I often think that if I could start over, I would choose to be a teacher in a small village, or a clerk in a small town.I would like to live in a peaceful pastoral scenery, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming, feeding horses and chopping firewood, and caring about crops. I know that many people who are tired of life in the big city have the same thoughts as me. We are all migrant workers, the cost of our living in big cities is too high, and the cost of living in big cities is too heavy.We paid the price of youth, but what we reaped was an uncertain future. All the migrant workers who came to the city are as young as I was back then, with dreams and high spirits just like me back then. , when we can no longer adapt to the busy life in the city, and only a small number of us can gain a firm foothold in this city, more people quietly disappear from this city, like the wind, drifting away in an unknown place .Some may return to their hometown and live in desolation in the loneliness of their twilight years; some continue to wander, like duckweed, not knowing where they will be taken by the current.

A big city is a jungle, and it follows the law of the jungle, where blood is scattered and the fittest survive. Often, in the dark night, I look at the dark roof, not knowing where my tomorrow is, where my future is. Perhaps, there is no tomorrow for migrant workers. After the unannounced visit to the den of black doctors, I was transferred to the group headquarters. At that time, I was still very poor. I had no money to rent a residential building in the urban area, so I could only rent a house in a village in the outskirts of the urban-rural fringe. Every morning, I took the bus first, then the subway, and traveled for more than an hour before arriving at the newspaper office in the city center.

In this city, every bus is full of people, and every subway is full of people.Every bus has to stop and go, every intersection and every bridge has traffic jams, everyone is squeezed into a photo, and everyone is holding their breath and suffering.A bus is coming, a subway is coming, and a large group of people are surrounded by Hulala, sweeping in like a tide. The people in the carriage say "don't squeeze, don't squeeze", and the people outside the carriage say "hurry up, hurry up! superior". Outside the bus, there are endless cars, which are the wealthy class; inside the bus, there are people as dense as weeds, which are the poor class.In this city, there are too many poor people like me.

Every time I get on the bus, every time I take the subway, I can see those passengers who are so tired that they have fallen asleep.Holding briefcases in their arms, they leaned against the carriage and slept soundly.Some people do not have a seat, and they fall asleep with their hands on the railing. The carriage shakes for a while, and he will wake up again after a jerk. Once, I met a man on the bus. He was also a migrant worker from the north. He worked as an editor for a newspaper in the same city. The editors of the newspaper worked night shifts. At the same time, he was also a part-time editor for a magazine. , the editors of the magazine are all on day shifts.Every morning at seven o'clock, he gets up on time, washes up in a hurry, and boards the bus.After shaking in the car for more than an hour, I arrived at the magazine office.The magazine office got off work at five o'clock in the afternoon, and he hurriedly boarded the bus to go to work at the newspaper office.Newspaper editors usually get off work at one o'clock in the morning, and if they are waiting for manuscripts, it will continue until two o'clock in the morning.After get off work, I ate some supper in a hurry, fell asleep, and got up again at seven o'clock in the morning.Due to the lack of sleep at night, he has developed a skill. He can fall asleep every day when he gets on the bus and holds the handrail, and wakes up on time when he arrives at his destination.He worked part-time for half a year, and it has been like this for the past six months.

Once I met a girl on the bus. She was on the phone non-stop, and the name of the company would always appear on the phone.After getting off the car every morning, she would come to a KFC restaurant, find a corner to sit down, spread out the folders, and start to work.Their company does not have her office desk and chairs, and she uses KFC as her office.The next table brought hamburgers and chicken drumsticks, and the rich aroma stimulated her to salivate. She tried her best not to look at them. She had no money, and she couldn't afford such expensive food.In order to prevent the waiter in the restaurant from driving her away, she put the empty paper cups left by others in front of her, pretending to consume here herself.

Those in suits and ties on the bus may be the poorest people.I know a man who works in marketing. He wears a suit and tie every day. He looks very stylish. In fact, he only has that suit and that pair of shoes. He wears this suit every day to meet customers and humbly asks them to buy it. own company's products.In front of others, he is imposing; but when he is alone, he always wipes away tears secretly. Every migrant worker has a bitter history. In the village where I live, almost every household is full of migrant workers.The rent in the city is too expensive, we can only choose to settle down here.

Every morning at seven o'clock, the village wakes up from its deep sleep. There is a small bridge outside the village leading to the city. On the small bridge in the morning, there are a lot of voices, and all the people running are young faces. Talking on the phone in various dialects, some walked and ate with breakfast, and some hurried away, worrying that they would not catch the bus... After nine o’clock in the morning, the village returned to silence. The doors of every shop were open, and the boss sat in front of the shop and took a nap. , the wild dogs are looking for food on the alley, and occasionally a tricycle of a reclaimer passes by, and the sound of "recovering old furniture and old TV—" sounds, everyone will be awakened, and the wild dogs will also run away in a hurry on the village road .

And at night, the village became lively again. Those who worked in the city came back, the pots and pans were clanging, and the sound of frying sounded one after another. There was a layer of spicy smell in the air of the village. .Countless people from all over the country gathered here, communicated in various dialects, smoked, drank, chatted, quarreled, dreamed, and even harbored evil intentions. After a while, some people moved away, some continue to live.Those who moved away did not know where they went, and those who lived did not know when they would move out.Life here is full of too many unpredictable and uncertain factors.

