The exact time when Lu San killed his daughter-in-law Xiao'e was the night he bumped into Bai Xiaowen in the trench. The moment Lu San looked at Bai Xiaowen, who was dying and struggling, a flash of lightning suddenly crackled in his head, revealing the ancestral shuttle dart. He was not surprised when he looked at Xiaowen lying in the moat with a hammer in his hand, he celebrated his birth, watched him grow up, and watched him steadily walk to the supreme position of Bailu Village, becoming a patriarch who was both knowledgeable and knew etiquette and dignified; I watched him slip down step by step, first kicking the ground, then selling the house, then pulling up the jujube stick, begging along the door, so that today he was reduced to a trench and sat waiting for the wild dogs to be dismembered. Lu San witnessed the whole set of a ruined son's life course for a short time, and once again verified the inability to offend his life rules; Heiwa was the first person who did not listen to his advice and offended his life creed, and the consequences were in the eyes of the people of Bailu Village long before Xiaowen. The direct cause of Heiwa and Xiaowen's depravity is that she is a woman, and it is the same woman, and the disaster she brought to him and his respected Bai Jiaxuan two families is unbearable. Lu San said to Xiaowen at that time, "You go to grab the house", not to give him a way out, but out of a kind of contempt and ridicule.

Lusan is to pull the loess from the moat for the whole day, and the dry weather makes the loess dry from the surface to the bottom of the moat, and it is directly poured into the earthen house for storage without drying. After dark, he sat down at the dining table and ate dinner as usual, and Jiaxuan didn't say anything, just said "You eat slowly, I'll go" and walked out of the yard. He got into his horse, added a trough of fodder to the only remaining red horse, and went home with his hands on his back.

When Lu San walked into his yard, the woman heard footsteps on the kang of the Xiawu and asked, "You're back." Wait a minute. I'll open the door for you. Lu Sanli said in the courtyard, "I won't go in if you open the door." The woman said no more. Lu San pushed open the wall of the house where the miscellaneous farm tools were stored, felt the smooth handle of the shuttle, and in the hazy moonlight, he cushioned the shuttle on the threshold, and used the axe to remove the tip of the shuttle. The dinging sound attracted the woman's inquiry: "What are you smashing with black hemp?" Lu San said, "You sleep your sleep!"

Lu San returned to the horse, brought the grinding stone in from the side of the pier, supported it on the empty footland between the earthen kang and the trough gang, reflexively closed the wooden door of the horse, scooped water with a scoop, supported it on a depression in the footground, and then sat on the wooden horse frame, dipped in the water and sharpened the steel blade of the shuttle. The long-used shuttle blade was rusty and mottled, and the red rust faded on the groove surface of the grinding stone, and in the grinding sound, the steel blade showed a bright and faint cold light in the oil lamp. He tried the blade with the thumb of his left hand, and it was still a little dull, so he went to mix another trough of grass for the red horse, and sat down to continue grinding, his mind very calm, very focused, and very single. The fourth time he lifted the thumb of his left hand to test the blade, he felt the ideal effect on the steel blade, just like the usual feeling of sharpening the blade of the knife before cutting grass and the blade of the sickle before cutting wheat, and then wiped the water on the steel blade with a rotten cloth, pressed it under the quilt, lit a pot of dry tobacco, sat on the edge of the kang, stepped on the ground of the foot under the kang with one foot, stepped on the edge of the kang with the other, hooked the arched knee with the left hand, and grabbed the cigarette pouch rod with a ruler with the right hand, and sat like a statue. He waited for the rooster to crow for the night to be quiet so as not to bump into acquaintances, as quiet as in the past when he had to walk a long way and start a rooster crow. His composure is nothing less than simple-mindedness, mainly due to his conviction and worship of his own life creed. He knocked off two pots of black cigarette ash in a row and put it into the cigarette powder, floating in the smoke, suddenly remembered the scene of "Jiaonong" that year, in the courtyard of Sanguan Temple, he jumped up in the face of the noisy and chaotic scene of the dragons without a leader: "I count one!" He led everyone into the county government and was tied up and thrown into prison by Wuhuada, without regret or fear. Lu San said in his heart: I am going to do the second major event in my life, to kill a ** to remove a scourge.

The rooster's crow was dull and sluggish, and the rooster seemed to have dry straw stuffed in its neck. Lu San knocked off the cigarette ash, put the cigarette pouch under the blue belt around his waist, pinned the shiny shuttle dart steel blade wrapped in rotten cloth behind his waist, blew out the oil lamp, walked out of the horse horn, closed the door panel, and went out of the wooden fence gate of the circle, and then turned around to close the double fence gate, buckled the chain buckle, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the village lane of Bailu Village. The moon had sunk, and the village alleys were dark.

