I thought my twenty years old would be a great moment and that it would be the dividing line of fate.

- But it's not.

The world is really not under my control.

It's damn everyday life again. The of more than 1,000 people in the village was transported to the public latrine in the village, which is my house, and my father and I dug a big pit and then put the ...... And...... And...... Pour into ...... And then...... It's disgusting.

And so the days passed, and it was the New Year.

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It snowed for several days, covering the blue sky, and the sky and the ground were all together, like a silkworm cocoon.

In the afternoon, the snow stopped, and the people in the village came out to post Spring Festival couplets and hang colorful flags.

People gather in groups of twos and threes.

At this time, you can see the favor of the village. The old people smoke and chat together, the middle-aged people brag together, the old ladies chew their tongues together, the children play together, and the young people talk together.

This is only a rough breakdown, and if you look closely, you can see that there is still a breakdown here. People from different walks of life are not together. Although everyone is a commoner and is the lowest class in the Ming Empire, it can also be divided down: one group of landlords, one group of tenants, one group of rich households, and several batches of professional households.

Even the castrated, the criminal, the begging for food, the desperate, and the seriously ill were huddled together—even though they were about to freeze to death. Winter is really good, if they don't freeze to death, then how disgusting they will be in the coming year.

There are the largest number of people in our professional household, including children who raise pigs and donkeys, children who make dustpan stools, and children who make tofu steamed buns. Although my family is a household, it is also one of the 1,000 professional household registrations in the Daming household registration written in black and white, and I am also the king of their children from childhood to adulthood, so we have a good time together.

Zhao Dakuo also mixed in with us. His family, the dairy farmer, was a professional, but it was richer than the rich. Zhao Dakuo said to us, "Let's go drink milk!" I'm in for a treat. He smirked at us.

"Okay!" Everyone cheered and ran to his family's cattle farm.

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Zhao Dakuo's cattle farm has not changed anything, even the broken grass shed on the top and the mud underground. It's more than ten degrees below zero, and there is still sewage flowing down there. It used to be a gray cattle farm under a gray sky, but now it is a black cattle farm under a white sky.

Zhao Dakuo slapped his face and said to everyone: "Let's milk it ourselves." Ha ha! Don't forget to put straw in the trough – it's at the entrance of the village. ”

Everyone milked the cows with laughter, happily you pushed me, and the heat filled the ground.

Zhao Dakuo picked up a white porcelain cup, carefully scooped up a glass of milk from the milk bucket, handed it to me and the dog leftovers, and said, "Drink it quickly." Freshly expressed milk doesn't need to be hot. He handed another cup to the dog.

I took the cup, but stared thoughtfully at the herd.

Zhao Dakuo asked me, "What's the matter, Brother Niu?" ”

I sighed and said:

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I'm looking at these cows.

Day and night at minus ten degrees Celsius, these cows stay in this shed with only one grass roof, with an iron frame on their backs, chews on their mouths, cuffs under their feet, and they are skinny and only have bulging tits.

They have been standing since they were born, motionless, standing in the eternal mud, day by day, until more than ten years, until they die. Even their death is uncontrollable, people kill them and eat them when they can't produce milk, and their daughters are either born to be killed or live out like their mothers.

Why are they called life? What is the meaning of such a life? How do they reproduce? How do they exist? How did they endure? What do they think?

But our lives are not like this, we are just another cow. We have compassion on them, and who will have compassion on us? What's the point for us? Are we also counted as lives? Who are we, where do we come from, and where are we going?

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I continued: "Notice that the 'she' in 'they' I said is the 'she' next to the female character, not the 'it' of Bao Geer. It is a rhetorical method of anthropomorphism. Well. That's it. ”

Zhao Dakuo's eyes widened and he raised his thumb: "It's amazing, although I don't understand it at all, but it must be very powerful!" ”

I laughed - the dog punched me in the ribs, and I was blown away

Dog leftover: "Shut up! You idiot! People just milk us for free! For the Chinese New Year, I can't find anyone to milk it! If you don't express it, you will get sick if you are engorged. ”

He looked at Zhao Dakuo and said, "Maybe there is an ulterior purpose, and there is nothing to do." ”

Zhao Dakuo hurriedly waved his hand: "Where there is, where there is." ”

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At this time, another group of people passed by, led by Zhao Dazhuang, the eldest son of the head of the village soldiers.

Each village is stationed with soldiers, who are the defenders of the Ming Dynasty's armor protection system and household registration system, so it is also called the "armor protection army". They were directly subordinate to the imperial officials in the county and were subordinate to the imperial army, also known as the "Royal Army", or "Imperial Army" for short. Since everyone is an "imperial army", naturally they don't even pay attention to the village chief and township head.

There are more than a dozen military households in Zhaojiazhuang, and they usually do all kinds of bad things.

Zhao Dazhuang is only twenty years old, and I fought with him when I was a child, and now, his children are running all over the ground, and I heard that he has also cuckolded many villagers.

