Red Dust Wave 30

Red Dust Wave 30

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, it was still very bright.

　　Ling Xiao's left hand supported the grass mat, and his right hand caressed his father's dead branch-like left calf, and he sat himself obliquely on the edge of the bed, while staring at his father's dark face that showed endless pain in the tug-of-war and difficult panting, thin and skinny. Chun Xiang twisted the warm towel and scrubbed Uncle Ling's hands and face again, put a tile bowl of tea on the small square table, and instructed Ling Juan and Genxiu: "Xiao Lingjuan, when Uncle Ling coughs, the two of you, one to support Uncle Ling, one to quickly make tea for him to drink." We went to deliver the food and came back soon. If you cough really badly, you must hurry to call Uncle Qing. yes! ”

　　All the commune's public grain purchases must be picked up at the Daejeon Commune grain management office. In order to fulfill the public grain procurement tasks issued by the state without compromise, quality and quantity, and completely and smoothly, the Commune Revolutionary Committee arranged the timetable for the brigades and production teams to hand over the public grain purchases. Generally speaking, the brigades and production teams with a longer distance arrange to pay for public grain during the day; the brigades and production teams with a closer road arrange to pay for grain at night. The production team of the Virtual Waste Dam is only about three miles away from the grain management office, so it is more arranged to pick up public grain purchases at night. What is different from previous years is that this year's international situation is even more tense, and it is necessary to oppose US imperialism and taiwan, and at the same time be vigilant against Soviet revisionism. The Platon's training exercises and the great leader Chairman Mao's great call to "prepare for war and prepare for famine for the people" have made the members of the society aware of this tension. A few days ago, while watching a movie, Secretary Lai of the Daejeon Commune and other leaders held a mobilization meeting. Therefore, the enthusiasm of the majority of members to pay for public purchase of grain is very high.

　　After placing Uncle Ling, Chun Xiang crossed two flat burdens on both shoulders, carried two baskets, and Ling Xiao, who was behind him with his bare hands, walked towards the production team's warehouse.

　　The warehouse of the production team of the Virtual Waste Dam was personally presided over by Chen Songgen, the secretary of the brigade. The two-story mud building is almost as flat as the sunbathing flat, and the floor slabs are only slightly higher than the ground in the new house. The two rooms upstairs contain agricultural tools and miscellaneous items such as baskets, grain answers, plough rakes, shafts, dustpans, and buckets; the outer room is used as a conference room, and the open gate is connected with a cedar dry bridge and a stone masonry two meters high in the first left of the new house. Downstairs, two rooms, on the outside are barns. The most emblematic of Secretary Chen Songgen's ingenuity is the design of this barn. Nearly one meter above the ground, the moisture-proof floor is made of the stone of a waste tea pavilion as a pillar, and the strong fir beams are used to support the strong fir beams and lay thick fir boards, which are both resistant to heavy pressure and moisture and rats. Open in the slogan "Hold high the great red flag of Mao Zedong Thought and march forward courageously!" "The lower barn door has two layers: the inner layer is a movable fir board fastened in the wooden rail - the bottom cedar board opens a small opening of five inches square, after the bucket is installed, the tongue valve is lifted, and the grain in the barn passes through the bucket, and the golden waterfall generally flows automatically into the basket; the outer layer is a solid hidden door with a "butterfly shaft" and two large locks (the door is flat with the door frame). A slab in the middle of the upper floor opened a hole more than half a meter wide and nearly two meters long, through which the members poured the dried golden rice into the barn.

　　The warehouse was built a few years ago. At that time, the "Cultural Revolution" had not yet begun, and the "three years of difficulty" had passed: the days of the members were in a period of prosperity and happiness. In a society that has never existed in the long river of human history for thousands of years, and in such a period of prosperity and happiness, the members of the society are loaded with new concepts that their ancestors have never heard of, such as "people's communes", "collectivization", "cooperatives", "socialism", and "communism", and on the one hand, they are working hard for their own beautiful lives, and on the other hand, they are happy for their beautiful visions. The most memorable thing for the Void people is the scene of the day when the warehouse was built.