Sometimes, at twelve o'clock in the night, I can still see the figures who have just returned home from get off work. They dragged their tired feet, walked into the village, turned on the lights, and the sound of frying began... I watched These lighted windows, always thinking: Why do we have to work so hard?Will our hard work have the results we want?We use our youth to bet on tomorrow, is it worth it? I have thought about going back countless times, leaving this noisy city, preventing myself from being so busy and tired, and preventing myself from overdrawing my life in advance, but, like almost all migrant workers, we can no longer go back.

Where else can we go but this working city? The man living opposite me is a man in his thirties. Before coming to the south, he worked in a school in the north.His name is very unique, Chi Dao.And he also looks like a murderer who robs with a knife.In fact, he is very kind, and his rough appearance can easily mislead people into some horrible things. After Chi Dao graduated from the Teachers College, he was assigned to teach in a junior high school.And the accountant of this school is one of his relatives. The relative is a person who has been worn out by life. He has all the evidence of the principal's corruption and bribery, but he is too timid to expose it.Just before he retired, he had the courage to tell Chi Dao about these dirty evidence.

The headmaster used to be a piggy man in the northern countryside. Every day, a wooden stick was inserted into the back of his neck, and a red cloth strip was hung on the wooden stick.This kind of occupation is not easy to yell and shout, but people will know his occupation at a glance when they see the red cloth strip. Later, a relative of Jizhuhan became the director of the Education Bureau and asked Jizhuhan to be a temporary worker in the school. Every day, he would check the number of students arriving at the school with a folder in his hands like a dog, and he never went to the podium for a day.Soon, the piggy man got the opportunity to become a regular teacher as an excellent teacher again, and became a public teacher. After becoming a public teacher, the piggy man was transferred to work in the Education Bureau in a grandiose manner, urging the cleaners to clean up the bureau's organs every day.Two years later, he was sent to a junior high school as the principal. The pig man who became the principal has no ability, but he can drive the teachers to class and self-study through the form of a shrew, and the teachers drive the students into the classroom.In this way, the school's enrollment rate is increased, and the increase in the school's enrollment rate is a sign of the ability of the pig in the eyes of the relevant people.He is an advanced worker in the education system every year. Later, he was transferred to a junior high school in a small northern town and continued to serve as the principal. The principal of the school has all the power, and Chi Dao listed thirty-six bribery projects: the renovation of the school's buildings, the replacement of tables and chairs, the addition of teaching supplies such as basketball hoops, goals and table tennis tables, the appointment of dean and grade directors, the countryside Teachers want to teach in cities, students purchase reference materials, students want to enter key classes, students enter key high schools without exams, extra points for special candidates... Chi Dao has always been educated in honesty and devotion to society. He hates the principal's corruption and has complained anonymously to the relevant departments about the principal's illegal behavior many times, but nothing has come of it.However, Chi Dao persisted in reporting. There were no computers at that time, and Chi Dao used handwritten letters every time he reported. One day at noon, someone from the Education Bureau came suddenly and urgently called a meeting of all teachers.In the conference room, the discipline inspection secretary of the Education Bureau took out some letters and displayed them in front of everyone. When everyone saw that they were all written by Chi Dao, they all looked back at Chi Dao.Chi Dao's handwriting is very special, every word seems to be about to stand up and run.Chi Dao couldn't figure out why the letters he had reported to the departments at all levels would eventually return to the education bureau in the small town. The discipline inspection secretary shouted at the meeting: "Anyone who writes anonymous letters is a bad element. We must resolutely stop the crooked trend of writing anonymous letters." Chi Dao had no choice but to resist passively.From then on, whenever there was a meeting, he would sit in the corner while Xu Shu entered Cao Ying without saying a word. That summer, the teachers changed a lot.In this small city, every summer there will be a major adjustment of teachers. Those who pay bribes will go to the city, and those who are obedient will stay where they are, while disobedient ones like Chi