People in the city don't say that they see blue-eyed, high-nosed, golden-nosed monkey-like Caucasians, or black people with thick mouths, curly hair, and sunken eyes, even if they see yellow-haired savages and primitive gorillas, they will not stop to watch, at most they will scan their eyes. It's none of your business. And people who live in the mountains that are too monotonous and have never seen the world have a strong curiosity, so they are good at meading other people's affairs, inquiring about other people's privacy, and spreading other people's gossip. Every time I see a group of three or a group of four, I must be talking about something new, so I immediately go up to inquire and visit. Some frizzy people rush to spread the word without waiting for the story to come and go.

Tell me a story: Earlier, a man from outside the mountain came in with a monkey's burden sitting on a wooden box, and found an open place to stop the burden. A gong was taken out of the box and a flurry of drums was beaten, which immediately attracted a crowd of people, who gathered around the stranger to look at the monkey and turn their eyes to hear the man shout in a disdainful voice: "Come and see, the show is on!" Although the people did not fully understand what the man was saying, they quickly figured out what it was all about, because one person was proudly advertising: "This is a monkey trick, I have seen it in the county town." The monkey has been specially trained, listens to people's flags (commands), learns people's movements, and is very weird. ”

More and more people gathered together, and the monkey man led the monkey to beat the gong and walked in circles to drive away the visitors, and finally vacated a place with a large bamboo mat (about 6 square meters). The monkey man stood in the middle, clasped his hands into fists, and grunted in his mouth, and immediately the monkey turned over a series of hollow buckets. The monkey trickster squeaked a few more times, and the monkey walked on the ground with its hind feet facing the sky. The human monkeys made movements in different ways, and the crowd burst into admiration. Suddenly, the monkey snatched the gong from the monkey man's hand and stretched it out to the spectators, and someone asked, "What kind of trick is this?" Someone replied. The monkey begged for a few hairy corners, so he threw away the gong, opened the box, and got in. The people were looking at it and suddenly it was cold, and someone shouted, "One more." Then everyone said, "Here's one." It was useless for the monkey to hear the money crackling on the gong.

The money in everyone's pockets may be to buy cigarettes, soy sauce, and snacks, and now it's all in the monkey man's pocket. The monkey's old trick is repeated, and he can't die if he can't hear the sound of money smashing the gong.

The story of a foreigner is far more provocative than the story of a monkey. Almost all the people in the village came, and even those with inconvenient legs and feet were supported or carried on their backs. The courtyard and hall of Yan Yong's farmhouse were crowded with people, even if there was a mass meeting, the Lantern Festival was not so complete. The people surrounded Mr. Wu and the child, who knew Mandarin, like iron buckets, and the people behind them stood on tiptoe, stretched their necks and looked in through the gap between the person's head and shoulders. Then the person behind brought a chair and stool to put his feet on the head of the person in front of him.

The invisible man opened his voice and asked, "Is it a foreign child, like a monkey, with long yellow hair?"

Those who saw it replied: "Ghost roar, full of Chinese species, just like our local people." Some people don't spread the word!"

Anyone who saw the child's true face was disappointed: the child had black hair, yellow skin, and black and white eyes. From head to toe, you can't find anything strange when you look horizontally and vertically.

The only thing that made them feel new was the sound of "a few miles of quack".

What the hell is this kid saying? None of them understood. Some of the onlookers found it amusing, and then learned to speak their tongues, and their tongues stretched out and rolled in their mouths, causing everyone to laugh. Teacher Wu asked everyone not to learn from this child to speak, and not to make noise. He said, "The child is angry and scolding you. ”

"Oh, you're scolding us, what's the scolding method? "It was suggested.

"It's all uncivilized and insulting words, what's so good about it?" said Mr. Wu.

"You just have to translate it, and it's not your scolding, so I don't blame you for not listening to it. In the future, we will have the opportunity to deal with outsiders, and the three sentences will not be reconciled, so as not to be scolded and still laugh. "Someone said.

