In the middle of summer, if you look down on the land of northern Jiangsu from the air, there is only one characteristic that can be summarized, and that is green. It was a flat green, bewitching, capricious, with a spirit of recklessness, from one side of the horizon to the other side of the horizon. However, if you look at it in detail, the vast green becomes very concrete, nothing more than one leaf after another. There are so many leaves, too dense, who would pay attention to them, the details are gone, and all at once they become a whole, and the hula becomes the earth. However, this is tender green. On this vast green background, there are other greens, which are dark, old, black, and in large clusters, but they are trees. It is a small forest surrounded by endless rice plants. In fact, it is a village. From above, or rather, from a distance, the village is not, as one might think, a few houses. No. It's a small grove. They are made of locust trees, poplars, mulberry trees, willows, neem trees, and paulownia, and they are not neat and square, with a natural posture. Among them, locust trees and poplars are their absolute main force, with a dominant and overwhelming advantage. They are not pressed by the sky, on the contrary, their burly and tall figures support the sky. They also wrap their chaotic and low grass houses in their shadow. The grass houses are just below the trees, and these grass houses are the foundation of the village. They are very old, because of the sun and rain day after day, their silhouettes have long lost their muscles and bones, lost their flying momentum, round and thick, like the character of a cropper. In such a straw house, there lived the farmer. They are under the round and thick eaves, weddings, funerals, ushering in and sending, accompanied by firewood, rice, oil and salt, repeating the monotonous, indispensable, and innumerable sophistication of human feelings. Generation after generation, generation after generation. Generally speaking, the village is quiet, however, with its tall canopy with countless birds' nests, it is a paradise for magpies and grey magpies. They can make trouble. In the morning and evening of each day, they are constantly noisy. When they are noisy, it is often also a time of restlessness. Such a noise means the beginning of the day, and at dusk, it also means the end of the day. All that remains is boundless silence. The chickens are in the grass, the ducks are in the pond, and the pigs are in the pigsty. Dogs are much freer, but they are not wild dogs after all, they are on their own land, walking, looking, smelling, meddling, or nothing. When it's time to come into heat, find one with your nose, back to back, and get things done. Even if a is pregnant, it is not known whose child she is pregnant. This is not good for cats, the movement of cats is louder, more than the movement of people. At every turn, he was hoarse and fought. Beneath the tall, dense grove there is, of course, a smaller world made of low plants, such as shrubs, bamboo, and reeds. They were on the edge of the river, or rather, in front of the house, and behind the house, where rats and snakes lived, where dragonflies and butterflies lived, and of course feathers and sparrows, which had nothing to do with the croppers. People don't bother to bother with them. Of course, there are rivers between villages, which are actually roads on the land of northern Jiangsu, which are twists and turns, turning a corner without any reason or warning, but connecting the distance, making the distance farther away, intricate and confusing. This is a general idea of the land of northern Jiangsu, where the croppers have lived here for generations, one by one, one by one. In addition to being in the fields, they sometimes walk around the irregular alleys, occasionally stopping to say a few words, borrow a little soy sauce, needles and threads, or go to the river to wash rice, brush the toilet, and pound clothes. There is little money to do with it. Then again, the croppers don't have the money on hand. If anyone can take out seven cents, it must be that something big has happened in the family, either red joy or white mourning.

