twenty-one

Singing in the cowshed:

Write a nine-character hanging golden hook,

Seven wolves and eight tigers are running through Youzhou.

Just a few crosses are written completely,

Liu Bang didn't return it.

……

twenty-two

I walked for two days and came back. He stuck the merchant drum in his waist and didn't let it sound. He walked under the table where he had stopped selling goods and shouted into the platform:

"Second aunt!"

After shouting twice, the second aunt came out, wearing a half-worn gown, and her flesh was not exposed. The two hands are yellow and clear:

"Big brother, why are you back!"

"I took my second aunt's cigarette purse away last time, and I forgot to return it. He took out his cigarette purse from his pocket and held it up to her.

"Is this worth sending back? Here you go, not anymore. The second aunt said. Her low, hoarse, and sweet voice was very comforting, like taking a sip of hot tea.

"How could it. He walked up to the stage and handed the cigarette purse to the second aunt.

"No, I don't. The second aunt said, holding her hands yellow and clear, and stepped back.

"How could it. He walked towards her.

She could only ask for it, but how could she take the noodles of her hands? She turned sideways: "Put it in your pocket for me!"

Pick up and put her hand into her open pocket, which was warm. His hand paused for a moment before withdrawing, carrying her body temperature with it.

"Come in and sit down and have a bowl of tea!" she said.

"No, let's go. But he said, but his feet did not move.

"Sit and rest. She said.

"Gone. But he did not go.

"Come in and sit down!" she stretched out her shoulders to resist him, and he entered the house.

The house is not small, there are three rooms. But it was empty, nothing. There were two children crawling on the ground, one three-year-old and the other four-year-old. A pan was erected in front of the door. The second aunt then met and sat on the bench to smoke.

"How old is this?" asked Pickup.

"The third and the fourth. The second aunt replied.

"It's weird. ”

"It's annoying. ”

They go and come and go. I don't know why, he feels very comfortable and comfortable in front of this second aunt.

He felt that although the two aunts were meeting for the second time, they seemed to have known each other for a long time.

"He did a lot of work and didn't lose his work?" he asked.

"He's gone on a and died!" she replied.

"Oh. He was stunned, and after a while, he said slowly, "The second aunt is also a hard worker!"

"I'm used to it. Big brother, can you help light the fire?"

"Yes. He got up in a hurry, moved to the pan, and lit the fire.

"Big brother. The second aunt shouted.

"Uh-huh!" said Pickup.

"You came over there, did you divide the land over there?"

"It's all noisy, screaming, I'm afraid it's going to be soon. ”

"If the land is divided, it is enough for my mother to suffer a few times. The second aunt sighed.

"Everyone will help, the people in this village are very good. "Pick it up to comfort her.

"A piece of land, labor is food, labor is money, who knows what it will be. ”

"It's all a village and a surname, everyone has it in the pot, and you won't be missing a few bowls. "Pick it up.

"You big brother can talk. The second aunt smiled.

"I'm the dumbest of all, I'm telling the truth. Picking up a red face.

"You're telling the truth. The second aunt glanced at him and whispered, as if she was talking to herself.

The noodles are reconciled. The second aunt moved a small bench and sat down in front of the pan, reaching out to gently rub the dough on the pan. There was a puff of smoke rising from the swoop. Suddenly he felt a sigh in his heart, how could he see his aunt's face in this light smoke.

A bamboo splitter picked up the pancake, and the second aunt's face became clear again: "Don't go, eat here." ”

"Nope. The second aunt didn't hear it, so she wiped the dough on the pan, wiped it round, and picked it again. I picked up and looked at the second aunt's hand: the wrist was round, the fingers were bulging, and the skin on the back of the hand was a little wrinkled, but it was strong. What he had seen the most was the hands of his daughters-in-law and sisters, and how many pairs of hands of his daughters-in-law and sisters were churning under his nose every day, picking and choosing. But he never felt that there were any hands like these pairs, looking at his heart at ease, comfortable, close, and ...... How to say it, my heart is warm. He seems to have seen such hands somewhere, otherwise, why are they so familiar!

"You are also a miserable person," the second aunt wiped the dough and said leisurely, "If you pass by here in the future, come in and have a bowl of tea, have a meal, and rest your feet, even if it is a place to stay!"

Pick up a sour nose and don't speak.

