Chapter 5 Chapter 5 The "Original Sin" Behind the Glory

When I flew to Shenzhen again to find Ouyang, I seemed to have even more doubts in my heart: now when academic circles discuss Chinese tycoons, they often throw out a theory of "original sin".That is to say, the rich in China are not like the nobles in the West because of family inheritance, nor are they like Bill in the United States?Gates and others have obtained huge wealth by relying on their own independent intellectual property rights and marketing skills, and Chinese tycoons are usually "upstarts".Such "upstarts" usually have "original sin" during primitive accumulation, that is, they are generally criminal in the initial stage of capital accumulation.Many people in China still have a kind of psychological contempt for people who suddenly become rich overnight. They usually think that the more money a person makes, the greater his "sin".

No matter how modest Ouyang may be, there is no doubt that he is a heavyweight in China's real estate industry today.Shenzhen, Dongguan, Hubei, Hebei, Hunan... all have projects of increasing scale that are rising and expanding, and it is not an exaggeration to describe his career as "in full swing".Rich people tend to attract people's attention, and people with too much money are more likely to receive special attention from society. What is Ouyang's "original sin"? That day Ouyang was forced by me to have nowhere to hide, and finally discussed with me a little uneasy: "You really want to know? Can you go to my hometown again?"

I suddenly remembered the situation when I went to Yunmeng - that fortune-telling street, that respectful and generous charity. "Okay!" I agreed. "Go, let's go tonight!" I was even more excited when I heard it.Ouyang left behind Shenzhen's daily affairs, flew to Wuhan with me Xiaoxiaosasa, and then arrived at Xiaogan, but when he came to his hometown Yunmeng, he made the car that came to meet us make a 90-degree turn at a fork in the road— — "Go to Hanchuan!" When Ouyang took me to his hometown for the second time, he did not go back to the village where he was born, but to Wenhe Town, Hanchuan City, more than a hundred miles away from Xiaoyang Xiaozheng Village, Gepu Town, Yunmeng County. Litai Village...

The setting sun is slanting to the west, and a ray of blood-colored sunset glow spreads over the countryside surrounded by cooking smoke.Looking at the dark village from a distance, there are very few villages that maintain the traditional Chinese style like this.Wenlitai Village, located in the Central Plains, still completely preserves this original ecology. The village stretching for several miles looks like a market town.Walk slowly along the village road where cars can be driven. Along the way, there are various small shops opened by the villagers themselves and small daily necessities stalls placed in the open air. Children follow us in groups. Behind the car, it looks like the scene when a tractor entered the village for the first time in rural China more than 30 years ago...

Wenlitai Village does have a sense of mystery. There are still many century-old houses on both sides of the avenue, as if telling us about the past glory of this village.Although the current Wenlitai Village does not have a passage for large cars to travel all the way, it is well-organized and the criss-cross lanes can extend to every corner of the village, which makes Wenlitai Village more "town" characteristics.Ouyang told me that Wenlitai Village had a population of tens of thousands when it was at its busiest. "It used to be that this village was called Qianjin Brigade, but now it is called Xinhe Town. How many brigades are there in one village? Do you think it's big?" No wonder, this may be the largest village in China I've ever seen.

I thought of Alexandre Dumas's "The Count of Monte Cristo". Does today's "Shenzhen Count of Monte Cristo" also have a "Small Monte Cristo Island" hidden in the far coast? Mysterious "treasure cave"?But in this village, our "Earl of Monte Cristo" Ouyang had a legendary experience that affected his life. Ouyang was a little excited, and his thoughts were pulled back to more than thirty years ago—— When Ouyang was 7 years old, he didn't know how big the outside world was, and he didn't know what great things happened, but he was born sensible, but he knew something that still remains fresh in his memory: one day his mother sighed In one breath, he patted the ashes remaining on his knees, stood up and pulled his second son Xiangshan to his side, saying: "Huazi (Ouyang's nickname), you change into my brother's clothes, and mother will give them to you later." You go to your sister's house."

