Chapter 244 Two plutarch mothers slurring

One evening, little Gavroche ate nothing, remembering that he hadn't eaten anything the night before, and it was unbearable to go on like this.He resolved to find something to satisfy his hunger.He went to the wilderness beyond the women's workhouse to think about it, and there might be some windfalls in that area, and there was always something to be found where there were no people.He went on until he came to a place where some people lived, which might have been the village of Austerlitz. The first few times he had wandered about the place he had noticed an old garden where an old man and an old woman lived, and a passable apple tree in it.Next to the apple tree is a fresh fruit box that is not tightly closed, and you may be able to touch a handful of apples from it.An apple is a night meal, an apple can save a life.He who killed Adam might save Gavroche.The garden was next to a deserted dirt alley, overgrown with weeds on both sides, and the house hadn't been built yet. There was a fence between the garden and the alley.

Gavroche went to the garden, found the alley, recognized the apple tree, saw the fresh fruit box, and studied the fence, which could be crossed by lifting one's legs.It was getting dark, and there was not even a cat in the alley, which was just the right time.Gavroche made a posture to step over the fence, but stopped suddenly.Someone in the garden was talking.Gavroche leaned into a gap and looked in. Two paces from him, at the bottom of the fence on the other side, exactly at the gap he had thought to cross, lay a stone that served as a bench, and the old man in the garden was sitting on it. On Shishang, an old woman stood in front of him.The old woman was babbling.Gavroche, not knowing much, overheard their conversation.

"Monsieur Mabeuf!" said the old woman. "Mabeuf!" thought Gavroche, "what a strange name." The old man being called did not move at all.The old woman said again: "Monsieur Mabeuf!" The old man, keeping his eyes on the ground, decided to answer. "What is it, Mother Plutarch?" "Mother Plutarch!" thought Gavroche, "another queer name." Mother Plutarch continued to talk, but the old man was very reluctant to answer. "The owner of the house is not happy." "why?" "We're three quarters behind on rent."

"In three months, four quarters will be owed." "He said he was going to throw you out." "I'll just go." "The firewood lady wants us to pay. She won't supply any more twigs. What will you keep warm this winter? We won't have any more firewood." "Is there a sun?" "The butcher won't pay on credit. He doesn't give meat any more." "Just right. I can't digest the meat. It's too greasy." "what to eat?" "eat bread." "The bread seller demanded a settlement, and he also said: 'Without money, there is no bread.'"

"Ok." "What do you eat?" "We have apples from this apple tree." "But, sir, we can't live without money like this." "I do not have money." The old woman left and the old man was left alone.He began to think.Gavroche was also thinking.It was almost dark. The first result of Gavroche's thinking was to squat under the fence, not wanting to turn over.Branches near the ground are sparser. "Hey!" thought Gavroche, "a closet!" and he squatted there.His back was almost leaning on Mr. Ma Baifu's stone bench.He could hear the eighty-year-old's breathing.

So, instead of supper, he had to go to sleep. The cat sleeps with one eye closed.Gavroche dozed and looked around. The pale light in the sky reflected the ground white, and the alley became a gray road between two rows of dark bushes. Suddenly, on the white road, two figures appeared.One walked in front and the other followed, only a few steps apart. "Two creatures come," whispered Gavroche. The first shadow seemed to be an old man with his head down, thinking about something, dressed very simply, walking slowly due to his advanced age, as if he was wandering at night under the starlight.

The second was a tall, slender man with an upright and brisk walk.He was walking slowly in keeping with the pace of the person in front of him. From his deliberate slowing down of his steps, one could see his briskness and vigor.This figure has a sinister and annoying taste, and the whole shape reminds one of the fashionable teenagers at that time. The hat is of a good style, and he is wearing a black riding jacket, which is well-cut and the material should be of the best quality. It is tightly wrapped around the waist. .The head is raised upwards, with a vigorous and beautiful demeanor, reflecting the pale light in the twilight, and a profile of a beautiful boy is exposed under the hat.There is a rose in the mouth of the silhouette, which is familiar to Gavroche, he is Montparnasse.

He knew nothing about the other man, except that he was an old man. Gavroche immediately entered into observation. Of these two passers-by, it was obvious that one of them was plotting against the other.Gavroche was in a convenient place for observation.The so-called wall box happens to be a shelter. It is extremely terrifying to come out to hunt on Mount Parnas at such a time and in such a place.Gavroche felt that his wild boy's kindness was complaining for the old man. what to do?Go out and interfere?Save the old and the weak with the weak!That would only provide a laughing stock for Montparnasse, and Gavroche knew perfectly well that, for that murderous eighteen-year-old gangster, he could swallow an old one and a young one in two bites.

