Chapter 16 donkey roll

The person who changed the green basin tapped the big green basin on both sides with the handle of his blue cloth duster and said: "Listen! Listen! What's the sound! Where are you going to find this green basin? Sai Jiangxi Porcelain! You can add more!" Mom used a pile of newspapers, three old leather shoes, and two broken iron pots to exchange for his four small benches and a washing board; Song's mother also spared a small green pot for mixing cucumbers.As for me, I hold a small bench and don't let go.The one who changed the green pot yelled for my mother to add more things.An old padded jacket and two stacks of torn books were added, and he also said:

"Tim, you." Mom said: "I won't change it!" and asked Song's mother to move the things in.I was anxious that the business could not be concluded, and I wanted to return the stool to him, but the person who changed the green pot shouted loudly: "Take it! It's changed!" He waved his hands and said dejectedly, "Alas! Why didn't it open today!" Four small benches were placed under the shade of the big tree at the opposite door. Mama Song took the four of us, Zhuzhu, younger brother, and Yanyan, to sit on the new benches and tell stories.Yanyan was small, huddled next to Mama Song, half sitting and half leaning, playing with her fingers. "How old is your little embolus?" I asked.

"As old as you, nine years old!" Xiao Shuanzi is Song Ma's son.In the past two days, she is telling us the story of her hometown: the ears of wheat are growing in the field, the grass on the hillside is taller, and Xiao Shuanzi has picked the dog’s tail flowers and tied them on the horns of the ox.In her hand, she also held a thick shoe sole tightly packed with thick hemp twine, which was made for Xiao Shuanzi. "So he's in third grade too?" I asked. "Country people have such a good life as you? He's an adult worth showing cows!" She stopped what she was doing, raised the awl and stroked her hair a few times, and said to herself: "This year Well, I have to go home and take a look, I'm always out of order." After she finished speaking, she was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking. "And what about your girl?"

In fact, I already knew the story of the girl, and Mama Song told it several times.Like her younger brother, Mama Song's girl is also four years old this year.She came to the city to be a nanny after she gave birth to a girl, and immediately came to our house and became my brother's nanny.Her milk is good, and my brother eats white and fat.As for her girl, after she came to our house to try out her job, she was taken back by her husband to be nursed by others.I ask once, she speaks once, and I don't get tired of listening to it. "Girl, she spent money to give milk to others!" Song Ma said.

"Will it belong to you in the future?" "My girl doesn't belong to me? Do you belong to your mother?" She asked me back. "Then why don't you breastfeed yourself? Why do you work as a nanny in my house? Why do you give the money you earn to other people?" Dad is worthless, he beats me every time, and when I am cruel, I will come out and become a nanny to earn money by myself!" I still remember the day she first came, it was winter, she was wearing a red padded jacket with a white cloth lining, it was shiny and dirty.She stuffed the nipple into his younger brother's mouth, and the younger brother sucked and sucked. After a big meal, he fell asleep immediately, and he woke up after a long time without crying.So leave her as a nurse.

Three days later, her husband came and took a donkey and tied it to a tree trunk in front of the door.He has a long face and yellow teeth, why is he so ugly!My mother was off work, and the booklet said: four yuan a month, two payments of silver jewelry, clothes for four seasons, a new bedding, and it took a year and four months before she was allowed to go home.Song Ma, who was wearing a red padded jacket, wrapped her child in an old flowered quilt and gave it to her husband.When she sent her husband and child out, she cried. She turned her back and lifted her skirt to wipe her tears, unable to lift her head for a long time.Old Zhang from the matchmaker's shop advised Song's mother:

"Don't cry, hold back the milk carefully." Only then did Song's mother stop crying. She counted the money to Lao Zhang and gave the rest to her husband.And she charged her husband many things, and he said: "Do not worry." He hugged the child and led the donkey and walked away. At the fourth month of the year, Huang Banerya came again. He wanted to take Song Ma back home, but Song Ma couldn't bear to part with her younger brother, and her mother wanted to have a baby again, so he left her again.Mama Song counted a large stack of foreign money and handed it to her husband. He put the money in a blue cloth bag, rattled, and led the donkey away again.From then on, he would come here twice a year, calling the donkey and tying it to the corner of the wall in the yard, making donkey dung balls all over the ground. Fortunately, he was allowed to leave for just one day.What rolled down from the donkey's back was a big sack, which contained either big peanuts or drunk dates, which he gave to the master and wife, my father and mother.There are plenty in the countryside.

