Xiqian door gods, runs on the street, and all the debt collectors hang a woolen blue cloth bag on their backs... Ah Han thought it was very interesting to see these once-a-year fresh things.I also thought of the land hall where I lived, and in a few days it would be brightly illuminated day and night. It was solemn and lively, and I felt happy again. I took a piece of fat bacon to the second brother Shan to make peace and drink. . In front of the Land Hall, Chen Xiang made an appointment to post a pair of red couplets as usual.On the left side of the couplet is "I don't care about shochu, water and wine", and on the right side is "rooster and hen as long as they are fat".Although the pair are old, they are still playful; in addition to Chen Xiangyue's good-looking calligraphy; the paper is huge, so everyone passing by should pay attention.Although Ah Han didn't recognize any words, he could read "Shaojiu, Shuijiu, Fenjiu, Sujiu..." when he heard other people read that pair a lot.He read with a wry smile, always feeling that half of the couple was sent for him. As for the meaning of Uncle Xiangyue, probably besides being pious, he also hopes that strangers who pass by him from time to time, "Oh, the beautiful calligraphy in front of the door of the Land Hall!" Then the words ran into his ears. Han Bo these days doesn't even know who he is.Carrying a pot every day, put some fish, and limped to the top of the city to find Er Ge Shan for a drink.He drank so dizzy that he staggered back home.When I am too happy and can't bear to curb my excitement, I will gently tap the bamboo clapper that can be used as a pillow and a family property with my fingers, and sing a few lines "The old hero of Shatuo..." "Han Bo, it's Chinese New Year" ,OK!" "Okay, okay, okay, it's not good to drink every day." "You can't finish your wine, can you? You should buy us a drink too!" "Okay—hey! Don't you guys drink these days? At the boss's house, there are big pieces of meat, big vats of wine, and they just don't care about their lives..." Every morning, some people who live in When apprentices from nearby shops came to worship the gods, these little fellows would always light incense and candles, take out the steaming animals from the basket, and joke with Han Bo at the same time.The apprentices said that they were all right and not used to rest, and doing business for practice, it seemed that they might as well learn more if it wasn't entertainment at the shop counter.In fact, they have been dizzy from wine and meat these few days, as Han Bo said! For the past half month, Han Bo didn't want anyone's approval, so he officially stopped working for more than ten days. Written on May 4th, 1926 in Zhai and Moldy Xiaozhai