Little Ouyang thought he heard it wrong, so he widened his small eyes, and looked at his mother suspiciously for a while. "This child, is he stupid?" The mother came over angrily and helped the son take off the tattered coat, and then put a clean and loose blue shirt on him. If you want to work, why don't you go to your sister's house alone?" This time it was my son's turn to speak.Little Ouyang nodded fiercely: "I have been there several times with my brother, I know the way." The mother thought for a while, then took out one yuan and put it in the son's hand, and said: "Then be careful on the road, and don't lose this fare money to me again."

Unexpectedly, the son pushed back the one yuan to the mother: "Mom, I don't need to buy a bus ticket." "How can you get on the train without buying a ticket?" Mother's eyes widened. The son smiled slyly, and said proudly: "Every time I go to my sister's house with my brother, I always pick up the car and don't spend a penny!" "What! Every time you go, you always pick the train?" When the mother heard her face turn pale, she reprimanded her severely, "You little bastard, the train is so fast, if you can't get on it, you will be crushed under the wheels." , do you want to die..."

But the son didn’t realize his mother’s worry, and he was still proudly talking about his heroic deeds: “It’s okay, every time my brother and I get on the platform first, and when the train door closes and starts to move slowly, we will grab the door quickly at the right moment. The handles on both sides, and then jump to the step board for getting on and off the car..." The son said it easily, and the mother put her hands on her chest and yelled, "You are as bold as thieves, the train flies as fast, and the steps are only as narrow as a buttock's size, you will be blamed if you don't fall to your death!"

"It's okay." The son showed off even more, "It's okay if you sit there and don't move. My brother sometimes taught me to untie my trouser belt and tie it on the handle. That's even more okay." "The police saw you and didn't arrest you?" "They can't see it." The son didn't know the worry in his mother's heart, so he talked about his skills more vigorously: "Every time we stop at a stop in front, we jump off first, and when the passengers get on and off, we jump on again when the car starts to drive again." ..."

"It's no wonder if we don't arrest you and put you in prison!" Mother stopped asking, and turned to add firewood to the stove, only her mouth was still muttering. Little Ouyang was very proud, because he didn't mention the shameful scene where the police grabbed his ear and made him stand in the lobby of the waiting room to bow his head and admit his mistake to all the passengers after they found him picking up the car.He also didn't tell his mother that every time he went to his sister's house to pick up the car in the cold winter, that was called suffering!The biting cold wind, more painful than the bite of a venomous snake, slammed into the neckline and cuffs of the person, and there was no warmth in the whole body.Several times, little Ouyang almost died in the wilderness because his frozen hands couldn't hold the frozen iron handle... The slow train journey from Yunmeng, Ouyang’s hometown, to Wenlitai Village, Hanchuan County took about two hours. Although the ticket at that time was only 60 cents, for Ouyang Xiangshan in his childhood and youth, 60 cents was more expensive than it is today. The 100 million yuan in his hand is even rarer. The difference between the poor and the rich is so vast, but this happens to the same person, and its meaning is even more extraordinary, more thought-provoking and bizarre.This story of one day and one earth happened to Ouyang only after a short period of more than 30 years, but it reflects the earth-shaking historical changes that have taken place in Chinese society in these more than 30 years. Ouyang was born in 1959, which was the 10th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China. However, in addition to the political status of the people in rural China, their material life was still poor.Yunmeng, Hubei, is located in the northern part of the Jianghan Plain, a Fu River that stretches for hundreds of miles, carrying the torrential water of Dahong Mountain, passing through Guangshui, crossing Anlu, winding into Yunmeng territory, fertilizing this area ancient land.The Fu River, which is called the "Mother River" by Yunmeng people, passes through the west end of Yunmeng and then flows southward for about 8 kilometers. It suddenly turns sharply and turns eastward in a "J" shape. The curved river surrounds an alluvial plain. .On this small plain of tens of square kilometers, there are several villages scattered. This is Yunmenggepu Town, where Ouyang was born. According