　　In the bright sunshine of the frosty day, Captain Chen Datian led Zhang Shicheng, Chen Yinhe and nailed rafters on the purlins, Secretary Chen Songgen led Chen Deqing Zhang Xingwang to sit on the rafters of the rows, Chen Hegen and The broad-mouthed old Zhang Led Zhang Zhengduo, Chen Baohua, Rong Xiu, and Huilian, who were still "half-laborers", were sorting out the tiles on the ground and loading them into the dustpans, and Zhang Youshui led the cattle-like strong man Wu Changgen was responsible for planting a thick fir on the ground and nailing a horse nail on the high part of the cedar. Tie the middle of a thin fir with a thick rope, the end of the thin fir tip hangs the object to be hoisted, and the end of the head is tied with a long thick rope, which is pulled by a strong man - hanging to the roof... Everyone is happy and funny on the one hand, and happy and funny on the other hand.

"The commune is an ivy, the members are all melons on the vine, the melons are connected to the vines, the vines hold the melons, the fatter the vines, the sweeter the melons, and the stronger the vines, the bigger the melons." Chen Yinhe, who straddled the two purlins diagonally, sawed the rafters with a saw on the one hand, and hummed while humming, "Hum hum

Like shouting slogans, the members of the club adopt the method of "two loud and middle 'Nanguo'": the place where the lyrics can be remembered is loud, the sound is small where the lyrics are not very certain, and the place where the song is not sung at all is hummed with "hum".

"Don't 'ahem'! Toothache just go home and call Silver and sister-in-law stew such a big duck egg for you to eat. Zhang Shicheng, who was not yet lame, with a smile on his face, like a child, drew a circle from small to infinitely enlarged, and his hands made a small circle from the front of his abdomen, slowly expanding to the sides, and finally paddling his two hands behind his ass, while saying loudly, "Hey! Secretary Matsune! You say, we have so many fields in our team, and now we are promoting the planting of two crops of rice, a warehouse, can hold so much grain? ”

　　"..."Secretary Matsugen, who was sitting across the rafters, hung a bath towel about a meter long around his neck, squeezed a few green tiles in his left hand, straightened up and leaned back slightly, grabbed the corner of the towel with his right hand, and wiped his forehead that looked polished in the bright sun, with a beautiful smile on his face.

　　"How big a snake is, how big a hole it is." Chen Yinhe grabbed the stubble, "The grain can't fit, so if we build another warehouse, we will be able to hold all the eggs." ”

　　"Hahahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

　　"Which one is talking about eggs?" Silver and his sister-in-law brought a basket of fried cakes and taro buns from the kitchen of the warehouse, and stood at the door of the house in the bright sun, holding a canopy on their backs and laughing at the roof. The knife-mouthed shrew who was carrying the basket ear behind Silver and his sister-in-law took a step forward, grabbed the stubble and said loudly: "Whoever specializes in egg affairs and does not work diligently, our fried cake will not let him eat it!" ”

"Hahahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter again.

　　"Silver and brother are talking about eggs," Chen Datian, who was not top of the egg, came as soon as he heard the egg, "Let the fried cake not let him eat it?" ”

　　"Hahahahaha!"

　　Silver and sister-in-law and knife-mouthed vixens carried a basket of fried cakes and taro buns to the side of the earthen crane, ready to lift the crane to the roof. Two cheeks curled inwards, the wide mouth opened, one turned, and squeezed a piece of fried cake: "As soon as it looks like it, it drools." The knife-mouthed shrew said" while saying, "Your one is behind", while going to grab the fried cake in the hands of the wide-mouthed old man; the wide-mouthed old man who always likes to smoke and lazy, as fast as a fox, sends the fried cake that looks like it is about to be taken away by the knife-mouthed vixen into his mouth, and then hangs the fried cake that has been bent for a month to the knife-mouthed vixen, with a drop of nasal water hanging under his nose, and his eyes are full of "if you want to take it".

　　"You 'Hoarders of the Tank!' (As many as you want to eat, you don't even think about the people who remain)" Silver and his sister-in-law propped their hands behind their backs, full of sneers, "The same as being released from prison!" ”

　　"Hey hey!" Wu Changgen, who was as strong as an ox, stepped forward with a few arrows, squeezed a piece of fried cake, wrapped it in his mouth, and said with a giggle, "Eat... Full... talent...... condole...... Hanging..." Wu Changgen said while stuttering with the fried cake, while quickly pulling the thick rope and hanging a basket of fried cakes and taro buns on the roof.

