Chapter 13 Chapter Eleven

Gao Kangda's childhood From the age of three to five, Gao Kangda was raised and disciplined in full compliance with his father's instructions.He lived like ordinary local children, that is to say, he drank and ate, ate and slept; or, ate and slept, and slept and drank; He rolls in mud puddles all day long, smears his nose black, paints his face, shuffles his shoes, often catches flies, or hunts down butterflies in the land governed by his father.He urinates on his shoes, defecates in his underwear, blows his nose on his sleeve, lets it run in soup, makes a mess everywhere, drinks in slippers, rubs his belly with a basket, grinds his teeth with wooden shoes, washes his hands in soup, Combs hair with a bowl, wants everything, can't hold anything, can't see his mistakes, eats soup and drinks, creates something out of nothing, eats and laughs, eats with a smile, spits on a donation plate, Farting in oil, pissing in the sun, hiding in water to hide from rain, wasting time, dreaming, pretending to be honest, vomiting everywhere, talking nonsense, turning a sentence over and over again, pointing fingers and cursing, confusing black and white, scratching the surface, cheating When people talk, they swallow jujubes whole, eat the good ones first, overwhelm themselves, scratch their own itch and laugh, turn to the idea of ​​eating all day long, joke with the gods, read the scriptures for evening class in the morning, and read them with gusto, eat Bai Laila leeks, pretend to be smart, Pulling out fly legs, scribbling on paper, scribbling on parchment, running around, drinking desperately, talking to yourself, working for nothing, using clouds as a canopy, using piss as a lantern, doing a paid job Asking for two dollars' wages, pretending to be a fool and deceiving others, using the head as a swan, trying to catch a swan as soon as he jumps, refusing to follow the steps, giving him a horse, he has to count his teeth, the words are not followed by the words, and the two lives are stuck together. Cooking, tearing down the east wall to make up the west wall, creating something out of nothing, it is best to have a cooked lark fall from the sky, and say what you have to do is your own virtue, what kind of bread and soup you take, the bald monk makes no difference , vomiting everywhere every morning.His father's puppies ate from his bowl, and he ate with them.He bites their ears, they scratch his nose, he blows their asses, they lick his lips.

What else, you know, kids?Listen up, or you'll get drunk!The little rascal groped all over his nannies, up and down, back and forth--hit, hit, you ass! ——He has already started to play with his crotch, and the nurses dress it up every day with colorful branches and hydrangeas, which is dazzling, and they rub it in their hands like a plaster tube all day long. With a drum, they burst into laughter as if they had tasted something delicious. This one calls it my little plug, that one my little drill, another my coral branch, another my bung-lid, hole-stopper, eye-stopper, The drill, the little fortune pendant, the thick, hard thing under me, the hardened little one, my little bright red sausage, my little fool.

This one said, "It's mine." The one said, "It's mine." Another said, "And me, don't I have anything? Well, I'll cut it off." Another said, "Cut it off! You'll cut it, ma'am; can this child be cut off?" He is going to be a eunuch. "They also made him a fun windmill with the wings of Mirbale ① wind mill, so that he could have a windmill to play with like local children. ① This sentence originally meant throwing money into the donation tray. ① Mirbale: The original land of Baron Mirbeau near Poitiers.