The seedlings grow in the ground, and the growth is gratifying. Slowly, their leaves turned from tender green to dark green, from dark green to turquoise, and now, from a distance, they were a little black, black, and radiated a strong, vigorous oily shine. In comparison, the rice growth in Wangjiazhuang is better, and there is nothing else, and the irrigation in Wangjiazhuang is better. Rice is not wheat, wheat likes drought, and if there is too much moisture in the soil, its root system will rot. Rice is different, rice is inseparable from water. Most of the time, the rice stands in the water, and when there is no water, it wilts. After becoming the secretary of the brigade branch, Wu Manling did nothing else, and her first job was on water conservancy. She came to the commune, threw herself directly into the canteen of the Commune Revolutionary Committee, and blocked Director Hong of the Revolutionary Committee on the wine table. Wu Manling was unscrupulous, and in front of the leaders of the Revolutionary Committee at this table, she criticized Director Hong as soon as she came up, and even used Director Hong's nickname, Wu Manling said, Hong Cannon, you don't support the career of young cadres. Hong Cannon participated in the Battle of Transition River, leaving sequelae on the battlefield with a murderous sound, and as soon as he spoke, he became the first cannon with a diameter of 125 mm produced in the United States. Hong Cannon looked at Wu Manling, kept blinking his eyes, and laughed with a wide cheek. Director Hong put down the wine cup, his voice was smaller, and he first asked the "Xiao Wu branch secretary" to sit down, put the problem "on the table", and "talk slowly". Wu Manling sat down, didn't say anything else, and stretched out her hand to ask Director Gao for something. There are two in total: a Dongfeng 25-horsepower diesel engine and a water pump. Wu Manling is a person with brains in the end, and her asking the Revolutionary Committee for mechanized irrigation equipment shows that she has vision. Over the years, the irrigation of Wangjiazhuang has been using the most primitive old windmills, which are erected on the riverside, like a large stack of large patches in the sky. On a windless day, no amount of patch is useful. It is still necessary to rely on manpower and use both feet to tread the water wheel. A large group of strong laborers could only hang on the waterwheel, which was similar to hanging a large row of salted meat, and it really could not quench the thirst of the earth. Wu Manling sat diagonally opposite Hong Cannon, spread her slap in front of Hong Cannon, coquettishly, and said, "Will you give it or not?" Hong Cannong looked at Wu Manling's slap, looked at Wu Manling's arm, glanced at Wu Manling's chest, and did not speak. He picked up half a bottle of "Yanghe Daqu" on the table. Say, "Drink first." Wu Manling coquettishly squeezed to the end and said, "I don't drink with you." Hong Cannon looked at the people around him, smiled very widely, and said, "Xiao Wu, if you have the courage to drink the wine in the bottle, Dongfeng 25, I will give it, and I will give it to the water pump." Wu Manling did not hesitate, her movements were fast, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was galloping. Wu Manling mentioned the bottleneck of "Yanghe Daqu", raised her neck and poured it. When he was gone, he put down the wine bottle and straightened his neck, his eyes full of tears. Wu Manling whispered: "Director Hong, on behalf of the 659 poor middle peasants in Wangjiazhuang, thank you. The scene was originally noisy and relaxed, but Wu Manling added such a sentence after her feat, which was suddenly touching. I don't know where the moving power came from. There was silence at the wine table. Hong Cannon said, "Xiao Wu, you can make a report." Wu Manling did not "fight", directly took out a piece of paper from the military satchel and spread it in front of Director Hong. Director Hong didn't expect this, and began to touch the pockets on his body. He's looking for a pen. Wu Manling took out the pen, unscrewed the cap, and sent it to Director Hong's right hand very dignified. Wu Manling said: "Director Hong, I drank the wine, and I was drunk anyway, if you don't agree, I will stare at you every day, I will eat wherever you eat, and I will sleep wherever you sleep." This is unreasonable, funny, and the already moving scene suddenly becomes exciting again. Everybody was laughing. Wu Manling didn't realize it. Director Hong didn't laugh. He looked at everyone with a serious expression, and suddenly fired seven ** cannonballs from his throat: "Agree with the applause!" There was warm applause on the wine table. Hong Dacang wrote "agree" on Wu Manling's report, stood up, patted Wu Manling's shoulder, poked Wu Manling's forehead with the other end of the pen, and poked the tip of Wu Manling's nose, and said very lovingly: "A little ghost." Director Hong later added four words: "The future is limitless." ”

Strictly speaking, Wu Manling's prestige as the branch secretary was not established by her affinity, but at the moment when Dongfeng brand diesel engines and water pumps entered the village. At the same time, it was finally consolidated. Not only the people of Wangjiazhuang, but even the people of the whole commune have heard that Wu Manling has a "bright future". Of course, Wu Manling herself would not say anything, but Director Hong's words still entered Wu Manling's heart, and she herself believed so. In the years that followed, Wu Manling had always had a huge force in her heart to support her, and she became extremely determined and could not change anything. She gave up the opportunity to leave Wangjiazhuang again and again, and she believed that as long as she persevered, she would definitely have a "bright future" in Wangjiazhuang.

