The ancient Sang River extends from west to east in front of Wolong Village, and the water of the Mulberry River flows from the upstream and flows downstream, leaving only the sound of rushing water in front of Wolong Village. I don't know what year and month this Mulberry River has been flowing like this in front of Wolong Village. This river is also kind, and when it flows through this place, it also moistens the land here and the people of this land. According to the people in the village who are too old to know what generation, have talents, and have seen the world, this Sang River is from west to east, twists and turns, and finally connects to the Huai River, and the water in the Sang River also dissolves into the mighty Huai River water. Of course, this is the saying of people who have seniority, talent, and world, and those who have guarded the village all their lives have no one to see what is going on along this Mulberry River, and the old people say so, it must be like this. Even if the older generation is just talking nonsense like this, as for where the river flows in the end, it can't change the sun and moon that the villagers show their belly button and pouting their buttocks, and it will flow wherever it likes. However, the people who have drunk the water of the Mulberry River and eaten the crops moistened by the water of the Mulberry River are also like this Mulberry River, simple and thick.

On the night when the moon was like a silver basin, many people in the village couldn't sleep well for the moon, so they brought a dry tobacco bag that they didn't know whether it was handed down by their ancestors or from another source, and gathered under the old tsubaki tree that didn't know how old it was, so thick that four people hugged it loosely, and three people hugged it loosely and couldn't touch the tips of their hands.

"If you calculate it, it was all decades ago, and it was called the Republic of China at that time. Ma Laoha paused as if he was hungry, and suddenly took two puffs of his cigarette pot, which was as cold as a thin dog and cut off his tail compared to other people's cigarette pouches, smacked his mouth twice and said, "It is said that it is the Republic of China, the world situation at that time, you circle a place, pull a big banner and become the king, he occupies a place and gets a few guns." Today, you go to grab his territory, tomorrow he pulls a team of people to drive you away, this fights with that, that fights with this, comes and goes, when there is no stop, the world is chaotic like a stick stabbed in the turtle's nest. This army fights with that army, and that army fights with this army. Now, the bandits who take advantage of the fire to get oil will gain momentum, robbing this village today, and breaking the village tomorrow, killing people and setting fires all day long, so that people don't have a day to live in peace.

"In the twenty-first year of the Republic of China, I can remember it really, that year, I was in my early twenties, and I was about the same size as Man Dou. Ma Laoha turned his head to look, saw Man Dou standing not far from him, pointed at Man Dou with his hand, and then said to the old and young masters who were staring at him around him, "I also have a younger brother, about the size of a hammer." He took another puff of his thin bamboo pole into the pot of the cigarette pouch with the head of the cigarette pouch used as a mouthpiece, and touched the head of his little grandson, Hammer, who was sitting beside him.

Hearing Ma Laoha say that he had a younger brother, the old and young masters were all so shocked that they were like people making a loud and smelly fart in their mouths, and they choked so much that their throats and tubes were cramping. After so many years, who has ever heard that Ma Laoha has a younger brother? They looked at each other a few times as if they had pinched their necks, and then they all turned their heads to stare at Ma Laoha, and after not eating for more than ten days, they suddenly saw a hot steamed bun, and they were anxious to ask Ma Laoha to tell the whole story.

The hammer sitting next to Ma Laoha looked up at Ma Laoha, blinking and not knowing what his grandfather was talking about.

"That night, it was so overcast that it was as if you could pull down a cloud with your hand, and it was night, and it was as dark as the bottom of a pot. The people in the village have eaten dinner early and rested, and so has my family. When my father came to the door, he urged me and my brother to go to bed early, and talked to myself as if I was going to say what would happen in the village at night. No one expected that before my father's words fell, noisy footsteps sounded outside the door. When my dad heard the noise outside, he hurriedly ran over and dragged me from the bed to the bottom of the bed, and put the urine jar in front of the bed in the way of the road. My mother was also so frightened at this time that she didn't dare to breathe, and she hugged my brother and shivered on the bed. Ma Laoha said this, as if he was still a little frightened to look around, "In the blink of an eye, our family crashed away from the outside, and then several masked men of five big and three thick came in, each of them carrying something in his hand, either a dirt gun or a machete. When they entered the house, they didn't say a word, but rummaged through the house. What years and months are they, everyone lives with their belts tight, and there is nothing at home. Our family watched as they searched the whole house, and no one dared to make a sound. The chickens farted so much that our family almost turned them over. Seeing that they couldn't turn out anything, a few masked men yelled and cursed a few words as if they were angry. One guy didn't know what he was seeing, so he rushed straight into the back room. Maybe he didn't care about his feet, and kicked over the urine jar, and half of the urine soaked half of his trouser leg and dripped. He was a little angry, but he smashed the urine jar with the butt of a gun, pinched his nose and retreated, raised his foot and kicked the chicken coop behind the door, and our old hen was so thin that he had only bones and no flesh that he let him carry it away. When the guys saw that there was really nothing to grab, they shouted to get a ticket to go back, and then they ran to my mother and snatched my brother by force. My mother didn't live or die, and she slashed those bandits in the arm. When the taller bandits saw that they had snatched my brother, they pointed their guns at the broken oil lamp in my house, and the broken oil lamp was extinguished, and the house was completely dark. ”

