I think back then, Sun Wang's nickname was a bag, and he was a member of the club without eggs, he couldn't be a hard gun, he couldn't be a good girl, and the production team mixed up for a day, barely earning eight points of work. What kind of life, Sun Wang has a prosperous wife and a rake for money. The daughter-in-law looks up and counts, not publicity, and is not annoying.

In the early years, when I saw the old revolutionary trees in the village who were out of business, I went home to sell my house, and I knew that people were not short of money, so I took advantage of it. Sure enough, the two jujubes were negotiated, leaving five large main rooms, and removing the pillars of the old generations in the gatehouse and wings, all of which were ten thousand years of prison things. The two of them don't talk about food or clothing all their lives, they don't smoke when they save firewood, and they only earn money and don't spend it. The old money stack has a habit of counting money, and it is uncomfortable not to count the money every two days. The old money stack counted the money and first closed the curtains, and fiddled with the money on the kang to count, and had a good time. It is said that in the money box, there are still ocean coins and gold yuan coupons of the Republic of China. The two of them raised a son who was also stuffy, and the family was closed to be a miser.

There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, catching up with the Great Leap Forward, followed by famine. If you have money or not, you can't mix it with a round belly, and there are rumors everywhere that people are starving to death. Sun Wang's daughter-in-law, Lao Qianduan, saw the opportunity again, planted radishes in the big house behind the house, and let the bag belly pick the city to sell, and only entered the house at night, and the two of them closed the door and hung the curtain to count the money. In those years, the old money stack was not idle, planting vegetables in the backyard, raising Luhua chickens in the front yard, she was reluctant to give the chickens to chew grain, often the sky was dark, and she carried a basket of Luhua chickens to the production team to eat shaved food to find game, and by the way, to find the production team crops cheap.

The live ass wants to eat game, too. The son of the living ass became the secretary of the village party committee early, and the living ass got the performance of the son, and became a big member of the society with flies and shakers, and the adult Jiehuang took the sickle to watch the youth nursing home and earn full marks. The dead wife's living ass doesn't cook three meals a day, and likes to smoke badgers and hunt wild food in the mountains. He was a soldier, and with his good marksmanship, he went to the old city mountain eight miles away from the village, and he could always hit a pheasant and a wild pigeon, and easily burned the mud into a flower chicken. He likes to occupy a high place to watch pedestrians look at the courtyard, and he doesn't know where to get a telescope.

The houses in the countryside are open in broad daylight; Women in the countryside, five winds and June, scorching summer, open their chests, squatting on the wall to relieve themselves, or stealing their mouths with wild men, how could they have thought that in the haze, the cat hid a pair of thief eyes, salivating and stealing to see the light. On weekdays, the villagers saw the telescope and asked about the origin, Wu Neng was like morphine, and immediately came to his senses, foaming at the mouth to tell how he participated in the battle against the Japanese army at Lugou Bridge and how he captured the •••••• of the trophies.

The old man in the village recognized the telescope, which became a treasure that he was reluctant to leave, and of course remembered that he returned to Liuzhen and brought back two grenades. No one doubted his experience of war, and as for how he returned to Liuzhen, and the rumors and anecdotes that he was ashamed to talk about, the whole Shuiyanzhuang kept it a secret because of the face of his son, who was in the limelight.

Far water can't quench the thirst of the near. What you can see from afar, after all, is the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror. Wu Neng's wife went before him, and men couldn't bear their hunger and thirst, so they often did some fishy things like stealing chickens and touching dogs, which was not bizarre. The bizarre thing is that he knocked down Sun Wang's wife's old money stack! Lao Qian Duo is not the kind of water-based poplar woman in the village, and she has also passed the age of mandarin ducks playing in the water, in addition to loving money like life, in the fifteen gates and one street, in the hearts of the croppers, they all say that she is a rare good woman who can live. Flies don't bite seamless eggs, the old money stack carries a flower basket every day to send Luhua chickens to the ground to eat, and the live butt of the green not only does not stop, but also opens the net, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and listens to it.