Lu San walked through the village alley with his hands behind his back, and stepped on the slow ramp when he left the village, the trees were sparse and the light was brighter, and he stepped on the flat field of the kiln courtyard, and couldn't stop his heartbeat. Since Heiwa and this unknown woman were kicked out of the house by him and lived in this hole, Lu San has never patronized this filthy kiln courtyard, and would rather detour two or three miles more than avoid the slow ramp in front of the kiln courtyard. He steadily suppressed the beating in his chest for a while, and walked to the door of the kiln, where the iron chain hung down, and the door was stuck from the inside, and there was no doubt that the person was in the kiln. When he raised his hand and knocked on the door, his heart, which had just been steady, jumped again; With a slight hesitation, he slammed on the wooden door; After this slap, my heart was calm and not beating. "Who?" Xiao'e's sticky voice came from the cave. Lu San continued to slap the door panel and did not speak. "Oh, where are you going to go these days?" Xiao'e's voice became angry when she smoothed out, she guessed that Xiaowen was coming, "If you are in a hurry, you knock on me, I will get off the kang and open the door!" The three scalps of the deer were blazing, gritting their teeth and holding their breath to stand on the side of the door. With a sliding sound of the door latch, Lu Sanyi pushed open the wooden door panel. Xiao'e was violently bumped by the door panel, and scolded angrily: "Are you crazy when you were stabbed? Open the door and drum it up!" Lu San stepped into the door of the kiln, pushed the door panel with his hand, and scolded: "Quietly! Shut your foul mouth and say goodbye. "Oh yo mom!" Xiao'e was so frightened that she shrunk into a ball, hugged the ** on her chest with her arms, squatted down along the kang wall, covered her naked abdomen with her upper body, and complained sadly, "What are you doing?" Lu San looked at the lump of white meat shrunk under the root of the kang wall, and said, "Go to the kang and put on your clothes, I have something to say." ”

Xiao'e trembled and straightened up timidly from under the root of the kang wall, turned around, raised her right leg and put it on the edge of the kang, her left leg just stilted up, and her back was facing Lu San. Lu San pulled out the steel blade of the shuttle dart from his back waist, brushed off the wrapped rags, and stabbed at Xiao'e's back heart, judging from the feel, the tip of the knife had penetrated the ribs. At that moment, Xiao'e suddenly turned her head, supported the edge of the kang with both hands, and exclaimed in surprise and poignantly: "Ah...... ......"Lu San saw two scorching lights in the darkness in front of her, which were her eyes that suddenly flashed; He stared at the two beams of light (you can't turn your face away from the dead, you have to keep watching, and the ghost will flee when it is frightened), and the two lights fade until they disappear. She fell to the edge of the kang, her stilted left leg falling down and hanging down to the edge of the kang, one arm pressed under her, and the other arm grabbed and pounced forward. Lu San only pulled out the steel blade of the shuttle dart at this time, and the sealed blood gushed out from the front chest and back of the heart, and no sound could be heard in the kiln. He picked up the rotten cloth from the ground, wrapped the steel blade of the pike dart again, went out of the door, pulled the door panel, locked the cage-shaped iron lock, and went out of the kiln yard, down the slow slope, and into the village alley where the walls and trees shaded the starlight, and the rooster had just crowed twice.

The most ** woman in Bailu Village and even the entire Bailu Plain ended her life with such an ending, until her ** rotted in the cave and emitted a stench, Bai Xiaowu led the people surnamed Bailu to dig a cliff and put soil to seal the cave, except for the curse is spitting, no one in the whole village said a good word about this woman. Lu San accomplished this feat that everyone was known for, but fell into depression. The melancholy began when he returned to the horse, and he stuffed the steel blade of the shuttle dart and the rotten cloth wrapped in blood into the hole under the kang untouched, and buried it with thick ashes, in case the government came to inquire one day, and he was ready to hand himself over with the murder weapon. After hiding the murder weapon, when Lu San took out a handful of water from the water tank and rubbed the blood stains on his hands, he saw a pair of surprised and sad eyes in the water tank, which were clearly the eyes that Xiao'e turned back when she was killed on her back; Strangely, "Ah......hh Big ......" sound. When Lu San looked and listened carefully, there was nothing in the water tank, only the snoring of the red horse in the horse horn. He didn't care that he thought it was dazzling, and after he opened the quilt and lay down, he heard the sound of Xiao'e calling him loud when he was dying, but he didn't reproduce those eyes. From then on, that voice may have sounded in his ears at any hour, sometimes he was eating, sometimes he was concentrating on shouting for the car, sometimes he was happily listening to the laughter and gossip of others, when the cry of "big" suddenly came out, and he suddenly lost his appetite and lost his interest in listening to jokes, and fell into an inextricable melancholy...... It wasn't until Heiwa grabbed Bai Jiaxuan's neck and wanted to die that Lu San threw the bloody and dried pike dart steel blade hidden in the kang cave at his son's feet, and the melancholy in his heart was relieved......

