Chapter 10 Biography of Guzco Budori

a forest Guskobudori was born in a large forest in Ihatb.His father, Gusconadoli, was a well-known woodcutter. He could cut down any thick tree as easily as putting a baby to sleep. Budori has a younger sister named Nelly, and the siblings play in the forest every day.Sometimes I ran to the distance where I could only faintly hear the sound of my father's logging.There they were busy picking raspberries and soaking them in the spring water, or they took turns looking up at the sky and singing like the hilldove.At this time, the sleepy calls of birds will be heard from all over the forest.

Whenever Budoli's mother was planting wheat in the small field in front of the house, the brother and sister would spread out mats in the middle of the road, sit on them, and cook orchids in tin pots.At this time, all kinds of birds would fly over their sun-dried heads as if they were greeting them. After Budoli started to go to school, the forest became very quiet during the day.But after noon, Budori and his sister would run into the forest again, write the name of each tree on the trunk with red clay or charcoal, or sing loudly. Sometimes hop vines climb on both sides to form an arched birch trunk with the inscription: 'No cuckoos allowed'.

That year, Budori was ten years old and Nelly was seven.At the beginning of spring, for some reason, the sun became extremely white, and even the magnolia tree, which usually blooms white soon after the snow melts, does not bloom at all.When the season comes to May, there are still frequent rains and snows. In late July, the temperature has not risen. Therefore, the wheat seeds sown last year only grow white ears that do not bear grains. Most of the fruit trees only bloom after flowering. fall down. In autumn, the chestnuts on the chestnut tree are still hollow with tattoos; rice, the most important staple food of people, has not produced a single grain.People who live on flat ground are, of course, panic-stricken.

Budoli's father and mother often took wood to the flats to sell. After winter, they also used sleds to transport large trees to the town several times, but they always brought back a little flour in dejection.Fortunately, the winter of that year was finally over.In the spring of the following year, the fields were once again sown with the cherished and stored seeds, but this year was still the same as the previous year.When autumn came, there was finally a real famine. No one goes to school anymore.Budori's father and mother are also completely out of work.They often discussed matters with great anxiety, and then they took turns going out to the town, sometimes bringing back a few kernels of corn, and sometimes returning empty-handed with blue faces.The family can only eat some wild oak fruits, kudzu root, bracken root, soft bark and other things to get through this winter.In the spring, Budori's father and mother seemed to be seriously ill.

One day, my father held his head in thought, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly stood up and said, "I want to go for a walk in the forest." ' After finishing speaking, he staggered out of the house and did not return home until it was completely dark. The siblings asked their mother: What happened to Dad?The mother just stared at the children in silence. The next evening, when the forest was pitch black, my mother suddenly stood up and added a lot of firewood to the stove, which illuminated the house very brightly.Then, tell the children: I will go to find my father, you stay at home obediently, there is still a little flour in the cupboard, you can save some food.After finishing speaking, he also staggered out of the house.The two brothers and sisters were crying and chasing their mother, but the mother turned her head and scolded: "Why are you so disobedient!" Then she quickened her pace and stumbled into the forest.

The brother and sister walked back and forth while crying, and finally couldn't help but walked into the dark forest.They walked around the birch tree with the arch of vines, and around the spring where the water gushed, and they called to their mother all night.Although the stars flickered between the trees from time to time as if they wanted to tell something, and frightened birds often flew out of the darkness, there was no sound of people around.The brother and sister finally returned home in a trance, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as they entered the house. That day, Budori woke up after noon.He remembered the flour his mother had mentioned, and opened the cupboard to see that there was still a bag of flour and many wild oak fruits in it.Budori shook Nelly awake, and the two licked the flour, then built a fire in the stove like their parents always did.

Twenty days passed like this, and one day, a voice came from the door: "Is anyone there?" Budori thought it was his father who came back, so he rushed out to see a man with a basket on his back and bright eyes. The man took out a round rice cake from the basket, threw it to Budoli and said, "I'm here to help the famine in this place.Come, you can eat anything you want. ' The siblings froze in place. 'Eat!eat! ' The man urged again. When the brothers and sisters began to eat tremblingly, the man stared at it for a while, and then said: "You are all good boys, but just being good boys is not enough."follow me.But boys are stronger, and I can't take both of them.So, little girl, you have nothing to eat here, go to town with your uncle.This way you can have bread every day. ’ After finishing speaking, the man picked up Nelly and put it in a basket, then yelled 'Oh hi', 'Oh hi', and left the house like a whirlwind.

After Nelly left the house, she burst into tears, and Budori shouted, "Thief!"Thief! ', while chasing him out, but the man had gone around the forest and ran to the distant grassland, and Budori could only faintly hear Nelly's trembling cries coming from the other side of the grassland. Dobli cried and chased to the end of the forest, and finally fell to the ground from exhaustion. Ertian Silk Factory When Budori came back to his senses and opened his eyes, a flat voice suddenly came from above: "Finally woke up."Do you think there is still a famine?Do you want to get up and help me? When I saw it, it was a man wearing a brown mushroom hat and a jacket directly outside his sweatshirt, dangling something made of wire in his hand.

'Is the famine over?You said help, what exactly do you want me to do? ' Budori asked. 'Hang the net! ''Do you want to hang a net here? ''yes! ''What are you hanging the net for? ''Raise silkworms! ' Budori looked and saw two men set up a ladder on a chestnut tree in front of him, and then climbed to the tree and tried their best to cast or manipulate the net, but Budori couldn't see the net or the line. 'Can we raise silkworms in that way? ''Yes you can!You are such a long talker.Hey, don't say unlucky words!What kind of factories should be built where silkworms cannot be raised?Of course you can.Like me and many others, this is what makes a living. ' Budori managed to say hoarsely:'Really? ''Besides, this forest has been bought by me. If you want to work here, you can stay here, or you can move to another place.But I'm afraid you won't have anything to eat even if you go elsewhere. '

Budori was about to cry, but he barely held back and said: 'Then I'll stay.But how to hang the net? ''Of course I will teach you.Take this thing,' the man stretched the thing that looked like a wire cage with both hands: "Look, it will become a ladder." The man strode towards the chestnut tree on the left, and hung the ladder on the branch below superior. 'Now it's your turn to climb up with this net, come on, climb up and see. ' The man handed Budori a strange spherical body.Budori had no choice but to hold the thing and climb up the ladder, but the ladder was very narrow, and the wire cut into the flesh of his hands and feet, as if he wanted to cut off his hands and feet.

