The town of Tianjiapu was immersed in deep sorrow, and the spirit of the people of Tianjiapu completely collapsed in one day. Their glory and dreams, their pride and self-confidence, their happiness and joy all vanished with an explosion. More than a thousand living men suddenly disappeared and disappeared, which was no less than the sky falling for the women of Tianjiapu! Men are the heavens above women's heads, and even though there are storms, thunder, and dark clouds in this sky, and even though there is no permanent clarity in this sky, this is their heaven, and they can't live without it! They have to live and multiply under their own sky, which no one else can replace! They know that these living men who belong to them are the foundation of the existence of the town and the pillars of maintaining the order of life in the fields. The disappearance of the men means the decline of Tianjiapu!

The men of Tianjiapu belong to them, and at the same time, they also belong to the mines. After the Dahua Company opened a mine here, the men here were more or less directly or indirectly connected with the mine. The landless villagers of the Hu and Tian families in the town were the first to throw themselves into the arms of the mines, and like the foreign guest kilns, they carried coal picks under their arms, wicker hats on their heads, and miner's lamps in their hands, and went to the deep strata to look for their red sorghum and golden corn. Their eyes are shining, their hearts are crazy, they are all dreaming of a hot dream, they all dream that one day they can dig out piles of old oceans from the deep underground and use them to buy land. Later, the landed villagers also went down to the kiln one after another - there is nothing to do when the farm is slack, and they can't eat at home for nothing. There are also some rich, powerful and well-known people who dare not go to the kiln to play with their lives, and they want to change their methods to make some money, so they also set up a big cabinet with the miners and technicians of Dahua Company......

At the beginning, the people who went down to the kiln were looked down upon, and the old generation of Tianjiapu people who had land all called the kiln workers "kiln flowers". They stubbornly believe that if you want to go to a high place in life, you will be an official; If you go to a rich place, you will do business; If you go to the real place, you will farm the land; Going down to the kiln to plow coal is by no means the right way. Tian Er thinks so, he has always not advocated that the villagers surnamed Tian go to the kiln to plow coal, however, the second master Tian can't control the hungry belly of the villagers surnamed Tian, and the villagers want to go down to the kiln to plow coal for the sake of the belly, and the second master can't stop it.

If you can't stop it, the second master won't stop it. Later, the second master's own distant brother Tian Dongqin also chartered a big cabinet in the company to recruit villagers surnamed Tian to go to the kiln!

The villagers who went down to the kiln did not leave the ground under their feet. They go down to the kiln to plow coal, in the final analysis, for the land. Since a few gentlemen in the town have worked under the kiln for a few years and placed a few acres of thin land, they feel that they have a head! They also think they're going to succeed – even if it's three, five, ten, eight years, they'll be able to dig out their land! In life, you can't live without land! Those Hakka kiln people from Shandong, Henan, and northern Anhui don't seem to have any plans to dig 10,000-year-old piles in Tianjiapu. If nothing else, just look at their broken grass huts and rotten thatched huts to get a rough idea. They also want to pull some money from the coal seam under the Tianjiapu mine, and then go back to their hometown to build a house and buy land!

On the boundary street of Tianjiapu Town, the potters and villagers are indistinguishable, and the men on the street are both potters and villagers. When the farm is busy, they all belong to the land—their own or someone else's land; When the farm is not working, they all belong to the mines. Land and mines are the things that the men of Tianjiapu rely on: land is the foundation, the mine is hope, and hope exists for the fundamental. They don't love the mines, they don't regard kilns as their lifelong career, they just want to use the monster of the mine to get what they want. Day by day, month by month, year by year, they are tethered to the derrick, they are buried in the pit, and they always pin their hopes on tomorrow: tomorrow will be better than today.

One by one, tomorrow passed, and one hope was dashed. Their spirits gradually became numb, like donkeys on the millway, walking in circles over and over again, forgetting their original dreams little by little......

Suddenly there was an explosion, and suddenly more than a thousand partners were swallowed up by the mine, and the men of Tianjiapu woke up, and then they realized that something unreasonable had happened. They had a feeling of being deceived, and their stubborn lives suddenly became restless, and they thought in unison that they had to settle accounts with the evil mine in front of them!