After Heiwa left angrily, Bai Wu's fairy grass cried, and he fell to the ground and kowtowed to Lu San: "Third brother, if it weren't for you, his father would be dead today...... Why don't you two hurry up and kowtow to you!" Xiaowu and Xiaoyi plopped and knelt down together. Lu San hurriedly pulled the three of them up, and said to Bai Jiaxuan, who was sitting on the Taishi's chair, "This time, I have done everything to the tower of our grandfather...... It's none of your business. Don't kowtow to me, mother and son. With that, he turned and walked out the door. Bai Jiaxuan didn't say a word and didn't keep Lu San, and said to Xiancao: "Hurry up and get two snacks, I want to drink!"

Xiancao and Xiaowu's daughter-in-law and second sister quickly fried four dishes, a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of cold cucumber shreds, a plate of dried mushrooms, a plate of smoked pork, the first two dishes are the mountain goods brought by the mother's brother when he came not long ago, the smoked hind rump pork is usually hidden in the ground, and when the birthday of his mother Bai Zhao or important relatives come to the house, he uses a knife to cut off a thin lock, which is the highest level of enjoyment in the starvation years. Bai Jiaxuan personally went to the horse to invite Lu San. Lu San had just laid down, smoking on his side with his eyes open, when he heard a knock on the door and went to open the door. Bai Jiaxuan was afraid that Lu San would not say anything about drinking, but only said that there were a few important words that he had to drive back to the courtyard and then go to the courtyard before he could speak. Lu San'er put on his shirt and left without saying a word, entered the courtyard of the courtyard, and stopped when he saw the plate cup on the square table in the Ming Hall of the upper room: "Jiaxuan, what are you doing?" You're too out-of-the-box, I'm ......" Bai Jiaxuan bent his waist and raised his head and said, "Don't you want to hear what I said to you?" What is the ...... He must sip wine and say. ”

The four of them sat down around the square table, Xiaowu poured wine into each cup, Bai Jiaxuan stood up with his waist bent, and just opened his mouth to call "Third Brother", suddenly burst into tears and couldn't hold back. Lu San looked sideways in surprise, not knowing what to say. Xiaowu Xiaoyi also sat silently. Xiancao bowed her head and wept on the side. Bai Jiaxuan puffed up a lot of strength before he said a sentence: "Third brother, wow, count how much trouble I have suffered?" The four people in the audience bowed their heads and sighed together. Xiaowu Xiaoyi has never seen his father cry uncomfortably. Xiancao has been with her husband for half her life, and it is difficult to see her husband once worried and confused, let alone crying loudly. Lu San had only seen Jiaxuan cry when his old master passed away, and later the Bai family experienced seven disasters and eight tribulations, but Bai Jiaxuan became harder and harder. Bai Jiaxuan said: "My heart is also fleshy......" said and cried so much that he turned his throat, and the wine in his hand spilled out of the wine cup. The fairy grass stood beside him, covering his face with his hands and sobbing. Hyo-mu was also sad. Xiaoyi couldn't taste anything more, and sat with his head bored. Lu San couldn't help but feel sour in his nose and blurred his eyes. Bai Jiaxuan said: "Let's do this cup first!" Then he said: "I have something to say to Xiaowu Xiaoyi, third brother, you accompany me." I want to recite the old scriptures of that money box to future generations......"

