Fairy Tales in the Black Land Forest No. 12:
Fairy tales are lights
· Zhou Fankai
I have a classmate, surnamed Liang, and everyone calls him Liang Er a fool. In fact, he is not stupid at all, as for how he fell under such a nickname, I have not thought it through.
Why mention Liang Er's fool? Guyn had some overlap with the night owls I had previously talked about in the little article "The Wild Boar Death Squad." As I said, the night owl is not a professional catcher of wild boars, and his job is mostly to catch badgers and other small animals. And the badger is in the forest area, what kind of immortal is it? In fact, the badger is not much bigger than the cat, it either hides in the cave all day and sleeps, or hides in the bushes as a bandit to intercept the road, mixed with a few bites, the scope of its life, that is, so one acre and three points of land. As for the skin and meat of badgers, they are even less valuable, so there are not too many people to pay attention to them, let alone pay attention.
Badgers
But many things in the world depend on who interprets them. The ruler is shorter, the inch is longer. Whether it is a human being, it is bound to have some special skills to survive and reproduce in a very harsh environment. Badgers are like that. It can't think without thought, it's okay to eat and drink Lasa without paying attention, and it's even more okay to not make an earth-shattering sound for a lifetime, but you must not treat it as a fool. Natural selection, roughly this is what it means, right?
The badger's life must be very mediocre, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating. Perhaps because of this, they all grew a body of fat, and this fat body, unlike the fat fat of cattle, horses and pigs and sheep, is completely different, it can cure serious diseases, the best medicine for burns. When I was less than two years old, I was still walking unsteadily, and one year during the Spring Festival, my mother fried the balls, and her old man put the oil pot that was gradually cooling down on the ground, and went to do other dishes. The injuries I had suffered were obvious, especially my arms and head, which were almost blown up, and the doctor was going to amputate me, but my grandfather, after all, was also a doctor, and he didn't agree, and he didn't want his grandson to be disabled. So my grandfather used the dead horse as a live horse doctor, and every day he smeared a thick layer of badger oil on my arm. Believe it or not, in the end, Grandpa saved both of my arms, that's a fact.
Or let's say Liang Er is a fool.
When I was in elementary school and even junior high school, the teachers didn't give much lectures. At that time, the daily life of the students was "three studies", that is, learning engineering, agriculture, and the army. When I was studying, I had to go to this factory and that factory. No matter what factory you go to, in short, it must be led by the working class that leads everything, and there is nothing to argue about.
When it was our turn to work in that class, we went to an iron factory.
The director of the iron factory, surnamed Liang, later we learned that he was the father of Liang Er's fool in our class.
So we call him Lao Liang in person, or Master Liang, and behind his back, we call him Liang Da Fool. Lao Liang knows all these titles, but he is not angry with us children because of them.
One day, four students carried a bag of molten steel and sang while going to the sand-turning workshop to pour a new piece. The sky was very blue, all happy, all a little forgetful, and the classmate who walked at the end of the bar was on his toes and almost fell. Lao Liang, who was following next to him, rushed up with an arrow and caught the classmate's bar, but the molten steel in the bag shook around and jumped out a lot, and at once burned a large piece of our dearest old Liang's chest. The skin of the flesh smelled of burnt paste. We rushed Lao Liang to the hospital, but the doctor said that this was too unreliable to get it!
So I thought of badger oil, so I thought of the night owl, and went to the ditch of Baishi Mountain at night to find him, and brought back a large jar of oil to smear on Lao Liang's whole body. You said that God is not God, and in the end Lao Liang really got better, and he thanked me and bought me a big pig head.
It's all right, everything is fine.
After a year, but did not want to, Old Liang's son Liang Er fooled and caused another disaster.
We finished our studies at that time, and then we went to learn to farm again, this time planting seedlings.
The work of planting seedlings is not easy at all, all day cat waist does not say, the season in the northeast region, the day is still very cold, barefoot down to the paddy field still floating with ice ballast, I feel a cold breath through the skin and flesh into the bone slit, dry for half an hour, the lower body is numb. In addition, the three fingers holding the seedlings always poked into the mud, and the ends of the nails were all barbed, and the pain was really something I had never experienced before.
The farm of our school, or school field, is located in the mountains, there is no entertainment, after eating rough tea and light meals, often the boys go to tease the livestock, and the girls stand by the side in groups to watch the liveliness. There are some cows and horses on the farm, and there are dogs. One day I brought an old cow, coaxed it with a handful of grass, rode it and swung it around, not wanting the old cow to be stubborn, running wild on the field, and at once lifting me into the paddy field. The teachers and students were planting seedlings there, and I climbed up in muddy water, scolded incessantly, felt very faceless, and went to chase the old cow that had run. At this time, Liang Er fool came over and said to me, you see how I cleaned it up, I will avenge you!
After dinner, Liang Er's fool did not go to collect the cow, but he pulled out a small green mule. There were three mules on the farm, two old and one young, the old was about four or five years old, and the youngest was less than two years old. Liang Er said to the fool, today I will let you know the male and female who know the mule!
mule
Many of us, the students, don't know that a mule can't get off a colt. Mules are the product of a hybrid of a horse and a donkey. The male horse and the female donkey mate, and the horse mule is born, and the male donkey mates with the mare, and the birth is called a donkey mule. We have a curse saying there, if any individual cannot have children, call them mules. Therefore, at that time, some students who understood the bureau asked Liang Er fool whether the little mule was the colt of the big mule, and Liang Er fool smiled badly. Coincidentally, the little green mule somehow, the genitals stretched out under the body, leisurely. A girl was very surprised by this, and couldn't help but ask, saying Liang Er Liang Er, what is that thing? Liang Er's fool giggled and said that it was its baby leg. The girl asked stupidly, how could it grow five legs? Liang Er's fool also said that if it were a female mule, it would definitely have four legs. The girl seemed to suddenly understand something, and she was ashamed of herself, covered her face and ran.
