4. The savior of the flood

A son fell from the sky, which made the second fool excited. He hugged the child tightly, and the smoky smell of wine exhaled from his mouth made the child very uncomfortable and kept moving.

He returned to his so-called home. His home is on the far edge of the village, surrounded on three sides by a small courtyard fenced with bamboo. The courtyard wall has long been damaged by the wind and rain, and there is only a thatched house inside, which was built by the father of the second fool, and he has not repaired it after his father starved to death due to famine that year.

The hut was only a little taller than a man, the walls were made of bare stones, and the roof was made of reeds, which had been glued together with the muddy water for a long time, and had rotted into a layer of black mud, and was pitted with dry grass. The windows were made of stone strips, and rags hung on them to protect them from the wind and rain, and the doors of the houses made of tree branches were blown open by the wind.

There is no need to lock this house, and there is a clay kang against the gable, on which a layer of thatch is plopped, which is considered Simmons. Not to mention the sheets, just a broken mat on top, it is spring, summer, autumn and winter. There's a black hole on the mat, and you can say it's a quilt, or you can say it's a piece of, after all, it smells about the same.

There is also an earthen stove at home, a broken pot, and a few broken bowls picked up on the street.

A few elm trees were planted in front of the house and behind the house, and when the green and yellow crops were not harvested, some could be picked to satisfy hunger. Under the tree, there is a stone mill, which is also the property inherited by the second fool, and the grinding disc has been polished to a thin and smooth surface, and children of several years old can push it, and it is not of practical use. That's all the two fools' belongings.

When the boy came back, he kept crying, and he thought that he was hungry. He put the child on the kang, hurriedly lit the fire, and burned the room a little hotter, and then took out a steamed bun from his arms, which he had just taken from Master Mei's house, and which he had planned to serve as breakfast tomorrow. But after a little hesitation, let's give it to the child.

He used boiling water to melt the steamed buns, and used his pair of black chopsticks to dip the children in the steamed bun soup little by little. That kid was born with the ability to survive, and he ate a lot of small mouths, and fell asleep while eating.

The second fool looked at the child as if it had been given birth to a big yellow dog in the village. He likes to play with dogs when he's fine, because few people take care of him except dogs. He likes to watch dogs eat, he likes to see male and female dogs sticking together, and he goes to find a stick to wreak havoc, and even if he lifts it up, he can't separate them. His performance often makes the people in the village very happy, especially those big girls and little daughters-in-law, who are smiling and leaning back, which makes the second fool feel a sense of accomplishment.

The second fool thought to himself, either call this child Dog Bao, but it really can't be done, and tomorrow he will take it to the big yellow dog and feed with the puppy. But when I think about it, I am a fool, and I can't call my son a fool.

The next day, the second fool went to Father Yang to find something to eat. In his eyes, the priest is God. Sometimes, when the priest gives him food, he just wants to call his father, and if he shouts that there is food every day, he will shout every day, and everyone is like this. People have no dignity in the face of hunger.

This foreign priest came out of nowhere, with blond hair, a hooked nose, and pigeon eyes, whiter than white turnips, and a little red. In normal times, the people in the village may think that it is a youkai. But the year the priest came happened to be the year of the great calamity, and everyone was surprised.

No one expected a devastating flood that fell from the sky, and the mudslide that washed down from the mountains buried several families, and the food they had worked so hard to grow was in vain.

The villagers gathered at the door of Mr. Mei's house, some carrying baskets, some holding cloth bags, and some holding pots, all of them looked like they hadn't eaten for more than ten days, and their eyes were on fire, eager to eat everyone.

"Young owner, I'm going to starve to death, okay"

"Young owner, give me some life-saving food."

The housekeeper of the Mei Mansion spoke: "Don't be like this, people must have a conscience, for two years, who has the owner received a grain of rent?" How can there be food without rent? Our family is running out of food. ”

When the butler said this, the crowd fell silent. Choking and sighing followed. People began to walk towards the river.

This small Wangzhuang is in a mountain col, over the mountain is the sea, there is a river in front of the mountain, called Qinglong River, usually the water is not deep, because of the flooding, it is a lot deeper, you can go by boat. But there were big rocks in the river, and the water rushed up to splash huge waves, not to mention the boats, and the boatmen were extremely careful.

When Father Yang got off the boat, everyone was a little frightened, and the eagle with a hooked nose and blue eyes was as white as impermanence, and they all made way for him, but they couldn't help but hold their bowls up to him.

The priest went all the way, throwing a small amount of money all the way, throwing out a handful of copper plates, and people grabbed and grabbed them, like hungry dogs.

The priest was horrified by what he saw, many of the hungry people were already starving beyond human shape, but a bunch of bones wrapped in a skin bag, wrapped in a few strips of rags, or more appropriately described as a bamboo pole. The shriveled skin shows severe malnutrition, and the shriveled mouth shows a row of yellow teeth.

Father Yang also lost a few pieces of the ocean, and the hungry people excitedly called their father and ancestor, and people were so hungry that they couldn't call people anymore.

The priest threw the two loaves of bread he had brought with him to the hungry people, who tore the bread to pieces in the process of scrambling, and some of them simply knelt on the ground and licked it. The priest took a few steps back in fear, thinking that the hungry ghosts had probably thrown him into the pot and cooked him. After all, in this village, there is no second white and fat person.