'Climb again, climb higher!Climb higher!Then throw away what was just given to you.To go over the chestnut tree and throw it into the air.what happened?Are you shaking?What a coward.Throw it away!Throw it!quick!Throw it! Budoli had no choice but to throw the thing into the blue sky with all his strength, but he didn't know that the sun in front of him was suddenly dark, and he fell on his back.Just happened to be caught by that man.The man put him on the ground and roared angrily, "You are such a coward, how can you be so weak!"If I hadn't caught you, your head would have split.Remember, I am your savior, you are not allowed to be rude to me in the future.Well, go back and climb that tree over there.There will be food for you in a while. ' The man handed Budori a new net.Budori took the ladder to another tree and threw the net. 'Yes, this time a lot of progress.There are plenty of nets, so don't be lazy.As long as it is a chestnut tree, everything will do. ' The man took out ten nets from his pocket and handed them to Budoli, and strode away.Budori then threw three more nets, but he was out of breath and very tired.He wanted to go home, but when he arrived at the house, he found that the house had been installed with a terracotta chimney at some time, and there was a signboard of "Ihatbten Silk Factory" hanging on the door.The man just came out with a cigarette in his mouth. 'Come here, child, I'll bring you something to eat.After eating, do a little more work before it gets dark. ' 'I won't do it.I want to go home. ''You mean the home?That's not your home anymore, it's my silk factory.Your home and the forest in this area have been bought by me. ' Buduoli silently and feebly ate the steamed bread given by the man, then went back and threw ten nets. That night, Budori curled up and slept in the corner of his former home, which has now become a silk factory. The man just now had built a fire by the fire with three or four strangers, drinking and talking late into the night.Early the next morning, Budori went to the forest again and started working like yesterday. A month later, all the chestnut trees in the forest were hung with nets, and the sericulture man asked workers to hang five or six planks covered with millet-like things on each tree.Soon, the trees began to sprout, and the whole forest was verdant.There were also many blue and white bugs on the wooden boards hung on the trees, and the bugs climbed up the branches along the ropes in a row. Next, Budoli and other workers work to gather firewood.Firewood gradually piled up around the house.When the chestnut tree branches were covered with blue and white string-like flowers, the bugs that climbed from the plank to the branches also grew into the color and shape of chestnut flowers.Then, the chestnut leaves in the whole forest were gnawed by the bugs and lost their original shape.After a while, the bugs began to form large yellow cocoons under each mesh. At this time, the sericulture man kept urging Budoli and the others like crazy, ordering them to collect the silkworm cocoons into baskets.After the collection, the cocoons are thrown into the pot for cooking, and the spinning wheel is manually rotated to extract the silk.The workers are spinning the three spinning wheels day and night, desperately spinning.When the extracted yellow silk had filled half of the room, the silkworm cocoons outside the room began to break out, and big white moths kept flying out. The man who raised the sericulture became hideous, and he joined the circle of workers to spin silk desperately, and even brought four workers from the ground to rush to work overnight.However, the number of white moths breaking out of their cocoons increased day by day, and finally the whole forest seemed to be shrouded in white clouds. One day, six or seven wagons came, loaded all the silk extracted from the house into the wagons, and drove back to the town one by one.The workers also boarded their carriages and left.When the last carriage was about to leave, the silkworm farmer said to Budoli: "Hey, there is a lot of food in the house that is enough for you to eat until next spring. During this time, you will stay here to guard the forest and the factory." . ' After finishing speaking, he smiled abnormally and followed the carriage. In this way, Budori stayed in a daze.The inside of the house was as dirty as if it had experienced a storm, and the forest was as desolate as if it had been subjected to a wildfire.The next day, while tidying up the inside and outside of the house, Budoli found a dilapidated cardboard box where the sericulture men often sat.The carton was filled with about ten books.Open it and see that there are many pictures of silkworms and sericulture machines in the book.There are other books that Budori can't read at all, and there are also books that introduce pictures and names of various trees and flowers. That winter, Budori worked hard every day to copy the pictures and characters in the book. When spring came, the sericulture man came back again with six or seven new