"Your father was so columsy at the time, standing there stunned, didn't he dare to fight with them, didn't even dare to put a fart?" I don't know who asked in disbelief.

"Who dares to move in that field? My father put two guns to their heads, and a knife was pressed against their necks!" Ma Lao Ha shuddered, put the cigarette pouch in his hand to his mouth, and smoked so that the nest of the cigarette pouch flashed red.

"What happened after that?" asked an anxious voice.

"When they had gone out, they heard people shouting outside, 'legs,' 'smoke,' and 'hostages,' and they wanted our family to give two hundred oceans to ransom people within three days, or they would tear up the tickets. When my father saw that they had retreated, he hurriedly lit a hemp stubble fire to wrap my mother's arm, shaking his head and saying that it was no good. ”

"Little Hammer, you still can't sleep!" At this time, Ma Laoha's daughter-in-law shouted at the door of her yard as if she was on fire in her throat, "If you don't come back, I will put the courtyard gate on the bar and let you spend the night outside." ”

Ma Laoha heard his daughter-in-law's shouting, and couldn't help but shake his whole body twice, knocked the cigarette pouch on the ground a few times, and stood up with both hands on his knees.

"Aren't we all living in the stockade, why did the bandits enter the stockade?" saw Ma Laoha get up, and asked in disbelief. Dou Fork studied for a few years, and before graduating from high school, he was expelled from school because he often skipped school. Just because he has been reading books for a few years, he has a very good reason not to believe in history, saying that everything that involves history is nonsense, and what the former three emperors and the last five emperors are all those writers who can speak well and have nothing to do. As for what Ma Laoha said about the bandits entering the village today, he didn't believe it, and he still felt that Ma Laoha was talking nonsense and talking in his dreams before he was asleep.

Ma Laoha listened to Dou Fork's question, shook his head alone and sighed to Dou Fork and said, "That's the ugliness in our village, I'll tell you later." As he spoke, he picked up the small hammer beside him, and walked back with a trembling heart.

The people also felt disappointed in their hearts because they couldn't listen to the whole Ma Laoha talk about the bandits entering the stockade, and they shook their heads and slapped the dust on their buttocks and left.

"People are not as big as chicken tits, and they don't know when they are wild, and they don't see when they are going to go home! If this happens again in the future, I will ask you to spend the night outside!" Ma Laoha pulled his little grandson's hammer and just lifted his feet into the yard, and his daughter-in-law yelled at the small hammer in the yard again, "Every night people shout like this to know that they come back, just die outside and don't enter the house!"

Ma Laoha's heart fluttered and hurt, and he knew very well that his daughter-in-law was not shouting at the hammer, but at herself......! , the cloth is afraid of boiling into shoes, people are afraid of boiling into a master, people are old, when it comes to this part, it is useless, and it will become a bottomless broken jar, who wants to kick who kicks. He returned to the cattle house, struck a match, and shivered to light the kerosene lamp that hung on the wall. Immediately, the dim light spread out from the kerosene lamp and bean lamp, and the whole house of cattle was bright. He squinted at the kerosene lamp for a moment, then threw away the matchstick that had burned in his hand, turned and gave the thin old cow a trough of grass, and with great difficulty climbed up to the adobe bed, lifted the cover, which was so dirty that it could be sharpened, blew out the kerosene lamp on the wall, and lay down on his side without taking off his clothes.

The old cow did not immediately get up and go into the trough to graze, but still lay down in its belly pouring out of its belly the hay it had eaten during the day and regurgitated withered, and the sound of spitting back and forth was also gurgling.

