Chapter 21 Chapter 7 Escape from the Devil's Nest

I was thinking about how to escape almost all the time, and I also made many plans in my mind, but soon gave up these plans one by one.I know that without the help of others, it will be difficult for me to escape.And the most suitable person who can help me is long hair. However, will long hair help me? My job in the kitchen is very simple, that is, serving the chef, peeling onions and garlic, chopping firewood and serving charcoal, and my life is very leisurely.However, the weather is getting hotter day by day, summer is coming and it is time for me to go too.I have to write to make money, I have to call home, and for such a long time, I have lost all contact with the outside world.

The tricycle driver who often comes to deliver food to the kitchen is the same tricycle driver who picked me up that night. He has a simple and honest personality, and he smiles before speaking when he sees people, and his expression is very humble.He supported two children by himself, one in junior high school and the other in elementary school, while his wife died of illness a few years ago.He gets up very early every day, pedals this broken tricycle, does work everywhere, and comes home very late every night.Even so, life is still stretched, and he has to sell blood.Now, nine-year compulsory education has been implemented nationwide. Without the burden of school fees for children and various taxes and fees, his life should be easy.

I don't know the tricycle driver's name, I call him brother every time. My brother has suffered a lot in his life. He was born in a difficult period of three years. He was thrown into the wild by his parents, and later he was picked up by a passer-by. I grew up in this family of relatives.Fortunately, the autumn when my brother came to that relative's house, the grain harvest was abundant, and there has been no starvation since then. However, then the "Cultural Revolution" began. Peasants built terraced fields, planted widely and harvested little. Every day there were endless reports, criticisms, and document studies. The national economy and family economy were on the verge of collapse.My brother said that the hard days at that time were endless, and I didn't know when I would be able to eat enough.The biggest wish of farmers is to have enough food.

After the "Cultural Revolution" ended, the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee was held, and the joint production contract responsibility system was implemented.My brother said that the farmers at that time were full of energy, and every household had a surplus of grain, and it was the first time in decades that he was able to eat enough.Then, the days got better and better, the family built a house, and the children went to school... Like most farmers, my brother has very low requirements for life. He just wants to live in peace and his children grow up day by day. He is very content.

I'm busy planning how to escape from here.These days, I have been thinking, how is my father's health?Is mother in good health?I am the only hope in the family, and without me, the family is completely ruined.I must live, and I must live well like Xu Sanduo many years later. On that day, I decided to tell Changfa everything about myself. I wanted to tell him everything that had happened at home in the past few years, told him that I urgently needed to see my family, and asked him to help me escape from here.I'm so worried here. However, will the long hair agree to me?I haven't paid the 500 yuan that Xueba bought me, and I haven't paid the board and lodging expenses for these days. I only have 100 yuan with me now.When I was about to go out, the 100 yuan was sewn into my clothes. It was my life-saving money in an extreme crisis.

That day, I was helping in the kitchen and had been looking forward to the appearance of long hair. This young man whose details I don't know is my only support now.However, noon passed, and the long hair did not appear; the afternoon passed, and the long hair did not appear; it was not until dusk that I saw the long hair. He was sent back by the tricycle, and he was lying in the narrow compartment of the tricycle, Like a puddle of mud, it seems that I don't even have the strength to speak.The long hair was covered in blood, and seemed to be covered with a red sheet. A thug told us that Long Hair participated in a battle with them that day, in order to fight for blood slaves.The long hair was cut by the opponent's hook and sickle gun, and several of them were also wounded.There were many opponents, so they returned in a big defeat.They dare not live in the hospital, fearing that the other party will seek revenge, so they can only return to this yard.