Dao will be transferred to junior high schools in the countryside.Although he takes the exam every year, his grades are among the best. Chi Dao, who was dispatched to the countryside, became even more aggressive. He resigned. He said: "I don't believe that a small junior high school principal can cover up the sky with black hands." He took a long-distance bus every few days to the provincial capital to report . Two months later, someone from above came to investigate, and the principal was dismissed, but Chi Dao's post was not restored. Afterwards, Chi Dao came to this southern city to work and lived opposite me. After Chi Dao left that small northern city, he is now working as a teacher in a private school in this big southern city.Large cities in the south are in great need of private teachers.Countless migrant workers do not have registered permanent residence in this city, and if their offspring want to study in public schools in this city, they will have to pay tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of extra sponsorship fees.Migrant workers are very poor, their life is only food and clothing, where there is no money to pay sponsorship fees, but the students have to study, so a large number of private schools came into being. Chi Dao is about the same age as me. He loves life, has a kind heart, and is full of nostalgia and longing for a better life.Now, he has come and wandered to another city in the south.Chi Dao married a wife and had children there, bought a house to settle down, and paid off the mortgage with the remaining money every month. At that time, I often chatted with Chidao until midnight, smoking cheap and nasty cigarettes, and occasionally bought a bottle of Laobaigan and Erguotou for a few yuan.Looking back many years later, I feel that those times were very good.Memories of good things always make people feel very warm. Our teenage years all started in the 1980s. In the 1980s, it was an era of innocence. It was an era of relatively abundant material and absolutely rich spirit. The era of romantic feelings, it was an era when love mixed with material things would be considered vulgar.At that time, it will be difficult to replicate in the future. Chi Dao would talk about the cream at that time, which cost a few cents a box. He said that at that time, his first love girlfriend was always secretly applying her mother’s cream, and then sneaked out of the house, sitting on the back of his Feige bicycle, He rang the bell all the way through the quiet, sunlit alley.In the air, the sound of pigeon whistles lingered endlessly.Many years have passed, and Chi Dao said that he can still smell the faint afternoon sun-like fragrance of the cream.Now, the creams worth a few cents have long since disappeared, replaced by all kinds of very expensive and expensive cosmetics, but they often damage the faces of those girls terribly. Chi Dao would also talk about the comic books from earlier times, those comic books that have been torn apart by the little hands of countless pairs of children, some are curled up at the corners, some are incomplete, but they are all regarded as treasures.At the back of a comic book, there are always many people's names lined up. The first person has not finished reading, and the latter person is already waiting by the side, urging "Hurry up".Those comic books that brought children unlimited imagination, in the end, they don't know where they went or lost in whose hands.Later, there were small book stalls on the streets of small cities. The owners of these stalls were old people. They placed hundreds of small book books on wooden shelves, making every passing child stop and watch, salivating. .At that time, as soon as they put down their schoolbags every afternoon, they would go straight to these book stalls under the shade of trees. There are also flared pants and jeans at that time, one is extremely wide and the other is extremely narrow.Flared pants predate jeans.At that time, wearing bell-bottom trousers would always attract strange eyes, and jeans would make people criticize, because people at that time regarded this strange trousers popular from Hong Kong and Taiwan as a scourge, and people thought that only hooligans would wear them Such pants.Unexpectedly, no one wears flared trousers for a long time now, and jeans have the same strong vitality as Voldemort. They have been popular for so many years and will continue to be popular. Sometimes, we would talk about some interesting stories when we were in school. When we were in junior high school, some small hooligans often came to the school to harass the students, and some students who did not study hard mixed with the street hooligans.Junior high school students are divided into boarding students and day students.The boarding students are all students from remote areas, while the day students are all students from towns.The day students feel that they are superior to the boarding students, and their clothes are better than us boarding students. They