I just can't imagine what will happen to our family if Mama Song really goes back to her hometown?Who will braid my hair to go to school when I get up early?Who feeds Yanyan?Who will protect the younger brother when his father beats him?Who will wipe Zhuzhu's shit?We can't live without her! But she often wants to talk about going home. Recently, she asked us several times: "Is it okay for me to go back to our hometown?"In spring, my younger brother got measles and made a fuss. He shut his mouth tightly and refused to drink the reed root soup.Mom said: "Okay, if you don't take the medicine, tell your nanny to go back! Go back! Mother Song! Give all your clothes and things to you, little Shuanzi and little girl!"

Mama Song pretended to go out and said: "Let's go! Go home! Go home and find our little Shuanzi and the little girl!" "I'll drink! I'll drink! Don't go!" The younger brother opened his hand pitifully to take the bowl of reed root soup in his mother's hand, and drank most of the bowl in one go.Song's mother was so distressed that she immediately hugged her younger brother, leaned her head against his hot, rotten face and said, "Don't go! I won't go! I still want our brother, not Xiao Shuanzi, not a little girl! "Following, her eye circles turned red, and her younger brother gradually fell asleep under her patting.

A few days ago, a young man who called Song Ma's mother came here. He came to stay for two days and wanted to find a job.He would use wire to weave lampshades for the electric lights at the gate to prevent the bulbs from being stolen by thieves.Mama Song asked him: "When you came to Beijing, you saw our little Shuanzi, okay?" "Huh?" He seemed taken aback, his eyes widened, "I didn't see it, I came from my uncle in Liu Village!" "Oh," Song's mother paused for a moment, then asked again: "You came here from your uncle, then, our girl is breastfeeding by Liu Village's Jinzi, have you heard that the child is strong?" "Oh?" He was surprised again, "I haven't heard of it. You must be right, don't worry!"

