Morning autumn, 渹飕飕, night autumn, 热吽吽吽.
Although the autumn tigers are powerful, the weather and air in the eighties are not sour.
In the morning, the sun was soaking through the green maple trees, and the tea shop in Xiaofeng Town Commune had birds, cicadas and mosquitoes.
"Snap" a big uncle hit the mosquito in the arm, picked it up and looked at it, looked at it for three minutes, and then blew it.
Uncle was not very old, seventy years old, with glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, listening to the drama of the radio, smoking leaf cigarettes and drinking sorghum wine.
There were about a dozen peanuts on the table, and there was mud on the peanuts.
Like this uncle, there are more than thirty tea shops in the whole commune, all of which are in all shapes.
Listening to the drama, walking the birds, playing long cards, swinging the dragon gate array.... The whole commune is a place of harmony and serenity.
In the backyard of the commune's tea shop was the Security Detention Office, where men's insults and women's cries were heard.
On the table was a red-headed document on family planning.
The woman sat curled up in the corner with her legs curled up, her hands on her stomach, her hair scattered over her head, looking down at the squashed cigarette butts in the other corner.
Her tears had dried up and she was still sobbing, each sobbing accompanied by the rise and fall of her chest and back.
"Don't.... No.... He's mine..."
The man is the deputy director of the Family Planning Office and the head of the security brigade.
He was dressed in a white shirt, one corner of which was tied into trousers, and the other corner of his coat was open, fluttering with the wind of the floor-to-ceiling fan, the buttons at the neckline were undone to the third, and the twenty-something man had fair skin and was full of anger between his brows.
"If you dare to give birth, Lao Tzu will tie up your whole village!"
This is not a simple harsh word, the early eighties was the peak of family planning.
From provinces and cities to townships and towns to rural areas, the intensity of implementation has been strengthened step by step.
The loudspeaker broadcast in the village is also publicized every day, and some villagers accept it ideologically, but the behavior is very difficult to implement.
In some places, there is no electricity, and when it is dark, the eyes are wide and small, and they go to bed early, and as soon as this desire is on the head, it is inevitable to wipe the gun and go out of the fire.
Now it is advocated to have fewer children and more trees, although the strength to give birth to children is used to plant trees, but the trees are planted, and the children are born.
Some villagers behaved honestly and took the initiative to go to the neighborhood committee to get condoms, but their thinking was still struggling.
Grandpa Mao said that the number of people is great, and the number of people is good at doing things.
In the previous generation, whose family was not a few brothers and sisters, although the life was poor and sour, but the number of people was strong and productive, and the means of production were sufficient.
Coupled with the preference for sons over daughters in the countryside, the male members in the family represent the succession of generations, and the two sons are like human experiments, and they will not give up until they are born to their sons.
Propaganda about sterilization is also a problem, too professional, and the loudspeaker broadcast is clear.
There are also men who have been sterilized in the village, who can be discharged from the hospital on the same day of surgery, and the men come out of the hospital shakily, obviously it is the operation of the lower abdomen, but they are covered with crotch, like cutting off the root of life, so that the neighbors look ridiculous and terrible.
A little boy stood guard at the counter of the commune's tea shop, and the boss was pouring a large bucket of sorghum wine that had just been shipped into the vat.
"It's so fragrant..." The boy dipped his fingers a little and sucked, and a woman appeared from behind and tugged at his ears, and the boy farted and went back.
Zhang Lindong was born in Meijiagou Village, not far from Xiaofeng Town, most of the villagers are surnamed Mei, Zhang surname is unique, naturally there is some distance from the same township.
It was clear that the desolate field had been confiscated for a long time, and there was a thatched hut with an earthen wall on the edge of the field.
A three-year-old boy dressed in an adult shirt squatted barefoot in the doorway, holding a marble in his hand, and looked at it carefully with his small head, and the marbles cast colorful rainbows under the sun's illumination.
The little boy's snot hung long, as if it had fallen off, a mouthful of inhalation, and then fell out, he wiped it with the back of his hand on his nose, and the snot was a thread on his face, which was Zhang Lindong.
Meijiagou Village was electrified last year, but there are no electric lights in the thatched huts, only one lamp that does not light up kerosene.
Through the light from the roof and around it, you can clearly see a few bundles of dry wood next to a stove.
On one table was a large bowl of homemade tempeh, next to which was an aluminum lunch box.
There are also four handmade wooden stools made of corner residue, perhaps due to the light, and the mattress is dark and somewhat dirty.
A dark man sat on a bench and flipped back and forth looking at the household register.
The man is Zhang Lindong's father, honest and cowardly, sitting on the opposite side of the bed in the arms of his wife's one-year-old baby boy, is Zhang Lindong's brother.
"What else can we do?" Lao Zhang's words were held back for a long time, but he still said them.
He looked at his wife's exposed half of her slightly dry breasts, and the baby boy's swollen face was sucking.
Although the baby boys are all full years old, insufficient breast milk can solve the problem of children's rations.
The wife did not speak, and tears dripped on the baby boy's face.
When they gave birth to the second child, they did not go to the hospital, but they asked the old woman to come to the door to deliver the baby, and the scissors were poisoned with fire, the umbilical cord was cut short, and then the quicklime was applied to it.
This child's life is hard, because he can't afford to pay the fine, and he has been hiding from the time he landed on the ground.
Under the bed, in the haystack, in the cupboard, in the box, in the jar, and even in the jar, he usually cried and cried, and when he tried to hide him, he was as quiet as air.
But Lao Zhang knew in his heart that no matter how big the paper was, it couldn't cover the fire, and now that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, it was even more troublesome.