wear really good cards and velvet. These are the clothes made of materials at that time, and only rich people can afford them. Liding's trousers are very soft, and when he walks, he hums like a gust of wind, and he feels very dignified; while our boarding students are all dressed in coarse cloth, and some of them from good families will wear foreign cloth clothes.Resident students only have one set of clothes, which need to be worn for a week, and can only be washed when they go home on weekends to "carry buns". Therefore, we resident students always smell like sauerkraut, and those day students sit next to us , always deliberately cover their noses to show that they are from the township, their family conditions are good, and they are rich. Resident students go home once a week, and every time they come to school, they carry a cloth bag on their backs, which contains steamed buns, which are dry food for a week, and people in our area call this "carrying steamed buns".The bun bag is not full of steamed buns, there are also sweet potatoes, a little spicy pepper, and wild vegetables in canned bottles. The rural days of childhood and teenage years are always unforgettable.The countryside has wilderness that can't be seen at a glance, there are layers of mountains, there are unpredictable clouds in the sky and extremely brilliant fire clouds, and there are all kinds of plants and animals, all kinds of named and unnamed insects and weeds.Here, people, animals and plants are all equal, and they can talk and communicate. People regard pigs, cows, and sheep as members of their own family. They are regarded as auspicious symbols, while owls and crows in the crevices of the ravine are regarded as representatives of danger. People classify every animal here into good and bad, and endow them with extremely vivid and meticulous feelings.Even trees are like that, even trees have feelings, and these trees, like a person, have their joys, sorrows, and sorrows.There are still many legends in the countryside. These bizarre legends spread along with the wind and rain in the countryside and took root in the hearts of every child. No matter when I think about it, I feel extremely simple and warm. Living in the countryside in childhood and youth is extremely happy. One night, Chi Dao suddenly talked to me about wolves and tomb robbers. Chi Dao said that in the mountain city where he lived when he was a child, at dusk, he could hear the howling of wolves on the top of the mountain. Penetrating power is strong, spread far.Every day at dusk, the people who heard the howling hurried home and shut the door tightly, shutting out danger and fear. In the 1970s and 1980s, wolves still appeared in northern mountain villages, but now, wolves are extinct in most rural areas in the north. I also saw wolves many times when I was a child. Those wolves were not much different from dogs. They were even inferior to dogs in appearance. They were not as smooth as dogs, nor as tall and powerful as dogs.However, wolves are extremely terrifying in my heart. These horrors come from the legends of my parents. When I was young, in my memory, I hadn’t gone to school, and my father hadn’t had a baby yet.Whenever night came, my father and the others would come to the threshing ground, smoking dry pipes, sitting in a circle, and everyone could say whatever they wanted. The old family called this situation "talking about ancient scriptures".Often, the night wind blows coolly from nowhere, making the flames of the pipes flicker on and off. One person is talking, and everyone is listening. Those stories are always related to jackals, ghosts, and tomb robbers. Stories often make my hair stand on end next to my father, and my whole body trembles.There is a Milky Way across the sky, the sky is full of stars, blinking their eyes scramblingly, suddenly, a shooting star flashes across, the person who said it should shut up, everyone is looking up at the sky, someone murmured: "Where is the sky?" Dead again." People in my hometown believe that there is one star in the sky and one person on the ground, and if one star falls, one person will die. In the hottest summer, my father and the others would choose to "tell the ancient scriptures" by the well platform. The content of these stories is still more about ghosts and tomb robbers.The ancient well is very deep, and there are deep grooves on the stone beside the well platform, which were worn out by the well ropes over the years.People sat in a row with their backs facing the ancient well, and cool air rose from the depths of the ancient well, diluting the intense heat.The people sitting by the well didn't even have to shake their palm-leaf fans, and there was no sweat on their faces. However, when I was a child, I was full of deep fear of the ancient well. I always felt that there were ghosts lurking in the ancient well, and they would sneak out in the dead of night and wander around the village.Many times, when I saw people hoisting out a bucket of well