After a pause he continued: "Auntie, if you can go home and have a look, you haven't been back for three or four years!" After the young man left, Mama Song told her mother that she hesitated after hearing what her nephew said, and was very worried. Mom reassured her and said: "I think your nephew is not serious. Listen, he will come to your house and his uncle's house sometimes. His own words don't match. How can he know about your child!" Mama Song was still worried, she said: "From the beginning of this year, my heart has been out of order, and I have had several dreams!" She called a fortune teller to interpret the dream.On Sunday, she asked me to write a letter for her.I have already memorized the place name of her hometown: Feng Village, Niulanshan, Shunyi County, delivered a letter from Feng Daming, my husband, to a safe home. "It's great to study, you can write letters at the age of nine, and you can't lose them when you go out!" "What did the letter say?" I took a pen, laid out a piece of letter paper, and tried my best. "You just write, is the family safe? Little Shuanzi, be careful when grazing cattle in the wild, and don't go out of your way to play in the water. I've prepared two pairs of shoes and a set of trousers. Girl, don't forget that when the time comes Send money! It’s too much to talk to people. The money I got back is almost 200 yuan, and the second part of the land on the back slope should be redeemed, so as to save the old people’s land. Also, my place is safe, just thinking about it Looking after the child, when the time comes next month, I will feel relieved to bring the embolus to me. And..." "This letter is too long!" I stopped her endless words, "Let Dad write it !" The letter her father wrote to her was sent, and Mama Song was very happy these days.Now, she asked her brother: "If Xiao Shuanzi comes, will you let him sit on your new bench?" "Here!" said the younger brother and immediately stood up. "I'll give it too." Zhuzhu said. "Wait for Xiao Shuanzi to come, can you go to the school with me?" I said. "That's fine, as long as your mother agrees to let him live here." "I'll talk! My mother listens to me very much." "Xiao Shuanzi is here, don't laugh at him, Yingzi, you can laugh at people! He is a countryman, but he is a native!" Song Ma said as if Xiao Shuanzi would arrive soon.She looked at me again and said, "Yingzi, he must be taller than you. It's been four years, how tall he must be!" Song Ma was so happy that she picked up Yanyan and put her on her lap.Knees bouncing, she sang her song: "Eggs and egg shells, there is an older brother sitting inside, and the elder brother is out selling vegetables, and an aunt is sitting inside, and the grandmother is coming out to burn incense, and there is a girl sitting inside, and the girl is coming out to light a lamp, burning her nose and eyes!" She sang, holding Yanyan's little finger with her hand, pointing to her nose and eyes, Yanyan giggled. Song Ma sang the allegro again: "Locust tree locust tree, locust tree locust tree, a stage is set up under the locust tree, and all the girls have arrived, but the girl who sent me hasn't come yet; as soon as I talked, I came, riding a donkey, holding an umbrella, naked buttocks Wearing a bun..." The sun slanted over, and the golden light came through the cracks in the leaves, shining in my eyes. I followed Mama Song's singing, and tilted my head to avoid the dazzling sun. with.I raised my hand to cover the sun and took a closer look. It was really a little donkey walking over.The half of the blue cloth jacket of the donkey driver was covered with a layer of loess.Yo!Isn't that yellow teeth?I call Mama Song: "Look, someone really came riding a donkey!" Song Ma stopped singing and turned her head to stare blankly. Huang Ban'er gritted: "Nest!" The little donkey stopped in front of us. Mama Song didn't speak, she didn't stand up, the smile she had just now was gone, she looked straight at her husband with a sullen face, as if she was waiting for something. Huang Ban'er didn't say a word, just brushed off his clothes, causing the loess to fly up.I despise him!Cover your nose with your hand.He took off his straw hat again and fanned it, and said to someone, "It's so hot!" Song's mother seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and asked: "Where's the child?" "He went to his aunt's house." He raised his foot to brush off his shoes again, without looking at Song's mother.His white socks turned yellow, which was also made by Song Ma.His socks are like shoes, with several layers of soles and fine needles and dense threads. I looked at the big sack on the donkey's back, wondering what was in it this time.Huang Banerya took off the pocket and untied it, and took out a large handful of roasted dried hanging dates for me from the inside. It was crispy to the bite, spicy and fragrant. "Yingzi, take Zhuzhushangxiaohong to their house to play, and hang Luozao'er to get some more to share with others," Song's mother said.I took Zhuzhu and left. Looking back, Mama Song packed up four new benches with one hand, and hugged Yanyan with the other. My younger brother was holding her by the hem of her clothes. They were walking home.Huang Banerya led the little donkey and walked into my house. He must stay another night.His donkey is rolling all over the ground, and the flowers and