workers, all dressed up.The next day, the same work as last year started. After all the nets were hung and the yellow wooden planks were hung, after the bugs climbed up the branches, Budoli and other workers started to collect firewood again. One morning, when Budoli and others were collecting firewood, an earthquake suddenly struck and the ground shook.Then there was a booming sound in the distance. After a while, the sky above became dark, fine dust kept falling down, and the forest was dyed white.When Budoli and the workers squatted under the tree in a daze, the sericulture man ran over in a panic: "Hey, you guys, no, the volcano erupted."The celestial silkworms were all covered in volcanic ash and died.Run away quickly!Hey, Budoli, you can stay if you want, but this time I can't keep food for you.Besides, it's too dangerous to stay here. You'd better find a job in the flatlands to make money. ' After finishing speaking, the sericulture man ran away.Budori went back to the factory to check, but there was no one there.So Budori stepped on the white ash with everyone's footprints on it dejectedly, and walked to the flat ground. three paddy fields Budori walked for half a day in the direction of the town in the forest covered with volcanic ash.Whenever the wind blows, the volcanic ash from the trees whirls down like smoke or a snowstorm.However, the closer to the flat ground, the volcanic ash gradually thinned and decreased, and finally green trees could be seen, and the footprints on the trail disappeared. When Budori walked out of the forest, he couldn't help being dumbfounded.Because from the flat land in front of his eyes to the white clouds in the distance, it was like a jigsaw puzzle composed of several beautiful pink, green and gray cards.Looking closer, the pink area is full of flowers of low plants, and bees are busy flying among the flowers.The green areas are covered with grass with small spikes, and the gray areas are shallow rice fields.Each paddy field is separated by low, narrow ridges where horses are used to dig or stir the mud. Budori walked among the rice fields for a while, and came across two people who were arguing loudly in the middle of the road.The one with the red beard on the right said: 'Anyway, I've decided to do it. ’ Another tall man wearing a white hat said: ‘Don’t do it if you’re told not to do it!Adding so much fertilizer can only recover a lot of straw, but not a single grain of rice. ''No, in my opinion, the temperature this year must be as high as the previous three years combined.I will harvest three years of rice this year and show you! ''no!no!You can't do this! ''No, I want to do it.The flowers have already been buried, and this time we need to add 60 yuan of bean cakes and 100 packs of chicken manure.Oh, you can be as busy as you can. If you are so busy, even if it is cowpea vine, I really want to ask for help. ' Bu Duoli couldn't help but stepped forward and saluted: "Can you please hire me?" The two turned their heads in shock at the same time. The red-bearded man looked at Budori with his chin in his hand for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Okay, okay, you can pull the horse's nose stick to plow the field."Follow me right now.In short, success or failure will be known when autumn arrives.let's go!I'm really busy, and I want to ask for help, whether it's cowpea vines or not. 'The red beard interacted with Budori and the old man, then turned and left.The old man behind him watched their backs in a low voice and said to himself: "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes, and you will know when the time comes." ' After that day, Budori went to the fields to pull horses to plow the fields every day.The pink cards and green cards are also being turned into quagmire day by day.The horses often splashed mud and hit the plowmen in the face.After Budori had plowed one field, he had to plow another immediately.The day became very long and long, and at the end it was not clear whether I was still walking, and sometimes I felt that the mud was like malt sugar, and the cold water was like lukewarm soup. The gusts of wind blowing, either make the nearby muddy water sparkle, or dye the distant water surface silvery white, and then go away.The sour and sweet clouds drift leisurely in the sky every day, which looks really enviable. After twenty days or so, all the paddy fields were finally plowed into thick mud.In the early morning of the next day, the owner impromptuly and the helpers called from all over the place began to plant spear-shaped green seedlings in the field.In about ten days, after all the seedlings in the house were planted, the owner led Budoli and other helpers to work in the homes of those who had come to help before.After everyone has taken turns, they return to their own field and begin to repeat the weeding day every day.The rice seedlings of Budoli’s owner’s family are almost black when they grow taller, but the adjacent rice fields are a blurry green color. From a distance, the rice fields on both sides have clear boundaries and are easy to distinguish. A week later, the weeding work was completed, and I went to another rice field to help.One morning, when the master took Budori through his rice field, the master suddenly let out a cry of surprise and stood there dumbfounded.Budoli looked at the master, and found that the master was staring straight ahead with blue lips. 