water with huge wheels, I would sneak a peek to see if ghosts were climbing up the bucket. There is also the "Old Bowl Club". At that time, when eating at noon, the men in every household would hold a large bowl containing noodles. The noodles were covered with a layer of chili. The noodles were made of wheat flour. There are also corn noodles and sweet potato noodles.Everyone squatted under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, eating noodles while "talking about ancient scriptures".A flock of chicks surrounded the crowd. The chicks waited for a noodle to fall out of someone's bowl, picked it up and ran away quickly, and the other chickens became furious and chased after them. When "speaking the ancient scriptures", all the people around are men, and men are the heads of the family.Strange, what did the women do back then?I can't remember, they might just stay in their own homes. Such a scene will never exist again.Young people and middle-aged people are seldom seen in the countryside nowadays. They all go to distant cities, live in cramped rooms, do dirty work that city people are unwilling to do, save food and clothing, and spend pennies and pennies. , Send every penny saved back home to subsidize the family.In my hometown, there are only old people and children left.They returned home early and closed the door. The sky was still bright with stars, but there were only a few lights on the ground.The agricultural civilization that once existed is now in decline. I can still remember many of the stories I heard back then.The story of wolves eating sheep is recorded in various printed books, but I have never seen any written records of such a story that I heard when I was a child.A wolf got into the sheepfold, wanted to eat the sheep, but unexpectedly was killed by the sheep.The sheep gave birth to several lambs. In order to protect the lambs, it surpassed the energy given to it by heaven, and nailed the wolf to the wall with its horns. The wolf grabbed the sheep's face with its claws, and the sheep's face and neck Flesh is bloody, but it just doesn't flinch.The next morning, when the owner came to the sheepfold, he saw that the wolf had been nailed to the wall and was already dead, while the sheep were still on top of it, motionless.The owner pulled the sheep away, and the sheep fell down suddenly. It turned out that it had died a long time ago. Maternal love turns a sheep into a King Kong.I still remember this story to this day.Father once pointed to a person in the village and said, "It's his family's sheep." Compared with sheep, pigs are more powerful, but pigs are inherently stupid, and they cannot surpass their nature like sheep.The wolf often licks the pig. It jumps into the pigsty, like a massage lady, tickles the pig, loosens the bone and knocks the back. The pig feels very comfortable and relaxes its vigilance.Then, the wolf arched open the gate from the inside, nibbled on the pig's ear with its teeth, walked side by side with the pig, and hit the pig on the back with its tail.The stupid and ignorant pig was fooled and ran away with the wolf.Wherever the wolf goes, the pig will go; as fast as the wolf runs, the pig will run as fast.It wasn't until the wolf's den that the pig woke up from the dream and regretted it too late. Wolves are very cunning. Many people in the village have been bitten by wolves. Some people still have the scars left by wolves on their necks.When a wolf attacks a person, it will pounce on the neck and bite the neck first, and will flee after missing a hit.Wolves can also steal babies. Some babies in the village were stolen by wolves. When they were found again, only half of their bodies remained. The ancients often said that embarrassment is evil, but I have never seen embarrassment.This is a very mysterious animal, even my father has only seen it once. At the beginning of the Cultural Revolution, my father was not married at that time.Once, when my father was driving at night, his steps were fast and the moon was shining brightly. He suddenly turned his head and saw a pack of wolves following behind him. Wolves operate in families as groups. In a group, there will be one male wolf, two or three female wolves, and varying numbers of pups.My father said that night he saw that the wolves were big and small, high and low, it was a complete family of wolves.When the clan fights, every wolf will be very crazy. The father saw the wolf, but he couldn't run away.If you run away, the wolf knows you are afraid and will attack.The wolf is a very smart animal, like a sinister villain, it is very good at observing words and deeds.Father had a few steamed buns in his backpack, and he threw them on the ground, imagining that the wolves who ate the steamed buns would not chase after them.However, the wolves continued to follow after eating the steamed buns. When he walked slowly, the wolves also walked slowly; when he walked fast, the wolves also walked fast.Father knew that it was a wolf watching him, and if he showed