　　"Hanging..." The wide-mouthed old Man Zhang said while chewing the fried cake, "Where is the dick?" ...... The fat sister-in-law (Ye Xiulian) is here again, go to the stone wall to the dick! ”

　　"Wide mouth! Fat sister-in-law take shit stock (ass) you lick (lick)! Zhang Shicheng, who had a bad smile on his face, leaned down and smiled with a "giggle" on his face.

"Hahahahaha!" Everyone burst out laughing.

A joke may be a seed that lays the groundwork for the future of things. Hearing the word "fat sister-in-law", Wu Changgen glanced at the fat sister-in-law.

"Here comes the fried cake!" Ye Xiulian, who had not yet become a widow, bulged her chest that was about to burst, carried a basket of fried cakes and walked on the stone steps, vaguely heard everyone making fun of the "fat sister-in-law", suddenly blushed, stared at the wide mouth with her back to herself, but did not scold him, and then glanced at Wu Changgen, who was as strong as an ox, and caught the eyes of Wu Changgen, who just glanced at herself, and made a woman's shyness, squinting her eyes, and then turned her head sideways.

Knowing that the fat sister-in-law hooked the shy Wu Changgen, the seeds of lust were sown in his heart.

"Socialism is good, socialism is good!" The people of the socialist countries have a high status, the reactionaries have been overthrown, and imperialism has fled with its tail between its legs..."

　　The construction of warehouses by production teams is a gratifying thing in the virtual dam. On this day and Sunday, Yun hua led a group of little ghosts who had just read the first and second grades, full of silver, deep roots, and roots, playing the game of rolling iron rings, hopscotch, and kicking shuttlecocks in the sun valley plain, and it was frolicking and shouting, and the valley plain was full of festive liveliness. At this time, they smelled the aroma of fried cakes wafting over, and the saliva induced by the aroma in their throats muttered how to attract the attention of adults. I always like to get some crooked ideas of full silver, beckoning my friends in the valley to gather together: "Do you want to eat fragrant fried cakes?" ...... If we want to eat fragrant fried cakes, we will sing together and sing "Socialism is Good"..." Before Man Yin finished speaking, someone began to sing, "Socialism is good, socialism is good...", and then everyone continued to join, and finally became a loud chorus: "... The people of the socialist countries are in high status, the reactionaries are overthrown, and the imperialists have fled with their tails between their legs..." They sang in their mouths, but their eyes were stunned in the direction of the warehouse.

The adults who were resting and chewing fried cakes on the construction site of the warehouse were first shocked by the loud singing voices floating from the valley plain, and then they laughed at each other after recognizing the little devils' tricks: "Ah, the fried cakes are so fragrant!" "Wow, the fried cake is fragrant and crispy!" "Oh, such a fried cake,...... It makes people drool when they look at it! "Did you tell them to come over?" "Panic what! It's so good to hear, let them sing it a few more times! ”......

"The great unity of the people of the whole country has set off a climax of socialist construction, a climax of construction..." The little devils who did not receive the call of the adults continued to sing with their eyes.

"Yunhua, come here!" Yin and his sister-in-law couldn't help but laugh as they raised their hands to Sungu Ping, "If you want to eat fried cakes, come here!" ”

So, Man Yin nodded his head and led a group of little ghosts to fly over the field path. Everyone opened their two small hands to the sides of the body at fifteen degrees, like two small metal rods with electric repulsion in a physics experiment, and the body tilted with the centrifugal force of the bending of the path, one after another, like a train galloping.

　　The "idiot" who was poking an ant nest on a peach tree outside the eaves of Secretary Matsugen and by the side of the valley flat was scratching around at the chest, back, crotch, etc., while jumping behind the "train": "Ouch! ”

　　"Hahahahaha!" The adults burst out laughing, "Dude, look at the egg lump bite off!" "The egg lump doesn't dare to bite off." You spoil the ant nest, and at nighttime, the antwoman will go to your bed and make you a wife! ”

　　"What a sin!" Chen Hegen, who did not talk in a hurry, was heartbroken, "An ant nest is a home." They, like us, are building their homes. cough! ”

　　When Chun Xiang and Ling Xiao arrived at the warehouse, the warehouse door was already full of people delivering public grain, and everyone was holding baskets to pick up the golden waterfall-like grain flowing from the bucket of the warehouse, while carrying the grain to the captain, weighing the weight on the large pole scale hanging from the long rope hanging from the beam of the roof, while talking lively-

　　"Brother Datian," Wu Changgen said with a curly-style sneer as he picked up the grain on the bucket, "Hey hey, how much is the yield per mu this year?" Increase or decrease production? ”

　　"..."The captain and the stationed cadre, Teacher Nie, had a happy look on their faces.