They will shout with their voices raised and their mouths wide open, and they will vent their hatred, their resentment, and their grievances—for the potters who have died, and for their own miserable fate and irretrievable despair!

On the square of the official building, the men of Tianjiapu were ready to make trouble, they were not afraid of those soldiers, they had also fought in the past! But Second Master Tian and Master Hu Gongye didn't let them make trouble, so they had no choice but to go back. They are waiting for Master Tian Er and Hu Gongye to negotiate with the bastards of the company, once the negotiation can't be done, they have to fight, and they have to destroy this damn company!

Mournful and desperate cries began on the night of the disaster on May 21 and filled every thatched hut and straw hut on both sides of the boundary street in Tianjiapu Town. The women of Tianjiapu cried hoarsely, their eyes swollen with crying, and they cried to the point that they wanted to cry without tears, and on May 22, there was almost a whole day of cooking smoke in Tianjiapu Town, and most of the grief-stricken Tianjiapu people forgot their hungry belly, forgot the passage of time, and forgot many, many things that should not be forgotten. On the afternoon of the 22nd, there was a heavy rain in the entire Tianjiapu mining area, as if God was also saddened by the huge catastrophe in Tianjiapu, and poured tears from the sky to the world.

The children were crying too. The children's cries were induced by the women's cries, intermittently. They are too young to fully understand what this cataclysm will mean for their lives in the future. Their cries were just a response to the cries of the mothers, their eyes full of doubts, and there was a kind of confusion in their cries.

The men who survived the Tianjiapu showed great restraint and composure in front of the women. The vast majority of them didn't cry – they didn't have time to cry, they couldn't cry, they had many, so many things to do! They must do their best to save the workers who were killed, and they must rely on their own strength and efforts to stabilize the families that have been bombed one by one and maintain the basic order of life in Tianjiapu Town.

However, when the first rescue of the company and the official organization failed, many of them could not hold their breath. They began to stagger in the rainy alleys on both sides of Boundary Street and Boundary Street; A thunderous and heartfelt sigh filled every street and alley of Tianjiapu, and while sighing, tears also rolled down their faces......

The next day, Zhang Guixin's soldiers who drove to Tianjiapu Town intervened in the lives of Tianjiapu people. The soldiers who were ordered to be stationed in the town were a battalion of about five hundred men. Zhang Datou, the chairman of the town council, gave up an official house in the town and placed a battalion headquarters and 100 soldiers, and the rest were scattered in various kiln areas.

After the soldiers appeared in the kiln area, they more or less brought a little spiritual comfort to the people, and at the same time brought a ray of life to the lifeless Tianjiapu. The GIs wanted to eat, and the women of the Tianjiapu had to endure their grief and burn the stoves—the women believed that the GIs had come to save their men. They couldn't eat anything of their own, and they had to treat the GIs like real housewives. In particular, they were even more moved when they heard that five brothers who had been soldiers had lost their lives while going down the well to save people.

In this way, due to the intervention of the soldiers, on the morning of 23 May, the smoke of life appeared in the sky over the Tianjiapu kiln area.

In front of the great Yanma stood a soldier, tall, thin, and apparently about twenty-seven or eighteen years old; With a rectangular face, big eyes, and a high and straight nose, he looks quite cute. He didn't live in the Yanma family, he lived in the courtyard of the old eight families in the opposite gate, but he came here, and when he came, he stared at her with those beautiful eyes, and wanted to fetch water for her.

She didn't know if there was water in her tank, but she didn't. She never carried water, and it was always the dead old man who was buried in the well, and the water in the tank may be running out of water one day and one night.

Then let him pick!

She brought a shiny bamboo pick and two yellow-rusted iron buckets to the soldier, and with a bowel of her mouth, generously rewarded him with a chance to serve.

"Thank you, sister-in-law!"

A mocking smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She knows the psychology of these men thoroughly.

She is not bad, with big eyes, long eyelashes, white skin, and a very tall body, ** very large, quite hairy. Therefore, the people of Tianjiapu called her Yanma. What her real name is, except for herself and the dead old man, no one in Tianjiapu knows. She and her dead old man, both outsiders, had come from somewhere in the north. Some people say that they committed some kind of crime and ran here to take refuge from the wind; Some people also say that she was a **, but she was abducted here by the dead old man. Who knows!