'I got sick. 'The master finally spoke. 'Is it a headache? ’ Budoli replied. 'It's not me, it's rice.look! 'The master pointed to the rice seedlings in front of him. Budoli squatted down and looked carefully, and sure enough, there were red spots that had never been seen before on every leaf. The master walked around the rice field listlessly and silently, then turned around and went home.Budoli followed behind his master worriedly, and when he returned home, he saw the master soaked the towel without saying a word, wrung it dry, put it on his forehead, and then lay down in the wooden house.After a while, the hostess rushed in from outside. 'Is it true that the rice seedlings are sick? ''Well, it's all over. ''Is there no way to remedy it? ''Probably not, it's exactly the same as five years ago. ''So didn't I tell you not to take any chances?Didn't Dad discourage you too? ' the hostess began to sob and cry. Suddenly the master regained his energy, and hurriedly got up: "Okay, since I am one of the largest landlords in Ihatbping, how can I admit defeat because of this kind of thing?"Well, come back next year!Budori, since you came here, you probably haven't had a good sleep, have you?Go to sleep, it doesn't matter if you sleep for five or ten days, you can sleep as long as you want.I'll show you a funny trick in the fields later.However, this winter our family can only eat noodles every day.Do you like noodles? After the master finished speaking, he put on his hat and went out. After Budoli returned to his barn, he wanted to listen to his master's words and sleep soundly, but his mind was always thinking about the field, so he got up and wandered to the edge of the field again.The owner didn't know when he had arrived, but he was standing alone on the field ridge with his arms folded.Budoli looked at the field, and found that the field was full of water, and the leaves of the rice seedlings could barely be seen, but there was a layer of glistening oil floating on the water.The master said: 'I am trying to get rid of this disease. ''Can oil kill the source of disease? ' Budori asked. 'Dip a man in oil from head to toe and he'll die. ' said the master, taking a deep breath and shrinking his neck. At this time, the owner of the rice field below the canal ran over out of breath with his shoulders raised, and shouted loudly: "Why did you pour oil into the field?"The oil is flowing into my fields! ’ The master seemed to have given up everything, but replied calmly: ‘You ask me why I poured oil into the field?It was because the rice was sick that the oil was poured into the fields. ''Then why let the oil flow into my fields? ''You ask me why I let the oil flow into your fields?Because water flows, oil naturally flows with water. ''Then why don't you stop the water from flowing into my field? ''You ask me why I don't block the water so that the oil doesn't flow into your fields?It's because it's not my water outlet, so I can't block it! ' The owner of the paddy field next door was so angry that he couldn't speak. He walked into the water suddenly and started to pile mud at his water outlet.The master pursed his lips and smiled: "That man is difficult to deal with. If I blocked the water first, he would be angry and ask why I blocked the water. That's why I let him do it on purpose."As long as that side is blocked, the water in the field will probably cover the straw head tonight.let's go, go home. 'The master took the lead and strode towards home. In the next dynasty, Budoli and his master went to the fields to inspect.The owner fished out a leaf from the water and checked it again and again, but the result was still frowning.Same thing the next day.The same goes for the next day.The same goes for the fourth day.On the morning of the fifth day, the master finally made up his mind and said, "Listen, Budori, we are going to start planting buckwheat."Go over there and unblock the water outlet next door. Budori obeyed the order and got through the water outlet.Oil water from the field, or water, flows violently into the next-door field.Budoli thought to himself that the other party would definitely come to argue angrily again.Sure enough, at noon, the owner of the rice field next door came with a scythe. 'Hey, why are you pouring oil into other people's fields? ’ The master still said in a calm voice: ‘What’s wrong with oil flowing into your fields? ,''The rice will all die! ''Will all the rice be dead? Just take a look at my rice field.As of today, my whole rice has been soaked in oil for four days, isn't it good now?The rice that turns red is due to disease, and the others that grow vigorously are due to the oil.Besides, the oil that goes into your field is only going through the roots of the rice, and maybe it's better that way. ''Can oil be used as fertilizer? 