to historical records, the area around Gepu Town has always been dominated by cotton planting. In a good year with good weather, the silver cotton is like snow and the grains are plentiful. the gift.The Fu River is not as gentle as its mother. When the flood broke out, it washed away the crops in the field and the sheds and poultry in the village like a wild beast, leaving behind those people who survived the disaster. I can only go to flee famine and beg for food... Ouyang was very moved every time he heard the story of Fuhe told by his father, and later even composed a "folk song" by himself: Perhaps it is due to this difficult-to-change natural condition that today's Yunmeng economy has developed a lot, but it is still far behind the coastal areas.When I set foot on that land with Ouyang for the first time, I saw decent asphalt roads in Gepu Town of Yunmeng and Xiaozheng Village in Ouyang’s hometown and several surrounding villages, which were basically funded by Ouyang over the years. built.Therefore, Ouyang is a great figure in the eyes of local officials and people.When Ouyang Xiangshan's name was mentioned, the more than 500,000 fathers and villagers of Yunmeng felt a sense of pride from the bottom of their hearts. If it hadn't been for Ouyang to reveal his faults himself, standing in front of others today, no one would have imagined that his temperament, conversation, and unrestrained demeanor could be associated with the word "Huako" in his childhood and youth. "Huako" was Ouyang's nickname before he was 19 years old.I witnessed with my own eyes that when Ouyang returned to his hometown today, many older folks still called him this way, which sounded very kind.At that time, "Huazi" was not a respectful name, but a name used by local people to insult and ridicule beggars, which had the same meaning as the "beggar" we usually know. I later firmly believed that it was precisely because of the "respect" such as "Hanako" that Ouyang stood up firmly step by step! Ouyang's parents were both farmers. His father, Ouyang Wanlin, was 1.55 meters tall, definitely a dwarf among men.And his mother is tall, 1.68 meters tall, with good looks and a healthy body. Even at the age of 82, the old man is still quite graceful.Such a pair of couples with huge differences usually have some special reasons for their union. My father was not born thin and short, it was completely caused by the suffering of the cold family since he was a child.Although he was handsome, elegant and gentle, with the appearance of a scholar, he was born with a hard life. His father died of illness when he was two years old, his mother hanged himself when he was 11 years old, and his two older sisters became child brides. People herd cattle.An 11-year-old boy from a poor family can only go to a rich family to do a long-term job for a living. How can he talk about healthy development?Also doomed the unfortunate fate of this man.Tolstoy famously said: Happy families are always alike, but every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Shen Guixiang is the mother of Ouyang Xiangshan. Before entering Ouyang Wanlin's house, she was the "daughter" of a wealthy family.My father is from Huangpi (now Xiaogan Zhujiawan), a wealthy family with a lot of land in the area, and at the same time opened a teahouse in Hanyang, Wuhan.Shen Guixiang is the eldest daughter of the family, because there is an oil press opposite the teahouse, after many visits, the young and beautiful eldest daughter of the Shen family gradually develops feelings for a young man surnamed Zhan from the oil press.One year during the ear planting season, two young people who loved each other returned to their hometown to get married, and later they had a son named Fafa.But Shen's life was not good. When her son was 4 years old, her husband fell ill and died.In the old society, no matter how outstanding a woman was, she would be considered a dwarf after the death of her husband. After the death of her husband, she dragged a child under her knees. Ouyang Wanlin. In 1948, the family formed by Ouyang Wanlin, Shen Guixiang and a ready-made fat son brought something new to Xiaoyang Xiaozheng Village.In the blink of an eye, New China was established, and Ouyang Wanlin, who was born in poverty, had another daughter in his family!What a joy.However, the founding of New China has subverted the original political status between the poor and the rich.Shen Guixiang was discriminated against because of his family background as a landlord, while Ouyang Wanlin was a poor peasant who could stretch his neck and say "my family was the most miserable before liberation" in front of the villagers. Although Ouyang's father was short in stature, he was extremely intelligent and had the wisdom of a peasant.He not only has a cheerful personality