This is a long-standing story of the Bai family. Although it is unremarkable, it is respected as a family rule, and it is passed on to the next generation by the head of the family in a serious manner, especially the new head of the family who is about to take over. It was a locust wooden box with only an entrance and no exit, and the workmanship was rough, and it could not be displayed or viewed. Pushed up by Bai Jiaxuan about six generations of ancestors, the successor head of the family became a ruined son with all kinds of poisons during the three-year filial piety period, and kicked out the land, livestock and houses before the filial piety period expired, and squandered the dowry of the two younger sisters. The mother was so angry that she couldn't afford to buy a coffin or wear three shrouds, so she only bought two reed mats and buried them. This shameless loser actually bragged cheekily and said: "No matter how rich the people in Bailu Village are, no matter how big the wealth is, I haven't seen anyone put a double fang for his ancestors, right?" I used a double layer of longevity for my mother...... "The villagers were right when they thought about it, and the two reed mats were wrapped in double layers...... replied to him with a smooth sentence: The boss of the Bai family buried his father, how big the trouble can be; The boss of the Bai family buries his mother, and he can be blind. This loser led his wife and children out to ask for food, and never came back. The second child, who personally experienced the painful process of pulling out the pot and pouring the stove, silently went to cut the grass and carry water to mix a bowl of rice for some well-to-do families in the village, and accepted a bowl of porridge and a bun from the villagers and neighbors when he had nothing to do. When this silent child grew up, he got a wooden model and a stone hammer to beat adobe, went out early and returned at night, and almost lost the opportunity to meet the villagers. He never visited the house, let alone wandered around, and on rainy days he lay down in the stove room where he could only stay, and someone found him studying. This stove house was the result of the intervention of the enraged clansmen and the people of the near door, and the boss of the ruined family left this stove house unsold, so that he had a foothold.

He found a board of locust wood, borrowed a carpenter's saw, planer, and chisel, and cut it into a small wooden box, on which a slit the width of the chopstick's head was carved, and the whole six sides of the box were embedded with wooden sockets. He came back every night, stuffed the copper and hemp money he had earned from the adobe beating into the cracks, and slept on the pillow. Three years later, he used a chisel to remove the bottom of the box, counted a bunch of copper dollars and hemp coins, and bought back one acre of one cent and two cents of water land at once, which was a piece of heaven-shaped land. The people of Bailu Village only widened their eyes at this time, looking at the wisps of ragged pants on the second child who was tantamount to a dumb man. The next year, he steamed the first new wheat harvested from the land he bought into snow-white steamed buns, and sent two to every household in Bailu Village, repaying them for the gift of his desperate childhood. At that time, every time this child received a bowl of porridge and a bun, he carved the name of the giver on the earthen wall of the stove house, such as five mothers-in-law, three aunts, seven sisters-in-law, two aunts and four sisters, and so on. When he was already an adult, he resolutely broke through the original intention of keeping accounts, and gave two steamed buns to every family in his hometown, whether they had given him alms at that time or not, and the result was that those who had not given him alms were even more moved and even ashamed. In another two years, he pried open the bottom of the box again and built two houses on the half of the village base that his ancestors had left him. In another year, he married himself a daughter-in-law...... There is no need to repeat what happened later, but some of the quirks of this second child himself have been circulated. The day after he married his daughter-in-law, he returned to his father-in-law's house, and as soon as he entered the door, he took off his new clothes and put on his old ragged shirt and trousers, and his broken heels. The daughter-in-law said, "You still wear this-" The second child said, "What's the matter?" It's called gold not changing. Until his death, even though the land and livestock and houses had developed to the extent they were before his brother's defeat, the half of the village that had been sold was redeemed for three times the original price, and three rooms were built as he wished, and he was still dressed in patched clothes and trousers. The people of Bailuyuan started because of him, and called the patch "gold does not change". The story of the boss of the Bai family and the second son of the Bai family who made a fortune was finally condensed into a wooden box with imports and no exports, which was chewed and tasted by the rich and poor farmers from generation to generation in the villages, and was enriched and passed on to their descendants, becoming a classic local teaching material that was unattainable in the original......

"I think our family is only one step away from making trouble to the point of reusing wooden boxes!" Bai Jiaxuan drank a few glasses of wine and sighed, "Let's see if Xiaowen is the boss of the loser?" Ha, strange Taoists said that in each family's grave, there are a few wilted ghosts and devils who come up and down, and they are reincarnated! Maybe a generation of ghosts who turn into a loser should be defeated! Is Hyowen one? Be! It's just that I'm still alive and Xiaowu has grown up, so I didn't kick him to that point...... I kicked him out, and you (staring at the fairy grass) still complained about my hard heart, complained that I didn't give him a bucket and a half, was I stingy? Zhou Ji also has to be a good person like Zhou Ji, like his loser, he starved to death and made people's eyes clear...... Hyowu Wow! I'll give you this box tonight, and of course you don't need to save money with it, and you won't be fascinated by it if you look at it often. ”