'The other party's face softened slightly. 'I don't know whether oil can be used as fertilizer or not, but oil is a kind of oil, right? ''Well, of course oil is oil. 'The man has completely calmed down and laughed. The water in the field subsides quickly, and the whole rice plant on the root can be seen in the blink of an eye.The rice was covered with red spots, as if it had been burnt red. 'Look, my rice fields are about to be harvested. The master laughed, and then cut the rice with Budoli, and immediately sowed buckwheat seeds to cover the soil. That year, as the owner said, Budoli’s family ate buckwheat noodles every day.In the spring of the second year, the owner said: "Budoli, this year the rice fields are one-third smaller than last year, and the work in the fields is much easier."But you'll have to work your way through some of the books my dead son used to read, and figure out a way to help me grow good rice so that those who laugh at me will stare at me. ' After the master spoke, he gave Budoli a pile of books of all kinds.Whenever Budoli has spare time, he reads the pile of books one after another.Among them was a book written by Gu Bo, which taught people how to be a human being. Budoli found it very interesting and read it several times.When Budoli heard that the man named Gubo opened a one-month short-term school in Ikhateb City, he really wanted to learn from him. In the summer of that year, Budoli made a great contribution very quickly.Because the rice in the field that year was sick at the same period as the rice in the previous year, and when it was about to repeat the same mistakes, Budoli used wood ash and salt to control the disease.In mid-August, all the rice ears are headed, and every ear of rice is covered with small white flowers, which gradually turn into light green rice, swaying and rolling with the wind.The master was so proud that he boasted to everyone he met: "Ha, I bet for four years, and I didn't succeed in one year, but this year I can harvest four years."This taste is really good! ' However, the good times could not be extended to the following year.From the time of transplanting rice seedlings, there has been no rain in the sky, causing the canals to dry up and the soil in the fields to crack. During the autumn harvest, there is barely enough rice to survive the winter.I originally hoped for the second year, but I didn't know that the second year would also be dry for a long time.Every year, he hoped for a good harvest in the next year, but every year he was disappointed. The owner of Budoli gradually had no energy to add fertilizer to the field, so he not only sold the horses, but also gradually sold the land. In the autumn of a certain year, the master said to Budoli sadly: "Budoli, I was originally a big landlord in Ihatb, and I have made a lot of money so far, but it has been either freezing or drought for years. The rice fields are only one-third of what they used to be, and there is no way to fertilize the fields next year.Not only me, but I think that next year, if I have the spare energy to fertilize the fields, I am afraid that I will not be able to find a few people in the whole of Ihatb.In this case, there is no telling when you will be paid.You are young and strong, it is a pity to stay with me, it is just a trifle, take these things with you, and look for your good luck elsewhere. ' The master gave Budoli a bag containing some money, a new navy blue linen dress, and a pair of red leather shoes.Budoli had forgotten all the hard work he had done in the past, and really wanted to do nothing but hope that he could continue to stay, but after thinking about it, there was nothing to do when he stayed, so he had to thank his master again and again, and bid farewell to him. The young rice field and the owner walked towards the station. Dr. Guber Budori walked for two hours to get to the station.After buying a ticket, he boarded the train bound for Ihatb.The train passed several rice fields at high speed, and kept moving forward without looking back.In the distance outside the car window, many black forests can be seen, and those forests of different shapes are also thrown behind the car window one by one. Budori's heart was full of thoughts.He couldn't wait to think of Ikhateb City, to find the person named Guber who wrote that kind book. If the situation permits, he would like to work and study part-time, so that everyone can farm with peace of mind and eliminate volcanic ash. Frost disaster, drought disaster method.Thinking of this, he even felt that the speed of the train was worryingly slow. The train arrived in the city of Ikhatb just after noon that day.After stepping out of the train station, Budori stood on the ground under his feet with constant rumbling sounds, staring at the gray atmosphere and the endless traffic in front of him, dazed for a while.It took me a long time to pull myself together and ask people near the station the way to Dr. Guber's school.But no matter who it is, they will look back at Budori's serious expression and say with a smile: "I've never heard of such a school." ’ Or say: ‘Go another five or six hundred meters and ask. 