Ma Laoha lay on the bed for a long time, tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. He felt as if the bones of his whole body were about to fall apart, and they were all jumping and hurting suddenly, especially the two legs, not to mention the pain, the bones inside hurt, and the skin and flesh on the outside were numb and numb, just like his own legs. He sat up from the bed with a sigh of relief, and gently beat his legs with both hands, and slowly felt that he was not so numb. He rubbed his legs with his hands for a while, as if he felt some movement in the blood in his flesh. As soon as this man gets old, he has many problems. With this body and bones, I don't feel anything when I move during the day, but when I lie down on the bed at night, I feel uncomfortable with missing arms and legs.

At this time, the courtyard gate outside clanged a few times, and then the sound of the golden hammer shouting to open the door came: "Master, get up and open the door for me." ”

Ma Laoha heard the shouts of his eldest grandson, got out of bed with great difficulty, and in the darkness he used his feet on the ground to get his shoes that were torn and his mouth was open on all sides. The shoes under his feet were too torn, very unheeling, flickering like a big broken scoop. It's been four years, if a woman is still alive, why wouldn't it be broken like this and still wear it on her feet? The son's woman doesn't expect to make any shoes for herself, as long as she doesn't give herself a blank eye every day, and doesn't mumble about disliking herself every day, it can be regarded as burning high incense in her life. In the past few years after beating the woman away, the daughter-in-law always showed her face with a nose instead of a nose and an eye every day, and she scolded Huaidi at every turn, cursing herself for not dying early. How many times, I also wanted to drink medicine and hang myself to find a woman, but looking at the grandchildren in front of me, I was reluctant. Although he doesn't expect to enjoy any blessings from his grandchildren in the future, after all, several grandchildren are the descendants of the Ma family, and if he doesn't watch them grow up, he can't let go of this heart. He opened the courtyard door for his eldest grandson, Golden Hammer,

With his hands in his trouser pockets, he swayed into the yard with a pouting whistle.

"Where did you go? Why did you come back at this time?" Ma Laoha looked at the smug appearance of the golden hammer, casually tied the courtyard door again, and turned around and asked distressedly.

"Nowhere to go. "The Golden Hammer is very proud, and he is very good in returning.

Ma Laoha looked at the shadow of the back of the golden hammer, and wondered in his heart, these days, the golden hammer is always like this, the child always looks like this, every day after dinner, and then he will not return until this time as soon as he leaves, is there something wrong with this child? He did not ask what the golden hammer was doing, as the old saying goes, one generation does not ask the affairs of the three generations, even if the child has something, he can't ask. He groped his way back to the barn, waded to the edge of the bed with both hands, sat down on the edge of the bed with his buttocks, and trembled and took out his dry tobacco pouch that had been with him for decades from the head of the bed, and trembled with both hands and skillfully inserted the cigarette nest into the foam bag and poured a nest of cigarettes. He took the mouth of the cigarette pouch in his mouth, and began to grope his hands in front of the bedside again to find a foreign fire, then lit the fire, and smoked violently, coughing with a clatter, followed by a few mouthfuls of phlegm.

"Why did our family have such a stunned father like you! Running around with that dead girl in the future, beware of me breaking your legs!" Next door came the angry voice of the thin son Ma Gong'er, "Running around with that dead girl, you don't know the shame?"

"What's so good about that dead girl? Why did she fascinate you? Look at her, she is not a little bigger than a nail bubble, and you can treat her as an aunt and grandmother in the future? She has the skills to be headless, to have no strength, and to count on you to support the family alone? I don't know which of your minds is crooked to her? Besides, you are running around like this, in case you run ugly, where do you let me put my face with your father? You can't go out with your head in your crotch every day, right? Say a thousand things and ten thousand, you just can't have anything to do with her in the future, and you quickly cut off contact with her while nothing happens at this time. The daughter-in-law was also shouting.

"What time is it!" was the voice of the golden hammer.

"What era, what era, I am your father! I can't say what era, you are my father!" the son Ma Gong'er shouted angrily.

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Later, what was said next door again, Ma Laoha couldn't hear it clearly. Although he said that he was so blessed, people in their seventies and eighties were deaf, blind, and breathless, but after all, they were old, and many times the things on their bodies did not listen to their own calls. As the old saying goes, people are not in the middle, their eyes are afraid of the wind, they pee on their wet shoes, and they fart and hit the clock. He no longer heard what was being said next door, but his heart could not be quiet. No wonder Golden Hammer came back so late every night these days, it turned out that he had something to do with Nizi in the village! He smacked the dry tobacco pouch in his mouth, and the ruminating voice of the old cow became louder in the darkness. This thing is really unbearable, if the golden hammer really makes something embarrassing, not only will the face of the son and daughter-in-law not look good, but there will be no place to put it on the face of his grandfather!