But, one thing is known, she doesn't like her dead old man. She is also quite sassy and sassy, and dares to pick up pants for men with a group of girls, and ordinary men are not her opponents. The famous "murder knife" was picked up...... Later, it was rumored that she got along with the "murder knife".

It's true. She was so proud of it that the girls joked with her, and she didn't care. She once told people in private:

"You guys also come to check and try, they are the first knife in Tianjiapu!"

She didn't like her dead old man. She didn't hide this, she said that the dead old man's guy was useless, and she delayed her raising a son. But some people also say that if she doesn't raise her son, the responsibility lies with her - isn't she often with the "murder knife"? Why didn't you renew the incense?!

No one can say for sure. Her old man was afraid of her, and did not dare to speak; People on the outside can't tell the truth if they don't touch the truth. The days passed like this, and now, she is a thirty-eight-year-old girl.

She didn't look like she was thirty-eight years old. Among the dirty and sloppy ladies in the kiln area, she looks surprisingly young and beautiful. She was always dressed neatly and neatly, and from time to time she wore a cheongsam with silk and flowers. This cheongsam is perhaps the only one of its kind in the kiln area, and it has been the envy of the young women of the kiln area for several years.

The disaster of May 21 did not strike her fatally, and she did not have the unforgettable pain and sorrow of the ladies in the kiln area. At first, she even felt a sense of relief, she felt that the dead old man was gone, it was a gift of fate for her, and from then on, she could live freely. But when she heard that the "murder knife" was also buried under the kiln, she felt uncomfortable and began to pray for the "murder knife" over and over again in her heart.

She can't forget the "murder knife", she can't live without the "murder knife". This tough, tall man gave her everything she could want. She often recalled in broad daylight the masculine smell of tobacco that emanated from him, and thought of the intense and lasting pleasure he had brought her. She couldn't live without him. It was from him that she had experienced the true joy of life, a pleasure that the old man and other men could not bring her, only him!

When praying for the "murder knife", thoughts of self-blame often flashed in her mind, and she also scolded herself for being a vicious bad woman, and she also felt sorry for the dead old man, no matter what, the dead old man was still her husband, her God!

But for some reason, as soon as she saw the GI, she had a strange feeling, she felt that the face of the GI was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, but she had never seen it. The soldier was tall and good-looking, especially his eyes and nose, which were full of a kind of heterosexual seduction, and his beard also showed a vigorous male charm.

She could see something on his face as well......

She thought if he ......

No, no! This will not work! Her man was still buried under the kiln, and at such a time, she could not, and could not do such a thing anyway!

But what could she do for her man? She couldn't do anything. The fate of the men who went down to the kiln was not arranged by the women, but by the kiln gods. The women's tears and wails did not help them at all. So, why can't she use this GI to temporarily forget about this disaster, the "murder knife" and the dead old man?

She leaned against the low doorframe, her eyelids drooping, and she sank into a confused fantasy. At that moment she heard the heavy footsteps of the GI, which came closer and closer with the fierce beating of her heart, and then, before her eyes, a yellow light flashed, and she heard his gasp, and heard the "thud" of water pouring into the tank.

"Brother, take a break and wipe your sweat!"

The voice was soft and thin, with pretentiousness, as if it did not come from her mouth. She took out a piece of cloth tucked into her gown, gently and delicately pinched it between two fingers, and handed it to the GI.

When the soldier was flattered to pick up the cloth, he reached forward half a foot more and pinched her white shoulder.

She pretended not to know, leaned back slightly, the two big ** in the cloth trembled, and her face turned away.

The soldier immediately understood the profound meaning of this, looked at the people around, and tucked the cloth silk that wiped his face into the arms of the great Yanmar, and touched her **.

She pursed her lips and smiled, gave him a meaningful look, twisted her body, swung her seductive hips vigorously, and dodged into the semi-crypt-like room.

He immediately followed, and as soon as he entered, he reflexively closed the two door panels, and then hurriedly inserted the latches again.