'When Budori finally found the school, it was nearly dusk. On the second floor of the huge white building that looked like it was about to collapse, someone was speaking loudly. 'Hello! ' Budori yelled loudly.No one came out. 'Hello! ' Budoli shouted again with all his might. A big gray head appeared in the window on the second floor above his head, and the lenses of the two glasses flashed.The big gray head yelled, 'Lessons are on now!It's so loud!Come in if you have something to do! 'After speaking, the big gray head retracted again.Loud laughter came from the window, but the man continued to speak loudly without caring. Budori boldly climbed up to the second floor lightly, the door on the roof was open, and a large classroom appeared in front of Budori.Classrooms are filled with students in all kinds of costumes.In front of the classroom is a big black wall, with many white lines drawn on the black wall. The tall man wearing glasses just now pointed to a huge model in the shape of a scull, and was explaining loudly to everyone as before. When Budori saw it, he immediately remembered that it was the model called "History of History" drawn in the teacher's book.The teacher smiled and turned a handle, and the model clicked into a strange ship-like shape.The teacher turned the other handle again, and this time the model turned into a shape similar to a giant centipede. Everyone tilted their heads frequently, staring blankly.Budori just thought it was funny. ' The result will be a graph like this. 'The teacher kept drawing another intricate drawing on the black wall. The left hand is also holding the chalk and drawing quickly.The students frantically copied the picture below.Budoli also took out the dilapidated notebook that the old owner had always carried with him from his pocket, and copied the pictures on the black wall.After the teacher drew the picture, he stood upright on the podium, looking around at the students present intently. After Budoli drew the picture, when he looked at it carefully, the student sitting next to him let out a big yawn.Budoli asked him in a low voice: 'What's the teacher's name? ’ The student sneered contemptuously: ‘He is Dr. Guberda.You don't even know this? ’ Then he stared straight at Budori: “How could you draw this picture when you first came here? I have been taking the same course for six years.” The man put his notebook back in his arms. At this time, suddenly in the classroom Turn on the lights. It turned out to be dusk. The big doctor said in front of the podium: "It is evening now, and my lectures have all been finished. If there are volunteers among you, you can hand over your notebooks to me for review according to the usual practice, and then accept a few more a test, and then decide where you go yourselves.' The students yelled and slammed their notebooks shut.Most of the people turned around and left, and the remaining fifty or sixty people lined up and went to the big doctor one by one to open their notebooks for him to review. The big doctor glanced at the notebook for a while, asked one or two more questions, and then wrote the words "qualified", "come again", and "come on" on the collars of the students with chalk.While waiting for the review, the students shrink their heads. After the review, they arch their shoulders and walk out of the corridor, let their friends read the comments for them, and then they are ecstatic or dejected. The test was carried out very quickly, and in the end only Budori was left alone.When Budori reminded him of his worn-out notebook, Dr. Gu Bo opened his mouth wide and yawned while bending down to stare at the notebook. The notebook was almost sucked in by the doctor's mouth. After the big doctor reviewed it, he took a breath with relish and said, "Very good!"This picture is drawn very correctly.What else is written?Aha, fertilizer for rice paddies, food for horses?OK, to answer the question.How many colors does the smoke from the factory chimney have? Budoli couldn't help saying loudly: "Black, brown, yellow, gray, colorless."Then there are the mixed colors of these colors. ' The big doctor said with a smile: "Colorless smoke, it's really good to return."Let's talk about shape! ' 'When there is no wind and there is a lot of smoke, the shape is an upright stick, and the top will gradually spread out.When the clouds are low, the sticks will rise to the top of the clouds, and then spread out horizontally.On windy days, the stick will tilt to one side, and the degree of tilt depends on the size of the wind.When the smoke forms waves or flakes, it is also due to the wind, but another reason is the smoke itself or the characteristics of the chimney.When there is too little smoke, it will form a spiral shape. If the smoke is mixed with heavy gas, it will form a spike shape at the mouth of the chimney, and then fall to one side or all directions. ' The