I wiped the blood stains on my long hair, and my heart was full of sadness.Although I had already foreseen that the blood tyrant bloodheads would seek revenge and fight back and forth like a group of ants fighting another group of ants, but I didn't expect that the one who was hurt was the long hair. When it was dark, the doctor also came. It was a middle-aged man who opened a pharmacy in the town. He was carrying a medicine kit with a red cross printed on his back, and his trousers were rolled up. One trouser hem was low and the other trouser hem was high. He looked dusty. , as if just came back from the field, put down the hoe, and picked up the medicine box.When I heard about the "Cultural Revolution", he was a barefoot doctor in the village. Relying on painkillers and red medicine, he wandered in the rivers and lakes for many years and worked hard to create his own "land".So far, he is still a top expert in using painkillers and red syrup. Whether it is stomach pain, shoulder pain, trauma or internal injury, as long as he drinks his painkillers, it will be effective immediately.Here, in the eyes of these uneducated peasants, he is the rebirth of Hua Tuo and Li Shizhen.

He opened the box, took out his painkillers, poured it into the long hair; took out his red medicine, and applied it to the wound of the long hair.The long hair was stung by the potion and his teeth were grinning, but he held back and remained silent. After a while, the sarcoma came, and he was holding a shotgun, looking murderous.Behind him were more than a dozen thugs. They were holding machetes or iron pipes in their hands. "Kill those bastards!" said the sarcoma.Then he took his goons out, and they drove off into the darkness in a rumbling diesel car. Before Sarcoma left, he released the vicious dogs.Those vicious dogs were like tanks, rumbling around in the yard, their blood-red eyes were like searchlights, and everyone who was illuminated by them shuddered.

I went back to the room and saw that the four people in the same room were all sitting blankly, without any expression on their faces.The spoon dug out another small bottle from under the bed, poured out two pills, and swallowed them down.I was curious, so I asked, "Do you have a cold?" "No." "Then why do you take medicine?" Shaozi smiled, and said, "I sell blood fifteen or six times a month. If you don't take medicine, how can you sell so much blood?" He spread the bottle in his hand, and I saw the words "ferrous sulfate" printed on the bottle. .The following description is: "This product is an iron supplement. Iron is used as a raw material for hematopoiesis to promote the synthesis of hemoglobin and the maturation of red blood cells." I suddenly realized.

"Something's going to happen tonight," said the man who had been smoking a cigarette. "They're all out with guns and knives. I think something's going to happen." Outside the yard was the dark sky, and there was a muffled thunder in the sky. Occasionally, a bolt of lightning would tear the distant sky, and then it would be fleeting.It's going to rain heavily. A tall figure stood in the yard, his face could not be seen clearly, only his stout figure could be seen.He called my number and told me to hurry to the kitchen. Out of the room, I went back to the kitchen.There are no restaurants in the countryside. The sarcoids have gone out to fight, and they will be hungry when they come back. I have to prepare dinner for them with the cooks.I saw that my brother was also in the kitchen. He was picking up a piece of pork from the tricycle and putting it on the chopping board.Gou Ri's bloodhead and thugs seldom eat a meal in the kitchen. If they want to eat, they must eat pork. Since I came here, I haven't eaten meat once.Blood slaves can only eat meat once during festivals.