"Whoever has washed the shabu, let it be put aside. It's not easy to be alone outside. ”

"Second aunt!" picked up his head and shouted, his eyes full of tears.

twenty-three

That night, the aunt didn't hear the drum in the ears of the merchant. A good night's sleep.

twenty-four

The land has been distributed to the households. No matter how Wenzi cries or makes trouble, he won't let him go to school. Wenzi was so anxious that he couldn't find Bao Renwen to intercede. Bao Renwen said to him:

"My uncle, you have to take a long-term view. After the land is divided, it depends on one's personal ability to collect more grain. Let the cultural children go to school, learn some science, and only by farming can they plant well, but death alone will not work. ”

Bao Yanshan just smoked and didn't talk.

Bao Renwen read it to him again: A high school student in a certain place raised long-haired rabbits and became a 10,000-yuan household; a college student in a certain place planted rice and earned a lot of money...... Bao Yanshan's eyes popped up when he heard this, but as soon as the words returned to the culture, he calmed down again. It seems that the cultural sub has nothing to do with those people. Even if Bao Renwen explained in simple terms, he was also unmoved. Say:

"Far water can't save the near fire, Dawenzi! ”

"It's better to read more!" Bao Renwen did not give up his efforts. If the cultural child is pumping and partnering on the side, he can't give up if he wants to give up.

Bao Yanshan slanted his eyes and looked at Bao Renwen without squeaking. In fact, Bao Renwen is the most inappropriate to be this lobbyist. He himself is a powerful counter-proof that reading is useless and that it is bad. Always reminds people not to follow in his footsteps, don't make your children like this: lose time and money, get a belly of sour fake vinegar, don't like it, don't use it, and really be a "literary maniac".

There is no way around it. Wenzi knows that crying is useless, so he doesn't cry anymore, save some effort. But Xiaocui said him behind his back:

"That's it?"

"Forget it. Wenhua Zi said dejectedly.

"Dump!" said Xiao Cuizi disdainfully.

Wenhuazi's face turned red. Here, incompetence, nests, rice buckets, and bears are all covered with the word "dump". I am afraid that the worst quality of a man is to "shake off", and if a man "throws off", then how can he be a person? How can people afford to look down on him? Wenzi moved his lips, didn't say anything, stood up and wanted to leave. Xiao Cuizi stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve:

"Give me back the song I sang. ”

"How can this be returned!" Wenkoko rolled her eyes at her.

"You sing it back to me, sing 'December'!" Xiao Cui nudged him.

"I can't sing. ”

"If you don't know how to sing, you have to sing. ”

Wenhuazi was stunned for a while, knowing that he couldn't beat Xiaocui, he couldn't beat Xiaocui, and he couldn't be happy in his heart, I really don't know what the hell I saw!" He pleaded.

"Anyway. "Xiao Cui is accommodating.

Wenzi thought about it with a bitter face, and then said: "Sing a revolutionary song." ”

"Sing it!"

Wenhuazi pondered for a while, coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and spoke: "A big river with wide waves-" He stopped after singing, peeking at Xiaocui to see her reaction, he was afraid that she would laugh.

She didn't smile, but looked at him, her mouth slightly open, as if she was a little surprised.

"The wind blows the rice and flowers on both sides, and my family lives on the shore—" Wenhuazi peeked at her as she sang, and she was silent, as if she was thinking about something.

"I'm used to hearing the horn of the captain-" Wenhuazi sang with a puffed throat, so he had to admit defeat, "I really can't hang it." ”

Xiao Cuizi raised her eyes to look at him as if she had woken up, and said softly, "This song is strange and good." ”

The culture is proud, as if it is ashamed.

As soon as the news spread that the cultural children did not study, the teacher came to hear the news and mobilized the scum to go to school. As a last resort, he said to Bao Yanshan from the bottom of his heart:

"Let's be honest! I've been a farming teacher for all these years, and I still haven't turned a regular. You let the scum go to school, but also give me face. I'll pay for the first installment of tuition!"

Bao Yanshan looked at the teacher and finally nodded. However, the teacher did not pay the tuition, he said: "If he is really allowed to study, I will have to pay for his tuition, and you must not let your teacher pay for it." ”

He was a man of his word, paid the tuition in one go, and spent six cents and seven cents to buy a new schoolbag for the scum. Bao Wuye picked up a pencil with a flower rod on the merchant's pick, and put it in his schoolbag.

I went to school and became a primary school student. In the first semester, I won a certificate of "three good students".

Xiaocui took the award certificate in her hand, looked at it upside down, and asked Wenzi:

"Why haven't you brought back a piece of flower paper all these years?"

Wenhuazi glanced at the award certificate disdainfully: "It's nothing. ”

"What's that?" replied.