Zhao Dazhuang led people over and shouted: "What are you doing!" ”

He smiled and walked into the crowd. The black boots stepped into the muddy water and splashed on other people's pants, and the leather boots lifted up again, splashing themselves with mud.

He shoved away the passers-by with a punch, kicked over a bucket of milk, picked up a scoop from another bucket of milk, and drank it open.

The white liquid ran down the corners of his mouth, over his sparse beard, over his yellow uniform, and finally on the snow. The snow immediately dented, and hot air bubbled out.

He said, "It's not sweet at all. ”

He looked at Zhao Dakuo and said, "Hey, the cow raiser, go get me sugar." ”

White sugar is a very expensive luxury ornament, made of beets, first boiled into black jaber, and then purified into white refined sugar, the process is complicated, it is simply a gold pan in the sand. I don't understand that it's all about eating anyway, why do you want to be so delicate, and what you eat isn't the same. I haven't eaten sugar.

Zhao Dakuo said in a panic: "Brother Zhuang, okay." "I went to his house with a cigarette.

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No one spoke.

Zhao Dazhuang squinted at us, and then his eyes straightened.

He pointed to the dog and ignored it: "Who is this girl, why haven't you been paying attention?" ”

He walked towards her.

Gou Yu'er stood in the middle of them, facing Zhao Dazhuang, and behind him was Gou Buzhi.

His sister tugged at the corner of her brother's coat in fear.

Dog leftover: "My sister." ”

Zhao Dazhuang: "I'll see what's wrong." ”

He reached out and put his hand over the dog's shoulder, touching the dog's face.

The dog leftover stepped back and blocked Zhao Dazhuang.

Zhao Dazhuang couldn't touch his sister, so he was so angry that he grabbed the neck of the dog Yu'er.

At this time, Zhao Dakuo came back.

He said, "Brother Zhuang, the sugar is here, you see." ”

Zhao Dazhuang ignored Zhao Dakuo and grabbed the dog leftover to beat him.

Zhao Dakuo said again: "But I can't give it to you, because it's too expensive, and we still have to use it for the New Year." ”

Zhao Dazhuang turned his head: "What are you talking about?" ”

Zhao Dakuo: "This is our family's white sugar, we have to make snacks for Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

Zhao Dazhuang: "Don't talk nonsense, give it to me." ”

Zhao Dakuo: "I won't give it, and I won't give it to you if I throw it away." After speaking, he directly poured out a jar of sugar! White-rustling sugar is piled on the snow and floats on it.

"Are you stupid?" Zhao Dazhuang punched Zhao Dakuo's nose, and the blood immediately spurted out, sprayed underneath, fell on the sugar, stuck together, and rolled together.

It's over, and all the best sugar is wasted.

He grabbed Zhao Dakuo and had to fight.

Our men tried to persuade us, but their men stopped us.

It's my turn! I'm going to do it! Who makes me the smartest and most responsible?

I said, "Ah, look, Zhao Dakuo, your father and the village chief have come back from dinner." ”

Dakuo's family is rich, and the village chief's family has the right, even if Zhao Dazhuang and his father have to give them face, not to mention Zhao Dazhuang's little cub!

Zhao Dakuo immediately shouted outside the courtyard: "Zhao Sanye, Dad, come and see!" ”

Zhao Dazhuang said in a panic: "Where is it? He didn't care if he saw it or not, he just walked away quickly.

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I sighed and said, "The little soldier cub is getting more and more fierce, and no one cares about it." ”

I caught a glimpse of the dog giving me a plaintive glance.

So everyone dispersed.

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I went home.

In the New Year, our family was not lively at all in the lively village, only two people sat in a lonely house. My family is a single ancestor lineage, and my mother died early.

I had nothing to do, I was bored, so I had nothing to say. Fortunately, Dad's wine is gone, and the sober Dad is still very good at talking, although it is all nonsense.

Dad said to be content, I said contentment, our family is so unlucky.

Dad said that we were lucky to pass alone, and I said that if our family was lucky, we would have so many children like other families that we had to give them away.

Dad said that we are the only seedlings because of our special industry, I said that we can't give birth to children because the smell kills the sperm and eggs, and the smell makes the baby die, by the way, and the mother, she must have died of illness because of this.

For my mother, I only remember one name, only a vague figure and a vague voice, and I can't even be sure if it's a dream or reality.

My mother died when I was ten years old - strangely, I remember everything very clearly, but I can't remember this very well......

Speaking of this, there was a sudden silence around the surroundings, especially in the joyful moments of the sound of firecrackers.

When my father heard me mention my mother, he was silent.

Suddenly, there was an uproar, like firecrackers thrown into a powder magazine.

I think of a phrase - "The wind rises and blows a pool of water." "My heart couldn't be at peace anymore.

Zhao Sanye's youngest son, Dongfang Rong, has returned home - to be precise, he has returned home.