After the old man unloaded the food from the car, he squatted in front of the eaves to smoke a cigarette. The light of the fire flickered on and off, illuminating his sad face.I suddenly had an idea. I approached my brother pretending to be nonchalant and handed him a cigarette.I whispered, "Brother, take me out." My brother looked up at me in surprise, noncommittal. I said: "Brother, look, this is what happened. My father is sick in bed at home, and I don't know whether he is alive or dead. I have to go back and see. It's late, and I'm worried that I won't see him again." The old man was silent. He smoked heavily, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Medium." I walked into the kitchen, and the head chef shouted: "The stove is burning red, add the charcoal quickly." I picked up the charcoal shovel and threw two shovels of wet charcoal into it, praying silently, this is the charcoal I threw here. The last two shovels of coal. The elder brother got up, and he walked slowly towards the courtyard gate.A vicious dog ran over and rubbed his trousers with its nose. Like a trick, the old man had an extra bone in his hand and threw it on the ground. The vicious dog wagged its tail and put the bone in its mouth.The rest of the vicious dogs saw it and ran over happily, and my brother threw a few bones to the ground. They hummed comfortably and wagged their tails flatteringly.My brother waved to me in the dark. I slipped to my brother along the corner, and a vicious dog found me, whining and pounced, its teeth gleaming like daggers in the dark, I was terrified.The old man yelled something in a low voice, and it became docile immediately, and continued to gnaw its bones persistently.The other vicious dogs only looked up at me, and then shifted their interest to the bones under their paws. I got on my elder brother's tricycle, and my elder brother pedaled very fast all the way, the wind whizzed by my ears, and sporadic raindrops fell on my face, which was icy cold.In the dark, I heard my brother's heavy breathing, and I said, "Brother, change, I'll pull you." The old man said: "You can't pedal, it's not the same as a bicycle." He rode for a long distance until he could no longer see the lights of the yard. The elder brother turned the tricycle onto a small road, then slowed down and said, "I'm fine for now." I looked at my brother's back in the dark, and expressed my doubts along the way: "Brother, why didn't the vicious dog bite you?" The old man said leisurely: "A dog is better than a human, and more sensible than a human. It knows how to repay kindness. Every time I deliver meat, the butcher will separate the meat from the skin and bones. The skin and bones are supposed to be thrown away. I don't let them throw it away, I bring it back to these dogs to eat. You see, how close they are to me." A flash of lightning pierced the sky like a knife light, lighting up the surrounding fields pale, and then thunder rumbled, rolling across the distant horizon like a huge iron ball.The sound of the rain suddenly became dense, like thousands of troops galloping, the raindrops hit the back, and the pain spread all over the body.With the help of lightning, my brother saw a big tree next to him, so he rode a tricycle to the tree, and we hid in the tree hole to avoid the rain. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was blowing faster and faster. Through the lightning, I saw the weeds on the wasteland rolled up like waves and neatly arranged as if they were combed by a comb.When I was very young, I spent rainy nights in the wild. The rainy nights in the countryside are full of legends and excitement. It seems that lightning and thunder have awakened every ghost. Thousands of mountains and ravines are resonating, and thousands of plants are whistling. Sound, that kind of scene is very similar to the scene of the prologue of the large-scale stage play "Dongfanghong" many years ago. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning hit the tree and us as well, throwing us high, then falling down lightly, falling several feet away.Shocked, I opened my eyes and saw a lock of bark, from the top of the tree to the roots, torn off and falling beside us.The pale strand on the tree, like a serpentine sword, shone brightly in the dark. "Oh, there is a snake spirit in the tree." The old man knelt on the ground and bowed twice, "Lightning saved our lives." I looked at him ignorantly. "After the big snake became a spirit, there was nowhere to hide, so it hid in the old tree. The middle of the old tree was empty. The snake essence didn't need to come out, and it could be full every day. Many birds would fall from the old tree, and there would be There are many mice, voles, and squirrels running in, and these are enough for the snake spirit to eat." The old man said solemnly, "The snake spirit can't die unless it is killed by lightning." For a long time, I thought what my brother said was a feudal superstition, how could a snake become a spirit?And why can only lightning be killed?It wasn't until talking to a college professor a few years later that I understood the rationale for this.When there is thunder and lightning, you cannot stand under a big tree to hide from the rain, otherwise you will be struck by lightning.The pointed tree tops will become the target of lightning, so the snake hiding in the tree hole will not be spared. However, whether there is a snake spirit in the tree hole, I don't know. That night, as I was secretly thanking myself for my escape, I saw lights