big doctor laughed again: 'Okay!What are you doing? ''I'm looking for a job. ''I have a very interesting job for you to do.You take my business card and go right away. The doctor took out his business card, wrote some words on it, and handed it to Budoli.Budoli saluted and was about to step out of the classroom when the doctor responded to him with his eyes, then said to himself in a low voice: "What? Are you burning garbage?" After throwing it into the purse on the table, and then tucking it under his arm, he turned around and jumped out of the window where his face was just exposed. Budori was startled, and hurriedly ran to the window to take a closer look. It turned out that the doctor had been sitting in a small toy-like spaceship at some point, and he was steering the rudder by himself, rising above the city filled with light blue mist. , flew straight to the opposite side.Budori was stunned, and soon the doctor arrived on the roof balcony of a huge gray building opposite, tied the spaceship to a kind of hook, then turned around and walked into the building and disappeared. Five Ikhatb Volcanic Bureau According to the address on Dr. Gu Boda's business card, Budori found a brown building with great difficulty. The tall white tassel-shaped pillars behind the building stand distinctly in the night sky.Before Budori boarded the entrance, he rang the electric bell, and someone came out immediately, took a look at the business card that Budori handed out, and then took Budori into the big room at the end.In the room was a large table that Budori had never seen before. In the center sat a half-white-haired, dignified but seemingly amiable man with a microphone on his ear, writing something in his hand.As soon as the man saw Budoli come in, he pointed to the chair beside him and continued writing. The entire wall on the right side of the room is a three-dimensional map model of Ihatb painted in colorful colors. The railways, towns, rivers, and plains are all clear at a glance. The mountains, and the mountains that branch out from the fringe mountains to form islands in the sea, all flash red, orange, and yellow lights, changing colors in turn, making a squeaking sound like cicadas, or flashing lights. Numbers that appear and disappear. Along the lower wall was a shelf with three rows of no less than a hundred black typewriter-like machines, each in silent operation.When Budoli was completely lost in sight, the person who wrote the thing hung up the phone, took out a business card holder from his arms, handed Budori a business card and said, "Are you Gusko Budori?"this is my name. ' Budoli saw that the business card said "Pannenam, Technician of Ihatb Volcanic Bureau".Seeing that Budoli was shy and didn't know how to introduce himself, the man said kindly again: "I just received a call from Dr. Guber and I'm waiting for you."From now on, you will work hard and study hard here.The work here just started last year. It is a very responsible job, and half of the time has to be on the ground on the volcano that will erupt at any time.Besides, the habits of volcanoes cannot be understood on paper.If we don't work hard, we can't do it.There is a place for you to live over there tonight, so you should take a good rest first.I'll show you around the building again tomorrow. ' The next morning, Budoli followed the old technician Panne, walked around the entire building, and learned the names and structures of various machines in detail.大楼里所有机器全都和遍布于伊哈特卜内的三百多座活火山与休火山连结，这些火山的喷烟、喷灰或岩浆的流动情况，以及外表稳静的老火山内部之岩浆或气体状况，甚至是山形的变化，都会以数字或图形显现在机器上。每当火山有任何剧烈变化时，模型即会发出各种声响警告。 布多力从这天开始即跟着潘内老技师学习所有机器的操作与观测方法，夜以继日专心一致地边工作边学习。两年过后，布多力已能跟其他人一起到各处火山安装仪器，若仪器故障，他也能跟其他人一起修理仪器。布多力对于伊哈特卜内的三百多座火山，以及火山的活动情况，都能了如指掌了。事实上伊哈特卜内有七十多座火山每天都在冒烟或流出岩浆，有五十多座休火山每天都在喷出各种气体或流出温泉。剩下的一百六、七十座死火山中，也不知道何时又会开始活动。 有一天，布多力和老技师在一起工作时，仪器上突然显示出南方海岸一座叫桑姆特利的火山发生了状况。老技师大喊：'布多力，桑姆特利在今天早上之前都很稳定吧？''是的，桑姆特利从未活动过。''啊，看样子快要喷火了。一定是受了今早那场地震的刺激。这座山以北十公里处正是桑姆特利市。这回若真爆发，大概整座山的三分之一会往北方塌陷，山上的牛和桌子大小的岩石会跟着热灰与气体一起降落在桑姆特利市。现在得赶紧在面海那边凿出个缺口，让气体或岩浆流出。走，我们两人去看看情况。'两人随即整装，搭上驶往桑姆特利的火车。 六桑姆特利火山 第二天早上，两人抵达桑姆特利市，中午攀登至桑姆特利火山顶点附近的观测站。那地方是桑姆特利火山旧喷火口的喷火壁，面海的一个缺口处。从观测站的窗口往外眺望，可见几道蓝色与灰色条纹的海面，海面上有好多艘吐着黑烟的轮船，拖着银色航迹滑行着。 老技师默不出声地检查过所有仪器，问布多力：'你认为这座山还有几天会爆发？''我认为不到一个月。''不错，不到一个月。恐怕十天都保不了。不赶紧行动可能会造成无法挽救的结果。我看，面海这一带，那地方可能最脆弱。'老技师指着山腰河谷上一片淡绿色草地。云影正在其上沉静地滑动着。 '那儿的岩浆层只有两层，其他的都是柔软的火山灰与火山砾的堆积层。而且自牧场有道路直通那地方，运送器材也很方便。我来申请工作队。'老技师忙着向火山局传送讯息。 这时，脚下传来轻微的震动声，整个观测站吱吱嘎嘎响了一会儿。老技师传送完讯息离开仪器说：'局里会立刻派出工作队。说是工作队，其实是敢死队。到目前为止，我还未经历过这样危险的工作。 ''十天内可以完成吗？ ''一定可以。安装机器需要三天，从桑姆特利市发电所拉电线来要五天。 '老技师板指思考了一会儿，才安下心沉稳地说：'布多力，煮开水来喝茶吧。这里风景太美了。 ' 布多力在酒精灯点上火，开始烧开水。天空逐渐出现云层，再加上太阳已下山之故，海面变成死寂的灰色，滚滚白浪一层又一层涌向火山的山脚下。 布多力无意发现眼前有一艘似曾相识的怪异小飞船在天空飞着。老技师跳了起来：'啊，古伯来了！'布多力也跟着跑出观测站。飞船已停靠在观测站左方一个巨大岩壁上，身材高大的古伯大博士正从飞船里轻巧地跳下来。博士在飞船附近找了一会儿，才找到一个大裂缝，然后迅速拴紧螺丝系住飞船。 '我被请来喝茶的。会晃吗？'大博士笑着说。老技师回道：'晃得还不厉害。不过上面好像不断有岩石滚落下来。'这时，整座山突然动怒般呜呜吼叫着，布多力觉得眼前要发黑了。山仍在继续摇晃着。布多力抬脸一看，原来古伯大博士和老技师都蹲下来抱着岩石，飞船也宛如乘着巨浪的船一样，缓缓在摇晃着。 地震好不容易才静止下来，古伯大博士站起身大踏步走进观测站。观测站内的开水早已打翻，酒精灯仍在噗嗤噗嗤燃烧着蓝火。古伯大博士仔细检查过仪器后，即跟老技师讨论起来。最后他说：'看来，明年一定要建好所有的潮汐发电所。有了潮汐发电所，往后碰到像这回这种情况时，不但当天就可以完成工作，又可以降洒布多力说过的稻田肥料。''而且也不用怕干旱了。'