and strong self-esteem, but also has an avant-garde sense of small business.He is the first person in the village who dares to do business. Although he does small businesses, he always makes more money and loses less, especially when he does "rat poison" business and makes a steady profit.Perhaps it is this kind of genetic inheritance from his father that makes Ouyang Xiangshan the billionaire he is today.Ouyang's father likes to study all kinds of farming techniques, and he is a top worker in the village.He also likes to watch operas, and he also likes to sing operas. Whenever he is not working, sitting on the simple bamboo bed and humming a few verses to the fish pond in front of his house is one of the great pleasures of life. Ouyang Xiangshan still remembers it vividly . However, God did not take pity on this farmer. In the year when the first daughter was born, seeing that the hard-earned rice fragrance was about to be available, a flood submerged the entire town of Gepu into a vast country... the land was gone, The house was gone, so Ouyang Wanlin had to take his wife, children, and daughter to his aunt's house in Wuhan to support his family of four by selling vegetables. Due to the pressure of life, Ouyang Wanlin has to get up early every day to sell vegetables in the dark, while his wife makes money by helping others make clothes and shoes, leaving her daughter who is less than one year old to cry all day at home alone.One day, Ouyang Wanlin's aunt Zhang Yanshun brought a lollipop to see the child, but when he teased the crying baby with the lollipop, he found that the child's eyes did not respond. "What's the matter, baby?" Ouyang and his wife, who had just returned home from work, hurriedly picked up the child, and shook the baby with a lollipop a few times: "Baby, what do you think this is? Ah, take a look... ..." The child was still unconscious, but the outstretched hand randomly grabbed the mother's hair. "What's the matter! What's the matter with this child?" The mother burst into tears, and the husband and wife picked up the child and rushed to the hospital... After some examinations, the doctor looked at the blind child and shook his head regretfully: "I missed the best time for treatment, it's too late now..." "Poor child!" the mother wailed and passed out. The daughter became blind at an early age and never had a name. According to the customs at that time, girls were usually called "Yatou".This "girl" has not changed her name so far, and she is blind, so Ouyang's parents have left a lifetime of guilt in their hearts.Like all Chinese peasants in the 1950s and 1960s, Ouyang Wanlin, a couple who came together with their own unfortunate fates, later had several children.Because Ouyang Wanlin's seniority belongs to the "Wan" generation in this family, and Ouyang Xiangshan's generation belongs to the "Shi" generation, but all men must have the word "Shan" in their names.On Ouyang Xiangshan Mountain, there is an elder brother named "Shuishan", which was the name given to his son by his father in the famine year when the flood occurred in 1954.When the second son was born five years later, the villagers all said: "This baby cries loudly, which is an auspicious sign." The father was so happy that he said: "Then let's call it Xiangshan!" Ouyang Xiangshan came to the world in this way.He was bred by boundless bitterness and endless tears from his parents... The father told his son that he wanted to get some food to reward his wife the day before his son was born, but at that time all the people in the countryside ate the large canteens of the people's communes I can't find a grain of grain at home.Ouyang's father, who was in a hurry, had no choice but to ask the canteen master.Master Zheng, the cook, kindly mixed a bowl of wheat flour and pumpkin soup for Ouyang's father.Ouyang Wanlin was overjoyed, and ran home with the bowl in his hand. Because of his anxiety and joy, he staggered halfway and fell into the ditch with a "plop"...Decades later, his father still He couldn't forget the bowl of wheat flour and pumpkin soup, and sighed: "Xiang Shan'er was very thin when he was a child, because his mother didn't even eat a bowl of pumpkin soup..." In the 1950s and 1960s, it was not surprising that many people died of starvation in rural China.More than half of the Chinese people did not have enough to eat, which was the basic living condition of the Chinese people in that period.This is unimaginable for today's young people. After Ouyang was born, his mother gave birth to four daughters, but only one sister named Ouyang Yunlan survived. The rest were either killed by illness or hunger, both of which were rooted in poverty.During the more than ten years of marriage, the mother gave birth to seven or eight children non-stop, and it took a