The day when the pumping station officially tested the water was a major festival in Wangjiazhuang. On that day, all the people of Wangjiazhuang were dispatched. The pump is good wow, the pump is good. Chairman Mao said: "Water conservancy is the lifeblood of agriculture. He was right. Chairman Mao also said: "The fundamental way out of agriculture lies in mechanization. Again, he was right. He is in Beijing, but he knows everything. Once again, his old man's words were finally verified in the Three Revolutions. Wangjiazhuang beat the gong and beat the drums, which was a grand scene of mass movement. The members saw with their own eyes that the river water was "pumped" up from the river and flowed into the canal in vain. The canal was newly built, and groups of children were scattered on both sides of the canal, and they chased along the canal. The more daring ones simply jumped into the ditch, and the raging water washed them away, but they were still in the ditch. This is blissful water. This is the channel of happiness. They shouted for joy until everyone was exhausted. That night, the boars, sows, white pigs, and black pigs in Wangjiazhuang were all barking. They're hungry. They don't know why the people of Wangjiazhuang are happy like that. They die without knowing why they starved that day.

Thanks to mechanized water conservancy, Wangjiazhuang's field management is much more convenient than that of neighboring villages. When it rains, make a hole in the main canal and let some of the water out, and if there is a drought, plug it up again and pump some of it up with the east wind. This open, one block, the efficiency comes out. However, later facts proved that it was precisely this place that made Wu Manling the most distressed. The main trunk canal belongs to Wangjiazhuang and does not belong to any production team or to any person. If there is too much water, who will open this opening? If the water is pumped, who will block this opening? No one cares. Wu Manling saw it in her eyes and felt distressed. For this matter, Wu Manling didn't know how many people had criticized, and she also talked about it on the loudspeaker. Useless. As soon as you criticize him, he will ask you, in turn, "Why is it me?" Yes, what about the six or seven hundred people in Wangjiazhuang, everyone is a person from Wangjiazhuang, and they are all "masters", so why is it not Zhang San, but Li Si, who is doing it? Why is it not the third aunt, but the sixth aunt? This is broken, and it has become her Wu Manling's business. It doesn't matter yet. You don't care, well, the water is there for no reason, all the way to communism. Wu Manling had no choice but to carry a big shovel and turn around the ridge all day long. When she was too tired to walk, Wu Manling couldn't help but stop, looking at the pumping station from a distance, and an indescribable grievance and an indescribable chill welled up in her heart. Wu Manling understood that there was actually no collective in the minds of the croppers, not to mention the commune, that is, there was not even a brigade or production team. The harvesters have only themselves in their hearts. Wu Manling said to herself in her heart, next time you can't do anything for the collective, you can't do things as big as mung beans. As long as your heart is hot, what you get into trouble is equivalent to getting entangled with something, and you can't get rid of leeches if you want to. Of course, these words are also said in the heart, and Wu Manling will never put them in her mouth.

Carrying a big shovel, Wu Manling wandered around the ridge for a morning and entered the village. When it was time for lunch, she picked up her rice bowl and came to the shade of the tree in front of the brigade department. At noon on this day, Wu Manling ate noodles, she used a large bowl to fill the noodles, scooped a spoonful of fat fat, that is, lard, from a small jar, and went out. Before the person reached the bottom of the tree, she could already smell the scent of lard. Speaking of lard, Wu Manling never ate it before, but now it's good, I just like it. The more you smell it, the more fragrant it is, and it has reached the point where you can't do without it. Even if she eats rice, sometimes Wu Manling likes to pick up a chopstick and mix it into the rice. I don't need vegetables, I eat quickly and deliciously. With a wipe of her mouth, my mother will be in her stomach with a bowl of rice.

Wu Manling held the bowl, forked the noodles in the bowl high, and came on tiptoe, when she heard laughter erupting from under the shade of the tree. Wu Manling walked up and asked, "What are you laughing at?" Say it again, tell me about it." Guanglijia glanced at Wu Manling, picked his teeth with his little thumb, didn't say a word, and made a light look, hiding it but not revealing it. Wu Manling hurriedly said, "What are you laughing at?" The Jin Long family hurriedly took over and said first: "You're talking about Sanya." Wu Manling was a little puzzled, thinking to herself, Sanya is a stuffy gourd, what can be funny. Wu Manling asked, "What's wrong with Sanya?"

Another woman spoke. She said: "Sanya, she is sullen. ”

Wu Manling swallowed and said, "What nonsense, Sanya's own performance is still okay." ”

The Jin Long family was in a hurry, and asked Wu Manling, "You don't know anything about her deeds?"

