Mu Zhen came to the pig farm, so that the honest and simple Lao Zhao had a person who spoke loudly. In the village, because of Lao Zhao's honesty, few people in the village talk to him more, usually a little wooden Lao Zhao is like a stuffy gourd, obscure, to work on the pig farm, usually few people come, Lao Zhao's words become less, sometimes to the little dull old sow from time to time muttering two sentences, what is said, no one understands. Mu Zhen and him became a year-old friend, and Lao Zhao, who usually didn't talk to other people in the village, seemed to have a relationship with Mu Zhen, and opened the conversation.

"You're a child, I'll do it, you just have to talk to me!" said to Mu Zhen with a smile.

Yesterday, when Lao Mu was here, Mu Zhen, who had been working with Lao Zhao for a long time, was a little tired, and Mu Zhen, who had just come to the pig farm after breakfast, was treated so generously by Lao Zhao, and felt a little stunned, which also increased Mu Zhen's intimacy with Lao Zhao.

"Then what should I tell you?" Mu Zhen didn't know what Lao Zhao liked to hear, so he asked more.

"You can pull anything, you can say whatever you know!" Lao Zhao still replied in a rough voice.

Mu Zhen thought for a while and said, "I'll tell you the story of Jiang Ziya!"

"Medium!" Lao Zhao's words were concise.

"Jiang Ziya, also known as Jiang Taigong, he can pinch and calculate, has great powers, and is a generation of famous ministers in history. When Mu Zhen said this, he seemed to remember something, stopped, and Lao Zhao, who was adding ingredients to boiling water under the pot, looked up at Mu Zhen and smiled, revealing a row of yellow spots smoked from cigarettes.

"Have you heard of Jiang Ziya?" Mu Zhen asked as he looked at Lao Zhao.

"I've heard that Jiang Taigong is fishing-the one who wishes to take the bait, isn't he talking about it?"

Lao Zhao's answer naturally surprised Mu Zhen, but he didn't expect that Lao Zhao knew a lot.

"How do you know?" Mu Zhen was interested in Lao Zhao knowing so much.

"I can't read, but I can tell stories and listen to plays. Lao Zhao replied casually.

"Why didn't you go to school back then?" Mu Zhen became more and more interested in Lao Zhao's life experience.

At that time, the village depended on the sky for food, and my family had no land, so everyone in my family went to the landlord's house to do long-term labor, and it would be good if the whole family did not go hungry all year round. In the last disaster year, I ate the last meal but didn't have the next meal, I was afraid of waking up when I went to bed at night, and I felt hungry when I woke up. Mu Zhen noticed that when Lao Zhao said this, his throat moved upward, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said: "You haven't experienced that era, I'm like your age, let alone studying, I work with adults every day, and if something goes wrong, it's normal to be beaten!"

Mu Zhen suddenly thought of Yang Bailao in the scene in the movie, which was the most typical example of landlords exploiting tenant farmers, interrupted Lao Zhao's words and asked, "Have you seen "The White-Haired Girl"?"

"I've seen the movie!"

"Did you meet a landlord like Huang Shiren?"

"I can't say that, there is still a difference between the landlord's old wealth, when I was a child, I followed the adults and worked in a landlord's house surnamed Huang, the man was fierce to people, but his wife was good to people, usually looked at my young age, tried not to let me do heavy work, very good to me. It was here, once because I drove the cow into the water in the field, the landlord surnamed Huang took a knife and wanted to kill me, and slashed at my arm, cut out the hole in my clothes, and cut my arm, and there was a lot of blood at that time, but fortunately I ran fast, otherwise my life would have been lost!" As he spoke, he stretched out his arm to let Mu Zhen see the big scar on his arm.

A scar two fingers long, bulging out of the skin, looking at this scar, Mu Zhen seemed to show a middle-aged man wearing a long shirt, wearing an old felt hat, and a mustache, holding a civilized cane in his left hand, and raising a kitchen knife in his right hand to slash at a young man in ragged clothes.

"Why are you stunned?" Lao Zhao looked at Mu Zhen: "Are you listening to me?"

"Listen, I was wondering if you didn't meet a good person?" Mu Zhen said as she came back to her senses.

"Of course there are good people, and then when they got older, they were introduced to a landlord surnamed Fan to do long-term work, the whole family surnamed Fan is good, there are more than 200 acres of land at home, and he is also a well-known landowner, working in his house, not so fierce, not to mention, he can also eat a full meal, and then the Eighth Route Army came, he actively donated money, and then the Japanese devils came, and the whole family left the village overnight, I don't know where to go?"

"Maybe join the Eighth Route Army!" Mu Zhen tried his best to guess the benefits, making Lao Zhao happy.

"Perhaps, good people will eventually be rewarded, and I have no place to rely on from now on, wandering in various villages, which is really bitter! Living a life of wearing hundreds of clothes and eating hundreds of family meals, the people in my family do not know where to go because of the war? My relatives cannot be found, and I have no place to rely on, so I can only wander around. I don't know what emotion to say, Lao Zhao's eyes were full of tears.

"Why don't you go to the Eighth Route Army?" asked Mu Zhen innocently.