plants planted by his father will be ruined again. When we came back from Xiaohong's house, it was almost dark, and I hadn't eaten a few hanging dates, so Xiaohong tied them all up with strings and hung them around my neck. When they came in, Mama Song and her husband were in the doorway.Huang Ban'erya sat on our new bench in a daze, while Song's mother covered her face and cried, not daring to make a sound. There is already food in the house.Mother was feeding Yanyan, frowning, pursing her lips, shaking her head and sighing, her expression was quite wrong. "Mom," I called softly, "Mother Song is crying!" My mother waved gently to me and forbade me to speak.What is so important? "Mother Song's little Shuanzi is dead," my mother said to me in a hoarse voice, and she turned to my father again: "Oh!" It has been dead for a year or two, and I only said it now, no wonder why Mama Song always Feeling uneasy, she must call her husband to ask.Her nephew's visit was interesting.Two things happen at the same time, how can people suffer! " Dad also shook his head and sighed, having nothing to say. I was also very sad to hear that, but I didn't know what the other thing was, and I didn't dare to ask. My mother told me to call Song's mother, and I also felt that it was a serious matter. When I entered the doorway, I didn't dare to yell at her as loudly as I did every time. Song's mother stopped her sobbing and crying with difficulty, and came into the house.Ma said to her: "Go home with him tomorrow and have a look. You haven't been home for several years." "The children are gone, why should I go back? I won't go back, and I won't go back if I die!" Mama Song said fiercely with red eyes; she took the spoon from her mother's hand and fed it to Yanyan, as if it meant that she was stunned Do not leave at our house. "Who did you give your girl to? Can you get it back?" "So cruel!" Song's mother gritted her teeth with hatred, "That year when I took him back, he gave the child to someone before Ganqing left Harde's Gate. I didn't believe him when he said he didn't ask for money!" "Whoever you give it to, has a name and surname, and there is a place to find it." "It is said that it was given to a carriage driver. The father and mother are forty years old and have no children. Who knows if it is true or not!" "It's good to ask and look for it." So it turned out that there was such a thing, the little Shuanzi and the girl that Mama Song had been talking to us all the time were gone.Mother Song made so many clothes and shoes for the two of them every year, who did her husband give them to?Whose house has the little baby wrapped in the old cotton quilt gone?I wanted to ask how Xiao Shuanzi died, but seeing Mama Song's red and swollen eyes, I didn't dare to ask. "I think you'd better go back." Mom tried to persuade her again, but Mom Song shook her head and didn't say anything, despite shedding tears.She fed Yanyan spoonful by spoonful, and Yanyan ate mouthful, but her eyes were fixed on Mama Song.Because Mama Song has never looked like this before. Song's mother fetched water for the four of us to take a bath as usual, put a thick prickly heat powder on each of our faces and necks, and put my younger brother and Yanyan to bed as usual.It's just that she didn't have the mood to sing her lighter chain song today, and just fanned them to sleep with her fan.Everything was business as usual, except that she hadn't had supper today and had left her husband in the doorway and ignored him.As for him, he was lighting a fire with a flint and steel, smoking his dry pipe badly.The little donkey was probably hungry. It was lying on the ground, and suddenly raised its neck and let out a loud cry, how ugly!Huang Banerya went over and opened a bag of hay. When he saw something to eat, he rolled over and stood up. His little hoof trampled down two or three hosta flowers that his father had planted by the flower pond.The donkey ate hay, its nose twitched, and its big yellow teeth were bared.No wonder, who does the nurse's husband look like, it turned out to be him!Why did Mama Song marry Huang Banerya, you stupid ass!The next morning I got up and looked out the window. The donkey was gone, and there was a pile of dung balls left on the ground, and Song Ma was cleaning it.She looked up and saw me, and beckoned me out. I ran out, and Mama Song told me: "Yingzi, don't run around, I will come out with me later, you can read, help me find a place." "Where are you going?" I wondered. "Look around Hardman," she cried again, lowered her head, picked up the donkey manure into the dustpan, and shed tears on it, "Look for the girl." "Okay." I agreed. Song's mother and I went out secretly, and my mother coaxed my younger brother and them to play in the room.Not long after leaving the house, Mama Song regretted it: "You should take your younger brother with you. He will cry if he doesn't see me when he looks back. He never left me for a moment!" It was for this reason that Mama Song stayed at my house year after year. I dared to ask: "How did little Shuanzi die? Mother Song." "Didn't I tell you that there is a river down the back slope of Feng Village..." "That's right, you said, be careful when you ask Xiao Shuanzi to herd the cattle, otherwise you'll just play with the water." "When he fell into the water and died, he didn't know how to herd