Flower And Flower Vernacular Literature 2022 No. 82 [Virtual Space] Fat Shrimp Novel "The Mucker's Family"

Small novels

The Mook family

Fat shrimp

One summer vacation when I was in junior high school, I went to my aunt's house. My aunt's family lives in a small village surrounded by mountains, far from the town. After getting off the bus, my uncle rode his bicycle to the station to pick me up, and even so, when I got home, it was almost dark. Seeing strangers coming from the village, many people came out of the alley and made a fuss about me.

I was called "City Man" by them. The people in the city are like monsters, and they will be watched by them every time they go. Because the aunt and grandmother came to the family to "city people", the tone of speech also hardened, and the children went out! Blocked in the doorway heat to death. Go and go, go to the street breeze and go!

I took the snacks that my mother had brought to my aunt from my bag, and my aunt held my hand and squeezed her eyes at me strangely and said, The Mook family is still there, don't let her see, you won't leave when you see it.

So-and-so's family generally refers to the daughter-in-law of a certain family. I looked left and right, and I didn't see any housewives present. My aunt saw that I was confused, and she said with a smack, "No."

Only then did I realize that there was a child of about ten years old standing behind me. Because of my aunt's expression, I took a closer look at her, and only then did I find that this person with the height of a ten-year-old child actually had an "adult" face.

I quickly closed my hand and pressed the snack into the bag. Turning to look at the "Mook family". This is a typical cerebral palsy person's face, wide nose, large mouth, due to years of drooling, the corners of the mouth are soaked with saliva white. She wore a small floral gown, a pair of black pants, pants pulled up, and a pair of large sandals. On a hot day, there was a big red turban around his head. When I looked at her, she was also looking at me with a grin. My aunt pushed her hand and said, Go away, or your man won't be able to find you again.

Pushing the Mucker family out of the doorway, my aunt looked at me kindly and took the snack I took out, and she was indescribably happy.

I asked my aunt, does this person have a man? My aunt said that it was Mooker in the back of our house, a single stick in his thirties. I asked her why she was still wearing a red turban on a hot day, and my aunt said that it was the only dowry her mother gave her when she went out.

The next day, my aunt took me to Nangou to wash my clothes. At the very front of the village, there is a spring that does not dry up all year round, and the spring water flows to form a small river, and the riverbed is bluestone slabs and fine river sand. When people wash their clothes, they just have to build a pit with sand and gravel, and soon they will be filled with clear spring water. All year round, the river does not freeze, and the whole village comes here to wash clothes.

As it is summer, there are many people along the river. Basically, women take children and wash their clothes while cooling off.

My aunt and I found a spacious place, took out our clothes and soaked them in the water, found a clean stone to sit on, and moved a flat stone slab as a washing board. Everything was arranged, I put my feet into the stream, and the coolness of my heart made me can't help but slap the river with my feet.

The children played with the water, the women laughed out loud, and I loved the kind of place with mountains and water, looking around and doing laundry without the heart.

A woman said, "Oh, you see, the Mooks are coming."

Yikes! This poor man has come to wash his clothes again.

I looked in the direction they were looking, and saw the Muckers dragging a large basket and staggering toward the river, still dressed as she had been yesterday, walking on the rubble, and the big straw shoes seemed even more unsuitable. The basket was full of clothes, probably seeing the people by the river, and she grinned widely as she walked.

The little boys splashed water with their hands, coaxing, And The Speedmaster, the Speedmaster, the Speedmaster, the Speedmaster shouted. The Maoker family looked frightened, with one hand on their heads and the other hand dragging a large basket to continue to move toward the river.

The women screamed at the children and drove them further downstream. A woman used to help the Mook family carry the basket to the river, and by the way, so many clothes, for whom to wash?

The Mooks wiped the beads of water from their faces with their hands, cut their hair, and wrapped the headscarf back around their heads, tightening them. Whispered, "Man, father-in-law, mother-in-law."

Mock put his arms around you again last night? The woman asked with a bad smile. Well, the Maokers lowered their heads and pulled the clothes out of the basket one by one, and the clothes were like behemoths in her hands.

What else is going on? The woman stared at her face and asked. The women next to them laughed. It seemed that such a scene happened frequently, and the face of the Maoke family suddenly darkened, and the wide face appeared wider. My mother-in-law wouldn't let me say it, saying that if anyone asked me again, she would let me kill him. I touched my aunt and showed embarrassment. Aunt and grandmother scolded those women, you riot goods, at home the wave is not enough, come out and return the wave, don't ask Ha, I still have a yellow flower girl here!

The women all looked at me, and I smiled awkwardly at them, and the women laughed again. That is, don't talk nonsense, make the people in the city laugh.

The Mook family also seemed to be able to feel that I had broken the siege for her. She pulled up her pants and waded through the shallow river to me, giggling and asking me, are you from the city?

I nodded. I looked at her for a while, she had no eyebrows, her eyes were round, shorter than normal eyes, like small light bulbs in two flashlights, which made her face look more and more empty.

Then she turned back to her clothes and stood in the stream, digging out the sand and gravel to form a pit. She dragged the clothes into the water one by one, and when the clothes were soaked, she pulled them to the bluestone slab, soaped them, rubbed them with her small hands, stepped on them with her little feet, and washed them very carefully.

When my aunt and I finished washing, the Mucker family was still washing there. We walked away with our clothes on, and behind us came the laughter of the women. I looked back at the small figure of The Maoke family and asked my aunt and grandmother, how could her family still let her go out. The aunt sighed and said that his father had long been gone, and his mother had followed his brother and sister-in-law, who raised her?

When I got home, my mind was full of the look of the Mook family. My aunt told me that the men she and she were okay with her were all doomed to be bare sticks, so this is also a little bit of a woman's fishy, that is, the family is too tired, the father-in-law is paralyzed, the mother-in-law is not in good health, and the family is poor.

I said such a big basket of clothes, can she move it after washing? Grandma said her man would pick her up.

While my aunt was cooking, I sneaked up to the gate and saw a man in his thirties and forties carrying a basket in the distance, and the Mook family jumped behind me like a happy child. As she walked up to me, the Mook family told her man that she was from the city. Then he said to me, this is a man. The man looked at me with a wooden look and said expressionlessly, Go home. The Maokers obediently followed him home.

After returning home from summer vacation, I often think of the Mowke family and often ask my cousin about her. Because I really can't imagine how she can survive in that state, in that situation, year after year, day after day. Once my cousin laughed badly and said to me in an exaggerated tone, "Guess what happened to the Mook family?" What do I say about the situation? The cousin said that the Maoke family was amazing, and actually gave birth to a boy, and now her children are almost taller than her, and they still hold it every day, which is too rare to do.

I quickly asked the child if it was normal, and my cousin said that it was quite normal, that is, her man went up the mountain to hit the stone, and his leg was broken by the detonator.

A long time later, the year I first started working, I asked about the Mook family again, and my cousin told me that the Maoker family you cared about was dead.

I said why am I dead? My cousin said that such a person does not live much and suffers from sin in life, and it is better to die.

When I heard this news, I didn't know why, but my heart actually fell to the ground like a stone.

The big fat shrimp in the eyes of the group of friends,

Minor editor of vernacular literature.

Editorial Department of Huahua Vernacular Literature

Consultants: Ji Hongping, Gu Wenxian, Hou Mingxiang, Yi Ling, Liu Enguo

Editor-in-Chief: Ge Xihua

Editor-in-Chief: Liu Xia

Main School: Ning Wei

Draft: Haiyun Zhang

Art Supervision: Liu Zongkai, Zhang Xiujie

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