After Ma Laoha passed away, the ancient chun tree was quiet for a few days, although people were idle and bored after dinner, after all, there was no Ma Laoha under the old chun tree. People are used to listening to Ma Laoha talk about what happened in the village, and in the blink of an eye, there is no such person, and their hearts always feel somewhat empty. However, without Ma Laoha, the sun and the moon are still like that, and there is still nothing to worry about after dinner at the end of the night, and I always feel that something is lost at home. So, people came to the old Tsubaki tree in a sparse manner, even if everyone did not speak together, and smoked two bags of cigarettes together, they felt that the day was complete. At first, the people just smoked two bags of stuffy cigarettes under the old tsubaki tree, said a few words about their parents, and then went back. Later, the old Tsubaki tree came down to Zhao Cannon, and it gradually became lively.

Zhao Dacang and Ma Laoha are a generation apart, and they are about the same age as Ma Guohai and Zhao Liuyou. When Ma Laoha was there, sometimes he would say a few words under the old Tsubaki tree, but it was not popular. People say that the words he Zhao Dacang said are like fart clouds and mountains and fog, there is no basis, and it is not as real as what Ma Laoha said that happened in the village. Now that Ma Laoha is gone, people can't feel anything new under the old chun tree except for dictating the short things of the east and west families, and slowly someone wants Zhao Dacang to tell him the rumors that he heard about the nonsense of the clouds and mountains and fog covers.

"This time I heard about it from the cattle shop, and the person who said it cursed me and swore that it was true, believe it or not. Zhao Cannon lifted the slightly shorter leg twice, held the dry tobacco pouch in his mouth with one hand, and lifted the trouser up twice with the other, and leaned the entire back spine against the old Tsubaki tree, and sat down with a very central figure, and then looked around with the old cigarette pouch in his mouth as if he were hanging people's appetites.

Regarding the rumors that Zhao Dacang said before, people thought he was a stinky person. But this time, listening to his tone, cursing and swearing, it seems that there is a real shadow. People gave Zhao Dacang a lot of bluffing, and they all looked at Zhao Dacang and waited for his next step.

It's no wonder that he Zhao cannon, the work in the field can't bear the weight, the back of the pot is not to mention, and the legs are not very good, every day he pouts a dung basket and jumps along the river slope and the roadside looking for shit. If you're lucky, pick up a basket full of dung, and he can't pluck it, so he will find a place to dig a pit and bury half a basket, and then make a mark, and when he comes out next time, he will go directly to the buried half basket of dung. Sometimes the marks he made reminded others, and when he returned, he dug up half a basket of dung that he had buried like a mine. When this happens, he Zhao Cannon will tear open his throat and scold endlessly, which can scold the person who stole half of his basket of dung. If he is unlucky, and he can't pick up a few bubbles of shit after wandering around for a long time, he will open the dung basket with the dung friend who touched it, sit on the river slope, hold his foot and neck with one hand, and hold the dry tobacco bag with the other.

Zhao Cannon whetted people's appetites, smoked a whole pot of dry tobacco, and looked at the old and young masters like a shelf.

When people saw that Zhao Dacang hadn't finished yet, they couldn't help but ask Zhao Dacang what he had heard.

"The dictatorship of the geldings has come down from above, and the cattle shop has begun to gelding, and the men and women are gelding. The above also gave a nice saying, not called gelding, called ligation, called what is called family planning, let have fewer children. Zhao Dacang saw that people were chasing him and asked him what was strange, so he rubbed Luo Guo's back on the old chun tree twice, glanced at the old and young masters, and said with fear, "Since ancient times, geldings and geldings have really never heard of geldings, except for eunuchs, how can the common people have geldings? What kind of world is this, why do you want to give people geldings?"

Zhao Cannon's words made the old and young masters suddenly silent, and there was a burst of uneasiness and panic under the old Chunshu.

"The people above are feeding us and have nothing to do, and in turn they are tossing and having fun with these guys of ours!" a voice complained angrily.

"That's it, the dog is nosy with the mouse! Who gives birth to the child and who feeds them, and their eggs hurt and their necks cramp?" another angry and dissatisfied voice.

"What if you really don't give him a gelding? Whose chicken X can you bite? I can't do this!" a voice was angry and unconvinced.