Wu Manling said: "I don't know. ”

The Guangli family can't hold back, the Guangli family is like this, always saying the most critical words in the key places. She slapped Wu Manling on the shoulder, and said conclusively: "It's all made Duan Fang happy." ”

Four or five women laughed again. The moving topic is like this, you can laugh a second time after laughing, and you can laugh a third time after laughing a second time, which can be reused and enjoyed repeatedly. Wu Manling didn't laugh. As an unmarried woman, she could not fully and profoundly comprehend the wonderful meaning of "happy life" for a while, and did not show a sudden realization or tacit expression. In the eyes of the Jin Long family, they were in a hurry, so they could only pick things apart in the vernacular:

"I've slept with Duanfang!"

The women stopped laughing. "Slept", boring. "I've slept" What else is there to chew? Only "happy over" can come to be hot and nourishing.

Wu Manling stopped chewing, understood, seemed to have received a serious blow, and blushed. Wu Manling was very dissatisfied with her blushing. Wu Manling said: "Impossible. Wu Manling said, "How is it possible?"

The Guangli family said, "How is it impossible? Just right. ”

The women laughed again, but Wu Manling still didn't smile, her face was already quite ugly. Wu Manling said: "Impossible, how could Duan Fang take a fancy to her!"

The Jin Long family lowered their voices and said, "The night before yesterday, Duan Fang climbed the wall, and they all climbed into Sanya's bed." ”

"Did you see that?" Wu Manling asked rhetorically. Wu Zhishu didn't know at all, and there was an aggressive meaning in her tone.

"Nope. The Golden Dragon family said.

"Be realistic. Wu Manling said, "Don't spread unfounded words." ”

In fact, Wu Manling's performance at this noon was excessive. Back at the team headquarters, Wu Manling threw the remaining half bowl of noodles on the table and sat on the edge of the bed, stunned. It stands to reason that the affairs of Duanfang and Sanya have nothing to do with her, and the branch can't control it, and neither public nor private affairs will hinder her. But Wu Manling was still angry. It's sentimental in his bones. In my bones, it's sad. Maybe a little jealous. This vinegar doesn't make sense. What kind of vinegar did she eat? Sanya, you are amazing, silent, you have fished everything you should have fished. Duan Fang, you are also a person, how can you fall in love with Sanya? Don't talk about your background, just say that she is a person, what is so good? What can make you tempted? No, wow! For no reason, Wu Manling felt that Sanya had compared herself to herself, and she was not lightly injured. Duanfang you are not a thing, Sanya you are not a thing. Wu Manling opened her blank eyes, looking around blankly for no reason. I kind of want to cry.

In the end, Wangjiazhuang is too small, the village is a big bowl, and the alley is only chopsticks long, and Wu Manling and Duanfang actually bumped into each other at the entrance of the village in the afternoon of the same day. Wu Manling's heart suddenly tightened, and she lifted it. Wu Manling couldn't help but sneer at herself. But Wu Zhishu didn't sneer, he really smiled, and he really hung it on his face. Duan Fang greeted and said, "Wu Zhishu is busy." Wu Manling said: "Not busy." The voice was wrong, a little trembling. Duan Fang stood still, and was about to take advantage of this opportunity to say a word to Wu Zhishu. After the autumn, he wanted to be a soldier, so it was better to pass the words over earlier, and it would be good to take care of it. But Duanfang is like this, the more things in his heart, the more he can't say it, presumably the days under the fence have passed too long. Duanfang thought about "being a soldier" in his mind, lowered his head, and kept rubbing the ground with the soles of his slippers, going once, going back, going again, going back again. Wu Manling is Wu Manling in the end, she is already fine, put down the big shovel on her shoulder, and said, "I'm usually busy, and I don't care about you, how have you been doing recently?" Duan Fang thought for a while and said, "That's it." Wu Manling said: "How can you be 'just like that', what is 'like that'?" Wu Manling glanced at Duan Fang, there was a reproach in her eyes, and said: "Duan Fang, you have been back for a few days, you can't sway like this." Anyway, you're a high school student and you're a talent. The future is bright. You still have to have a good performance, and if you have any chance in the future, you have to shut the mouths of the masses first, so that I can help. Wu Manling's words are reasonable, there are both affirmation of Duan Fang and hope for Duan Fang, and there seems to be some dissatisfaction in his tone, but on the whole, it is still for the sake of Duan Fang, and Duan Fang heard it. Duan Fang stopped, smiled, changed to rubbing his hands, and said in his mouth: "Thank you, Wu Zhishu." Wu Manling lifted the big shovel on the ground, put it on her shoulders again, glared at Duan Fang, and said, "How many times have I told you about the Wu branch secretary, call Sister Wu, or call Manling." Duan Fang bit his lower lip in his mouth and said, "How can it." Wu Manling laughed again and said, "My name is poison, and it will kill people as soon as you put it in your mouth?"