Gavroche was hesitating, and the ferocious assault had begun there.The attack of the tiger on the wild ass, the attack of the spider on the fly.Montparnasse suddenly dropped the rose, rushed at the old man, seized him by the collar, and grabbed him by the throat, holding him so hard that Gavroche managed not to cry out.After a while, one of the two was crushed by the other, hoarse and still struggling, with an iron knee resting on his chest.But things were not quite as Gavroche expected.Below, is Mont Parnas, and above, the old man. All this happened two paces from Gavroche. When the old man was hit, he immediately fought back fiercely. In a blink of an eye, the attacker and the victim exchanged positions.

"What a veteran!" thought Gavroche. He couldn't help clapping his hands.But it was a futile applause.The applause did not reach the two combatants, who were fighting with all their strength, panting like cows, and their ears were completely useless. Suddenly, there was no sound at all.Montparnasse has ceased fighting.Gavroche said to himself: "He's dead!" The old man did not say a word, nor did he shout.He got up, and Gavroche heard him say to Mont Parnas: "stand up." Mount Parnas got up, but the old man still held on to him.Mount Parnas was ashamed and annoyed, looking like a wolf bitten by a sheep.

Gavroche watched with open eyes, listened, and tried to help his eyes with his ears.He was so happy. As a bystander, his conscientious anxiety was compensated.He heard their conversation, and their words, coming out of the darkness, had an indescribably tragic quality to them.The old man asked, and Parnas Hill answered. "How old are you?" "Nineteen." "You have strength and a strong body. Why don't you work?" "Unhappy." "What line of work do you do?" "Wander around." "Speak nicely. Can I do something for you? What would you like to do?" "Be a robber." The conversation stopped.The old man seemed to be thinking deeply.He didn't move at all, and he didn't relax Montparnasse. The young gangster was vigorous and agile, like a wild animal caught in an iron clip, jumping around from time to time.He made a sudden jerk, tried a hooked leg, and twisted his limbs desperately, trying to escape.As if the old man didn't feel this, he grabbed his arms with one hand, calmly, and remained motionless. After pondering for a while, the old man fixed his gaze on Mount Parnas, and in the dark, gave him some earnest advice in a gentle tone, and the words entered Gavroche's ears: "My child, you want to do nothing, and enter into the hardest life. Ah! You say you're loitering, and get ready to work. Have you ever seen a terrible machine? It's called a flake mill. Be careful with it, it is a sinister thing, if it catches a corner of your clothes, you will be sucked in. This machine is like a habit of idleness. Don't mess with it. Get out of the way while you're not caught! Or you're screwed, and in no time you're stuck in that set of gears. Once you're stuck in it, you can't hope for anything. You'll Suffer for a lifetime, lazybones! There will be no more rest. The iron hand of unforgiving drudgery has seized you. Earn your own food, get a job, do your duty, you won't! Like others Then you are not happy! Well! You will not be like everyone else. Labor is the law. Whoever resists it as a nuisance will labor under compulsion. You will not be a worker, you must be a slave Labor relaxes you on one side only to grab you on the other, and instead of being its friend you must become its slave. Ah! You will go to hell when you reject the honest fatigue of men. Sweat. Where others sing, you will wail and cry. You will only be able to watch others work from afar, from below, and you will feel that they are resting. Diggers, farmers, sailors, blacksmiths, All will appear in the light before your eyes in the form of happy people in heaven. What a light in the anvil! It is a joy to make the plow and bind the hay. What joy it is to sail the ship in the wind! You idler, Go hoe, drag, roll, go! Take your yoke, you are a beast of burden hauling carts in hell! Ah! To do nothing, that is your purpose. Well! You will There won't be a week, a day, an hour without suffering. Your back will ache when you lift anything. Every passing minute will make your muscles crack. Light as a feather to others Things will be as heavy to you as a rock. The simplest things will be too hard. Life will be against you at every turn. Taking a step and taking a breath will be a laborious chore. Your lungs will You feel like a heavy burden. Whether to go this way or that way will become a difficult problem to be solved. Anyone who wants to go out, he only needs to push the door, and when the door opens, he is outside. And you, you If you want to go out, you have to make a hole in your wall. If you want to go to the street, what do people do? They go down the stairs, everyone does; and you, you have to tear the sheets on your bed , connect it one by one into a rope, and then you have to climb out of the window, you have to hang on this rope in the air, and in the dark night, when there is strong wind, heavy rain, and flying sand and stones, And, if that rope is too short, there's only one way you can go down, down. Down blindly, down a black hole, down to an unknown depth, on something? What's down there? Fall on something, fall on something you don't know. Or you climb out of the chimney and get burned and deserve it; or you crawl out of the manure and drownIt