The two of them often quarreled like this, and everyone in Bao Yanshan's family saw it in their eyes, and slowly saw some meanings, and at night, on the pillow, discussed with the man:

"Xiao Cui is seventeen, it's time to give them a round house. ”

But at this moment, Xiaocui suddenly disappeared. After cutting the last pile of wheat, Xiao Cui said:

"You go home first, I'll go to the ditch to wash the hand towels. "And then he never came back.

twenty-five

Nowadays, there are many literary and artistic publications, and there are always dozens of them. Bao Renwen sent the manuscript in all directions, and the thick copy of the "work" had been opened and sent. Send one, and he will increase his expectations. His life is full of expectations, and there is no room to do anything else. In the three acres and quarters of land that he and his wife have, there are fewer seedlings and more grass than others, and they can't plant the second aunt's land. I don't know what evil he has fallen into. His mother even went to the land temple of Sanlibao twenty miles away to burn a stick of incense. The temple had long been destroyed, so she planted incense in the big tree in front of the temple. This temple of the Bodhisattva spirit, she thinks.

His old classmate, who was typing in the Propaganda Department of the county party committee, gave him a message that there was going to be a pen meeting in the province. PEN Club means that many writers get together, talk, have fun, and meet friends with their writings. The pen club will be opened in the provincial capital first, and then you will go to this Baoshan to play. In recent years, tourism has flourished, and the places with a little bit of origin are called out as resorts. It is said that there are some footprints on it, which were left by the ancestors of the Bao family when they inspected the water control situation. There is also a cave with stone tables and chairs in the cave, which was used by the ancestor when he was in command. It is said that there will also be a tourist spot there, and of course, there is only a small house with tea sellers in it. Barren, wild, writers just want to see this game, pavilions, painting mountains and embroidering water, they are used to it, and they want to change their tastes.

So, these writers wanted to visit Baoshan.

As a result, the province notified the county early and asked the county to prepare as soon as possible. The county Federation of Literary and Art Circles, which now has a Federation of Literary and Art Circles in the county, plans to invite these writers to meet with the literary youth of the county, discuss and give speeches, and provide guidance and guidance, so as to prosper literary creation at the grassroots level. The poster is posted, and if you want to attend the lecture and meet in person, you have to buy a ticket. Within two days, all the tickets were sold out. There are also a lot of literary young people today.

The old classmate also bought a ticket for Bao Renwen. Bao Renwen had been looking forward to this day for a long time. He grew up so big, read so many novels, and loved literature so much, but he had never met a writer. This is just so unfair.

He had been looking forward to this day for a long time. Seeing those unhappy days before this happy day, I survived day by day. The old classmate asked someone to bring a message and said: The lecture meeting has been canceled. Writers don't come to Baoshan anymore. Because some of them wanted to go to Xishuangbanna to hold a pen meeting, some wanted to go to Jiuzhaigou to hold a pen meeting, and some wanted to visit Tibet, although the remaining two or three had no invitations to pen meetings from other places, they also lost interest, and finally failed to make the trip and scattered to various places early to hold pen meetings. There will be a lot of pens these days. Compared with Xishuangbanna, Jiuzhaigou, and Tibet, this Baoshan is not enough wild.

As a result, he could only continue to send manuscripts to various publications, and continued to look forward to it, but he continued to look forward to nothing.

Every day, he works in his own three acres and four points of land, and his mind is like boiling a pot, all kinds of things come to his heart, and all kinds of tastes are full of his heart. Thinking about the age, the book, the lack of work, the lack of a job, and the absence of a home, it is really scary to think that day by day is really terrifying. What is hidden behind the monotonous and ordinary life day after day? When will the hope ahead arrive? He can't wait to cross five or eight years at once, and see how bright or bleak the prospect is, and die early. Therefore, when he looked at the scorching sun, he was a little embarrassed, whether he wanted it to pass quickly or slowly.

Next to his land is the land of Bao Yanchuan's family. She took her eleven-year-old eldest son to work in the fields every day, and she was not happy to rest. The day is not dawn, and it is dark and does not return. She didn't go back to eat, so her eight-year-old daughter brought a basket to her, so she rolled a pancake in the field, ate it, drank a few scoops of cold water, and then continued to dry.

"Do you care alone? Second aunt. He had to greet her every day.

"Tube. She replied. She just said she didn't care, and there wasn't necessarily anyone to help her. As soon as the land was in their hands, the people seemed to be crazy, and they couldn't sleep in the ground, and no one cared about anyone. At this time, no one really cares about anyone.

However, every three or five days, Bao Renwen saw a young man from a country with a big waist and a round waist working in the field of his second aunt's house. It doesn't look like a hired worker, the second aunt treats him like his own brother, and he treats the second aunt as well. He works hard and is not adulterated at all. Besides, in these years, where will I go to hire a hired man? Even if there are hired workers, the second aunt may not be able to afford it.

