Baozi's family is an expert in the agricultural middle school of Dafang Town. Dafang Town is the name of Fangjiatun after liberation, and Wang Xiu may write "Fangjiatun" by mistake in the future, so please don't be surprised, because this name is still called smoothly in the mouths of the older generation. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Dafang town government retained the original site of the Japanese army's barracks and research institutes, transformed them into agricultural secondary schools, and built a row of bungalows on Dakeng as a teacher's family home. It is said that countless bones were dug up during the construction of the house, and the town's epidemic prevention department also dispatched a lot of manpower to disinfect it, but this thing is too long ago and most people have never experienced it. It has been said that until now, the sound of bloody bayonets and the wailing of dying people can be faintly heard at night.

More than 20 years have passed, and the residents of the compound are still living stable, but in that era of chicken blood, there are struggles that are more terrifying than ghosts, and there are ten years when even ghosts are afraid, and a group of children in the compound have grown up all the way in peeing and mud and buttocks.

Baozi's name is Bao Ziqiang, Wang Xiu is four years old, born in seventy-one years, and he is also the group of children in the compound who "sit on the high grain stacks and listen to the stories of the past". They grew up together in the Agronomist Division. The bun is tall and Wang Xiu is a head, but not as chubby as Wang Xiu, he is thin and tall, his body is not straight, and he looks like a pickled cucumber. The bun has a sallow complexion since childhood, and it is slow and leisurely, not in a hurry or dry, and it is not outstanding in the crowd.

Actually, buns are not ordinary. As far as Wang Xiu knew, he had often spoken to himself since he was three years old when he could understand human speech, sometimes to the air, sometimes to chickens and ducks, although adults did not understand, but did not really take it to heart.

On this day, Mr. Du, who was eight months pregnant next door, went to Baozi's house, and Baozi's mother saw that the neighbor was coming, so she put down her work and greeted Mr. Du. "Is your backache sore?" "Do you vomit when you eat?" Tightly convey care.

Baozi was very curious when he saw the big belly, he ran over and stared straight at Mr. Du's huge belly, and muttered in his mouth, "Little brother, are you hungry?" The crowd burst into laughter.

In those days, it was not the same to have a boy or a girl. Although socialism has been going on for more than 20 years, people's ideological concepts are still much more outdated than they are now; women value giving birth to children, beating gongs and drums and setting off firecrackers when they give birth, and their in-laws set up banquets to entertain relatives and friends. The mother's face also has brilliance, at least one more capital to brag to the outside world. The old woman and mother-in-law take turns to serve the confinement and take care of the children, so that the daughter-in-law can be enshrined with the sun and the moon, and live with heaven and earth. But if a girl is born, these two families will die down, go to work when they should go to work, go out when they should go out, as if nothing has happened, and the daughter-in-law has to take care of the child by herself while she is in confinement, and the bitterness in her heart is needless to say.

The situation I'm talking about is still in the teacher's family home, which belongs to the group of high-level intellectuals, and if the same situation happens in the countryside outside a wall, it will be a problem of the yin and yang worlds. If a family with many children has a baby girl, without working as a father, the mother can cut the umbilical cord with her own hands and throw the child into the swill bucket and pour it out.

Teacher Du saw that Baozi called his unborn child "brother", naturally he was full of joy, although he didn't believe in children's words, but after all, he had a good fortune, and he was about to go with joy, but Baozi said in a daze, "My brother said he couldn't breathe." Teacher Du paused for a moment, and Baozi's mother hurriedly patted Baozi's buttocks, "Don't talk nonsense!" ”

Baozi was anxious, "I'm not talking nonsense, brother, he wrapped himself around his neck with a rope." ”

After all, it's a matter of children, no matter who says anything, it's impossible not to go to heart, Teacher Du squatted down with great difficulty, holding Baozi's shoulder, "Baozi, what else did your little brother say?" ”

Baozi said nonchalantly, "He instructed me, saying, 'I owe debts in my previous life, and I will pay them back in this life, and if I don't pay them off for a long time, the interest will be over'"

These words frightened Mr. Du almost sat on the ground, "What does this mean?"

Baozi was stunned and said, "I don't know, Auntie"

Baozi's mother was concerned, "Although it is said that it is a child talking nonsense, but then again, you are more than eight months pregnant, and you should go for a check-up." ”

Teacher Du sighed, "It costs more than five yuan to check a B-ultrasound, my in-laws are not in good health, they are two bottomless pockets, and the family money is spent on them." If I don't open my mouth, why don't I open my mouth. ”

Baozi's mother shouted to Mr. Du's husband through the wall, "Hurry up and go to the hospital for a checkup, don't feel sorry for the five yuan"

Mr. Du's husband was leaning on the wall and chatting with Baozi's father, and he listened to this somewhat and perfunctory to "yes, you will put 10,000 hearts"

The matter passed like this, and neither of the two adults took this matter to heart. But two months later, Mr. Du's family gave birth to a baby boy, but it was an umbilical cord around the neck, and the doctors and nurses were busy for most of the time before taking it out, but fortunately, the rescue saved the life of the mother and child in time, but the operation cost more than 500. At that time, there were not many people in the family who had 200 yuan in savings, and the 500 yuan was collected by the teachers of the family home overnight. The doctor said that if he had a B-ultrasound earlier, he would have saved such a large amount of unjust money. Although the money was lost, after all, the mother and son were safe, and Mr. Du's family made a special trip to send fifty eggs to Baozi's family to express their gratitude.

This time, it was Baozi's mother's turn to be unsure. Is the bun blindfolded, or can you really see something? She dragged the bun that was squatting on the ground and playing with mud, and asked seriously, "Bun, can you really see the child in Aunt Du's belly?" ”

Baozi said in a daze, "That's right! Can't you see? ”

Baozi's mother was stunned, "Can... Mom can too, Mom just asks, is what you see the same as what I see? ”

Baozi said, "Isn't it just a big balloon!" No, the big water balloon, there is a little brother in the water balloon, and it is shrunk like this, just like that, holding a rope in his hand..."Baozi said as he gestured.

"So, how can he speak?"

"Yes, he's still smiling at me! They all talk, and they know more than I do. Some of them came crying, some came laughing, and the sister of Aunt Zhang's family in the backyard came crying. Bunzi muttered.

Baozi's mother was stunned, Aunt Zhang in the backyard is a family member of Zheng Wanchun, a worker in the machinery factory, and she gave birth to a girl a few days ago, saying that she died when she was born. But some neighbors said that when Zheng Wanchun went out to throw the child's body, he saw that the child had a clear pinch mark on his neck.

Baozi's mother asked Baozi tremblingly, "And then?" ”

"And then? Then that sister stood at the door of Aunt Zhang's house every night and cried! I even advised her."