　　"That's also to say, definitely increase production!" Mu yield to reach... Eight..." Zhang Shicheng, who was waiting to pick up the grain, stepped on the rim of the basket with one foot, and turned around as if he were the captain, with a very authoritative look, and the thumb and index finger of his right hand were compared to the "eight" character raised above his head, "Eight hundred pounds!" ”

　　"Eight hundred? The mouth is bigger than the 'broad mouth'. The crowd was cluttered with ridicule, "Eight hundred is not much." When the Great Leap Forward, he could reach two thousand pounds! ”

　　"Comrades!" Teacher Nie, who was holding a paper to count the numbers, raised his right hand holding the pen and smiled happily, "This time, Old Brother Shicheng really doesn't have a big mouth." We have already estimated the yield, and the yield is more than 800 per mu! ”

　　"Ah!" "More than eight hundred acres!" "Sigh, eight hundred!" ...... The crowd was full of surprises.

　　"Hey! captain! How many public grain purchase tasks are there this year? The wide-mouthed old man sitting on the basket on the periphery of the crowd smoking asked.

　　"Thirty grains each for public grain and grain purchases."

　　Zhengduo, Lao Bao, and Baohua, who had already called Guzi, were smoking while waiting for the inconvenient Chunxiang and Rongxiu to connect with them. "Prepare for war and prepare for the people!" Seeing Chun Xiang and Ling Xiao coming, the old man was ready to pick up Ling Xiao's basket, and as he walked towards Chun Xiang, he turned his head back, "Hand it over to the country, how much should it be!" ”

　　"..."The old slut's words were too Marxist, and the crowd choked for a moment.

　　"Brother Daejeon!" Chen Yin and Clever, starting from another conversation, said, "You said that only after paying the public purchase of grain can you issue the August rations." After delivering the grain purchased by the public tonight, when will the August ration be distributed? ”

　　"First the state, then the collective." After handing over the public grain purchase, tomorrow I will..."

　　Eh, dead old, how do you cut in line! Zhang Shicheng saw that the old man was holding a basket in each hand, and he cut into the line to pick up the grain in front of him, pulled down his long face, and did not wait for the captain to finish speaking, and said angrily.

　　"'Eh' what!" Knowing that everyone liked and cared for Ling Xiao, the old, as if he had received the holy will, overbearingly cut into the queue, and said domineeringly, Whose basket is this, this is Ling Xiao's basket! ”

　　"Old slut!" Ling Xiao apologized, "You? ”

　　"Xiao Ling!" Zhang Shicheng's long face immediately lifted up, and he smiled happily and went to pick up Ling Xiao's other basket.

　　Old, said the captain hurriedly, two and a half baskets. ”

　　"..."The old man did not take the captain's words, and with a look of "this is still what you said", he pinched the rim of the basket on both sides, and brought the basket containing half a rice grain to the edge of his basket, and then folded his hands together, holding the grain in the Ling Xiao basket into his own, Zhengduo, and Baohua's basket.

　　The grain management office of Daejeon Commune is located in a small hill nest on the inner side of the street. In order to meet the huge contingent of the production team of the Virtual Waste Dam handing over the public grain purchase, the two thick fir gates on the green brick doorposts facing the street of the grain management office were open. Inside the gate is a square courtyard shaded with several lush poplar trees, and along all four sides of the courtyard are one-story green brick tile roof bungalows, or offices, or dormitories, or rice warehouses. The box office with a small window with a half-meter square when buying rice noodles for the public officials who "eat horse food" (eating public grain) is on the left side of the gate; the large warehouse where the grain is stored by the commune is located on the hill behind the empty two flat rooms on the right.