The young man was twenty years old at most, and he was honest and honest. It is always after noon and works until dark. Once, he straightened up and looked left and right, and just when he saw Bao Renwen, he bared his teeth and smiled, his teeth were dazzlingly white. Bao Renwen recognized it, it was the younger brothers who picked up the goods that day.

The young man and the second aunt are not very good. Once, I saw him roll his eyelids for his second aunt, and the second aunt had a sand in her eye, and once, I saw the second aunt help him pick the thorns on his hands. The second aunt smoked, and the young man helped her light the fire, and the young man smoked, and the second aunt helped him light the fire. He called her "Second Aunt", she called him "Big Brother", and the children called him "Uncle". I can't see what their relationship is, but I just think it's weird and funny.

Life is so dull and unbearable, look at the two of them, but it also relieves boredom.

twenty-six

On this day, the young man was hoeing the second aunt, but a group of people came to hula, led by Bao Yanshan. He picked up his pole, and a guy tossed the boy to the ground. Then a group of people came up and beat and kicked, and the young man rolled on the ground with his head in his hands.

The second aunt walked to the ground with a handful of water, and ran towards this side before she had time to put down the bucket. The bucket overturned, and the water trickled.

The second aunt ran and ran, tripped and fell, got up and ran again, and shouted, "You want to beat me, you want to beat me." ”

She ran to her and went to drag Bao Yanshan, and Bao Yanshan gave her a kick: "Even you will fight together." ”

She was kicked and squatted, stood up straight again, ran a few steps, threw herself at the foot of Bao Yanshan, and hugged Bao Yanshan's knee: "Big brother, you spare his little life!"

Bao Yanshan couldn't help but put down his burden, glanced at his younger siblings, sighed, and scolded: "You shameless girl, you still have the face to intercede with him!"

The second aunt turned around, simply hugged the young man, and shouted regardless of it: "I stole his man, it's none of his business! I stole his man, it's none of his business!"

A burst of more intense punches. The second aunt and the young man hugged each other tightly and were silent again. Whatever they want, how they kick, how they hit, how they scold, just keep silent.

Tired, he finally stopped, kicked on him, and said, "Next time, I will see you running up this village, and you don't have good fruit to eat." ”

They were huddled together, motionless as if they were dead. The man was gone, and after a while, he moved.

The young man cried: "Second aunt, I did something immoral and ruined your family." Beat me up!"

"It's not your fault," the second aunt straightened her clothes. There was not a single tear in his eyes, it was dry.

"I'm tired of you, second aunt. ”

"I'm tired of you, pick it up. ”

"I'll leave now, and I won't dare to come again. ”

"If you want to go, let's go. The second aunt looked at him resentfully.

He got up and wanted to leave, but he crouched down again, his head hanging in his crotch.

"Why don't you leave?" the second aunt asked him.

"I'm gone, you can hoe this land yourself. "Pick it up.

"I can hoe. ”

"Well, I'm leaving. He turned around and said to the second aunt hesitantly.

"Slow, your merchant picks them and tells them to break up, what are you going to do with it?"

"I can pick it up. ”

The two stopped talking and lowered their heads. After a while, the second aunt said slowly, "I said, pick it up." ”

"I'm listening. ”

"I said, if you don't think I'm old, don't think I have many children, don't think I'm poor, you, you won't leave!" the second aunt said, turning her face abruptly.

He raised his face, his eyes shone with joy, and he cried out gratefully: "Second aunt!"

"Don't call me second aunt. ”

"Tube. ”

"You call me,. ”

"Tube. ”

The second aunt slowly turned her face, looked at the pickup, and smiled tearfully. He smiled innocently. The two faces with blue noses and swollen eyes were facing each other with teary eyes, smirking.

I picked it up and kept it, but I didn't dare to let my brothers see it. But how can this be concealed! Bao Yanchuan's own brothers searched everywhere and picked it up.

Pick it up and find the captain. Now that the land has been divided, there is no team, and there is no captain, and the captain is called the village chief. The village chief is not as good as the captain. He said that he couldn't control the Bao brothers, and he didn't want to care about it in his heart, so he couldn't manage this matter. This is the first ugly incident in Xiao Baozhuang in 100 years, and it really angered the public.

He was a five-foot-tall man, not a cigarette pouch or a shoe, and he couldn't be hidden and tucked away. Sooner or later, when they see it, they will not be able to run for a full meal. Pick them up and tell them to be in a hurry, and they will run away. The second aunt shouted loudly in the back:

"Run to the township, run to the township!"