潘内技师也说道。 布多力心里雀跃无比。感到连整座山仿佛也在手舞足蹈般。正巧山真得开始剧烈摇晃起来，布多力被抛甩在地板上。大博士说：'要开始了！要开始了！这次的地震，桑姆特利市那边一定也感到摇得很厉害才对。 '老技师接着说：'现在这个地震，看样子是我们脚下以北一公里左右的地表下七百公尺处，有个约观测站六、七十倍大的岩石，掉进岩浆里引起的。在气体将冲破最后一层岩壁之前，火山恐怕还得吞没一两百个这般大的岩石吧。 '大博士想了一会儿，回说：'不错。那我该走了。 ' 大博士步出观测站，又轻巧地跳上飞船。老技师和布多力一直目送着大博士晃了二、三次灯光道别，飞船绕过山头飞向彼方后才进观测站，整个晚上两人轮流睡觉和观测仪器。 第二天清晨，工作队抵达山脚时，老技师留下布多力一人在屋内，单独下山至昨天看好的那块草地。每当风从山脚下刮上来时，工作队队员们的谈话声与铁材碰触的声音，布多力均能听得一清二楚。潘内技师不时地传送工作队的工作进展情况讯息，也不时地向布多力寻问火山的气体压力与山形变化的状况。 整整三天中，布多力和山脚下的工作队，在剧烈的地震与地吼中，忙得简直无暇睡觉。第四天下午，老技师传来讯息：'布多力，已都全部准备好了，你赶快下来吧。下来之前记得先检查一遍仪器，然后保持原状，别忘了把所有的图表都带下来。那个观测站将在今天下午消失无踪了。 ' 布多力遵从吩咐做好后即马上下山。以往被搁在火山局仓库中的大铁材，已被架成高架，各式各样的机器也准备好，就等着电流一通即能马上运作。潘内技师的双颊已凹陷下去，工作队队员们也面无血色，唯有双眼炯炯有神，不过众人都露出笑容向布多力打招呼。 老技师说：“该撤退了。大家整装准备上车吧！'众人匆匆忙忙地分搭上二十部汽车。车子排成一列沿着山脚头也不回地驶往桑姆特利市。行驶至山与城市的中间时，老技师命令停车：'就在这儿扎营吧。扎完后全体先睡一觉。'众人一言不语地照着做，然后倒头就睡。 那天下午，老技师搁下电话喊道：'电线接通了。布多力，要开始啰！'老技师按下开关。布多力与其他人跑出帐篷，凝视着桑姆特利火山的半山腰。草原上开满了一整片白色百合花，葱绿的桑姆特利山静静地耸立在眼前。 突地，桑姆特利左山腰开始摇晃起来，刚瞧见一道黑烟窜出，眨眼间黑烟即窜升到上空，然后形成奇异的蘑菇状，黑烟窜出的地方则汨汨流出耀眼的金黄色岩浆，不一忽儿就展开成扇形流入海中。然后地面开始剧烈摇晃起来，遍地的百合花也左摇右晃，接着是一声强劲得几乎震倒众人的轰隆巨响。一阵劲风，哮吼而过。 '成功了！It worked! '众人伸手指向火山爆出欢呼。此时，桑姆特利火山的蘑菇状黑烟已扩散弥漫在整个上空，转瞬间天空变得一片漆黑，滚烫的碎石粒劈哩啪啦掉落下来。众人躲进帐篷中忧心忡忡地观望着进展。最后潘内技师边看手表边道： '布多力，一切都很顺利。已经完全没有危险了。我们只是降了一些灰到桑姆特利市罢了。 ' 碎石粒逐渐变成火山灰，灰烬不久即渐渐稀薄，众人再度跑出帐篷。只见草原灰蒙蒙一片，地面积了一层火山灰，百合花全被折断埋在灰里，天空却是一片反常的绿色。桑姆特利火山山脚下出现一个小凸瘤，还在不断冒出灰烟。 当天傍晚，众人踩着火山灰与碎石砾再度上山，安装好新的观测仪器后才踏上归途。 七云海 接下来四年之内，伊哈特卜海岸线那一带，果然依照古伯大博士的计划，建造了两百座潮汐发电所。环绕伊哈特卜的各座火山上，也依次设置了观测站与白色的铁架高台。 布多力也成为代理技师，终年在各个火山巡视，或在一些有危险性的火山上做引爆工作。 第二年春天，伊哈特卜火山局在各个村镇贴出这样的告示： '洒氮肥公告。 今年夏天，我们将在各位的稻田与菜圃降洒硝酸铵雨水，施肥者请将此份量计算在内。份量是每一百平方公尺的田地降洒一百二十公斤。 我们也会降洒适量的雨水。 往后若逢干旱时，我们可以降洒不使农作物枯萎份量的雨水，因此，过去因缺水而没法播种的稻田，今年请放心播种。 ' 这一年六月，布多力待在位于伊哈特卜中央的伊哈特卜火山山顶上的观测站。眼下是一片灰色云海。伊哈特卜内的各座火山，均在云海上露出岛屿般的黑色山头。云上方有一艘飞船，船尾喷射着白烟，穿梭在各个岛屿之间，仿佛在架桥似的。那些类似桥梁的白烟，时间一久，便会逐渐变粗且鲜明，再无声无息地降落到下方的云海，不久，整片云海上就出现了一张笼罩着各个山头的灿然白色大网。然后飞船不知何时已停止喷烟，像在打招呼般画着圆圈，不一会儿即垂下船首潜入云海中。 电话铃响起。是潘内技师的声音。 '船刚刚回来了。下方已经准备好了。雨哗啦哗啦在下。我想应该可以了。let's start. '布多力按下按钮。不一会儿，刚刚那些烟网即忽亮忽灭地闪烁着桃红色、青色、紫色的艳丽亮光。布多力看得入迷。然后天渐渐黑了，亮光消逝后，云海已黯淡得分不清是灰色或是深灰色了。 电话铃又响起。 '硝酸氨已顺利渗入雨中了。份量刚刚好。移动状况也似乎不错。再降洒四个小时，这个地方的这个月份的肥料应该够多了。继续降洒吧。 ' 布多力高兴得真想手舞足蹈。云海下方，昔日的红胡子主人，和那个曾问说'石油能变成肥料吗？'的毗邻稻田主人，一定都正在欢欣地聆听着雨声。明天一早，他们大概会抚摸着绿油油的稻梗，眺望着时而一片漆黑时而闪烁着亮丽光芒的上空，以为是在梦中吧。不久，短暂的夏夜似乎快天亮了。因为在闪电歇止当儿，可见东方云海尽头朦胧发出晕黄的亮光。 原来不是天将亮了，而是月亮出来了。又大又黄的月亮静悄悄地升上来了。当云层放出青蓝亮光时，月亮看起来白得反常，放出桃红色亮光时，则像在微笑似的。布多力呆然地凝视着这种景象，完全忘掉自己是何许人，正在做何等事之现实。电话铃……地响起。 '这儿雷声已响得相当厉害了。烟网好像破了不少地方。让雷声响得太厉害的话，明天报纸可能会批判我们，再过十分钟就停止吧。'布多力放下听筒，倾耳静听。果然能听到云海中到处传来低沉的噗嗤噗嗤声响。再仔细一听，那的确是断断续续的雷声。布多力关掉开关。霍地只剩下月光的云海，依然故我地静静往北流动。 布多力裹着毛毯，沉沉地进入梦乡。 八秋 那一年的农作物收成，虽然也多亏气候稳定，但却是十年来未曾有的大丰收，火山局收到各地寄来的感谢函与鼓励信件。布多力有生以来首次感到人生的意义。 岂知有一天，布多力前往一座叫塔基那的火山，归途经过一个四周都是已收成完毕而空无一物的稻田的小村庄时，正好是中午时分，他想买个面包充饥，于是走进一家卖杂货与点心的小店，问道：'请问有卖面包吗？ ' 店里有三个打赤脚、双眼布满红丝的人正在喝酒。其中一人站起来说：'面包是有啦，可是却是不能吃的面包啦。因为是石板包嘛！ '其他人津津有味地望着布多力，然后哄堂大笑。布多力感到不快，转头就走出小店，迎面来了一个理平头、身材高大的男人，看到布多力，即高声大喊：'喂，你就是今年夏天用电气洒降肥料的布多力吧？ ''是的。 '布多力坦然自若地回答。那男人竟又高声大喊：'火山局的布多力来了！大家快集合！ ' 于是自小店里、附近稻田里奔过来七、八个扬声大笑的农人。 '你这小子，都是你的电害我们的稻子全死了。你为什么要那样做？'其中一人说。 布多力沉着地回说：'怎么会死呢？你们没看春季发布的公告吗？ ''什么？Good boy! '一人冷不防打掉布多力的帽子。其他人见状也一拥而上，对布多力拳打脚踢。布多力终于神智不清，昏倒在地。 当他苏醒过来时，发现自己已躺在一家医院的白色病床上。枕边堆满着慰问的电报与信件。布多力感到浑身又痛又烫，无法动弹。不过一星期后，布多力又恢复了原先的体力。当他看到报上报导说，那时的事件是因为农业技师教错施肥方法，将稻子枯死的原因归罪于火山局上，情不自禁一个人哈哈大笑着。 第二天下午，医院的工友进来通知说：'有个叫妮莉的妇人要来探病。'布多力以为是在做梦。过一会儿，一个皮肤晒得黝黑、看似农妇的妇人畏畏缩缩地进房来。她完全变成宛若另一个人，不过的确是在森林中被人掳走的妮莉。两人久久都说不出话来，最后还是布多力开口探问妮莉别后的情况。 妮莉用伊哈特卜农民特有的腔调，娓娓道出至今为止的经过。原来那个掳走妮莉的男人，于三天后好像即感到妮莉是个累赘，便将妮莉丢在一个小牧场附近而不知去向。 妮莉在那一带哭哭走走的，牧场主人心生怜悯，带着妮莉回家让她照顾家中婴儿。然后妮莉逐渐能做各种工作，三、四年前终于和牧场主人的长子结婚了。 妮莉又说，往常总是必须将厩肥迢迢运到远处的农田，很辛苦，但今年因为上空降洒了肥料，所以不但能将厩肥储存在附近的芜菁田里，连远处的玉米田也大丰收，全家都很开心。她又解释说，她曾和主人的长子到那座森林看过好几次，可是老家已成废墟，也探听不出布多力的去向，每次总是失望而归。昨天恰巧牧场主人在报上读到布多力受伤的消息，她才能到这儿与布多力重逢。布多力和妮莉约定好，等布多力痊愈后一定到她家拜访，并向牧场主人回礼，妮莉才告辞返家。 九卡尔保纳多火山 之后的五年，布多力过得非常幸福。也拜访过红胡子主人家回礼好几次。 红胡子主人年纪相当大了，却依旧神采奕奕，那以后他曾养过一千多只长毛兔，也曾把稻田改成专种红甘蓝的菜园，喜爱冒险的性子如常，不过生活似乎始终还不错。 妮莉生了一个可爱的儿子。每逢冬天农闲期时，妮莉会把儿子打扮成小农夫的模样，与丈夫双双到布多力家来小住几天。 有一天，往昔曾跟布多力在养天蚕主人手下干活的某个工人，来造访布多力，告诉布多力说，他父亲的坟墓就在森林最深处的一株榧子树下。据那个工人说，原来养天蚕主人在第一次到森林时，曾巡视了整座森林，那时就已发现布多力双亲冰冷的尸体，所以他瞒着布多力悄悄将尸体掩埋起来，还在其上插上一枝桦树树枝当标记。布多力听闻这消息后，马上偕同妮莉一家人赶往工人所说的地点，并为双亲建造了一座白色石灰岩墓碑，以后每当他路过那一带时，必定绕到父母墓前祭拜一番。 然后在布多力二十七岁那年，又出现了往常令人惊恐的冻灾可能降临的征兆。气象局根据太阳以及北方海域结冰的状况，于二月发出警讯预报。预报逐步成真，辛夷花不开花，到了五月竟还连续十天都是雨雪交加的反常气候。大家想起以前的荒年，每天过得心惊胆颤。古伯大博士也经常和气象局、农业技师们商讨对策，或在报上发表意见，但似乎也对今年的冻灾束手无策。 到了六月初，布多力眼见秧苗还是黄嫩嫩地，树木也不发芽，日子过得简直如坐针毡。若不想办法阻止，不论是森林或平地，都将出现很多像当年布多力家人那般亲离子散的人。布多力不吃不喝地思考了好几夜。一天晚上，他造访了古伯大博士的家。 '老师，如果大气层中的二氧化碳的含量增加的话，是不是会让气候变暖和？ ' '大概会吧。自从地球形成之后，迄今为止的气候几乎可说是都由空气中的二氧化碳的含量决定的。 ''如果卡尔保纳多火山现在爆发的话，能不能喷出足以改变现在这种气候的二氧化碳的量？ ''我也计算过这个问题。那座火山若现在爆发，喷出的二氧化碳应该会立即与大循环上层的风混合，裹住整个地球。那样就能阻挡下层空气与地表散发出热气，让整个地球的气温平均可升高五度。 ' '老师，不能让那座火山马上爆发吗？ ''应该可以。可是，进行这项工作的小组，最后得留一个人下来，那人将逃不出来。 ''老师，让我来做这项工作。请老师向潘内技师建议允许我去做。 ''不行。你还年轻，而且目前没人可替代你的工作。 ''像我这样的，以后可以出现很多。甚至会出现比我更能干比我更杰出的人，开心地把工作做得更美好。 ''我没法跟你商讨这事。你去问潘内技师吧。 ' 布多力回来后，马上征求潘内技师的意见。技师点头同意：'这是个好办法。不过，这工作我来做。我今年已六十三岁了，若能死在自己的工作岗位，死也瞑目。' '老师，这项工作的成效还不太确定。即使一次就引爆成功，但喷出的气体很有可能被雨水吸收掉，也有可能一切都不能照计划进行。如果老师这回牺牲了，谁来指导善后问题呢？'老技师无言地垂下了头。 三天后，火山局的船匆匆赶往卡尔保纳多岛。工作小组在岛上建造了好几个高台，电线也连好了。 待一切都准备妥当后，布多力让众人搭船回去，自己独自留在岛上。 第二天，伊哈特卜的人们发现蓝天混浊成绿色，太阳与月亮都变成棕褐色。三、四天过后，气温直线上升，入秋时的收成则大致与往年差不多。这年冬天，有许多本来会像故事开头那般展开的布多力的爸爸与妈妈，许多本来会离散的布多力与妮莉，均有热腾腾的食物可吃、有明亮的柴火可烧，快快乐乐地渡过寒冬。