　　In the space of the two flat rooms on the right side of the square courtyard is a fir pole. Under the dim light of the street lamp like "tea tree mushroom" hanging upside down from the telephone pole, the accountant Zhang Youshui stood at the "Yellow Lame Man" of the grain management office sitting at the desk of the black paint two buckets (the accountant of the grain management office. Because the right foot is a prosthetic leg below the knee, walking slightly limp, hence the name), behind the "monitoring" of the yellow lame man to register the number reported from the scaler -

　　"One hundred and nine, one hundred and one pounds for peeling (basket weight, calculated at eight pounds per quintal)."

　　"One hundred and one." Huang Lame wrote "101" on the red line material paper while whispering.

　　……

　　"Forty-three," the scaler who did not look up at the grain delivery man looked at Ling Xiao, who had no "vain qi" at all, "peeled thirty-five pounds." ”

　　In the amazed eyes of the scaler and the yellow lame man, Ling Xiao showed a bit of shame, and provoked Gu Zi to follow the old man to the empty hill bag.

　　Seeing that Ling Xiao Monkey was generally carrying a handful of millet behind the old, Chun Xiang wanted to help Ling Xiao pick up the grain into the warehouse, so he put his unweight basket outside the queue waiting for the weighing, and covered his HuLu's laughter by wiping the sweat on his forehead with his hand, and quietly followed Ling Xiao for a while. "Haruka sister-in-law!" Playful will even see Chun Xiang and hurt Ling Xiao and dare not generously help Ling Xiao pick up the embarrassing situation of the grain, deliberately which pot does not open which pot to say loudly, "You are going to go to the back of the barren mountain to pee!" The toilet is over there! "People are like a steamed bun that has just come out of the cage," the spicy-like Xiu Mei God will be connected to the mind, taking over the stubble, "you don't know the heartache, you will even know the heartache!" "Hahahahaha!" After everyone had picked it like this, Chun Xiang was really embarrassed to pick Ling Xiao's burden, so she had to tail Ling Xiao all the way.

　　"Wow! Such a large warehouse, bigger than a basketball court! Ling Xiao followed the old man, rubbed the green brick steps of more than twenty steps outside the eaves of the warehouse, stepped into a opposing gate, saw the huge volume of the warehouse of the grain management office, and screamed in his heart. Looking at the old man carrying a hundred pounds of grain, walking leisurely on the overpass of the cedar beam horizontal board, as if sitting in a car to enjoy the scene, Ling Xiao's feet were like crawling ants, itching and did not dare to move.

　　As soon as the old man turned around, he saw Ling Xiao's panicked expression, and became more and more energetic, deliberately shaking the overpass into the river and the sea.

　　"Dead old slut!" Chun Xiang smiled and scolded the old, revealing a row of white teeth while hurrying to take over Ling Xiao's burden.

　　"Hahahahaha!" The old man smiled happily as he hurriedly poured the grain into the golden "sand dune" under the overpass. He originally planned to scare Ling Xiao, and then help Ling Xiao pick up the grain on the overpass to fall. Now seeing that Chun xiang had come to help Ling Xiao, he quickly walked out of the warehouse and walked towards the mountain bag, trying to help Chun Xiang pick up the grain. When he walked to the scale, he saw that Baohua was picking up the grain of Chunxiang on the scale, so he did not say a word, snatched the flat burden from Baohua's hand, picked up the grain and walked radially to the mountain bag.

　　Chun Xiang, while pouring a pitiful little grain in Ling Xiao's basket down the overpass, looked at Ling Xiao of "Good Wood" (very stupid) with pity and amusement, and suddenly remembered that his grain was not yet weighed, so he quickly picked up the empty basket and rubbed it over the tree-like Ling Xiao chest and walked out: "Good wood! Ling Xiao chewed on Chunxiang's "good wood" smile and scolding beautifully, while following Chunxiang out of the warehouse, he saw the people who carried the burden up the stairs one after another, standing on the platform at the top of the stairs, looking down at this one after another picking grain team, thinking of the scene of ants moving.

　　"There are lights at the box office, what the hell is going on." The old man led Ling Xiao, Zheng Duo, Baohua, Chun Xiang, Rong Xiu, and Huilian to the gate of the grain management office, saw the glass window full of spider silk and mud at the box office with lights, and carried the basket on his left shoulder, and pasted the thin brain shell with the "twin head" (the common name for flat head at that time) to the glass window, while saying.