A sentence reminded him to pick it up, and he hugged his head, turned around and ran to the township. I ran seven or eight miles in one go. When they arrived in the township, they were judged: according to the articles of the Marriage Law, it was legal for a widow to remarry, and it was also legal for a man to marry a woman. Since then, he has a legal identity in Xiaobaozhuang, and he doesn't have to hide from people.

However, the son-in-law who is upside down is inevitably looked down upon, and even a three-year-old child dares to break ground on his head. In the clean surname Bao, a surname Feng was suddenly sandwiched, and it is said that this surname Feng is not so authentic and pure, it is a hard continuation, and the origin is very unknown. It is difficult for everyone to recognize. A gourd is sandwiched in a basket of melons, which is pleasing to the eye. Coupled with the age of Shilai and the second aunt, it always leaves people behind. Fortunately, Shilai grew up in this curious and disdainful gaze, which is not new to him. And he has been drifting for a few years, and finally has a home. He didn't feel that the second aunt was inappropriate for him at all, and he couldn't think of how he could live with a big girl and a little sister, so was that also called living? The second aunt treated him, it was a mother, a daughter-in-law, a sister, and all of them. I was satisfied, fat, like a tall man, strong and solid, and all the work in the field was covered.

twenty-seven

Weather forecast for tonight and tomorrow during the day:

Tonight, it will be cloudy with rain, with light to moderate rainfall and locally heavy to heavy rain. Tomorrow, moderate to heavy rain is still expected. It is hoped that the relevant departments will do a good job in flood prevention work in a timely manner......

The county has set up a flood control headquarters.

A flood control headquarters was set up in the township.

A flood control headquarters has also been set up in the village.

twenty-eight

The rain doesn't stop, sit on the threshold, and you can wash your feet. There were several houses in the western depression, which had collapsed.

The county magistrate came down to take a look.

The township chief came down to look at it twice.

The village chief ran all over the village and pulled a group of people up the mountain to set up tents, which were sent down by the county.

On this day, the sky was a little brighter, the clouds were a little thinner, and the rain was a little more depressed. Unexpectedly, while I was having dinner, I heard the rumbling sound of the west side of Baoshan Mountain, like thunder, but not like thunder. The thunder is a burst of rumbling, and this is uninterrupted, and the thunder is connected together, and it is connected together. "Run!" the people put down their bowls and ran, running to the east side of the mountain. In the spring of this year, the township gathered workers to build a stone road and ran around. It won't be like in previous years, with one foot in the mud and can't pull it up. Bang bang, run to win.

Bao Bingde's family is not confused in the morning or in the evening, but when the water came, he was confused and ran around with his head unkempt. The more Bao Bingde chased her, the more she ran, running in the direction where the water came, spreading her legs, running so fast that she couldn't catch up. In the end, I caught her, and I couldn't control her again. A few men came, grabbed her, and then tied her up and put her on Bao Bingde's back. She struggled on his back, biting his shoulder, biting out blood. He gritted his teeth, did not let go, and ran up the east mountain step by step.

Bao Yanshan's family ran onto the gravel road, turned around a little head, and lost a slag.

"Scoop up the scum!" shouted in Bao Yanshan's house.

Wenhuazi remembered: "Scoop up the slag and send pancakes to Bao Wuye, the person may be in his house." ”

"He's big, go back and look for it!" said Bao Yanshan's family.

The water has soaked to the base of the thigh.

Bao Yanshan took two steps back, and when he saw someone, he asked, "Did you see the slag?"

Someone said, "No." ”

Someone said: "See, walk with Bao Wuye!"

Bao Yanshan's heart let go a little, and he kept asking the people who came after: "Have you seen the slag?"

Someone said, "No." ”

Someone said: "See, take Bao Wuye and go!"

The water rose higher and higher, waist-high. Bao Yanshan looked at the water and thought, "At this time, if you don't run out, there will be no one." ”

The people behind ran up: "Why don't you run yet!"

"Looking for scum!"

"He has already passed, dragging Bao Wuye for a mile!"

Bao Yanshan finally made up his mind, turned around, and ran down the gravel road to the mountain.

Bao Bingde's family tossed even more, desperately struggling down and into the water. Bao Bingde was a little overwhelmed.

"Are you not alive?" he cried.

She actually broke the rope and grabbed her man's head with both hands, pulling it back.

"Son of a bitch!" Bao Bingde exclaimed in despair. His feet were slipping, his center of gravity was losing. He desperately tried to stand firm. He knew that as long as he relaxed a little, both of them would be finished. The water is already up to the chest.