"I can't read or write, and I don't have anyone to guide me, so where can I find the Eighth Route Army? At that time, I only cared about my life, and I couldn't meet a person who showed directions every day!" Lao Zhao's words showed full sadness.

"Then why did you come to our village?" Mu Zhen tilted his head to look at Lao Zhao.

"Later, I met a kind person, who also asked for food and met together, he saw that I was a good person, so he led me to this village, and then I knew what liberation was, and said that it was a new society, and the poor were the masters of the house, divided the fields, and planted land here, and in this way, my hard life came to an end. Lao Zhao took out a sweat cigarette bag and took two puffs.

"The water is boiling!" Mu Zhen reminded as she pointed to the mist rising from the pot.

Lao Zhao hurriedly pinned the sweat tobacco pouch to his waist, didn't care about speaking, stood up and lifted the lid of the pot, and began to prepare pig food for the pig.

Mu Zhen looked at him and didn't know how to help, and stood aside and watched Lao Zhao busy with his work.

"Don't just stand, take that stick, keep stirring in the bucket, and mix the food well!" Lao Zhao scooped water into the bucket while beckoning Mu Zhen to work.

The two of them worked for nearly half an hour before pouring all the pig food into the pigsty, and Mu Zhen felt a little soreness in his arm, and sat there kneading.

"Where did you just go?" asked Lao Zhao slowly, sitting on Mu Zhen.

"Speaking of liberation, the good days have begun!" Mu Zhen felt that Lao Zhao's life was a living cross-generational history. He entered the era of peace from an era of war, in the midst of the war, he had no fixed place to live, hunger and poverty, after liberation, he had a stable home, and began a new life of washing the old and reforming the old. This transformation made Lao Zhao very satisfied.

"Yes, the good days have indeed begun, and I am in charge of raising cattle in the village, and I smash grass for the cattle every day. The old man Li in the village saw that I was sincere, so he married his second daughter to me and became his old son-in-law. Lao Zhao said this, a little excited, and his eyes were full of hope.

"You've been here for a long time, have you ever been back to your hometown?" Wu Zhen looked at him with a somewhat smug expression, and naturally asked more.

"Go home!" Lao Zhao glanced at Mu Zhen, and then said: "In the early years, I also asked someone else to write a letter to my younger brother at home, and later I also received a reply, saying that there was no such person, so I lost contact!

Lao Zhao said this with a blank face, Mu Zhen felt that in this year's forgetfulness, he saw a real old society from Lao Zhao's words, that was an era of no fixed residence, that was a hungry era, that was a dark era, after liberation, as if the rain continued to turn sunny, the good days of the people came, social stability, singing and dancing, Lao Zhao, a cross-era person, fully felt the scene of "a rooster singing the world is white".

"Your life experience is like a book, listening to you is like listening to a book!" Mu Zhen boasted.

"Children will wear high hats, I can't speak, the donkey's head is not like a horse's mouth, what books are not books, this life is really not easy!" Lao Zhao came to this village, and the people in the village really didn't say much, this is the first time he said so much, in his eyes, Mu Zhen is a literate person, cultural people naturally know a lot of truths, although young, the world that can be seen is not less than himself, just heard Mu Zhen say that, he felt that Mu Zhen spoke better than himself.

"It's not a top hat, it's the truth! I've read this in the book, if I don't listen to you say this, I really don't believe it, and now I completely understand what the teacher said, 'The old society turns people into ghosts, and the new society turns ghosts into people'! No one thought that Lao Zhao, who had been silent all day, would also hide so many stories.

"Scholars just don't speak the same, I can't even write my own name now, can you teach me?" Lao Zhao changed the topic, making Mu Zhen a little stunned.

"Do you still want to learn words?" Mu Zhen felt that the old man in front of him was really incredible.

"As long as you are willing to teach, I can learn!" Lao Zhao's very serious demeanor made Mu Zhen a little overwhelmed.

"Of course I'm willing to teach, what's not to do, it's just my work here!" Mu Zhen sold.

"I'll do the work here, and when you didn't come, wasn't I doing it alone?" asked Lao Zhao rhetorically.

"Well, I'll teach you a few words every day, and then I'll read here and tell you the stories in the book. Mu Zhen felt that everyone was happy to do this.

"Zhong, as long as you talk to me here, I will be very content!" Lao Zhao said this a little naïve, as if returning to the age of innocence.

Mu Zhen found a branch, and then stomped on the ground with his foot, and in a few strokes, a piece of broken soil was crushed. He used a branch to write the word "Zhao" on the ground.

"This is your surname!" Mu Zhen said as she broke down the word "Zhao", first drew a horizontal on one side of the word, then wrote a vertical, wrote all the strokes of the word "Zhao" in turn, and then said: "This character is written like this!"

After speaking, he handed the branch to Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao wrote on the ground very seriously, and there were immediately traces of Lao Zhao's crooked drawing on the ground, Mu Zhen looked at his meticulous appearance, and there was an indescribable satisfaction in his heart, he became a teacher here again. He thought of the sheep herding boy playing the flute by the river, didn't he also need a teacher? Mu Zhen felt that the human brain was changing too fast, it was really incredible!