On the way back to the brigade headquarters, Wu Manling deliberately made a detour and came to the door of Sanya's house. The door to the patio was open, but empty. Wu Manling hesitated, not knowing whether it was better to go in or not to go in. And he stopped. At this time, Sanya was holding a small wooden basin, and just came out of the hall, and saw Wu Zhishu standing at the door of his house with a big shovel, and was stunned for a moment, and Wu Manling was also stunned for a moment. But Sanya was obviously frightened, and she came again! Sanya walked back with a small wooden basin. Wu Manling stopped Sanya, and Sanya stood at the door of the hall with a wooden basin on her back, with a long braid. But Kong Suzhen's voice came from inside the hall. Kong Suzhen beckoned in the hall: "Is it the secretary of the Wu branch? Wu Manling stood outside the patio, thought for a moment, put down the big shovel against the wall, and went into the house. Kong Suzhen was lying on a straw mat, looking like her knees were inflamed. Sanya followed behind Wu Manling and brought back the small wooden basin in her hand. Sanya put down the small wooden basin in her hand, took a stool, and put it behind Wu Manling's buttocks. Kong Suzhen said: "Wu Zhishu sits. Wu Manling sat down, looked at Kong Suzhen's knees, and said, "How is it?" Kong Suzhen said, "It's okay." Wu Manling said: "Is it clear in thought?" Kong Suzhen smiled and said, "It's through." It's been going through for days. Wu Manling smiled and said, "Why do you grind your knees like this? Next time, don't be so dead-eyed, it's uncomfortable to kneel, just stand for a while." The class struggle must be carried out, and the body must also be careful. Kong Suzhen said, "I know." Kong Suzhen instructed Sanya: "What are you doing nailed to the ground? Pour water for Wu Zhishu!" Sanya stretched her face and went to the other side of the kitchen. Wu Manling looked at Sanya's back, coughed, coughed again, and took her gaze back from Sanya's back. Because it was withdrawn from Sanya's side, the gaze was not so much like the gaze, and there was the content of the previous and the next. Kong Suzhen saw all this in her eyes and didn't move, but the blood in her body moved, gushing to her face together. Fortunately, Wu Zhishu didn't say anything, not a word. It just so happened that Sanya came over with water and put the bowl on the dining table. Wu Manling didn't move the bowl, didn't look at Sanya, got up, and said to Kong Suzhen, "I'm just coming to see you." Have a good rest, raise your body a little earlier, and harvest early rice in a few days. Kong Suzhen also wanted to stand up to see off the guests, but was blocked by Wu Zhishu's slap. Kong Suzhen gave Sanya a look and asked Sanya to send off the guests for her. Sanya sent Wu Zhishu away and returned to the hall, but saw that her mother Kong Suzhen had already stood up straight, holding the small wooden bucket full of dirty water in her hand. Sanya wanted to say, "Let me come", but before she could say it, Kong Suzhen had already splashed a basin of dirty water on Sanya's face.

Although lying in bed, Kong Suzhen's efforts still saw the harvest. It only took four days to work, and Fang Chengfu, the hairy foot son-in-law, came to the door. Fang Chengfu is a leatherman and a cripple in Zhongbao Town. As the saying goes, "Five out of ten cobblers are lame, and five are on crutches." "It can be said that it is characteristic of the tanner's profession. A cobbler is not a carpenter or a bricklayer, and he does not have to walk the streets outside. A cobbler is not a blacksmith either, and he can't exert as much effort. Just sit there with an awl in one hand, a needle and thread in the other, and a few wooden lasts. Therefore, generally speaking, if there is a major defect in the child's legs and feet, the parent will let the child choose this profession. On the other hand, as long as a person is a cobbler, he will generally know what kind of situation he is. "It is better to mend the house of a carpenter than to be a cobbler's bride", which is what he said. Speaking of which, Fang Chengfu originally had a daughter-in-law, who was mute and gave birth to two children before and after. Unexpectedly, in 1972, the mute daughter-in-law had stomach cancer, her throat was shallow, she couldn't swallow anything, she vomited when she swallowed, dragged on for more than 100 days, and starved to death. Fang Chengfu has been a widower for four years, pulling the child, and his heart has actually died. Who would have thought that Fang Chengfu would have a day when he would have to endure all his hardships? He Fang Chengfu is actually going to be a groom again at this age, and he is still a yellow flower girl. No wonder the lame old cobbler vigorously kowtowed to his mute daughter-in-law's dead card.