She finally let go of the man's head, and Bao Bingde could catch his breath a little. But before she could catch her breath, she suddenly flipped backwards, and Bao Bingde stumbled and couldn't help but let go. The madwoman didn't even show her head, and it was gone.

A piece of water, how can there be a person!

The water drove people and ran up the mountain on the gravel path. With this gravel road, you can win the water. Ran to the mountain, looked back and looked down, where is there a Zhuangzi, it has become a vast ocean. You can see who has a wooden basin floating on the water, like a shoe shell.

The village chief nodded his head, except for the madman, all of them were together, except for the five masters of Bao and the scum.

"Slag-" he shouted.

"Slag-" Bao Yanshan's family stomped his feet and shouted.

Bao Yanshan asked everywhere: "Didn't you say that you met him and Bao Wuye?"

"I didn't see it, I didn't say I saw it!" replied.

Bao Yanshan was anxious, and asked everywhere: "Didn't you say that you saw him?"

They all said that they hadn't seen it, and Bao Yanshan couldn't remember who said they had seen it. It's no wonder that there are people who are in chaos, and there are people who can't see it or hear it.

Bao Yanshan's family jumped on her feet and wanted to go down the mountain to find it, but a few girls dragged her and didn't let go: "I can't go, the water and fire are ruthless!"

"Slag, my son!" Bao Yanshan's family had to cry, crying so much that the girls cried with them.

"Alias!" the village chief shouted at them, frowning. Since the division of the land, his captain has changed to the village head, and it is rare to have an occasion to let him come out, "You still don't think there is much water? Men who know water, come with me." ”

He took a dozen or so men who knew how to water, cut down a few miscellaneous trees, set up a few rafts, and carried them down the mountain.

The raft floated on the water and drifted into Xiao Baozhuang. There is nothing left, only a piece of water. At a glance, you can't see the edge. There are planks and shoe shells floating on the water.

"Slag-" they shouted with a straight voice, and their voices drifted away, unobstructed, and scattered in all directions, so that they could not hear them.

"Fifth Master Bao—" They shouted, silently, as if a needle had fallen into the water, and it couldn't even make a splash.

The raft was floating on the water, with no direction. Where and where is this?

The raft swirled on the water, a bird flew close to the water, and Baoshan was much shorter.

"What's that!" someone called.

"That's not a person?"

In the white expanse in front of him, there was a clump of grass, and a figure lay on the grass.

Several rafts rowed across. When I rowed to the front, I saw that it was the treetop of the tallest big willow tree in Zhuangdong, and on it was Bao Wuye. Bao Wuye pointed to the tree and muttered, "Scoop up the slag, scoop up the slag!"

Under the tree is water, and by the water is Bao Mountain, which is gloomy.

The men undressed and jumped into the water one by one. A fierce man plunged down, came up again, empty-handed, took a breath, and went down again...... It's been an hour. In the end, I picked up a fierce man and went down for a long time, came up, didn't have time to speak, gasped for breath, went down again, and for a long time, came up, held something in my hand, and swam closer to see that it was a slag. The people on the raft dragged the slag up with all hands and feet, and flattened the slag, which was already out of breath, his eyes were closed, but the corners of his mouth were upturned, as if he was still laughing. Looking back again, Bao Wuye was lying on the raft and was already breathing.

There were more old and one young on the raft than when they came, and they couldn't speak. The raft slowly rowed out of the Zhuangzi, and as soon as a dozen or so drenched men carried the raft to the surface, people hula surrounded it.

The old and the young lay quietly on the raft, their faces very peaceful, as if they were asleep. The old man's eyebrows and eyes were stretched, and he died in society, and the people of Zhuang had never seen him so relaxed. The little one was also very quiet, and his face was a little more flushed than when he was alive.

Bao Yanshan's eyes were staring at home, and he couldn't say a word. Everyone surrounded her and persuaded her to cry, just cry out.

The village chief told people how he first saw Bao Wuye, and then went into the water to find the slag.

He stammered and said, "When I touch it, it's soft." I touched it again, and I felt a small hand. My heart was numb, I went to pull, but I couldn't move, and I put my hands around the tree, and I hugged it tightly......"

People sighed: "If you have to go up the tree first, you can't die." ”

"If you want to run first, you can win. ”

"Isn't that right? The kid's legs are fast, and my second boy is running in our heads!"

"Scooping up the slag is for Bao Wuye's death!"

"This kid ......"

Bao Yanrong, who had beaten Meng Lianggu, suddenly stretched out his thumb tremblingly: "The child is good!"