year and a half for each pregnancy and childbirth to breastfeeding.During this period, his father, who can only take "half labor" work points in the production team, supported the whole family with his weak but stubborn body. The hardships of Ouyang's family when he was young are self-evident. "Crying all day, skinny and skinny", when the mother recalled her son in childhood, these eight words were always in her mouth. When Ouyang Neng was running on the ground, his mother and father went to the fields to earn work points, and even his five or six-year-old brother started doing farm work with a small basket on his back.There is only one blind elder sister left in the family, and her task is to guard the little brother Ouyang who is rolling all over the floor. When Ouyang went to Hohhot to make donations for education, when a female celebrity met Ouyang Xiangshan, who had become a billionaire, she once said to Ouyang provocatively in front of me: "Your eyes are very bright and very hot... After hearing this, Ouyang shed two lines of tears. He said, "Thank you for your compliment. In fact, you didn't really see my eyes clearly, because there are more sadness and inferiority in my eyes." The female star was very surprised and said that she couldn't see it.Ouyang smiled lightly, saying it was because you didn't understand me at all. "Understood, the first time we went back to Yunmeng together, did you give a lot of alms to the blind on the fortune-telling street because you thought of your sister?" I suddenly remembered a mystery a few months ago. After hearing this, Ouyang's mood seemed to drop to the bottom: "It reminds me of my hard-fated sister, but it also reminds me of my own childhood..." "You are not blind!" "But I grew up with the fate of being blind..." When Ouyang said this, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks... The following things I learned from Ouyang's blind sister later: His half-brother, Fafa, got lost when he was a few years old, and Ouyang was always taken by his blind sister when he was a child.When the parents went out to work, leaving the babbling and toddler little Ouyang at home, the elder sister took on all the tasks of looking after him.The older sister can't see what the world is like, but she knows every tiny sound and every tiny movement of the younger brother.The elder sister is 10 years older than Ouyang. When the younger brother was catching shit and pee, she hugged his back and hugged him, and even used her fingers as a mother's breast for the younger brother to suck; when the younger brother was learning to walk and climb heights, she held hands The younger brother who stumbled around - he often fell more bruised and bruised than his younger brother at the end of the day. "I was most afraid of my younger brother's hunger. When he was hungry, he would cry desperately. I couldn't do anything about it. At that time, there was nothing at home. I fed him water, but he knocked it over the floor; I coaxed him, he Grabbing my hair and flesh... In the end, I had no choice but to cry to him! But as soon as I cried, he stopped crying!" Ouyang's sister later recalled, her sunken eyes looked up to the sky , seems to be immersed in the unmovable and difficult years of the past. It was a particularly cold winter, and the pond was covered with thick ice. When four or five-year-old Ouyang broke free from his sister's hands and walked out of the house, he was blown to the ground by a gust of north wind.At this time, he heard a group of older children in the east of the village laughing. He walked over curiously and saw the older children from the same village arguing around a beggar who was in his fifties and dressed in rags.Little Ouyang didn't know what a beggar was at that time, he just felt that the adult's clothes were almost as worn out as his own, so he followed him from house to house... "Haha, what's going on today? There are two Huazi, one big and one small, in the bay!" Uncle Zheng, the village owner, suddenly shouted happily. "Where did Xiao Huazi come from?" Someone wondered. Uncle Zheng pointed to the little Ouyang who was following the beggar, wearing clothes sewn from sackcloth bags, patched old cotton trousers, a thick straw rope tied around his waist, and rotten straw in his unkempt hair. Loudly said: "Isn't this Xiao Huazi?" "Aha, Xiangshan is Hanako!" Since then, Ouyang Xiangshan's name in Murakami has been replaced by "Hanako".Although Ouyang was ignorant at that time, he was not used to others calling him that way, and even picked up a handful of mud with his small hands and threw it at others. As a result, adults and children in the village called him "Hanako" more cheerfully. With an innocent and childish smile on his face, it was a tacit consent. "Hanako" is the name of Ouyang's childhood and