"Just your big head, the dictatorship team is following, can you still turn over the flowers?" Zhao Dacang heard this, and immediately asked rhetorically, "Do you know? The dictatorship team back then was carrying a dictatorship stick in their hands, and if you were not honest, they would stab you with a dictatorship stick." Since ancient times, the nose has been big and the mouth has been pressed, what else can you do? I heard that there is a man named Wu Stunned in the cattle shop, who refused to give a gelding, and even held a knife to stab the cadres of the brigade. ”

"That's right, it's been a truth since ancient times - the people don't resist the officials. No matter how much you have, no matter how big your head is, you can't resist it. However, they have their own thousand plans, we have our old idea, the soles of our shoes are smeared with oil, so they can't catch the shadow of the fart, what else can they do with us?" said a very old voice.

"We have our old idea, and people have a thousand plans. Do you think that although our guy is in the crotch of our pants, he is actually holding it in the palm of someone's hand, which is the same as a gelding and a gelding. No matter how stubborn the pig is, the sheep are happy, after all, they are in the circle. Let's want to cut it off, and it can still grow its arms and fly out of the circle? We are the same, even if it slips, where can we slip to? If we run away from the monk, we can't run away from the temple, and if we leave these few acres of land, we really don't have a way to live. I miss you, you don't have a rut, and digging three feet into the ground can find you. I guess this gelding's business is not a matter of any one place, it should be the business of the whole country, there are geldings everywhere, and it is the same everywhere you run, and you have caught the same gelding. It's just a pity that I can't have children anymore after giving it to gelding. I thought that it would be nice if the women could give birth to lambs like old sows and rabbits at once, and a litter of ten or eight children would come out of a litter of puffs and chirps, and the geldings would be geldings, and they would not be able to stuff the children back anyway. A helpless and regretful voice.

"You don't want home, but our guys can't lose anything, if you really give them geldings honestly, you won't be sorry for your ancestors. The ancestors handed down this thing to us, so that we can pass on the incense from generation to generation. I see, let's hide from them for as long as you can. I really can't hide, that's when we should become eunuchs at this time. One guy followed the words of the person in front of him, "Let's just go around in circles with them, and if we can, we can hide it, and if we can't, we can hide it." ”

"In case the dictatorship team of the geldings arrives in our village, the old bachelor and Ma Lao are not worried about being gelding, and the two of them are used for peeing, and there is no place to get them, so they will not be castrated. "A guy didn't know whether to envy or ridicule at this time, and he actually pulled the old bachelor and Ma Laojiao.

"Don't talk nonsense, how bad it is for the two of them to hear it! Isn't this a joke that the two of them don't have a woman?"

The guy who pulled the old bachelor and Ma Lao picked up was speechless immediately, and seemed to have felt that what he said like this hurt the old bachelor and Ma Lao pick, and slapped a few times according to his mouth, which was a punishment for hurting the old bachelor and Ma Lao.

At this time, Zhao Dacang coughed twice very loudly, like a singing song before going on the stage. His two dry coughs frightened the entire old Tsubaki tree into silence all of a sudden, and almost all of them turned their faces to look at Zhao Dacang, who was leaning against the old Tsubaki tree. Although Zhao Dacang's figure was blurry in the sky when such a crescent moon was about to fall, the old cigarette pouch he smoked in his mouth seemed to show people his authority in this rumor. After Zhao Dacang coughed dryly, he did not speak immediately, but continued to smoke his dry tobacco pouch. His actions like this made people even more stunned, and they didn't know what he Zhao Cannon would say next.

"The world has changed. Under the questioning of many people, Zhao Dacang pulled out the dry tobacco pouch in his mouth, sighed and said, "In the past, there was a slogan from above, didn't there be that slogan?—— 'how quickly and well (province) to build socialism' is to have more people and live quickly." It's only been a few years, and if you don't let you live, you have to give people gelding. That's a bit against the grain. ”

Seeing that Zhao Dacang didn't say anything else, people immediately sighed as if they were deflated. However, Zhao Dacang's rumors about geldings still make people feel unsure, and this matter can't be inappropriate just because Zhao Dacang says something insignificant on weekdays. This time I really have to take it seriously and go out to inquire clearly, in case what Zhao Cannon said this time is true, I really have to think of a way in advance, just like someone just said, if you can hide, you can hide, you can run, like a bamboo pole, and a section is a section. Although people are not sure whether they will be able to hide in the end, it seems that there is no good way to hide except for hiding.

After a period of discussion, people finally seemed to reach a consensus, just like fighting the Japanese devils in the past, using guerrilla tactics and strictly following the teachings of Leader Mao that "the enemy advances and I retreat, and the enemy retreats and I advance", and it is not possible to achieve the final victory. After the crescent moon has landed, the people go their separate ways.