"Hey, brother, what's this for?" She asked seriously.

"Sister-in-law, good sister-in-law, you ...... Don't you know yet?! ”

He lunged forward with great courage, and grabbed her by the waist with both hands, so that she could barely breathe. She felt a hot breath on her face, felt the beard on his face tie her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, and she felt a hot, moist lip pressed against her lips, making her breathless...... She suddenly felt frightened, suddenly struggled, pushed him with her hand, and retreated as far as she could on the kang behind her......

"Don't ...... Other...... Brothers...... Don't ......"

He doesn't speak. He didn't seem to be able to speak, he hugged her tightly, and no matter how much she pushed him, he wouldn't let go. She turned her face away, and he kissed her long and passionately on the ear and neck, and then sucked her earlobe with his mouth.

Finally, the woman's instinctive line of defense in front of the man collapsed. She stopped her feeble resistance and let him kiss her face, her neck, her a**. She closed her eyes, and she realized that the man who undressed her was not a soldier, but a man she knew, and she was willing to let him do whatever he pleased.

She was stripped naked and carried to the big kang.

He was busy for a while. As a result, her stomach and thighs were sticky and wet......

She understood, and opened her eyes.

She saw the GI wearing his pants with a crimson face.

"I'm sorry sister-in-law, I'm sorry!"

She suddenly felt insulted, and tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't shed tears when she heard the news of the catastrophe, but now she were. She let the tears run down her cheeks, and she didn't wipe them with her own hands.

"Sister-in-law, I'm ...... I'll come back next time...... Next time...... "The GI's shame was palpable, and he spoke like a child who had made a mistake.

She jumped from the kang to the ground in anger, grabbed a blouse with one hand, and picked up a broom pimple with the other, and struck him headless and facelessly, scolding as she scolded:

"Fuck off! Get lost! ”

Her ** foot kicked his ass and thighs roughly, kicking him so that he couldn't parry, and the pants that had been raised to his waist fell down again.

He lifted his pants again, opened the door and ran out, and at the door, he tripped over the bamboo pick that fell to the ground, and almost got on his head. When he was about to rush out of the yard, he suddenly remembered that his upper body was still **. He returned to the door and pleaded with the tightly closed door:

"Sister-in-law, my gown! Still...... Give me back my gown! ”

The door opened a crack, and the crumpled gown fell out, and with the gown, and her vicious curse:

"Get out of the way, you a**!"

He put on his coat and fled in a hurry.

At this time, night fell. The street lamps on both sides of the Boundary Street were on, and a group of majestic soldiers were patrolling the street, and the light of the street lamps pulled their figures out of shape.

This night, the big Yanma was very sad and lonely, she ate something indiscriminately, sat in front of the gray soybean oil lamp for a while, and then went to chat with the little rabbit mother in the West Courtyard.

The little rabbit mother is two years younger than the big Yanma, only thirty-six, and she is half a head shorter than the big Yanmar, and she is petite. She is not beautiful, but she is not ugly, the cheekbones on her face are slightly prominent, and her face is white and red, as if she has been smeared with rouge; A pair of apricot eyes under the two black willow eyebrows are bright and clear, like two seductive stars; The nose and mouth are small, but not ugly, and the teeth like broken jade are neat and beautiful. She married at the age of eighteen and became widowed at the age of thirty – six years ago, her husband was killed by a magnified coal truck under the kiln. After being widowed, she and Yanma became close sisters, and often talked together about many things about their women, and many of the bold and passionate thoughts in her mind were taught to her by Yanma.

When the Yanma "squeaked" and pushed open the courtyard door of her house, she was half-covering the door, sitting on the edge of the kang and bowing her head and weeping. She saw the swaying figure of the Yanma through the half-open door. She didn't get up to greet her as she had done before, but she only owed her body and sat down on the edge of the kang again.

Her spirit was completely broken—from the time the alarm whistle blew that night. For two days and two nights, she didn't comb her hair, wash her face, or eat a bite of food.

Before the Yanma entered the door, she didn't know how long she had been sitting on the edge of the kang in a daze, and the image of her son always appeared dimly in front of her eyes from time to time: for a while, her son was coquettish in front of her; After a while, her son gave orders in front of her - like his old son! She even remembered that embarrassing thunderstorm night, when her son stood outside the curtain with a kitchen knife......