youth, and it is also a portrayal of the true destiny of this poor farm boy.Maybe because he is very rich now, Ouyang has a particularly deep memory of money in his childhood and youth. He told the thrilling past that he and his brother Shuishan almost lost their lives several times in order to save 60 cents for a train ticket.And that time when his mother asked him to buy two catties of salt, but he lost one yuan, he was even more unforgettable. One day, my mother was so busy that she took out a small cloth bag from the room, unpacked several layers, and took out one yuan. She repeatedly told Ouyang: "After you buy the salt, don't forget to put the change you got back. Bring it back to me!" Ouyang's eyes widened. This was the first time little Ouyang had handled one yuan, "and it's a new bill." 40 years later, Ouyang clearly remembers, "That day I took the money my mother gave me, and jumped and jumped all the way as if I had accepted a big ingot. I took out the new one-yuan note from my pocket and looked at it again and again..." "It was autumn at that time, and there were cotton fields on both sides of the ridge, and the branches were covered with bursting cotton, and the autumn wind came in gusts. I ran against the wind and crossed several ditches and a stone arch bridge. Several villages, I arrived at a supply and marketing store in the commune. When I stood in front of the salt counter and reached out my pocket to touch the money ticket, I was shocked: the money was gone! I couldn’t find it! I burst into tears, because I know how powerful my mother is. To my family at that time, this dollar seemed to be more important than our baby’s life. They can get 20 or 30 yuan, and our family has a lot of burdens, and we always have to owe the production team a lot of money in the end. My father and mother wanted to let our whole family live a new year. , I went to the accountant and wanted to borrow three yuan, but the accountant said that it had to be approved by the production team leader. My parents asked the team leader again, but the team leader refused to approve it, saying that the most owed to the accountant would be to ask the production team to take care of some radishes. In the end, my parents had the cheek to borrow a few yuan from relatives to live a year. It is no exaggeration to say that one yuan at that time was more valuable to my family than the one hundred million yuan I have now..." Ouyang recalled In the past, tears filled my eyes. "After returning to the original road from the supply and marketing store, I cried and searched all the way. I searched back and forth a few times, but I couldn't find it... It was dark, and the ridges could not be seen clearly. I knew I must not find it. Give it to my family. I got into a catastrophe, so I didn’t dare to go home. I sneaked into the village and saw that every house was lit up, and some were already eating with their rice bowls, but I could only hide in a bush near the fish pond at the head of the village I was trembling and heard my mother looking for me from house to house with a lamp, asking them if they saw Hanako, and everyone replied that she hadn’t. I don’t know how long it took, but I saw my mother carrying a stick out of the fish pond. The other end of the tree walked towards the bush where I was hiding. She came up in three steps and pulled me out of the grass, and asked me loudly: "Where's the salt you bought?" A wooden stick, and I knew that I had caused trouble, so when I heard her question, I was already out of my wits, wept loudly, and told the truth. When my mother heard this, she became furious, picked up the wooden stick and hit me. Come on. I knew I was in the wrong, so I had to endure the beating. I don’t know how long it took. Uncle Wan Yin from the next door bumped into our mother and daughter, and persuaded my mother. But that night, I lay trembling I didn't sleep in bed all night, and I didn't dare to make a sound. I heard my father and mother were arguing about losing the one yuan for me. My tears soaked the quilt..." When he reached school age, Ouyang saw that his friends of the same age in the village happily went to school with schoolbags on their backs, but he did not have that blessing, because at this time his father was seriously ill and bedridden, and the burden of supporting the whole family of six fell. On the mother alone.How little Ouyang longed to wear a red scarf and hold a book with his companions—he dared not think about it any further. His mother told him: "People call you a bastard, and it's useless for you to study. Besides, when you go to school, who will carry the water and urine when your father is lying on the bed? Who will take care of the blind sister and little sister?" At that time, Ouyang didn't know why his mother who was a landlord