Fang Chengfu got up early in the morning, put on a small sampan, and came to Wangjiazhuang. Along the way, I had good luck and encountered a tailwind. The downwind is also the rich road, and Fang Chengfu pulled up the small sail. The sails were full of wind and bulged in a crooked manner. Fang Chengfu looked at the sails, his heart was hot, and the crotch of his pants also bulged, and he drummed all the way. After noon, Xiao Fengfan came to Wangjiazhuang. After asking for directions twice, Fang Chengfu moored his small sampan on the dock behind Kong Suzhen's house. Fang Chengfu put away the sails, tied the small sampan, picked up pork, brown sugar and two bottles of barley roast in bulk, set up his crutches, and went ashore.

Although Kong Suzhen was iron-hearted on the issue of marrying her daughter, but Fang Chengfu really entered the door, Kong Suzhen still regretted it, almost heartbroken, and it was hard to say, and she kept glancing at her big braids. didn't say anything on his lips, but he still hurt his self-esteem in his bones, and sighed for his daughter. No matter what, big braids still shouldn't bring such a person to the threshold of his own home. Fang Chengfu's legs and feet are not good, even if he is still bald. This is another characteristic of the cobblers. Generally speaking, the cobblers hold the awl in one hand and the needle in the other, and before they make each sewing action, they rub the awl on their head. There is oil in the hair, and the awl is lubricated. After a long time, it became a matching habit, and the hair was wiped out one by one. These are all second, Kong Suzhen dislikes the breath of this leatherman the most, as soon as she enters the door, she doesn't say anything, and she puts pork, brown sugar, and soju on the table and moves it to the most conspicuous position. It's showcased. This is a unique bad problem of the people in the town, obviously poor and sour, in fact, it is nothing, but to make a bowl of soup wide, in fact, it is more poor and sour, but it is not as poor and generous as the real poor. Either way. It's not that Kong Suzhen hasn't seen the world, what are you Fang Chengfu doing? Who is showing it? Whose home is this? There is another point that Kong Suzhen doesn't like very much, Fang Chengfu doesn't speak, when he says "good" or "can", he always gives a quick thumbs up, monkey in monkey, obscene and obscene. Kong Suzhen thought, no wonder, his deceased wife was mute. But your tongue is so good, what are you doing dumb? Fang Chengfu's thumb is like an acter, one moment out of general, another moment of appearance, which one of these is a strange problem. In a word, Kong Suzhen can't look down on it.

Of course, no matter how much I look at it, my daughter still has to marry. At this point, there can be no bargaining and no bargaining. It was this place that Kong Suzhen's real heart was broken. Kong Suzhen glanced at the big pigtails and sat down opposite her hairy foot son-in-law. Stilted on the calves, the appearance came out. Although he is in a hurry to marry his daughter, he can't lose the sense of proportion here. Otherwise, he would have trampled on his own daughter. Wang Dagui originally sat aside and smoked dry tobacco, but Fang Chengfu gave him a paper cigarette of the "Grand Canal", and Wang Dagui stood up. Wang Dagui took the paper cigarette, twisted it, and pressed it into the smoke pot. I thought to myself, Zhongbao Town didn't want to go again in his life.

It's the big braids that are really busy. Like all matchmakers, the big pigtails are adjusting the atmosphere, talking nonsense and saying good things vigorously. The matchmaker with big pigtails is actually quite easy to do, and Kong Suzhen has already handed her her hole cards. The first is alive, the second is a man, after a blind date, marry someone immediately, the sooner the better. Such a principle. Of course, how to say it, how to say it so as not to hurt the woman's dignity, Kong Suzhen doesn't need to explain. The mouth with the big pigtails eats grass and spits out milk. She has such special features. In fact, the big braid has already given Fang Chengfu the bottom, "Sanya's composition is not good, but people demand progress." She wanted nothing else than to join the ranks of the working class as soon as possible. "Fang Chengfu doesn't know class, he really doesn't understand, he knows how to mend soles and put on shoes. Of course, women are good, young women are better, he understands this.