cattle. It turned out to be the year your mother gave birth to Yanyan." "Back then, Huang Ban, what did your husband do?" "He said he went to the field. It would be strange if he didn't go to the thatched shed on the back slope to play money! Little Shuanzi must have been hungry all day to look for him to eat, and he was thrown out by him. It wasn't on the Thatched shed, you can’t walk into the river on the back slope.” “Also, why did your husband give away the little girl?” "Isn't it more relaxing to give it to someone? Anyway, a girl is worthless. If Xiao Shuanzi hadn't died, girl, I don't want it. Now I have to get her back. If you want to spend money, spend it." Song Song Mom said. We pass through Bingbuwa, Zhongjie, Xijiaomin Lane from Rongxian Hutong, and exit Dongjiaomin Lane to Hardmen Street. "I suddenly remembered another sentence on the road. "Mother Song, don't you regret losing two children when you come to our house?" "I regret that I should have brought our little Shuanzi into the city to study and read with you." "You want to find the girl, go home?" "En." Song Ma blindly agreed, but she didn't hear me clearly.We walked to the gate of the Bank of China in Xijiaomin Lane, and Mama Song stopped on the stone steps, and a food seller stopped here as well.He set up a wooden shelf and put a square wooden plate on it, then lifted the cover, and was making a kind of food with yellow flour. "Mother Song, what is he doing?" "Ah?" Song Ma was staring at the brick floor in a daze, she looked up and said: "That's called donkey rolling. Steam the yellow rice noodles, wrap them in brown sugar, and roll them in mung bean flour. It's delicious. Do you want to eat it?" The name of the food is "Donkey Daroller", which is very interesting. I have no reason not to eat it!I swallowed and nodded, and Mama Song took out the money and bought me two to eat.She bought a few more and carefully wrapped them in a handkerchief. I said, "Is this for a girl?" After leaving Dongjiaomin Lane, I saw the bustling Hadman Street, but which way to go?We stand at the gate of the American Tongren Hospital.Song's mother's back was drenched with sweat. She lifted the bamboo jacket and shook her shoulders, looking around and around. "Let's go over there." She pointed to the opposite side, where there was a row of shops that were not buildings.After passing through a few houses, I saw a carriage house. It was very dark inside, and there were people sitting idle at the door.Mama Song asked the man: "I'm asking you, there is a big brother who drives a carriage, and there is a girl in front of him, is it with you?" The man looked at Mama Song and me strangely: "Where are you from?" "An old fellow asked me to bring him a letter." The man pointed to the small alley next to him and said, "Where you are at home, the one at the bottom of the alley is that." Song Ma was very excited, and thanked the man directly, and then she took my hand and walked into the alley.This is a dead end, and at the end, there is a small black door. Although the door is closed, it opens with a push. There are two or three children playing with dirt in the yard. "Excuse me, look for someone!" Mother Song shouted. One of the children shouted several times into the room: "Grandma, someone is looking for you." An old lady came out of the house. She was deaf, and she was probably going blind. She didn't see us standing at the door, and she couldn't hear the children talking. She didn't come towards the door until they pointed at us.Mama Song yelled loudly: "How many families live in your yard?" "Ah, just one family." The old lady covered her ears with her hands before she heard it. "You have a girl!" "Yes, you want to find the mother of the child!" She pointed at the three boys. Song Ma shook her head, knowing that something was wrong, before the old lady finished speaking, she said: "I got the wrong guy!" We walked from Harder's Gate to Harder's Gate, and we saw three coach shops in total, and they all shook their heads when they asked.We had no choice but to walk back the same way. Song's mother didn't say a word on the way. It took a long time to think of something and said, "Yingzi, are you tired from walking? How about we take a car?" I shook my head and looked up at Mama Song. She pinched the flesh between her eyebrows with her hands, closed her eyes, and was a little unsteady, as if she was about to faint.She asked me again: "Are you hungry?" As he said that, he opened the towel bag and took out a donkey roll that he bought just now. The mung bean powder on it had been wetted by the yellow rice noodles.I read aloud: "The donkey rolls!" I took it and put it in my mouth.I said to Song Ma: "I know why the donkey is called rolling. Your donkey rolls on the ground, and there is always such a pile under its butt." I showed one to her, "Like a donkey dung ball?" I wanted to make Mama Song laugh, but she didn't laugh, she just said: "Eat it!" Half a month later, Song's mother said that she had traveled all over Beijing's carriage shops, and there was no sign of a girl. Under the shade of the trees, I can no longer hear the story of Xiao Shuanzi herding cattle on the back slope of Feng Village; I can no longer see the pairs of thick soles in Mama Song's hands;She always turned the silver bracelet in her hand and stared blankly, without saying a word.Winter