After Zhao Changyan walked out of the village with the group of old and young masters in the village, he scattered in all directions, asking people when they met, and inquiring about people when they saw them, but they went out early and returned late to look for a whole day, and they didn't hear any news about the old madman. Many people couldn't help but secretly judge in their hearts that this time they were afraid that they would really not find the old madman, and they couldn't tell which well the old madman fell into this time and drowned. So, the next day, people began to carry long bamboo poles tied with hooks and ropes to find them in the field next to the well. I searched all the wells in this village, and then went to the wells in that village to salvage, and the hundreds of wells in the fields of the surrounding three villages and five villages were stirred up, but I still couldn't find the old madman. The people shook their heads in disappointment and went back to the village. Seeing people's expressions like this, Zhao Daya suddenly opened his big mouth to reveal a few yellow big teeth, pulled up his throat and snot, and cried with tears: "God, why are you ruthless, the eldest son is gone, and this crazy woman won't keep it for me, I haven't burned incense to honor you in my life." ”

Zhao Daya cried so sadly that the old and young masters around him also had red eyes.

"This is also, although she is a crazy woman, there is finally a woman at home, and there is a corner in her heart when the big tooth comes back, and there is a mother's cry when the child arrives home. Ma Lingniang, the woman of Ma Laoda, looked at Zhao Daya and cried sadly, rubbed her eyes and said, "Daya is also a bitter life, eldest son, seeing that he is about to become an adult, a sudden illness is gone." The eldest son is gone, and the woman is crazy again. Now the mad woman is lost again. ”

"The big teeth are all buried in the soil to the navel of the eyes, there are women and no women can pass, and the suffering is suffering from the child Ergazi. The woman with Zhu Sanjiao sighed and said, "Whether it's crazy or stupid, it's always a mother!"

But the three-nerve woman standing next to her didn't speak, she glanced at the big teeth with a big mouth showing big yellow teeth, watching Zhao Daya cry like that, her heart was also hurting, a crazy woman ran away, it could make him Zhao Daya so sad, if the woman died in front of him, he Zhao Daya would not be distressed to death. If I had fallen into such a man who knew that he felt sorry for a woman, he would not have lived in vain in his life. She is very sour in her heart, and some women who are greedy for Zhao Daya are more because of herself. It's the same woman, why is this life different!

Someone persuaded Zhao Daya to go back to the house.

He had been squatting there silently, and Ergazi suddenly stood up at this time and ran out of the village like crazy.

"What's wrong with this kid?" Ergazi's actions surprised many people, they stared, looked at each other, and then looked at Ergazi's back and didn't know what to do for a while.

"Could it be that this kid is crazy with sadness, right?" someone whispered worriedly.

"Chase him back!" Zhao Chang's face quickly woke up and shouted at the crowd.

Zhao Chang's shout suddenly reminded the crowd who were talking together, and Zhao Tietou immediately rushed out with a few people, chasing Ergazi and running out of the village.

Ergazi left the village, still running like crazy along the road that connected the village to the outside at his feet. After running for a long time, he suddenly stood up and shouted hoarsely towards the hill in the distance—"Mother!"

Zhao Tietou, who was chasing behind Ergazi, and several of the men were stunned by Ergazi's voice and stopped, they looked at Ergazi quietly, and no one walked over to disturb Ergazi.

Ergazi was a hoarse "mother" again, and then squatted down like a skeleton of scattered bones, holding his head with both hands and crying bitterly.

Zhao Tietou and none of the other men spoke, and looked at Ergazi, a child in his teens, crying so sadly that they still couldn't stop hurting in their hearts as if they had pierced hundreds of holes in an awl.

Ergazi may not have noticed Zhao Tietou and the other men chasing behind him, or he may have known that a few of them were standing behind him, but he didn't look back, and he didn't stop crying when he tore his heart and pulled the broken lung tube.

"Ergazi, this kid is wronged!" Zhao Tietou turned his head and sighed, and said to the other people who chased him out, "Bitter child!"

Several others sighed heavily.

"Weasels bite sick ducks, this god doesn't open his eyes!" Zhao Tietou seemed to be unable to bear to watch Ergazi cry like this, sighed again as if he was very unhappy, and then slowly walked towards Ergazi.

Ergazi also seemed to sense Zhao Tietou, he wiped his tears with his sleeve, turned his head to look at Zhao Tietou, twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Uncle Tietou, my mother has been out for two days, can you still get it back?"

Zhao Tietou didn't know how to answer Ergazi, he looked up at the sky, looked around, sighed and comforted Ergazi and said, "Child, it's okay, it's okay." ”

Ergazi suddenly threw himself into Zhao Tietou's arms, and once again cried aggrievedly.