any signs of timidity, the wolf would pounce on him. My father pretended to be fearless and sang Qin Opera loudly. This kind of ancient opera singing is high-pitched, hoarse and resounding. It is said that when Su Wu was herding sheep, he shouted casually with grief and indignation, and later evolved into Qin Opera. , spread in the vast northwest.The wolf paused, but still followed him, never leaving. My father is very tall, maybe about 1.8 meters, but unfortunately I only have one photo, which was taken when my father was seeing a doctor in the provincial capital that year.Shortly after the photo was taken, the father passed away.I keep that photo with me all the time. Every time my wife sees my father’s photo, she laments that my father is tall, majestic and full of masculinity, and laments that she has no chance to see him.In fact, my father was already a sick old man in his fifties at that time. All my understanding of men when I was a child came from my father.My father has always been a role model for me. From him, I learned open-mindedness, optimism, tolerance, kindness, integrity, strength and love for life.In fact, the vast majority of farmers in China are just like their father.They have come out of the most difficult years, and the traditional Chinese moral character has been inherited in them.I still remember that when I was the deputy director of the government, my father repeatedly told me: "Peasants come to ask you to do something, and you must do it well. Those who can come to you are so panicked that they can't think of any other way." People." My father was worried about my corruption and bribery, and every time he came home he would teach me: "Be an upright official, don't be a corrupt official, look at those old dramas, corrupt officials will be infamous for thousands of years, and upright officials will be praised by generations. "The farmer's father always used his very simple point of view to educate me, "Be a man who walks well, behaves rightly, and is not afraid of wherever he goes." On that winter night when the terrifying murderous intent approached, my father walked in front, and the wolves followed.Later, under the bright moonlight, my father saw the village in the distance, so he ran towards the village, and the wolves chased after him. The village was getting closer, and the wolves were getting closer.The winter in the north is extremely cold. Many small animals choose to hibernate, hiding in deep caves, guarding the dry food for the whole winter like an old rich man and unwilling to come out of the nest. Therefore, the wolves in this season are always hungry , They will not take the initiative to attack humans unless they have to, and if they attack humans, it means that they are extremely hungry and they have become extremely crazy. Just when the wolves were about to catch up with his father, his father suddenly saw a broken wall outside the village. He stepped on the wall with one foot, jumped up and jumped onto the top of the wall.Then, riding on the top of the wall, he looked at the distraught pack of wolves under his feet. Because the north is located in the temperate zone, the houses in the north are built on one side, with doors and windows facing south, and the back walls of the houses are built on earthen walls.When the house was demolished, the purlins, wooden rafters, bricks and tiles were removed, leaving only the earthen walls that could not be removed.These earth walls are more than one foot high, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, and the width of the top of the wall is only half a foot. My father thought, sitting on the wall more than ten feet high, he just waited like this, and when the people in the village came out at dawn, the wolves would disperse. The pack of wolves gathered together, probably discussing something. A few minutes later, a big wolf left, and the other wolves were scattered around the broken wall to prevent their father from escaping suddenly.The father smiled in his heart and said, I will not run away, why should I run away? The winter nights in the north are extremely cold, the kind of cold pierces the bone marrow, and the dripping water turns into ice.In order to keep out the cold, my father rode on the wall and continued to sing Qin opera loudly, moving his limbs, and the village tens of meters away was still quiet.There was no entertainment at night in the countryside at that time, and the farmers always went to bed early. About an hour later, a strange animal appeared in my father's sight, with a huge body and six legs dancing happily.Father didn't know what it was, and he had never heard of an animal with six legs. When the six-legged animal came close, my father saw clearly that it was two animals. One was a wolf, and the other was not a wolf, but looked like a wolf. That was the legendary embarrassment, an animal worse than a wolf.Hao's front legs are very short, making it inconvenient to walk, so its front legs have to rest on the wolf's back.Hao