It's time to be polite, it's time to respond to it, and the mouth of the big pigtail is also a little tired, and it's time to rest. She came to the east wing and saw that Sanya was coming. Seeing that Sanya is fake, it is true to invite Sanya into the hall to sit down. In any case, as a necessary step in the blind date, it is always a necessary procedure for both men and women to meet in the hall. In fact, Sanya has already seen Fang Chengfu, and the big braid is very clear as a person who has come over. Generally speaking, when the hairy-footed son-in-law comes to the door, the matchmaker will arrange for them to sit on the west side of the hall with their faces facing east. In this way, the girl hiding in the boudoir can watch through the crack in the door. If she wants to, she can come out or not, and if she doesn't, she won't.

Sanya didn't go out. Don't say anything, sit on the edge of the bed, just don't say anything, don't move. With his head down, his eyes looked weakly to the lower right, distracted. The big braid sat next to Sanya, stretched out his hand, touched Sanya's head, touched Sanya's braids, and finally, slapped Sanya's back lightly twice. The meaning of these two slaps is very clear, they are telling Sanya, don't make trouble, the matter has come to this, this matter is settled. Sanya raised her head, looked at the big braids, and suddenly spoke. Sanya said, "Thank you." However, just glanced at Sanya, and the big braid immediately understood, where is this to thank her, and the mind of biting her is there.

When the pigtails returned to the hall again, they spoke noticeably less. It seems to have taken a hit. Kong Suzhen noticed this, and even Fang Chengfu noticed it. However, whether it is Kong Suzhen or Fang Chengfu, there is no intention of being uneasy. The big pigtails have already given them the bottom in the middle, and the most important thing at the moment is their determination, not Sanya's attitude. In the end, this matter has nothing to do with Sanya, and she can't help it. After the big pigtail came to the hall, he didn't sit down, and after a few rough words, he could hear that he had the intention of leaving. Kong Suzhen put down Erlang's leg and got up. Kong Suzhen took out a bowl again, poured boiling water, took the brown sugar bag brought by Fang Chengfu, opened it, pinched it with her fingers, and put it in. Kong Suzhen brought the crimson sugar tea to the big braid, laughed, and said, "Big braid, you're tired." It's time for you to take a break and sit down for a cup of tea. The big braid looked at Kong Suzhen with a smile on his face, and he saw it really, it was not an ordinary stammer. The big pigtail softened his heart and sat down. I took a sip, and it was so sweet that it was heartbreaking. The big pigtail said, "Hey, I'm dead." ”

The conversation that followed went straight to the point, and the central topic was marriage. After going around for a long time, Kong Suzhen avoided the truth and made a mistake, and once again put Erlang's leg on the table, and said, "I still do the master of this family." "It's a showdown. It's equivalent to saying that the girl is yours. The central issue is no longer the problem. Talking step by step, the next topic is naturally the time to get married. Needless to say, Fang Chengfu's head is not as good as copper, and it is true to hold it in his arms. A day early is a day, and an early day earns a day. He was in a hurry. The bare head was sweating. In fact, Kong Suzhen is also anxious, and to a certain extent, she is no less than an old bachelor who is in a hurry. However, Kong Suzhen's old age and self-esteem were reflected at this time, and she was not triggered, smiling, quietly expecting in a smile. The pigtail looked at Fang Chengfu and said, "What do you say?" The cobbler lowered his head, kept glancing at the "mother-in-law" with his eyes, kept laughing, and kept rubbing his scalp with the nail of his thumb. The cobbler said, "Listen to your mother." The big braid almost squirted out, this old cucumber, painted with green paint, upside down and tender, there was no stroke of the eight characters, all "mother". It's so fleshy. The old bachelor is a person from the town, no matter how honest he pretends to be, he is very slippery in his bones, he is too shameless. The old bachelor's "mother" really worked, and kicked the ball to Kong Suzhen's side again, and Kong Suzhen didn't know what to do. Still smiling, but the smile is getting harder and harder. The big braid said tentatively: "As for me, don't worry, it's okay to wait for ten days and a half months." The words were calmly spoken, however, the urgency was inside. How can anyone marry a daughter for "ten days and a half months" and say "not in a hurry". Kong Suzhen finally spoke, Kong Suzhen looked at the big braid, and discussed with the big braid: "Sanya's body is thin, don't let her cut rice again this year." This sentence can very well reflect the love between mother and daughter, and it is very compassionate. The big braid pinched his fingers in his heart, and it would take ten days to cut early rice. It seems that Sanya really broke Kong Suzhen's heart. Sanya, the hot potato, Kong Suzhen, didn't want to stay for a day. The big pigtail got down the slope and said, "That's what I thought." The cobbler smiled. This time it's a real laugh. But his real smile was even uglier than a fake smile, and his nose and eyes were crowded together, like the soles and uppers of his shoes.