Tears continued to flow from her dark eye sockets, rolling down her cheeks and nose to her thighs in navy blue cloth pants, wetting them.

The Yanma dodged in.

She only raised her head, the corners of her mouth squirmed, then turned her face away, "wow", and cried:

"Sister-in-law, I'm ...... I...... My life is so miserable! ”

The great man came up, put his arm around her trembling shoulder, and said:

"Big sister, I'm crying, right now, things haven't come to a conclusion, why are you crying?! Maybe they'll all be fine! ”

"I don't believe it! Unbelief! Such a fire, such a powerful explosion......"

"Then you can't burn or blow up a thousand people! Aren't the companies and GIs still trying to save them? ”

Mother Rabbit threw a handful of snot with tears on the ground, and whimpered again:

"But my rabbit is only sixteen years old, he is too young, too small, he is not sensible!"

But the Yanma said:

"Can't you think about the good? What if he wasn't at the place of the explosion? What if he was just stuck in the jam all at once! Big girl, the life of the little rabbit is good, you have to think about the good! ”

The big Yanma stood up as he spoke, walked to the stove, poured a bowl of cold boiled water from the iron kettle, and handed it to the little rabbit's mother:

"Mother Rabbit, do you want to open some, isn't that dead old man in my family also like your little rabbit, nested under the kiln? I'm sad, I'm sad too—my own man, how can I not be sad! Isn't it! I also cried all afternoon. ”

Indeed, the big eyes of the Yanmar were red.

"But I wondered, what's the use of crying? Don't we have any other ability to be women than cry? We have to work with the men on the kiln to save them! So, I stopped crying! Our women's hearts have to be harder, what should we do, what do we have to do! Isn't it ......"

Yanma desperately wanted to tell the little rabbit mother about the scene he had just performed with that stupid soldier, and let out the wretch in her heart - until now, she hadn't been able to forgive the soldier. She and Little Rabbit's mother talked about everything in the past, including everything they had done with the "killing knife". If it weren't for the enlightenment of Yanmar, the cowardly and incompetent mother rabbit would never dare to secretly get along with Zheng Fu, a foreign potter. She glanced at the little rabbit mother attentively, and saw that the tears on her face were still falling from time to time, so she hurriedly pressed the words that had reached her mouth back into her stomach, and persuaded again:

"Big sister, in the final analysis, we women have a hard life all their lives. After all my life, just because there was less teapot under the crotch, my parents didn't treat us as human beings, and the leftovers were raised until we were fifteen or sixteen years old, and at the age of seventeen or eighteen, I went out and found a man to marry - whether you like this man or not, my parents don't care. Then, I gave birth to a child for a man, and the pain was also unknown to men - seven years ago, I saw with my own eyes that a sixteen-year-old daughter-in-law could not give birth to a child, and died of pain. Besides, we are the women of the potter, the women are bitter, and the women of the potters are even more bitter! It's okay for a man to be alive! If something happens to the kiln and the man dies, our life will be even more unbearable, just like the big sister, you ...... Therefore, we women have to be hard, we have to think about it, and the blessings of that woman, if you can steal something, you can steal something, and if you can take advantage of it, let's say today......"

But I couldn't continue.

The words of the big Yanma touched the sore spot of the mother rabbit. The woman, who had lost her husband, immediately thought of her past sufferings, and of her son, who had suffered an accident, and put her arms around the Yanma and cried loudly:

"Sister-in-law, my good sister-in-law! How will I live in the future! Let's go! Daddy Bunny is gone! The bunny is gone, too! I'm the only one left in this lonely place, who do I rely on! Woo! Woo......"

The Yanmar is also a little sad. She swallowed back what she was about to say again, stroked the thin shoulders of the little rabbit mother and said:

"Big sister, don't say this, don't say it! You are still young, only thirty-five or sixteen years old, small and not ugly, and you are still worried that no one cares about your food? What about Zheng Fu? He's not in the same class as Bunny, so it's okay, right? ”

The little rabbit mother remembered Zheng Fu at this time, and said with a bitter smile:

"Sister-in-law, don't talk about this yet! As long as the little rabbit is okay, even if I break off with Zheng Fu in the future, it's nothing......"