Zhao Tietou hugged Ergazi, gently patted Ergazi's back and said, "Don't cry, your mother can get it back." Even if your mother is gone, there are still the old and young masters in the village. Don't cry, don't cry. ”

Ergazi cried even more sadly, and the old and young masters in the village couldn't compare to their crazy mothers. Although the mother said that she was a madman, she was not crazy about her distress. Every day when I get home, my mother will look at herself and smile happily, and she will reach out and touch her head twice. Sometimes no matter what the mother is doing, even if the father can't control the mother, as long as he goes over and says something softly, the mother will stop like a very obedient child, and then look at herself and smile as if admitting her mistake. No matter how old and young the masters in the village are, they can't replace their mothers!

"Let's go back, let's go out to find your mother tomorrow." You see, it's getting late, and it's going to get dark soon. Zhao Tietou softly persuaded Ergazi in his arms.

The sky is about to get dark, and the night is about to cover the world. How has my mother been living in the past two days? When I am hungry, who will give my mother food? Where will my mother rest at night? Ergazi wiped her eyes, looked around weakly, and felt a pain in her heart, how much grievance should my mother have suffered in the past two days?

"Let's go, go back, kid. Zhao Tietou grabbed Ergazi's shoulders and walked back.

When Ergazi returned home, his father had persuaded the people in the village not to cry, and the old and young masters who were surrounding his house had dispersed a lot, and the old and young masters who stayed behind saw that Ergazi had come back safely when he saw that there was nothing wrong with him, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and the stones in their hearts left one after another.

"Brother Big Tooth, don't be sad, maybe my sister-in-law will come back by herself. Zhao Tietou handed Ergazi to Zhao Daya, comforted Zhao Daya and said, "It's been two days, and you and the child haven't had a bite of food in a down-to-earth manner, so let's eat with peace of mind tonight, and let's go out to find it tomorrow." ”

"It's so much that the old and young masters are restless. Zhao Daya owes the old and young masters, and said very sincerely.

"What are these words? Damn! The old and young masters of a village can't agree to say such a foreign thing. "Although Zhao Tietou is also surnamed Zhao, he and Zhao Changmian are from their own family, and Zhao Daya just happened to have the surname Zhao. But it's hard to write two Zhaos in one stroke, and I want to call it on weekdays. Naturally, it is not an exaggeration for him not to be commensurate with his own family today.

Zhao Daya gratefully sent the old and young masters home, and then began to go to the dinner of Zhang Luo's children in the stove room. Although since the gazi and his mother went crazy, the work in the stove room was taken over by herself, but the crazy woman would still light the fire, and she would be busy on the stove, and the crazy woman was snoring in front of the pot door and pulling the bellows to light the fire, which was also reassuring in those days. Now that the mad woman is gone, the stove room seems deserted, and the taste in my heart is different.

Ergazi saw his father enter the stove room, and followed his father into the stove room. When he entered the stove, he didn't say anything, but sat down in front of the pot and began to collect the ashes from the stove.

"Gazi, go ahead, Dad is busy with his own work. Zhao Daya saw that his son, who had never burned a fire, was so sensible today, and his heart was sour, "You have also gone out to find your mother for two days, go and rest." ”

"Daddy. Ergazi cleaned up the ashes in the stove and didn't look up at his father.

Zhao Daya's eyes didn't feel wet, he turned around and pretended to bend down to scoop water into the bucket, and secretly wiped away his tears.

It was getting darker and darker outside, and I couldn't see anything in the stove room. Ergazi stood up from the door of the pot and lit the oil lamp hanging on the wall, then sat down and continued to pull the bellows and light the fire. The firewood in the stove was blown by the bellows and rushed out of the pot door one after another, and the firelight reflected the light of the whole stove room.

Zhao Daya cleaned up the mixed noodle pot in the pot, covered the pot, and pressed a few bricks on the pot lid, then turned around and sat on the board, looking at the son who was burning the fire, and wanted to say something to his son, but he couldn't say it for a long time.

Ergazi has been burning the fire without raising his head, and the whistling bellows blew the fire in the stove more and more violent, and suddenly, a burst of flames blew the bellows straight towards Ergazi's head and face. Ergazi, who lowered his head and paddled firewood and grass, had no defense, and his hair was on fire all at once.

Zhao Daya jumped up from the board at once, scooped out a scoop of water from the bucket, and splashed it on his son's head.

Ergazi's hair was still scorched, but fortunately, Zhao Daya's scoop of water was splashed in time and failed to burn Ergazi's scalp.

Zhao Daya gently held his son's head, squinted his eyes under the faint foreign oil lamp, looked around carefully, and after looking at it for a long time, he was relieved to see that his son's scalp did not burn anything. He picked up his son, and did not care about the wood still burning in the hearth, so he went to the two dilapidated halls. He wanted to find scissors to cut off the burnt hair on his son's head, and if he pulled it down with his hand, his scalp would hurt.