On the way back to the waterway, Shang Chengfu has been battling his own excitement. As the old saying goes, a villain gets rich like a sin, right. Fang Chengfu's excitement has indeed reached the level of suffering. In addition to paddling as hard as he could, Fang Chengfu really couldn't find a way to express himself. He has been suppressed for too long and for too long, it has become a character, a habit, and a way of living. Joy descends from the sky, and naturally it becomes a test. But the crotch of his pants was stable, and he was actually well-behaved, did not add to the mess, and did not react forcefully. Presumably it was tired too. Fang Chengfu was full of gratitude, he wanted to thank something, he must thank something. I just don't know who to thank. Who gave Sanya to him? It's a mystery. Fang Chengfu couldn't find the answer to the mystery, and he was sad about it. According to common sense, he Fang Chengfu should have been a bachelor for the rest of his life, but he just got married, and now, he is about to marry a second one. What else can Fang Chengfu say? What else can he say? He can only explain his ecstasy by self-harm, and only by self-harm can he express this kind of empty gratitude. Fang Chengfu said to himself: "I would rather lose ten years of yang life! I would rather live ten years less!" At the same time, he unjustifiably magnified his life expectancy, which was 92 years old. Subtracted from the age of ten, he was left with eighty-two. Enough is enough, and there is still money to be made. God, God, where are you? Why are you so good to me? "I am willing to lose ten years of yang life!"

Fang Chengfu is almost confused. Looking at the sky is not the sky, and looking at the water is not water. The heart is beating and the mouth is singing. Didn't notice at all that there was a person walking on the riverbank. It's the end side. Duan Fang followed Fang Chengfu's little sampan all the way, and witnessed the madness of this widower. The wilderness was empty, full of evening sun, full of evening wind. Duan Fang looked around, turned around, and shouted at the small sampan in the river:

"-Hey!"

Fang Chengfu stopped. He thought that the people on the shore were going to cross the river. Although he was in a hurry, Fang Chengfu still let the small sampan land. He wants to help others, anyone. Fang Chengfu shouted to Duan Fang: "Where is the little brother going?" Duan Fang didn't say anything, he slowly walked from the river bank to the river, stood there, looked at Fang Chengfu from head to toe, and began to undress. First the top, then the pants, and finally the briefs. This kind of formation is special, and this little brother is interesting. Duan Fang was bare-assed, hugged his arms, and stepped onto the small sampan. As he crossed, the contents of his crotch shook very quietly. Fang Chengfu looked at the things in the crotch of the square, which was big and sturdy, and suddenly became afraid. I want to go. But it was too late. Duan Fang stepped up, sat down, and began to help Fang Chengfu clean up. He threw everything he could see into the water. Finally, he stretched out his hand and asked for the sculls in Fang Chengfu's hand. Fang Chengfu gave him a handful, took it from the end, folded it, and put it in the water. Still. Fang Chengfu gave him another handful, broke it again, and put it in the water as well. Something went wrong. Fang Chengfu knew that something was wrong. He looked at Duan Fang, his mind was quickly calculating, but there was no result. Duan Fang said: "Fang Chengfu, do you know me?" Fang Chengfu's hands tightened the boat gang and said, "I don't know." Duan Fang said, "I know you." There's nothing in Zhongbao town that I don't recognize. Fang Chengfu said: "Where am I sorry for you, you tell me." Duan Fang ignored him, he was bored for a long time, laughed, and made Fang Chengfu laugh. Duan Fang looked at Fang Chengfu and said, "Sanya, I have slept with it." This sentence fell from the sky and smashed directly on Fang Chengfu's head. He glanced at the crotch of his pants, which was also stuffy for a long time. Fang Chengfu finally said: "It's okay. It's okay. Duan Fang raised his voice and said, "I have something! She is my woman—— you are not allowed to come to Wangjiazhuang again, do you hear?" Fang Chengfu said: "I spent money, I bought meat, wine, and-" Duan Fang interrupted Fang Chengfu and said, "I will pay you back." I'll help you save money on medical expenses today, and you'll settle it. - If you come again, your eyeballs will leak blood, do you believe it?" Fang Chengfu said: "I believe it." Duan Fang said: "Do you believe it or not?" Fang Chengfu said: "I believe it." ”