Yanma sighed, shook his head, and said:

"Girl, your heart is too good!"

Then the two women chatted for a while. Later, the little rabbit's mother suddenly remembered that she wanted to burn a stick of incense at the kiln temple, so she locked the door of the house and dragged the Yanma to the kiln temple at the end of the boundary street.

Yanma didn't want to go, she didn't believe in any gods and ghosts from her heart, but for the sake of the little rabbit's mother's face, she still went. That night, she finally didn't say what she wanted to say, and she was a little depressed about it.

Hachiko didn't understand what the adults around him were busy with, he just thought it was fun. He had never seen such a lively night. He has been to this kiln temple, not counting the three times his mother has brought him, he has been here twice. Once, he also sprinkled a soak of urine behind the clay statue of the kiln god in the middle of the temple, and was slapped twice by the old lame man who took care of the temple.

Now, the little eight sons were led by his mother and came to the gate of the temple. There are many people at the gate of the temple, people touch people, people are against people. The mother pulled him and squeezed forward, squeezing for a long time, before squeezing into the temple gate, and then inserting the incense in her hand into the incense burner in front of the statue. Xiao Bazi saw that the furnace was full of incense, and the white smoke like a pot rose straight up, making the faces of the kiln god and several clay statues around him black. The incense that my mother inserted into the incense burner was not firmly rooted, and in a blink of an eye he fell down, he stood on tiptoe, trying to help with his hand, and as soon as he touched the edge of the stove, his hand was burned.

There were too many people in the temple who entered the incense, and as soon as the people in front finished the incense, the people in the back hugged them; The mother had no choice but to pull his hand and retreat from the left doorway and retreat to the grass in front of the temple. The grass was full of people kneeling, and there was almost no room for a plug. He knew that his mother was looking for a place to kneel, but he couldn't find it.

It's so much fun. The adults who fell to their knees were shorter than him. He saw an old woman with a dead leaf on her head, and he wanted to help her pick it off, but before he could turn around, his mother tore him away.

They walked from the grass to the Boundary Street, and after walking another twenty or thirty steps down the street, the mother found a quiet place and knelt down.

He also knelt down like a mother.

It's not dark, and the trance is like daytime – no, it's better than daytime. In the past, even during the day, there were not so many people, so many lights, and so many white smoke.

He knelt down, his face facing the back of a woman, and he saw that the buttocks of the woman's trousers were patched with two patches of cloth, like the eyes of the kiln god. And beside the woman knelt a child, thin as a cat, and taller than him. He wondered if he might be able to beat him. To his left knelt was an old man with gray hair, who was very strange, with a pointed brain, like a gourd lying on the ground.

Niang began to kowtow frequently to the gate of the kiln temple, and he also pretended to kowtow, secretly playing a game with his mother. He thought that he must be faster than his mother. If my mother knocks one, he knocks two; If the mother knocks two, he knocks four; What about the four? He can't figure it out...... Anyway, he knocked a lot, a lot, anyway, his mother can't compare to him.

He was in a daze.

He didn't know why he was kowtowing? Why do so many people kowtow to the kiln god? He thought: When he grows up, he will also be a kiln god, and he will also sit in the middle of the gate of the kiln temple, and let many people kowtow to him and burn incense for him - of course, he can't let his mother kowtow, and his mother often has headaches; When you kowtow, your head hurts even more.

If you have a headache, why do you have to kowtow? Grown-ups are stupid! So many adults actually kowtow to a clay statue. He knew that the kiln god was a clay statue, and he had cut off a small piece of mud with gold dust on the kiln god's shoulder.

After kowtowing, he saw that his mother, like many people, folded her palms, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and reverently told the kiln god what she was saying. His mother had told him in the past that it was called "prayer"; As long as you pray sincerely, the kiln god will be heard, and your wish will be fulfilled.

He also began to pray, but what did he pray? He suddenly remembered the old lame man who was guarding the temple, and this old man had slapped him, so he prayed: Let this old lame man go out and be slipped by the watermelon peel! That's interesting!

