One summer, it was the season of harvesting wheat, I got up early in the morning, when I was dressed, I suddenly felt like I had been pricked by a needle, "Oops" I cried out, my mother heard me running over, while listening to me, while looking through my clothes, I found a small scorpion on my clothes, and my mother read and said: "As the saying goes, 'scorpions poison a part (dung)', scorpion poison is terrible! "I didn't feel too much pain, so I followed my mother to the wheat field to help." It may be that the scorpion is too small and poisonous, and it doesn't hurt too much at night.
The wheat harvest season is very hot, usually I only wear a small pants to collect wheat ears in the field, once passing by the wheat field, I saw two big dogs, I was a little scared, I ran up, the result of the big dog directly chased me to run, the more I ran, the more I chased, I stumbled and fell to the ground, the big dog pounced on my ass and bit a bite, the adult who passed by drove away the big dog, the blood on my ass was direct, now I don't remember the pain at that time, but the scar is still there, this is "good scar forget the pain". Afterwards, my mother told me that "the wolf is afraid of the bias", "the dog is afraid of the bend", "the wolf is afraid of the deviation" means that the wolf has thin legs, the most afraid of beating with a stick, a hit will break, this is the weakness of the wolf; "the dog is afraid of bending" means that when the dog can not run, pretend to bend down to pick up things, the dog is afraid of you to hit it, so it will run away immediately, if there is a stick in the hand, the dog is more afraid, or there is a "dog stick" saying.
There is another thing that must be said, my father (uncle) family was once a happy family of four, father (uncle) mother (aunt) and two daughters, but two daughters died for some reason, a young couple was sad and lonely, the mother (aunt) was sick for many years, unable to have children again, at that time "no filial piety has three queens is greater", the elders in the village decided to pass me on to my father as a son after consultation. I was five years old at the time, and I didn't understand these rules and ethics, but I just did what the adults said. In the autumn of 1946, when my mother died, before leaving the funeral, I had to sleep alone for three days, and then, according to the old funeral customs, the approximate procedure was: I wore a white turban, wore shoes wrapped in white edges, and the adults helped me (because I was young and weak) to carry the "sail pole", set off cannons, smash the tile basin, enter the funeral, etc., and the specific details I forgot.
My father (uncle) rarely stayed at home, and worked as a boatman outside for a long time, that is, the "porter" of "pulling fiber", traveling between Wuhan and Wuhan on the Tang River. The only gift he gave me was a pair of waterproof rubber shoes, which he brought back from the south in 1951, the rubber shoes had a shiny surface, the shoe size was a little small, and the shoes were squeezed, probably made of raw rubber, not strong, and worn a few times and broken. In 1958, I heard that he was straight-talking, said the wrong thing, was arrested and criticized, soon became ill, may be a long-term bad mood, not in time to see, found out that it is hepatitis abscess, very serious, and when he returned home, has turned into chronic liver disease, often see yellow pus oozing from the wrapped gauze, the medical technology at that time could not be cured, he was tormented by illness, he was miserable, desperate, he believed in superstitious sayings, invited a godmother to exorcise ghosts, the godmother will be a piece of cloth painted with patterns and transverse patterns, Burn it with fire, point to a bunch of "ghost words" that no one can understand, and then rub the ashes into flour noodles, divide it into small bags with yellow paper, and let my father drink it with warm boiled water every day, saying that it is good to drink it. I saw the whole process with my own eyes, and at the time I thought it was a lie, and later, Dad's condition did not get better because of these "miracle drugs". In 1959, Dad entrusted someone to find a little daughter-in-law, and also brought a little girl over, and after marriage gave birth to a little daughter, in the most difficult period of life, the little daughter starved to death, Daddy's little daughter-in-law also ran away, and there was no news since then! In 1962, I joined the army and was assigned to serve on the border between China and North Korea, and in 1963, my long-incurable father died, when he was only forty-three years old. At that time, it took me about ten days to receive a letter from home, and by the time I received the letter, it had been more than half a month, and according to the regulations, I would not be allowed to go home during my military service. Dad showed himself a piece of feng shui treasure land before he died, his aftermath is my brother's management, my step-by-step son, in the end did not fulfill filial piety, for me is also an irreparable regret, these years as long as I return to my hometown, I will always burn some money for him, put some cannons. Although I was "adopted", it was only a formality, because I still lived with my biological parents all the time, and nothing had changed.
This chapter writes about too many illnesses, accidents, and misfortunes, although they have become a thing of the past, but they still have feelings in their hearts:
The patient afflicts to produce immunity,
Parental care produces love,
Labor produces will,
Hometown feelings produce thoughts,
Ecological balance produces beauty,
Environmental influence produces yearning,
Pay sweat to produce harvest,
Helping each other to create friendship,
Sincere unity produces strength,
Constant summing up produces wisdom.