"My son—" Bao Yanshan's family cried at this time, and everyone present wept.

The scum quietly closed his eyes and slept on the top of the mountain, and there was an ocean below the mountain. Bao Bingde squatted on the ground, crying in front of the white water.

It was getting dark, and the adults and children were silent, guarding a pile of biscuits, pancakes, and bread, which were delivered by the county on a boat, and even the children did not even move to grab a piece.

It was dark, but the water was bright.

twenty-nine

This flood was fierce, and it was a flood that had not been encountered in a hundred years. However, the lowest Xiaobaozhuang in the county only died a madman, an old man and a child. The child could have been immortal in order to save the old man.

The water is going down, and it's time for a funeral. Everyone discussed that they couldn't send slag like a child. Although the scumbag is small, he is doing great benevolence and righteousness, so he has to send him with a pair of boards. You can't roll your shoulders with a mat like ordinary dead children.

The men went to buy boards, and the women went out into the streets to rip the cloth. Blue polyester card, make a student uniform, fish white is really good, sew a lined gown. I also bought a pair of white sneakers. He didn't wear a whole coat when he was scooping up the slag, he was all wearing tatters from his brothers. You have to send him well, so that you can feel at ease.

The whole village went to see him off, and even from other villages, people came to see him off. I heard that there was a child in Xiaobaozhuang who died for a lonely old man. I heard that Xiao Baozhuang had a benevolent child. The funeral procession consisted of more than 200 people and more than 200 adults, sending a child on the road. Xiao Baozhuang is a Zhuangzi who values benevolence and righteousness, and his ancestors have not respected the rich and are not afraid of power, that is, he respects benevolence and righteousness. The adults of Baozhuang sent a child on the road.

Xiao Baozhuang only left the children, and the children were not allowed to go with the coffin, and the adults went to the funeral.

The women tugged at each other and wept, and the wind carried the cry far, far away. The men had calm faces, and the village chief led the way, all of them were carrying the coffin of the Yanzi generation and carrying a doll of the Renzi generation.

The ground that had just receded was silent, silently licking the feet of the mourners, and the funeral procession left a long list of footprints.

The funeral procession went all the way to the edge of the ditch. The pit, dug up, the coffin, fell, and the village chief took the head and a handful of soil. Ninety-year-old men came to hold the soil: "Good boy!" he cried, "It's not worth dying for an old family!" he stomped his feet and cried.

The wind blew through the groves by the big ditch, and the woods rustled. The water in the ditch was clear and clear, reflecting the funeral procession on the water, moving slightly. The soil, the higher it goes, the higher it goes, the higher it is, and it becomes a new grave. The tomb was reflected on the water surface of Qing Lingling, moving slightly.

He patted twice on the grave and said in a hoarse voice:

"Child, I've wronged you a lot, I didn't let you eat a good bowl of tea and rice!"

The crying that had just stopped rose again, and the water in the ditch crumpled, and the microwave shook the shadow of the grave.

It was cloudy, as if it was going to rain, but it didn't rain. Bao Shan stood solemnly, encircling a world of mourning.

On this day, Xiao Baozhuang did not open the pot, and the chimneys of every house did not smoke. The people could not bear to listen to his mother's cries, so they hid far away in the cowshed, and sat silently on the wall, smoking cigarette pouches. Singing Gu trembled and pulled up the pendant:

A thousand words were read on the cross,

Qianli Naha sent Jing Niang again.

There are nine characters to turn the word in the mind,

The power is infinite, and there is Yan Zhang.

Someone reads the word as soon as it comes out,

Ren Tanghui bowed to Yang Tianlang.

……

Bao Erye gently asked the old revolutionary:

"Has Bao Bingde's house been found?"

The old revolutionary looked intently at the singer and said softly: "No." "That's weird. ”

"The ditch has gone down and touched it. He stared at Sangu's reply.

"This...... Maybe...... It's weird......" Second Master Bao shook his head. The old revolution listened word for word:

There are five words to add a single person to read the army,

Wu Zixu beat the horse and crossed the Yangtze River.

There are four characters to add a horizontal reading of Western characters,

Xiliang is anti-Korean every year.

……

thirty

Bao Renwen wrote a very literary radio script about the story of Shilai and his second aunt and sent it to the radio station. It's called "Sublime Love." He wrote that the second aunt was old and had many children, but the second aunt did not think that the second aunt had no foundation, no land and no house. Because of their noble love, they became partners. Toiling hard during the day, making a "plan to get rich" under the lamp at night, and so on and so forth. Within a week, it was broadcast and caused a great sensation. Someone came to Xiaobaozhuang from more than ten miles, in order to take a look at the second aunt. However, this did not change Shilai's status in Xiaobaozhuang, and people still called him "upside down".

