One winter noon more than thirty years ago, when I was only a few years old, one day my mother led me to play on the side of the road, and a passing mother acquaintance begged her for a drink, and my mother brought him home. After drinking the water, he sat at my house and did not leave, looking east and west to see the east and ask the west, watching the rice arrive, when the poor rice pipe was full, there was no other dish except a bowl of self-made watercress sauce and a large bowl of greens. Although the first two hundred pounds of pigs slaughtered were smoked on the beams of the house, it was the whole family's oil and meat for a whole year to save to eat, and the New Year's Festival was busy with farm work or important guests would come to make something to eat. Even if there is no dish, my mother still beckons the person to eat, the person does not politely pick up the bowl and eat it, the young me never eats on the table and runs around with a bowl, and my mother will follow me. Dad ate quickly, and as soon as he ate the bowl, he was busy with other things, so he left the man alone in my simple kitchen, and after he finished eating, he circled around my house, saying flattering words about my family's house foundation feng shui or something.
In the afternoon, when my mother was cutting grass, she accidentally got a grass clipping in her right eye, and she didn't get it out at first, but she just felt that something was uncomfortable there, and at night she began to lie on the bed in pain and couldn't sleep. At that time, my house was topped with tiles, the walls were wooden planks, the lower half of the kitchen side was more than a meter high stone slab, the upper half was woven of pieces, and a loft was made of good-sized bamboo, and the bacon was smoked on the beam above the attic. Mom and Dad and I slept in the room next door to the kitchen, which was very small with two beds, and I slept in small beds and they slept in large beds. It was late at night, Daddy's snoring was getting louder and louder, Mom's eyes hurt and she couldn't sleep, and she faintly heard the sound of crickets coming from the kitchen, like rats moving and seemed to be louder than rats.
Mom thought: Why are the rats making such a fuss tonight? Even Dad's thunderous snoring could not be suppressed, she kicked Dad to let him hear what it sounded, Dad woke up and didn't hear anything, muttering disapprovingly: Where is the sound? Most of the night still let people sleep? Saying that he turned over and continued to sleep, my mother listened carefully and there was really no sound. When Daddy's snoring sounded again, the disturbing sound came again, and Mom woke Up Daddy with another kick, and Daddy was even more dissatisfied: What are you tossing and turning in the middle of the night? If you don't sleep, you don't allow people to sleep? Mom told him there was a ring, and his voice increased eightfold: Where was the noise? Where's the ringing?! After saying this, he fell asleep again, and soon snored like thunder. Not long after the stop, the noise was getting louder and louder, the mother saw that she really couldn't move the father, her eyes hurt and was noisy, so she got dressed and got up and groped for the flashlight from the drawer to gently open the door and wanted to shake what the thing was so noisy. At that time, the door was not like the current can be opened silently, no matter how light it is, it will make a "squeaking" sound, saying that it is late and fast, just when my mother opened the door, there were footsteps in my attic, and my mother felt that something was wrong and turned on the electric light, only to see countless smoke and dust falling on the stove on the ground, and she looked up to see that none of the bacon on the beam was gone. She rushed back to the room anxiously and lifted her father's quilt: "Turned! Turned! (Bad meaning) Our bacon let The (meaning thief in Sichuan dialect) steal! Dad was not sleepy at this time, nor was he cold, and in the winter, wearing a thin autumn coat, he snatched the flashlight in his mother's hand and rushed outside the house barefoot, shouting loudly while running: Catch the warp! Got caught! There was a rush of footsteps on the road in front of my house, and soon the dogs in the village called out and the lights came on, and the whole village woke up in the middle of the night, and people took flashlights and torches and torches all came closer to my house.
The two uncles who were close to my house arrived first, and listened to the father say the direction in which the thief had left, and proposed to chase after him, until he beat his turtle son to death. Don't blame the people in the village for hating thieves, today this family does not see a few chickens and ducks, tomorrow the bacon is gone, everyone has worked hard all year round to save some delicious food and want to have a good New Year, but they have made wedding clothes for others. This is not to say, did not catch people, usually a little contradictory people on you suspect me in the past I suspect you came, from time to time to find some cool words to say, heard it is clear that it is referring to the mulberry scolding, the fuse is lit is a big war, their ancestors have obviously been lying on the ground, but they still have to be inexplicably greeted. Now that I have heard that the thief has other people, everyone hates them so much that they want to catch this guy who affects stability and unity and clean up to relieve the hatred in their hearts. Just when people were basically rubbing their fists and preparing to start the carpet search, my mother stopped everyone: Forget it! Never mind! Don't chase the unsafe of the big night! There was a man in my mother's house who chased a chicken thief and was pushed down the hill by a thief doll hiding in the shadows and broke one of his legs, and now he is still limping! Everyone thinks about it, and turn around and help my family move the bacon that the thief has not yet had time to take back to the house. Mom found that the apron wrapped in a few strips of bacon was very familiar, and thought about it, wasn't it the person who begged for water to drink during the day? She told everyone about the situation, and when everyone thought about it, the people who threw things also said that he had also gone to their house before they lost their things... Only then did someone with sharp eyes see my dad: God! You wear so little, beware of getting cold! My dad didn't feel cold at all, but was sweating profusely: if the bacon was stolen, the consequences would be unimaginable, indicating that the whole family would have to eat vegetarian for a year in the coming year! How can you do so much work in the field without some oil and meat?
Dad put on his clothes and the villagers took the apron and rushed to the man's house overnight, calling people up and asking him if this apron was yours? He said yes. So why are you stealing bacon? The crowd was indignant that everyone came forward and wanted to beat him, but he didn't expect him to sit on the ground and cry: G Day's harvested thief baby! You pick up the waistkerchief of labor and you pick it up! Why do you want to pick it up and steal it, oh, now people have wrongly said that I stole it! When the bastards of your G-Day's offspring die, they don't know how to die! Everyone was stunned, even if they didn't believe it, they couldn't get their hands on it, and they really couldn't find a person who dared to curse Zhou himself like this, and the matter would be over.
The whole village spent a sleepless night, unknowingly I still slept until the next day on the three poles of the day, my mother laughed at me: you woman's drowsiness is not good, so big movement can still sleep! I'm afraid that the thunder will not wake you up, and I will not know if I will take you out and throw you away! Later, there was a time when I encountered something like my father was fierce and my mother didn't do it: you crooked fart! If it wasn't for the old lady's meat, it would have let The steal it all! One or two of you in your family are dozing off and stealing your air! Eat a shovel! Dad just stopped...
The man who lost the apron had a son who did not learn to steal chickens and dogs to eat, drink, drink and gamble like a son, did not marry his daughter-in-law when he was in his thirties, he did not know what dirty disease he contracted and died of ulceration, the son left for a few days he went down to the river to wash clothes and fell into the river and drowned, when he was found, he was soaked in the river and was swollen beyond recognition, it seems that some white-eyed Zhou can not gamble casually, after all, people are doing, the sky is watching...