The living ass likes to hide in the shadows of the trees, on the high ground, and watch the old money stack twist his ass and walk. The old money butt in his early forties is very plump, and the plump is not counted, and when he walks, the two butts with dimples can speak human words, and in the eyes of the living ass, the woman has an indescribable charm. There were a few times when the old money stack looked around and saw that there was no one around, and he was relieved in the autumn light field where the crops had just been put down, and he just met the greedy eyes of the living buttocks, and almost sparked the sparks in the autumn.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves, you are afraid of thieves, and after several long days of suffering, the living ass finally blocked the old money stack in a bean field. Next to it is a dense jungle of hybrid sorghum, which is very remote and far from the village. When the ghostly live ass appeared in front of the old money stack, the old money stack had a premonition, and the old money stack covered his face, sat in the bean field, and cried loudly. The cry echoed in the autumn yellow fields, and the voice was not very sad, as if the autumn insects were singing. Between the old money's fingers, his eyes were fixed on the scythe of the living buttocks, and as he moved up the blade of the scythe, he saw the face of the living buttocks, and smiled like a steamed pumpkin. The live buttocks who coughed a few times, picked out the beans and peanuts buried in the old money stack basket with a sickle, and cooed casually to the Luhua chicken scattered in the bean field.

The two of them didn't say anything for a moment, they were both quickly calculating in their minds, calculating the best solution to the problem. It wasn't until the living buttocks were sharpened with a sickle and pulled the knotted red belt around the waist of the old money stack that the old money stack's face turned into a cloud with nowhere to store. She flashed her live ass quickly, looked left and right casually, and then covered her face, twisted her waist and staggered into the sorghum field. A clump of sparrows flew out of the sorghum field, and the birds swirled into broken rice, and then disappeared into the burning flames of the sorghum trees like rain.

The sorghum field and corn field that pitched with the wind, the autumn crops of that kind of autumn crops did not know how many human wind and rain were collected, and the old money stacked the reed chickens of that year to Heng chickens, and laid snow-white eggs all over the place. The old money stack's house looks at the smoke coming out of the chimney in the days is different, other people's cooking smoke is as thin as willow silk, and her family's cooking smoke and fire burst out like an ink dragon. The fields that have cut off the autumn crops can no longer hide their secrets, and let the blue of the sky be unobstructed. Whenever he carried a basket full of laying hens, and disappeared into the field with a sheep in one hand, he pushed his live ass into the back door of the old money's house along the Xiaoxu River, and the old moneybill meditated for a moment in the bright yard, and then carefully closed the black-lacquered door with the ringing of the iron ring.

Soon the traveling doctor who stayed in the town spread the word that the old money had flower willow disease. That winter, the rumors of flying like bats in the entire fifteen gates and streets were aimed at Ye Youyanshi when he was young.

In order to be a soldier and eat food, Wu Neng, who joined the army in his teens, never dreamed that he would make a mistake and catch up with the Great Wall Anti-Japanese War and the bloody Lugou Bridge Incident. In the hallucinations of his later years, Wu Neng always imagined the dead soldiers at the mouth of the Great Wall, and the combat experience of serving as a death squad member at the Lugou Bridge. When Wu Neng was terminally ill and dying, a local poet from the Yushui County Folk Poetry Society, touched the scene and wrote a poem called "Dead Soldiers", describing the vicious battle of the weeping ghosts and gods in the depression at the pass of the Yansai Great Wall 80 years ago. The poet said in the preface of the first chapter: In March 1933, after the Yuguan Anti-Japanese War captured Shanhaiguan, the elite of the Japanese army pounced from Chengde to the Great Wall and pounced on the eastern defense line of Jingshan and Hebei. The first part of our garrison fought repeatedly with the Japanese invaders on the Great Wall of Jieling, and the defense line of the Boundary Ridge Dry Water Pass, a depression at the pass of the side wall, was particularly tragic in attack and defense. Our defenders killed more than 300 enemies at the cost of the death of the whole company. After the war, the Japanese army Cao used a bayonet to make bricks in the watchtower of the mountain pass as a memory, and the knife marks are still there today. Later generations remember me as a generous warrior, and inscribe a poem as an ode.

"Dead Soldier's Depression"

Passing through the clouds to sacrifice the soul, tears pouring rain.

The cold moon thinks about the expedition, and the drought is full of grass and chrysanthemum.

Cangcheng eagle looked far away, bowing down to worship the red clay.

I don't see yesterday's white bones, but I only see the trees growing.