deserves death.I haven't told you how many holes had to be covered up, how many stones had to be taken down and put back on twenty times a day, how much ashes had to be hidden in his straw.There was a lock, and the rich gentleman had a key made for him by a locksmith in his pocket.And you, if you're going to go there, you've got to make a marvelous work of a masterpiece, and you've got to take a big sou and split it in two, with what tool?Figure it out on your own.That's your business.Then, you hollow out the inside of the two pieces, and you have to be careful not to damage its appearance. Then you carve a spiral pattern along the surrounding edges, so that the two thin pieces are like a cover and a bottom. It seems that it can be tightly closed.After the upper and lower pieces are screwed tightly in this way, others will not be able to guess at all.To the wardens, because you are under surveillance, it's just a big sou; to you, it's a box.What do you put in this box?A small piece of steel.A watch spring, into which you have chiseled teeth, to make it a saw.This saw, hidden in the sour, is only as long as a pin, with which you can saw off the top of a lock, the bar of a doorbolt, the beam of a padlock, the bars of your window, and the irons of your feet.This masterpiece is done, this marvelous tool is done, this series of ingenious, delicate, subtle, painstaking miracles are performed, what will you be paid if it is found out that you have done it?Sitting in the dungeon.This is your future.Laziness, love of comfort, what a precipice!It's a pathetic plan to do nothing, you know?To live idly and exclusively on the material goods of society!Be a useless, that is to say, harmful person!That can only take us all the way to the end of the road.To be a parasite is bound to be misfortune.Such people can only become maggots.what!You are not happy at work!what!You have only one thought: drink well, eat well, sleep well.In the future, you can only drink water, eat black bread, sleep on a plank, and have iron pieces riveted on your hands and feet, making you feel cold all night long!You're going to break those iron pieces and run away.This is good.You will crawl in the grass, you will eat grass like a wild man in the woods.Then you were arrested again.Then, for years at a time, you'll be in the gutter, chained to the wall, groping for water from your crock, eating a horrific piece of black bread not even a dog would eat, eating that Broad beans that have been eaten away by moths before you reach your mouth.You will be a wood turtle in the cellar.what!Have pity on yourself, poor child, at such a young age, you have not been weaned for twenty years, and you must still have a mother!I sincerely advise you to listen to me.You wear fine black material, thin-soled patent leather shoes, have your hair permed and balmed in your shaggy locks, please women, and look beautiful.As a result, you will be pushed into a bald head, wearing a red hat and wooden shoes.You will wear a ring on your finger, and in the future you will wear a shackle around your neck.And, as long as you look at a woman, I will give you a stick.Moreover, you enter at the age of twenty and exit at the age of fifty!You were a young man when you entered, with a blush face, fresh skin, sparkling eyes, a mouth full of white teeth, and beautiful black hair. When you came out, you were broken, bent, wrinkled, and toothless. It was so ugly. Yes, the hair is also white!what!My poor child, you are on the wrong track, the slacker has a bad idea for you, and the hardest job is robbing people.Trust me, don't do the drudgery of being a slob.It's not that convenient to be a villain.It's less trouble to be an honest man.Now go and think about what I have told you.What did you want from me just now?My purse.here. " The old man released Montparnasse, put his purse in his hand, took Montparnasse, weighed it in his hand for a moment, and then, with mechanical caution, tucked it behind his riding jacket. in his pocket, as if he had stolen it. When the old man had said and done this, he turned his back and continued his walk peacefully. "Stupid old man!" muttered Montparnasse. Who is that old man?Readers must have already guessed it. Montparnasse watched blankly as he disappeared into the hazy night.This gaze must have brought him misfortune. The old man was walking away, when Gavroche came from nearby. Gavroche glanced aside, and saw Father Mabeuf still sitting on the stone bench, as if asleep.Immediately the wild boy emerged from his grassy nest, hid himself in the shadows, and crawled towards the back of the standing Mont Parnas.In this way, he came to the side of Mont Parnas, without being seen or heard by him, he put his hand gently into the back pocket of the riding jacket of good black material, grabbed the purse, and retracted it. hand, crawling back again, like a snake slithering in the dark.Montparnasse had no reason to be vigilant, and for the first time in his life he was thinking, without realizing it.When Gavroche returned to Father Mabeuf, he threw the purse over the fence and ran away. The wallet fell on Father Mabei's feet, waking him up.He bent down and picked up his wallet.He didn't know what was going on, so he opened it to look.It was a purse divided into two compartments, with some change in one compartment and six napoleons in the other. Ma Baifu was taken aback, and took the thing to his maid. "It fell from the sky," said Mama Plutarch.