Fortunately, the priest was accompanied by several people from the government, and they all held bright knives in their hands, so everyone did not dare to make a mistake, this iron guy was not a joke. Originally, the priest was going to hire porters, but the hungry people swarmed up, carrying the boxes and leaving. The victims were very sensible and hardworking, and soon moved their things to the village.

The priest was very happy and laughed so loudly that it shook the tiles off the house.

He announced that he would build a small church, and then all the victims would have steamed buns to eat every day as long as they helped with the work. This is really great news, and many people faint on the spot with excitement.

The priest seemed to have endless energy, and there was nothing he could not do, so he quickly chose the location of the church, and then asked the hungry people to build two large cauldrons next to the construction site, stew pot after pot of rice, steam basket after basket of steamed buns, and cook pot after pot of choi. In the past, poon choi was not as particular as it is now, that is, some fatty pork was put in, and then various vegetables were thrown in and boiled into a hodgepodge. The priest also specially invited the village cadres to maintain order, and the hungry people were all full of oil and smiling.

The priest was not used to Tangshan food, and the villagers laughed so hard that their stomachs hurt when they saw his clumsiness with chopsticks. Mr. Mei brought the only surviving buffalo in his family, which had just laid a cub and could be milked for him to drink, and he also picked wild fruits from the mountains for him to eat.

The priest was a very easy-going man, he often took the bunches of grapes given to him by the villagers, he grabbed the grapes and threw them into the sky, and then very funny to catch them with his mouth, and he was able to catch them every time, which made the second fool admire.

Don't know why? The priest was particularly fond of the second fool, and perhaps he felt that a person without a heart was more reliable. The priest got along well with the second fool, and he often joked about the second fool's nickname, and when he saw him, he first plucked his ears as a greeting. The second fool was not polite, and twisted his big nose with two fingers.

The priest learns Chinese, jumping out word by word, and when you hear that you don't know what he's talking about, it's harder than learning to call birds. Foreigners' tongues love to tie knots, probably because they are too big, they are different everywhere, and they are big everywhere.

The priest also loves to bathe, and the second fool took him to the river to swim and catch fish, when the flood came, there were many fish, and the two fools caught one accurately, and the villagers watching next to him watched with relish. Father Yang refused to take off his trousers, pulled his trouser legs, his body was covered in mud and water, yelling, happy like a big boy.

In the winter, it became a problem for him to take a bath. The Mei family contributed their own large bathtub. People in the village said that every time Mr. Mei took a bath, he had to wash with three women, one helped him rub his back, one helped him wash his hair, and the other did whatever he wanted.

The priest used this large bathtub just right, and he sat in it with half of his body exposed, and his thick chest hair was very piercing. In order to bathe him, the second fool suffered a big sin, and each time he picked up fifteen loads of water, and burned countless firewood.

The second fool couldn't understand why the priest loved bathing so much, he never bathed in winter. He was thinking, the priest just recites a sutra and says a sermon every day, and he doesn't sweat, what is he washing? He's so white, won't he lose his skin if he washes more?

While the priest was bathing, the second fool waited beside him, and saw him half-lying in the basin, his eyes closed, and his huge head floating on the hot water, as if in a dream.

The second fool helped him rub his back and help him add water, and it was the first time he saw such wide shoulders with two wide meat bands bulging up his spine. He thought that if he was a woman, he would marry a priest and make a lot of trouble every day. He asked the priest to find a good feeling of being half drunk in the warm and slightly hot water.

The priest enjoyed the bath very much, and sometimes, he asked the second fool to put a pot of wine next to him, and he drank it with the second fool, which was even more perfect.

It takes an hour or two for the priest to baptize, and the two fools sometimes have to doze off. I only heard a loud noise, the priest stood up, and the second fool was startled, what is the difference between this hair and a monkey?

The second fool hurriedly brought the priest's boat-sized shoes, and then wiped the water on his body, and sometimes he wiped off the hair on the priest's body, and under the illumination of the lamp, it emitted a faint golden light. The second fool thought to himself, if he poured these hairs into the water and scooped them down, would he find gold? It turned out that there was no fart. He burned the hair under the fire, and it still smelled of burning, no different from that of the villagers.

After taking a shower, the priest likes to sit and smoke a cigar. This cigarette was much stronger than a hookah, and the second fool took a few puffs and choked and coughed. Then, he gave the second fool something good.

The second fool watched as the priest took out a small jar, which had a strange smell, like stinky tofu skin. The priest said it was cheese, it was delicious and nutritious.

The second fool didn't know what nutrition was, but he thought that since it was made of milk, it must be a good thing, one bite at a time, and he didn't taste anything at all, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.

In short, after the priest came, the life of the second fool was much better. He was also baptized and became a foreign religion, and he consulted with the priest whether he could not pour water on his head and be baptized, but simply plunged into the river to wash away the mud and sins from his body and become a new person.

The priest agreed, and went down to the river with him to bathe, saving a lot of firewood and hot water. We should all give them a thumbs up for their environmental initiatives.

Even the kiln sisters in Qinglong Town began to look down on the two fools. One day, there was a bewitching sister, in her thirties, who grabbed the sleeve of the second fool and didn't let him go, and said intimately: "Brother fool, come in and have a cup of tea, make you the most tender cup!" ”

The second fool's face turned red, and the small tent was about to be propped up, but his confidence was insufficient: "How can I have money, I haven't eaten the last meal"

Sister Yao said: "You don't have money, Lord Yang has money, I'll give you a discount, two people only pay one money, and the old lady will let you play for nothing."

But the second fool laughed at the street, and he replied, "But I won't!" ”

He's telling the truth!

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