flickering in the distance and the faint sound of a car's engine.broken!Must be the sarcoma. They came back from the fight.what to do? The elder brother kept wiping his forehead with his palm, not knowing whether it was sweat or raindrops.He also ran out of ideas.The speed of the car was very fast, and it came to us in the blink of an eye. The bright lights hit us, and a few people jumped out of the car... It was a big green truck, and there were more than a dozen people in the compartment. They were wearing camouflage uniforms, and some of them held short submachine guns in their hands. My brother and I were brought into the car, the car broke through the rain and continued to drive forward.Sitting in the rickety carriage, I suddenly felt more relaxed than ever. I knew that once I was in the carriage of this car, I was home. When the car drove to the gate of the courtyard, a car had already arrived ahead of schedule.The courtyard was full of people. The courtyard door was opened, and several vicious dogs were tied to the posts by the head chef, barking at the top of their lungs, and the thick chains were rattled by the impact.These people in camouflage uniforms brought out the blood slaves from the low rooms one after another. Some of the blood slaves were dumbfounded, some were downcast, and some were terrified.They don't know what's going on. We were loaded into the car again, the rain stopped, and the two cars drove one after the other to a school in the county seat. The school playground was full of people, standing, sitting, squatting, from clothes It can be judged from their expressions that they are all blood slaves.People in camouflage uniforms and uniforms stood around the playground. It turned out that they were armed police and police officers. I learned later that that night, Sarcoma led a group of hooligans into a fight with another gang of hooligans. Both gangs used guns and three people died.Hooligans fight with hooligans, and people are often injured, but the police are never alerted. However, this time is different. Three people died, and they were killed by gunshots. The gunshots alarmed the patrolling police, and they quickly cooperated with the armed police who arrived to surround the hooligans.After the surprise interrogation, the police were surprised to find that these people were all blood tyrants and blood heads, so they made an overnight assault and controlled all the blood slaves in the surrounding tens of miles.The next day happened to be the weekend, and the blood slaves were taken to the playground of a middle school in the county seat. On the playground after the rain, there was a mass of blood slaves.I didn't expect that there are so many people who sell blood as a profession. After dawn, all blood slaves were taken to the hospital for blood tests to see if they were infected with AIDS or other blood diseases.On the way to the hospital, I said to a guarding policeman, "I am a reporter, and I want to meet your leaders." The policeman looked at me suspiciously: "Reporter? Where are the reporters?" Before I could answer, a blood slave next to me said glibly, "You are a reporter? Then I am the governor." His words elicited laughter.There are all kinds of blood slaves. I once heard from an elder brother who rides a tricycle that some blood slaves don’t sell blood because they are forced to live. They are lazy and willing to sell blood.There are also fugitives who sell their blood in order to avoid being hunted down. I didn't laugh, and I couldn't laugh. I said to the police, "I'm a reporter from a certain newspaper, and I'm making an unannounced visit here." "Your press card?" I couldn’t get it out. At that time, I didn’t have a press card at all. The superiors only allocated a limited number of press cards for the newspaper, and they were all divided up by the leaders and those who were related to the logistics work. Many reporters who were on the front line did not have press cards.Besides, even if there is, I can't bring it with me when I go out for unannounced visits. I said, "I'm really a reporter." I walked out of the line. A person who looked like a leader came over, and I told him again that I was a reporter and came for an unannounced visit.The leader attached great importance to it, and he asked an armed policeman beside him to take me back first. When I arrived at the Public Security Bureau, I told my name, the phone number of the unit, the name of the leader of the unit, and the address of the unit. A policeman called the newspaper office and asked me to wait in a small room next to me. After lunch, the director of the newspaper office came, accompanied by the driver of the newspaper office. They stood at the door and looked at me in surprise.I also felt like I was reborn after a catastrophe, with tears streaming down my face. They took me away with the certificate from the newspaper office. Sitting in the rickety car, I burst into tears, tears of happiness.I looked out the window, and I really felt that this was the way back to the city, the way to return to the society, not the yard where the blood slaves lived. I heard later that these blood slaves had undergone physical examinations, found several cases of AIDS, and caught some fugitives. The long hair is just a trauma, and the body is fine.Those hooligans were all arrested, and some were sentenced. The blood slave community that once endangered one side was completely eradicated. Years passed, and I never heard of the Blood Slaves colony again, and the colony no longer exists.