Zhao Daya found a foreign fire in the dark, lit the foreign oil lamp on the table, and then rummaged around to find a needlework dustpan that the woman had not touched for many years. The woman's needlework dustpan has been put in no place since the woman went crazy, and those scissors and needlework have not been touched for several years. It took him a great deal of effort to find the needlework dustpan in one wall. There were no scissors in the needlework dustpan, and the strips of needlework and thread were all damp and damp, and the iron needles tied to the tassels were rusty like mallets. He looked at the needlework dustpan, and the original shadow of the woman was clearly reflected in his heart. Women's hands are very skillful, and they will do a lot of needlework that other women will not do, especially the flowers and butterflies she embroiders on her shoes, which are the same as live, and the chickens and ducks who can coax their mouths to follow such shoes and stretch their necks to chase.

Zhao Daya couldn't find the scissors in the needlework dustpan, and wondered where the scissors would be thrown to the woman. He blinked for a long time before he remembered that the scissors were hidden in a hole in the door after the woman went crazy, because he was afraid that the woman would be ignorant and hurt herself if she held the scissors. He pulled out the scissors through the hole in the door, and the scissors were already thick rust, not at all as clean as they had been when the woman had not gone mad. At that time, women would often let him sharpen scissors. When he came back from work, he would find the stone for sharpening the knife, get half a basin of water, move a small bench, and sit down to sharpen the scissors for the woman. The woman would watch over him, smiling as he pushed and pulled on the whetstone and waved his arms. After he had been grinding for a while, the woman would find a few rags and let him see if he was grinding fast. He would take the rag from the woman's hand, tilt his mouth sideways and squeak it a few times, then smile at the woman and say "It's almost time". The woman took the scissors from him very satisfied, and there was a very proud look on her face, as if she was showing off how good her man was, and how neat the scissors could be sharpened.

He looked at the scissors in his hand by the dim oil lamp, and he had never sharpened them since the woman went crazy. He tried to hold the scissors with his hand, but the rusty scissors hurt his fingers, and the scissors' mouth still didn't open. "Such scissors...... He shook his head unconsciously, and said to himself as if he were sorry, "I can't cut anything!"

He shook his head again, tears falling from his eyes.

Ergazi looked at his father under the dim foreign oil lamp, and his heart was also sore, his father was missing his mother.

"Dad, I won't cut my hair, let's talk about it tomorrow. Ergazi persuaded his father, "I can rub my burnt hair down." As he spoke, he raised his hands and rubbed them on his head.

"Let's scrub and wash, or it won't look like a mess. Zhao Daya reluctantly put down the scissors in his hand, sighed, and said, "The master who shaved his head is here, shave his head." ”

"Fight the fire, Big Tooth's house is on fire! Fight the fire! Fight the fire!" someone outside shouted as if someone had pulled his neck.

This shout outside made Zhao Daya's heart suddenly startled, and he remembered that when he dragged Gazi to the hall just now, there was still a fire in the stove, and several long firewoods were half in the stove and half outside the stove, which was the firewood in the stove was burned out, and it fell into the firewood pile in front of the pot door and ignited the fire. He rushed out of the hall in a few steps, and the stove room was already full of fires, which broke through the roof, and exploded the bamboo poles on the porch and jumped into the air very imposingly, and the red fire illuminated the surrounding neighbors' houses very clearly.

"What's so special about this?" Zhao Daya didn't know whether he was shocked or frightened by the fire that was lit in the stove room, his legs were weak, and he squatted on the ground.

The old and young men quickly rushed over with buckets and basins, shouting and shouting to hurry up and put out the fire. However, the people in the whole village ate the water from the well at the entrance of the village, and the ditch called Jiagou around the village was too far away from Zhao Daya's home. Far water could not quench the thirst of the near, and the far water could not save the near fire, and although the water that people hastily got suppressed the fire, when the water came again on the second trip, the fire not only regained its momentum, but also crackled and burned the other half of the house. Fortunately, Zhao Daya's house is far away from the neighbors' houses, otherwise, the neighbors' houses around will also be implicated.

Zhao Daya squatted on the ground, the fading fire shining on his stiff face and the tears flowing down his face.

People were busy sweating and busy with cigarette ash, but they still couldn't save the fire at Zhao Daya's house, and they all sighed guiltily.

"This fire burns wickedly!" said someone in the crowd, who was gradually losing the light of the fire.

"It's evil, there must be something special in this, is it that the old grave of the big tooth family is so troubled?" someone casually deduced the cause of the fire, "You see that the big tooth family has been doing things one after another in the past few years." ”

"Since the temple on the hill in the northwest corner of the village was demolished in the year of the four olds, there has been no peace in our village. said that there are no gods and no ghosts in this world, and those of them patted their butts and left after demolishing the temple, and what retribution there was was was for our village. An old-looking voice grumbled.

"Did the Big Tooth family offend something?"

"This ......"

Zhao Daya's home, which was destroyed by fire, slowly turned into a monster in the dark, and the occasional flickering sparks illuminated the abrupt and broken wall with grinning teeth, much like a green-faced and fanged ghost that disappeared in front of people.

Zhao Daya, who was squaanting there and never squeaked again, suddenly "mooed" and tore his throat and cried.

Zhao Daya's cry reminded the neighbors in the dark, and they immediately ran towards Zhao Daya's cry.