Mr. Wu translated according to the truth.

"Wow, look at you as a little person, you are a small ghost. You have eaten the bear's heart and leopard guts, and dare to scold us on our chassis. Nasol bound him up and put him in a pigsty. "An old man scared him.

Not to mention putting him in a pigsty, he was not afraid to throw him into a wolf's den. Because listening to everyone is no different from listening to the birds on the mountain, he is cursing.

Although everyone is not angry with children, after all, the scolding words are uncomfortable in their hearts, so they don't learn to speak or laugh.

After most of the day, people still haven't figured out the child's life experience and origin, the novelty is gone, and the curiosity is gone. The men suddenly remembered that their cattle were still "bleating" in the barn, that the fields were about to dry up if they were not flooded quickly, and that the weeds in the fields were growing wildly and were going to do their proper work one after another. The women remembered that their pigs were still in the pigsty with their sharp teeth peeling the wooden railings, and that the dirty clothes of the family, young and old, were piled up in the footbasin and had to be washed out quickly, and if the clothes did not dry, the family would not have changed them tonight, so they hurried away. The old man remembered that his grandson who was sleeping in the cradle should wake up at this time, and he should have pulled a big bag of urine and left. The people who have no responsibility and no involvement are all gone, leaving Yan Yongnong's family and Teacher Wu. Teacher Wu was going to leave, but he couldn't get out, because he was the only person the child spoke to in this place, and the child had treated him as an acquaintance and a native of his hometown. The kid hugged his leg so desperately that he couldn't move half of his feet, but fortunately it was Sunday, so he had to stay here temporarily, and he was going to wait until the middle of the night when the kid's eyelids couldn't hold it and he fell asleep, and Mr. Wu sneaked away.

Yan Yongnong also has farm work outside that he can't finish all year round, and he also has housework that can't be done all day and night in the house, but he has to put it aside. He had to watch over the child, and it was his duty to be his guardian until the child's parents were found, and he must not lose the child again. If the child falls into the hands of bad people or people who do not care about the child, and let him be displaced and suffer again, he will do evil, and he will have a troubled conscience for the rest of his life. He has an obligation to help the child find his family, and he seems to hear the heart-rending call of the child's family. He is also a parent and knows that children are the heart and soul of their parents. There are many families in the world who are in a miserable fog because of the loss of their children, and many mothers are crazy because they miss their children who they can't see day and night!

But where to find the parents of their children? Yan Yongnong is like a blind man who has come out of the sky -- there is no way out. He thought about it and finally thought of the people's government and the Civil Affairs Bureau, and he believed that the Civil Affairs Bureau had a way to help the child find a home.

The next day, the child woke up and didn't see Uncle Wu yesterday, he asked Yan Yongnong for it. Ah, that quarrel is completely a desperate pullover, falling and hitting things when they see them, stools and chairs will not let go without breaking their feet, porcelain and spoons will not stick unless they are sticky, and porcelain pots and steel pots will be smashed so that they will be crooked. Yan Yongnong couldn't take him for a long time, but he couldn't get angry: "I saved you with good intentions, but I still treat me as an enemy, and I fight with me like this! I gave you food and shelter and broke the law? I can't do good things! Alas, I can't do good things! I can't do good things! I can't do good things." I warn you, if you want to make such a foolish noise, I will send you to the present place and leave you to fend for yourself. ”

Yan Yongnong said the above words in a moment's anger, but it doesn't matter if he says it, because the child doesn't understand what he says. The child continued to be rude, and Yan Yongnong's wife, Wang Huilan, said angrily: "Do good deeds, take him away, and take him to his parents quickly." The local dialect of "good things, finding, parents" is similar to the sound of Mandarin, and the child probably understood the words because the child stopped making noise.

"I wish I could send this plague god away at once. But my feet can't stand it, I went out yesterday, and I came back with such a heavy burden, and I'm still tired and lame at this time. At least take a day off and recover for two days. Yan Yongnong said.