Connected to his family is Bao Renyuan's family. In broad daylight, he ploughed the second aunt and two ploughs, and he didn't dare to make a sound when he picked it up. Therefore, the second aunt was not bullied when she had no man, but now that she has a man, she is bullied. And the second aunt who has no man is not a fuel-efficient lamp, she dares to quarrel with people everywhere, and she theories with people, but now there are men who don't dare, as if they have some shortcomings. She always felt that this man was not the right man, and she lost three points in her heart, so she couldn't shout anymore. But no matter what, it's good to have a man, whether it's an open way or a secret way. There is a man who is much more down-to-earth and has a helper in his life, which is not so tiring in the end. From the bottom of her heart, she was grateful. But she faintly felt that she had also taken it in. Therefore, when she picked it up, there was inevitably a taste of unkindness in those words:

"Pick it up, the water tank has bottomed out!"

Pick it up and go to fetch water.

"Pick it up, burn the pot!"

Pick it up and burn the pot.

"Pick it up, the pot is overflowing. ”

If you pick it up, you won't burn it.

"Pick it up, the pig ran away. ”

"I'm eating!" said Pickup.

"Can't you eat it?"

So he picked up a pancake and ran away, screaming "Hello, Hello".

I'm used to it, and I'm at her disposal. If you are not afraid, you are afraid that she will mumble. Sometimes, when the task is not so complete, she will mumble endlessly. Although he is a man who is inverted, after all, he is also a man, and he also has a temper, and it is terrible to have a seizure, so he has to make trouble. However, they don't make a lot of noise like others. They slammed the door and made a fuss, suppressed the noise, and did not scream when they were killed. The trouble is over, the fight is over, the door is opened, and it is like no one is there again. At night, the two of them are still affectionate and loving, and they still do what they should do.

What is faintly dissatisfied is that he can't be the master of this family. This family is the second aunt's home, and if there is anything, people never look for him, but go directly to the second aunt. In fact, even if he came to him, he would ask the second aunt, but people didn't even remember to take a walk. As for the second aunt, she often forgets to discuss with him. For example, the matter of the third son going to school. Actually, if she wants to ask him, he will also let the third son go to school, her child is his child, can he be treated badly? But the second aunt didn't ask him, as if he was not the man of the family. Naturally, he felt a little uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable, it's hard to say it, I can't hold it back, so I show my face on other things:

"Why is the porridge so thin, is it shabu-shabu water?"

"I've put half an extra scoop of water, you can make do with it, sir!" said the second aunt.

"Do you have to drink this pipe after a day's work? Hired short-term workers also have to take care of their food!" he picked up and put down the pot, put it down a little, and there was a "bang" sound.

"When you go around the streets and sell goods, it's good to drink this. The second aunt pouted and said.

Hitting people doesn't slap people in the face, exposing people doesn't expose shortcomings, this is said to pick up the shortcomings, but also the sore spots, he simply dropped the bowl.

The second aunt will also drop the bowl, and the fall will be louder than him, "ping pong", of course, I didn't forget to close the door first.

Hit once, make trouble once, and didn't feel anything at the time. But once at a time, there is always something left. Little by little, it accumulated, and naturally it was a thing. Although it's not big, it's a pimple in my heart, and it's strange that it's not happy, but it's better to live a life, it's not smooth than happy, it's not a big deal, and you can live it. There are those who are not as good as others, but there are also those who are not as good as others. That's it.

Soon after the radio script was broadcast in the township, it was broadcast on the county radio station. Pick up and the second aunt feel embarrassed, but after all, they are a little proud. When you become a celebrity, you don't feel like you should make trouble. If you don't want to make trouble, you can't stop making trouble? They could only close the door tighter and keep their voices low.

When Bao Renwen heard the county radio station broadcasting, he was very excited. You must know that being selected by the county radio station is a commanding height in his literary career. He himself didn't know how he got the impression that the manuscripts broadcast by the county radio station were to be published in a journal called "Wenyuan" run by the county Federation of Literary and Art Circles. He took a deep breath and waited for the county Federation of Literary and Art Circles to send him the "Wenyuan" with his manuscript. After waiting for more than half a month, there was no movement, and I was embarrassed to ask the door, so I had to give up. He thought about reprocessing it into a novel and sent it to the provincial publication. Then there is an endless wait. As for picking up the fight with the second aunt in the house, he is not responsible.