is here again, and Huangbanerya is here again.Song's mother made him squat in the servant's room all day without talking to him.It was a snowy night, and we huddled in front of the window to look at the yard after dinner.Mama Song turned on the electric light in the yard, and the light shone on the white snow, flat and bright.Snow is still falling from the sky, layer by layer.Mama Song fed Yanyan some frozen persimmons, and I recited the text in the Chinese class called: piece by piece, Two slices, three slices, four, five slices, Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces, Fly into the reeds are gone. The teacher said that this was a poem written by an emperor who couldn't compose poems, and his courtiers added the last line.But it's easy to read and sounds good.Mother made Yanyan's red satin padded jacket under the lamp. The cotton was torn into small and thin pieces and spread on top of each other.My mother said: "Call your master. I asked the master to write the letter secretly. You can go back with him and come back here after giving birth to a son next year. The son will not die, and the wealth will not be scattered. Little Shuanzi and the girl , Deservingly, I don’t belong to you, what can I do! You can’t start here and stop having children!” Song's mother said nothing, and her mother said: "What do you think?" Mama Song said: "Alright, I'll go home and settle the score with him!" Both father and mother laughed. "Where are these children?" Song Ma said. "Are you still afraid that I will treat them badly?" Mom said with a smile. Mama Song looked at me and said: "You are old enough to study, don't bully your brother! Don't just sue your father about him, he is young." My younger brother has already fallen asleep on the chair. He is very naughty now and often climbs on the table to look through my schoolbag. Song's mother carried her brother to the bed, and she gently took off his shoes for fear of waking him up.She sighed and said, "I won't see me tomorrow morning, so I might make a fuss." She said to her mother, "This kid has a strong temper, so tell the master not to beat him if he doesn't move; Yanyan has been coughing for the past two days, so you'd better take the pears." Stewed rock sugar for her to eat; I took Yingzi’s hair nest home to make, and someone brought it to Beijing; Zhuzhu’s socks should be mended. Also,... I think I still... oh!" Mama Song did not say anything. After finishing talking, stop talking. Mom took out the booklet, asked Dad to read it, counted a lot of this money and gave it to her; she took the money indifferently, without counting, and smiled miserably: "Let's go!" "Go to bed early, you have to get up early tomorrow." Mom said. Song Ma opened the door to look at the sky and said: "That year, the day I came to Beijing, it was also snowing heavily. In a flash, it has been four years!" Her red padded jacket had also been torn apart a long time ago; the old cotton was replaced with a torreria, soaked for combing hair; the face and lining were used for the soles of Xiao Shuanzi's shoes. "Mom, will Mama Song come back?" I lay on the bed and asked my mother. My mother waved her hand and told me to keep my voice down. She was afraid that I would wake up my brother, so she said softly to me: "Yingzi, she will go back now, maybe she will come again next year when it snows, with a new doll in her arms." "At that time, she will still be a nanny for our family? Then you will have a little sister too." "Children are talking nonsense!" Mom scolded me with a serious face. "Who will braid my hair tomorrow morning?" My hair is yellow and short, it's hard to comb, every morning I always hop around to urge Mother Song, and she will scold me: "I'm used to urging, and I have to get on the sedan chair tomorrow. Urge, what a shame!" "Get up early tomorrow, and let Song Mama braid your hair before you go." Mom said. I woke up just after dawn, and heard the rustling sound outside the window. I suddenly remembered something, and quickly got up and ran to the window to look out.When the snow stopped, snow was hanging on the dry branches, and the little donkey was tied to the tree trunk. As soon as it moved, the snow on the branches would be shaken off and fall on the donkey's back. I put on my clothes lightly and went out to find Mama Song in the servant's room. She was startled when she saw me getting up so early.I said, "Mother Song, braid my hair." She is very kind today and doesn't nag me anymore. After the little donkey had finished his breakfast, Huang Banerya led it to the gate. The quilts were laid on the donkey's back one by one, as thick as a sofa chair, and it must be very comfortable to ride on. Song's mother was ready. She wrapped a large woolen scarf around her head, and then wrapped it around her neck twice.She told me: "I won't call you mother anymore, the porridge is stewing on the fire! Yingzi, study hard, you are a big sister, you have to look good." After she finished speaking, she sat cross-legged on the donkey's back, her posture was amazing! Huang Ban'er patted the donkey's buttocks, and the little donkey walked forward, leaving clear hoofprints on the thick snow.Huang Banerya ran behind the donkey, shouting, "Get, get, get, get." There was a string of small bells around the donkey's neck, which rang really nicely in the fresh air after the snow.