and his father who had been a Japanese soldier for a few days were always bullied, but he knew that "ghosts and snake gods" were "bad people".Since people related to "ghosts and snake gods" must be looked down upon by the production team and Murakami.I am not a "ghost and snake", why can't I go to school? Because of not being able to go to school with his friends of the same age in this village, Ouyang's young heart was deeply scarred.But when he thought of his mother's next few words, he nodded sensibly, and never mentioned school to his mother again.The tall and thin Ouyang helped his mother and elder brother take up the burden of the family prematurely. There is a saying that "Youth don't know how to feel sad".Ouyang, a young man, really doesn't know what suffering is. He only knows that besides helping his mother's family and being busy every day, he often finds time to jump into the river pond ditch in front of and behind the village to catch small hemp fish. "There are fish to eat! There are fish to eat—" Every time little Ouyang served the fish he caught to his father and sisters on the sick bed, he felt a kind of growing satisfaction. "Hanako, your aunt's cousin Zhan Zhilan is getting married today, so go and have the wedding wine for your mother!" One day, the mother said to little Ouyang with a happy face. "Let me go - have a wedding wine?" Ouyang couldn't believe it, staring at his mother for a long time with a pair of big eyes and still doubting that there was such a good thing. "Go as soon as I tell you, it's not far away. When you get there, just sit on the table and just grab some delicious food!" said the father, who had a relapse of stomach trouble, leaning on the head of the sick bed. "Hey!" Ouyang was so happy that day. I don't know where his mother got a new set of clothes for him to wear, but after this day, Ouyang never saw the clothes again. What's more, he is the representative The members of Ouyang Wanlin's family went to the "seat". In rural areas, when weddings and funerals are important events, relatives and neighbors are present, and there is a lot of attention to the order of generations!There is a table for ten people, and a seat for eight people. The person who can sit at the head of the table is usually the head of the household, with a name and surname, and a generation.Today, Ouyang is seated at a table of ten people, and besides him, there are nine women.As the saying goes, three women play a show, and these nine women gather around a table, not to mention the excitement.Ouyang's ears are now deaf, and only a pair of eyes are greedily staring at the pots of delicious dishes that he has never even seen before... "Big meat is here—" Amidst the "cracking" sound of firecrackers, the chef who served the dishes put a bowl of braised pork that made Ouyang drool when he saw it, and put it in the center of the table.This is the fifth dish that is very talkative at the wedding. Each bowl of big meat is ten yuan, one piece for each person.There is a local saying, "Eat wedding wine, eat wedding wine, and only leave after eating big meat."This means that anyone who participates in the banquet must eat big meat.How does Ouyang understand these things?He, who had never smelled much oil since he was a child, saw the delicious big meat coming to his nostrils, got up and took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.When he looked up again, he saw that there was still a piece of meat that was almost cold in the bowl.While the women on the table were only interested in chatting, little Ouyang picked up his chopsticks without hesitation. "Hey, where's my piece of meat? Who is greedy and sneaked a piece? Tell me! Who is it?" Suddenly, a woman at the same table called out loudly, her eyes widened.The people at the same table and those at the neighboring tables quickly gathered their gazes together, and they all focused on Ouyang who was still chewing the piece of meat in his voice... "Although I was only eight or nine years old at that time, it was the first time I felt that I was the most shameful person in the world! I didn't dare to raise my head, and I didn't dare to chew any more meat. It was as if my whole body was being stabbed with sharp swords, and I felt ashamed. I don't know what I did wrong, I just feel so ashamed and humiliated. I don't know how I left that table afterward, but I remember running home crying all the way home without taking another bite. Mom saw me Then I quickly asked what was going on, and I cried even harder. After my mother knew what was going on, she couldn't help but hugged me and cried bitterly. I found that she seemed to be more wronged than me, and kept crying His shoulders were trembling, and he kept saying, "What's wrong with the child eating more meat! You bully him like this—""