usually stays in the den and cannot act alone. It will only appear when the wolves encounter difficulties.Embarrassed is the dog-headed strategist of the wolves, a cunning and cunning animal. My father later told me that if such an animal as Lian really existed, why he only saw this kind of animal once in his life, and no one else had seen it. Therefore, my father suspected that Lian was actually a wolf, which was hunted by hunters The clamp broke the front leg, and the wolf was crawling forward, so the hunter's clamp could only clamp the wolf's front leg.But wolves are particularly strong and staunch. When their front legs are clamped by clips, they will snap off their front legs and run away.Wolves who have survived once become very cunning, and they can see through the traps set by hunters at a glance. However, it is not clearly recorded in the books whether the embarrassment really exists, or whether the embarrassment itself is a wolf with a broken front leg, and I am not sure. For the time being, let's call this animal a pang. Father saw a pack of wolves surrounding Pan's head, and Pan seemed to be assigning some mission.After a while, the wolves scattered away, and when they came back, they all dragged a piece of firewood by their mouths, and piled the firewood under the corner of the wall. They were neatly stacked. At that time, firewood was burned in the northern countryside, and there was a neat pile of firewood in front of every household.The cunning Hao asked the wolves to carry the firewood, and the wolves could climb the wall along the firewood. Father was terrified.He could only shout loudly, hoping that the sleeping people in the village would wake up, but there was still no sound in the village. The firewood was piled higher and higher under his feet, and a big wolf stood on the pile of firewood, jumped up and rushed to his father's feet.The father kicked it, but missed it, and the cloth shoe was bitten off by the wolf.My father didn't have a weapon in his hand, so he could only fill the cloth bag with soil, and swung it round like a meteor hammer, hitting the wolf's head with a loud bang.The wolf's head is very hard. The old people say that the wolf has a copper head and iron legs and a numb waist. Only the wolf's waist is its lifeline. The pile of firewood was still getting higher and higher, another wolf attacked and took hold of the cloth bag, refusing to let go.The father had no choice but to take off the cotton coat as a weapon. However, this soft cotton filling did not pose any threat to the wolves.His father said that he wanted to jump off the wall, grab two sticks of firewood, and fight the wolves to the death. Just at the very moment, the creaking sound of the door leaf turning came from the village in the distance.This piercing sound sounds very loud in the silent dark night.At that time, the rural areas were all wooden doors, and the door shafts and piers were all made of wood. Oil was often poured on the door piers. If oil was not poured on the door piers, it would be difficult to open and there would be creaking noises.Father knew that someone was getting up at night, so he shouted loudly: "Wolf, wolf!" The village echoed, and then the lights were turned on. The wolves fled in a hurry, and the wolf fled on the back of the big wolf. Besides wolves, Chi Dao and I talked about grave robbery the most.The place where Chi Dao lived was close to the capital of emperors in ancient times.Therefore, there have been many tomb robbers in the past dynasties.And many places in the province where I live, as well as many villages in our hometown, have a long history just from the names, such as Yushi Village, Three Kings City, Fengcheng Village, Shilangtai, Shangshu Temple, etc., because these The local history is profound and there are many ancient tombs, so there are many people who make a living by robbing tombs. We all heard many stories about tomb robbers when we were young, and these stories are more exciting than the stories of wolves.These stories are all heard on "Speaking the Ancient Scriptures".The history of tomb robbery in these places has a long history. Two of the scariest grave robbery stories I ever heard as a child were about kids.A group of tomb robbers dug up an ancient tomb, and suddenly found that the deceased was a child with an iron nail stuck on the top of the child's head.When the child died, his family did not know how he died, but the tomb robbers revealed the shocking secret that he was wedged into the top of his head with iron nails and died.It is said that there is a certain soft spot on the top of the child's head, which can be inserted by pressing an iron nail with a finger. There was also a group of tomb robbers. After digging the passage, they found a child's skeleton at the entrance of the passage, only two meters away from the sarcophagus.This kid is also a grave robber.Tomb robbers are generally composed of several people, one of whom must be a very thin person or a child, and this person is the person