In a few days, the little green mule should also be covered, and the farm found a veterinarian to give the little green mule to the mule, and let it work wholeheartedly from then on. The little green mule, which used to be sprinkled with joy and joy, suddenly became chattering, and Liang Er fool said that its fifth leg seemed to have shrunk. The little green mule has two big ears every day, looking into the distance, thoughtfully.
One day in the middle of the night, we were sleeping deeply, and suddenly we were awakened by a dog bark. When I got up in a daze, I saw a pine torch lit outside the window, and a few peasant-like people were holding two students, tied with ropes. I rubbed my eyes, and finally saw clearly, standing in front of him was Liang Er's fool, with a dead chicken with plucked hair hanging from his neck, and the one in the back, nicknamed "Big-Eyed Monkey", whose surname was even named, I can't remember, and in his hand, he was holding a bunch of chicken bones. And several peasant hunting dogs were surrounding the two of them, swooping and screaming. There were also dogs on the farm, they were husband and wife, called old black and old white, and they were bitten together with several peasant dogs. Our principal ran out of the grass shed bare-chested, and the peasants shouted at the principal: Look at you, the students of dog day, all of them are weekly pickpockets, since you came, they have not stopped, every day there is a "midnight chicken crowing", they cut a little oil and salt money from the chicken ass eyes, is it easy? You see what to do, right? The principal handed cigarettes to the peasants and angrily asked Liang Er's fool, what the hell is going on? Liang Er's fool stalked his neck, threw the dead chicken on the ground with his bare hands, and said indignantly to the peasants: I helped you work for a day, and you didn't even give me saliva to drink. Isn't it just eating one of your chickens, what's so great about it, still poor and lower-middle peasants, not even this little class feeling and consciousness? Liang Er's foolish remarks were actually stunned by the peasants, and they shrugged their heads, as if they had lost their reasoning. The principal was still sober, and said to Liang Er's fool, you shut me up, how do I usually tell you, roll, let me stand at the root of the wall, and recite the "Three Disciplines and Eight Notes" a hundred times!
The farce of Liang Er's fool and the big-eyed monkey stealing chickens ended with the school compensating the peasants with a hundred eggs.
But within a few days, Liang Er's fool began to make a whole scene of demons again.
That night, Liang Er's fool stole a few potatoes from nowhere and went to the stove to bake them. Who knew that just a little fire, but listening to the sound of "whoosh", a large fireball came out of the stove hall. Liang Er thought that he had met a ghost, so he ran away with his legs, and even his shouts brought him into tears. We rushed into the stove, splashing water and beating again, and when the fireball was extinguished, we took a closer look, only to find that the fireball turned out to be a puppy named "Major". I saw that the hair on the "Major's" body was all burned out, almost turning into a roasted whole dog. A classmate who usually likes to fight with Liang Er's fool said to him, you are a waste egg, you don't know how to shout twice before you burn the fire? When it's cold, the puppy will be warm in the stove pit, don't you know? Fuck, I'll stuff you into the stove and bake it today!
Liang Er fool stroked the hairless "Major" and said to me with a weeping face, what should I do? The "Major" was so sore that he didn't even have the strength to scream, and old black and white surrounded the "major", spitting out their big red tongues and licking the bare skin of the "major". At this time, some people said that they had to hurry to find badger oil, or the "major" would die. So I woke up suddenly, so I went back to the city overnight to find Liang Er's foolish father, Lao Liang. I said to Lao Liang, what about the big jar of badger oil that I gave you before? Lao Liang said that he let me stir-fry and eat it! I said Old Liang Old Liang, are you really stupid? Is that oil edible? Hurry up and send me a car, I'm going to White Rock Mountain to find night owls!"
I got another jar of badger oil from the night owl. But within a few days, the "Major" was still in pain. For this matter, several classmates covered Liang Er's head with a quilt and slammed it hard.
When I came out of the night owl's house that day, he said you take that roe deer skin.
Roe deer
Roe deer, born stupid, always feel silly and good, who is with friends. This kind of personality, if it is placed in the circle of people, will certainly be like me, belonging to the kind that is old and not growing up. We northeasterners used to describe who lacked heart and eyes, and said: Look at his instigation, like a stupid roe deer.
Fifty years ago, in the mountains of northeast China, it was true to say that roe deer scooped fish with sticks and pheasants flew into the rice pot. A few degrees of wind and rain, a few degrees of spring and autumn, the original kind of lively scene, like a feast, hastily scattered, the brakes are sad. But the skin of the roe deer has always accompanied me and become a warm mattress for me. When I settled in Tianjin, the hair on the skin fell off piece by piece, and in the end, although I did not give up, I had to throw it away.
Looking back on the past life, what is the much pain hidden in happiness?
The so-called fairy tale, after all, has long become a fairy tale, it may just be a signpost for me, a lamp in the process of life, and may only be able to look for it in my dreams in the future.
I think.
Fairy tale in the forest Photography King Changlin