He had finished praying and had nothing to do, but the mother and the black and oppressive heads around him were still there buzzing and talking to the kiln god. Impatient, he looked up, grabbed a dirty, dry stick from the ground, and stabbed the skinny cat in front of him in the ass.

As if the thin cat didn't know, it didn't move at all.

He stabbed it harder.

The skinny cat turned its face and stared at him fiercely.

He immediately turned his face to the side, hid the stick behind him, and pretended not to see it.

The skinny cat clenched one hand into a fist and shook it in front of him through gritted teeth.

He felt the weight of the fist, his eyelids drooped down, his head lowered, and he made a look of self-control.

It hurts a little to kneel on my knees, and it's boring to kneel like this all the time. He quietly stood up, moved behind his mother, and in a blink of an eye, he was dozens of steps away from his mother. There was a tree there, and he squatted down there, and when he saw that his mother still hadn't noticed his whereabouts, he grinned triumphantly.

Just then, he picked up a bundle of red tin foil in the ground, apparently left behind when the adults were lighting incense, and he played with it. He began to wipe the fire, and after wiping, he flicked it out with his fingers, watching the burning fire streak a yellow light in the hazy night sky.

And so something unfortunate happened. A burning fire fell on the chicken coop in front of him on the left side, and the top of the chicken coop was grassy, and the fire burned when it fell up. At first, it only burned a little, and the adults didn't pay attention; Later, it burned so hard that the whole chicken coop was set on fire, and even the thatched hut with the chicken coop was on fire.

Xiao Bazi panicked, hurriedly rushed over, grabbed a bamboo broom to fight, and cried while beating:

"It's on fire! It's on fire! ”

The atmosphere in front of the kiln temple was destroyed, and the adults kneeling on the side of the boundary street got up from the ground in panic and rushed to deal with this unexpected fire. At this time, Xiao Bazi heard his mother's call, and his mother was calling him, as if he was calling him from a far, far away, and he wanted to promise her, but he didn't know why, he was smoked by smoke and couldn't shout......

It didn't take much time for the fire to be extinguished by the adults, and he was caught by a middle-aged man. The man's hands were so big and powerful that they made his arm hurt—not in ordinary ways, but in the bones. He shouted.

"Smack!" A heavy slap hit him in the face, and he was too scared to scream.

He heard a commotion, heard the man and the people talk about the fire, about what was "auspicious" and "unlucky", and they were talking about the kiln god...... He heard someone shouting:

"Strangle him! Strangle this disrespectful little king! ”

He suddenly understood something, and realized in a trance: today's lively night had something to do with himself and the fire that came from the ground, and he obviously caused some catastrophe. Like an adult, he felt a real fear, and he struggled desperately to get rid of the man's big hand, but he couldn't break it off.

Then a woman came to him and took him in her arms, and he heard the woman say to the man:

"Let go of the kids! Let go! ”

He recognized the woman as Mother Bunny.

"Is this your child?"

"It's not! This is the little eighth son of the second livestock family, my son and his son are both under the kiln! ”

The man let go of his hand, he threw himself into the arms of the little rabbit mother, grabbed the little rabbit mother's trouser belt tightly, and did not dare to let go again.

Mother Bunny and the man talked something again, sometimes with some swearing, and finally, Mother Bunny finally pulled him out of the encirclement of adults.

He found his mother under a telephone pole on Boundary Street, and she was almost frightened. He heard his mother say gratefully to Mother Rabbit:

"Big sister, it's hard for you! It's hard for you! ”

But the little rabbit mother cried:

"When I see your little eight sons, I think of my little rabbit! My little bunny's life is so bitter! ”

Life? What is life! There is a bitter life, is there also a sweet? Isn't it as sweet as sugar cane? Why is Brother Bunny's life bitter? He couldn't figure it out. However, from that night on, he hated the kiln god more and more! He concluded that the gold dust and mud fetus enshrined in the temple was not a good thing! He deceived people's incense and tears, but he didn't bring any blessings to people, and today, he almost gave away his life!

He thought: One day, he will unscrew off the clay head of this kiln god and kick it as a ball.