who entered the tomb.After the tomb robbers hung up all the utensils, they buried the child in the ground.I don't know how many years later, another group of tomb robbers came again and dug up the ancient tomb, only to discover this secret. Burying people in the soil is the most terrifying method of death. This method does not see the dead or the dead.When I was a child, I heard that there was a dispute between two families.When a family built a house and beat the wall, they beat the neighbor's child into the earth wall.For decades, the neighbors didn't know where the child had gone, and they thought it was taken away by wolves.Later, a heavy rain caused the earth wall to collapse, and people saw that the child was beaten into the earth wall, and his clothes were still intact.When building a wall, lay a layer of soil, use a stone pier to punch out an earthen nest, spread another layer of soil, and then punch out an earthen nest.Therefore, the earth wall is very strong, and the insects can't bite, so the child's corpse can be well preserved. Chi Dao talked about an incident in their village, which he witnessed with his own eyes.有一天，村子里一户有钱人家的女孩子死了。按照北方的风俗，孩子安葬只能选择晚上，大人安葬才能在白天，否则，两个鬼会在去阴间的路上相遇，小鬼会被大鬼欺负。 那家有钱人安葬孩子的时候，陪葬了很多值钱东西，什么录音机啊，手表啊，还有给孩子的项链戒指。不想，这些东西被盗墓贼盯上了。 孩子是在黄昏时候安葬的，盗墓贼是在凌晨动工的。 第二天早晨吃饭的时候，农村的早饭是在早晨9点左右吃，那个死去的女孩子突然披头散发，出现在了村道上，所有人见了，都吓得说不出话了，这可真是大白天见到鬼了。女孩子跑回家，拍打着房门，她的父母吓瘫了，一动也不敢动。后来，女孩子就在村道上游荡，村道上冷冷静静，家家关门闭户，人人躲在门后瑟瑟发抖。后来，还是村中一个老人胆子大，走了出去，和女孩子交谈，发现这个女孩子不是鬼，她是死而复生的人。 人们再去安葬女孩子的坟墓那里观看，看到昨天晚上的坟墓被扒开了，棺材也打开了，棺材边躺着一个男人，这是一个盗墓贼，他被死而复生的女孩吓死了。 这种现象在医学上叫做假死。看起来死亡了，其实还没有死去，一旦受到某种刺激后，又会活过来。 千百年来，盗墓贼生生不息，代代相传。安葬者总在穷尽心机，死后想得到安逸；盗墓贼总是挖空心思，想盗得财宝。这种猫与鼠，鹰与兔的战争，从来就没有停止过。 所以，秦始皇将自己的坟茔修建得异常牢固，而且将所有参与修建的人都作为了陪葬品，想守住自己坟茔的秘密。很多王侯将相都建有多个坟茔，以假乱真。至于坟墓中的种种机关：毒箭、弩弓、流沙、滚石、毒气、檑木、蛇蝎，那更是不一而足。 然而，这些都难不倒盗墓贼。 盗墓贼偷盗到的每一件文物，都有一段故事。每一段故事，都是一段传奇。 不久，我的隔壁搬来了一对夫妻，他们来自中部一座城市，在古代，这座城市经常作为偏安一隅的小朝廷的都城。 这对夫妻以前在那座城市里开有一间文物商店的。后来，因为房屋拆迁，他们和开发商谈不拢价格，开发商就将他们的房子夷为平地。他们就只好来到南方打工。这对夫妻还说，那个推倒他们房子的开发商，其实就是他们的初中同学，当初因为打架斗殴调戏女同学而被学校开除了，没想到后来成为了身价亿万的房地产开发商。 这对夫妻的口中有着更多的关于盗墓的故事，故事中的主角人鬼莫辨，我常常怀疑这些故事的真实性，可是他们却振振有词地说，有些是亲眼看到，有些是亲耳听到。 这对夫妻，男子叫钟封，女子叫马玲。 钟封说，能够找到马玲做妻子，这一生就很满足了。马玲是一个很好的妻子，模样俊俏。她当初嫁给钟封的时候，钟封是一家文物商店的老板，而现在，钟封成了化妆品厂的打工仔，而马玲没有任何后悔，她在一家服装厂做工。化妆品厂和服装厂的工作都不是很好，遇到有执法部门检查的时候，工厂就要关门歇业，他们没有活干，就躲在家中。和居住在村庄的一些因为生活贫困而脾气暴躁的夫妻不同，他们相依为命，从不抱怨。 钟封所在的化妆品厂，按照以后的说话，专门生产山寨产品。经常坐火车出差的人都能知道，当火车进入了某一段地域的时候，就不能下车买东西，因为你所买到的食品可能都是山寨食品。你想买“康师傅”，结果买到的是“康帅傅”；你想买“雪碧”，结果买到的是“云碧”；你想买“百事可乐”，结果买到的是“日事可乐”；你想买“娃哈哈”，结果买到的是“哇哈哈”；你想买“蒙牛”，结果买到的是“蒙午”；你想买“营养快线”，结果买到的是“营养专线”…… 钟封所在的化妆品厂就专门生产这样的产品，他们生产“沙宜”洗发水，还生产“太宝”系列护肤霜，也生产“漂柔”洗发水和“舒肤住”沐浴露。这样的工厂没有营业执照，没有产品检验，这就是通常人们所说的黑工厂。 马玲的服装厂同样是黑工厂。这家工厂生产各种牌子的衣服，这段时间流行欧美款式的衣服，他们生产出的衣服就是英文商标；过段时间流行韩版衣服，他们的衣服又换成了韩文。这些衣服商标上的英文和韩文是什么意思，顾客看不懂，他们也看不懂。 为了逃避打击，生产山寨化妆品和仿名牌的黑工厂小作坊一般都会选在城乡结合部。 钟封和马玲以前开文物商店，为什么又会来到城乡结合部打工？ 很长时间里，他们都闭口不谈，似乎有难言之隐。直到有一天，他们才告诉说，是一件文物害了他们。 有一天，钟封行走在山区的小路上，看到田地里有几个盗墓的人，他们对钟封很警惕，一见到他就赶紧把探杆呀洛阳铲什么的往面包车的后盖里装，准备逃跑。这一切都好像是钟封和他们偶然相遇。 钟封经常收文物，他知道很多文物就是出自这些盗墓贼之手。钟封估计这些人手中有货，就跑步上前拦住了车子。他们看起来很惊慌，钟封说：“我是收文物的。”但是，他们将信将疑。 后来经过一再解释，他们才相信了。钟封问他们手中是否有货。他们拿出一件圆形的东西，让钟封看，他们说这是刚刚从坟墓里挖出来的。 钟封向他们脚下看，那里确实有坟墓，也有一条竖井，一直通往坟墓里。 那件圆形的东西是一件玉器，中间雕刻着太阳图案，两边是两个把手，刚好能够放进四个手指。以前，钟封看到过类似的东西，他知道这是原始社会部落里的酋长祭奠太阳神的时候所用的物品，是部落的图腾。这个东西价值连城。 站在竖井旁边的钟封相信他们是刚刚盗墓挖出来的，就没有怀疑这件东西的真实性。 然而，他们开价要200万，绝不还价。 钟封越发相信了这是一件无价之宝。 后来，钟封拿出了所有的存款，并向亲戚和同行借了几十万元，以120万的价钱买到了这个“无价之宝”。他想转手倒卖，说不定能赚上千万，他相信自己是以异常便宜的价格从一伙盗墓贼手中买到了一件稀世之宝。 几个月后，当一个经常从他这里倒卖文物的南方客商来到他这里，他炫耀地拿出稀世之宝让对方看。这个一辈子浸泡在文物中的南方客商对这件宝物心存疑惑，他说，他想找到那些盗墓贼，和他们交谈。 钟封拨打盗墓贼的电话，却都无法打通。他这才意识到自己被骗了，汗如雨下。 为什么钟封就会刚好在坟墓旁边遇到那伙盗墓贼？后来，他想，应该是那些骗子早就盯上了他，从他一出门就被人盯梢了，他们已经算好了他什么时候会在坟墓边出现，他们就设计好了“局”在那里等他，等他自投罗网。 在河南的几个小城里，有几伙专门制作假文物的人。这种行业叫“做旧”。这些假文物流到了全国很多地方。 我们经常会在天桥上、地下通道、商场门口，看到一些穿着工作服，戴着安全帽的好像是建筑工人一样的男子，蹲在地上，面前摆放着一些很旧的字画，什么《清明上河图》，什么《王羲之草书》，有时候还有一些看起来很像文物的东西，上面锈迹斑斑，他们说这是从建筑工地刚刚挖出来的，为了让你相信，他们还给你看文物上的新鲜的土。其实，这些假文物几乎都是从那些地方出产的。这些文物的生产日期长则一年，短则一个月。 这类假文物，千万不要买。 迟刀和钟封是我在城乡结合部这个村庄里的最好的两位朋友。其实，尽管这个村子的居住人口足有10万人，然而，能够经常交往的只有那么几个。每天早晨和夜晚，我们匆匆忙忙地从村庄走出，又走回村庄，看到的都是陌生的年轻的面容。他们中，绝大多数都没有超过三十岁，都怀揣着梦想，都将这座村庄作为了青春的驿站，都幻想着下一个驿站会抵近市中心，那些代表着财富和幸福的高楼大厦。 我在这座村子居住了一年多，前几个月，每月都能见到房东，一个红着眼圈，似乎总也睡不醒的中年人，其实他夜晚总是在孜孜不倦地打麻将，才会这样。有时候是他的妻子来收房租，一个非常漂亮的年轻女子，操着外地口音。后来我听说，他是在土地被征用后，一夜之间进入了暴发户行列，才娶了妻子。而此前，他是一名菜农，每天早晨挑着一担韭菜或者莴笋，咯吱咯吱地走过田埂，走过村口的小桥，走进菜市场里。他和那些广大农民的生活毫无二致。 在我搬进这座村庄的后几个月，房东嫌每月一家家收取房租麻烦，他把整幢楼房承包给了一个外地来打工的小伙子。那个小伙子不厌其烦地一家家敲门收取房租，和前来租房的人讨价还价，然后把房租中的一部分交给房东，自己留一部分做生活费用。 我们与房东和二房东的来往，仅限于每月的房租来往。二房东看不起我们这些人，房东更看不起，他们说话的语气很冲，总好像我们每个人都欠了他八吊钱。 村子里的人很少乘坐出租车，出租车总是从村外的道路上唿啸而过，连喧嚣的村庄望一眼也不会。这里的人每天的交通工具就是两条腿，当走路需要半小时以上的时候，才会考虑是否坐公交车。村子里的各种各样摊点：水果摊、百货摊、小饭店……价格都非常便宜，尽管这样，很多人还是选择在家中做饭吃，这样花费更少些。 由于楼房之间空间很小，这里的手机信号都很差，而小灵通就更没有信号。这里，直到很晚都有很大的说话声。那几年有一个段子：“通信基本靠吼，交通基本靠走，娱乐基本靠手……”我们经常用这个段子自嘲。 村庄里的人从事各种各种职业，主要有工厂工人、公司文员、营销职员、超市员工等，这些职业收入都偏低。他们像蚂蚁一样聚集在一起，每个人的生存空间都非常小，每一幢楼房，每一层房间，都密密麻麻住满了人。这里的每一个人都以最低的姿态，最低的标准介入生活，整天像蚂蚁一样忙忙碌碌，忙得昏天黑地，却摄取的养分非常少，仅仅满足于温饱。多年后，国家政策进行了调整，种植土地不再收取那么多的税，很多居住在这里的农民返乡了，或者选择自己创业；而代之而来的则是更多的更年轻的大学毕业生。多年前扩招的政策，现在出现了恶果。 他们被后来的人们称为蚁族。 迟刀曾经说过：小时候，老师总是教导我们“知识改变命运”。长大后，我们发现，知识并没有改变命运，改变命运的，是出生。官二代一出生就有锦绣前程，富二代一出生就锦衣玉食，而穷二代一出生就面临生存的压力。