　　"What the hell?" Baohua's left hand crossed five fingers and a rake on his head, "Definitely go through the back door to buy white noodles!" ”

　　"Snap!" With the sound of the pull-wire switch, the lights in the box office suddenly went out.

　　"Fuck! We rushed to send public grain purchases, only thinking that we were 'preparing for war and preparing for famine', but we thought of raising these 'eating rice in the fields and beating back hands'! Baohua, whose hair was combed and his head was wide open, breathed and lowered his voice, "Let's hide at the door, and when he comes out, surround him and see what he bought when he goes through the back door!" ”

　　Feeling that the person who sent the public grain had left, Wu Shang led Wei Hongbing, who was carrying a flour bag containing five kilograms of noodles, and walked out of the box office like a thief. As soon as they stepped out of the gate, the old and Baohua who were hiding on both sides of the gate suddenly jumped up, and Ling Xiao, Zheng Duo, Chun Xiang, Rong Xiu, and Hui Lian, who were hiding in the shade of the trees across the main road, suddenly surrounded them, and a group of people spread out the bamboo and wood flat burdens carrying the basket and blocked Wu Shang and Wei Hongbing.

　　"Look what's in your bag!" At night, Baohua, who could not clearly identify Wu Shang and Wei Hongbing, looked like "I caught you here and saw what else you have to say."

　　"Gee, isn't that a lot!" In a panic, Wei Hong's mutinous face was generally replaced by a face full of smiles.

"Oops, this is not Ling Xiao!" Wu Shang, who was wearing a watch with short sleeves and a tender white arm, took a few steps and enthusiastically clasped Ling Xiao's right hand with both hands, "We came to the grain control office precisely to wait for you, to tell you the good news: The secretary of the commune Lai thinks that you are a talented and good 'zhiqing', and decided to let you serve as a 'private teacher' and go to Datian Primary School for classes!" In two days, you will be at Daejeon Elementary School for the summer teachers' study! ”

　　Watching Ling Xiao shake hands with Wu Shang while picking up the basket, Chun Xiang silently wrapped the flat burden on Ling Xiao's left shoulder onto his shoulder. The incomparably clever old slut, in front of the void people, when he heard that Wu Shang, who wore a watch with white short sleeves and tender white arms, was to tell Ling Xiao the good news of becoming a private teacher, he was deeply ashamed that he had just offended Wu Shang, and he was even more afraid that his offense almost ruined Ling Xiao's good deeds, and suddenly the turtle shrank his head and turned to hide aside; when he saw Chun Xiang take Ling Xiao's flat burden on her shoulder, he suddenly felt that he had a place to use again, and he did not say a word, and went straight to Chun Xiang's shoulder to take the flat burden, and then untied the rope, and folded Ling Xiao's basket on his own basket. Then he carried the four baskets of stacked arhats, held the extra flat burden in his hand, and quietly tailed behind him.

　　"Thank you Officer!" Ling Xiao also shook Wu Shang's hand with both hands, "Thank you Secretary Lai!" ”

　　"Oops, the water washed away the Dragon King Temple." Baohua was not like the old slut, who shrunk his head to the turtle, and Ling Xiao walked towards the street with Wu Shang and Wei Hongbing on both sides, with a kind of glory of getting along with the tall people, and his left hand was a rake on his head, "Just now... Ha ha...... In the future, there will be more empty dams..."

When he arrived at the entrance of the restaurant, Wu Shang put on the street lamp, put his left hand wearing the "Shanghai" watch above his head, and then suddenly retracted it, bringing the watch closer to his eyes: "It's almost nine o'clock, let's go first." In the future, when you have time, you must come to the void dam more. After saying that, he waved his hand and led Wei Hongbing, who was carrying a bag of flour, toward the commune.

"Everyone said, let Ling Xiao invite us to eat shredded meat soup today, okay?" As soon as Wu Shang and Wei Hongbing left, the old man immediately turned into a Sun Monkey who had broken free from the oppression of the Five Elements Mountain, striding several times to Ling Xiao's side and saying loudly with a thick neck.

"Good!" The rectum-fast-mouthed will even hurriedly shake, "I have never been to a restaurant, and I don't know what the broth looks like." Ling Xiao, today, you will take us to open the foreign meat. ”

"Go! Eat shredded broth and go! Ling Xiao, who heard the good news of being a private teacher, was about to beckon everyone into the restaurant to eat shredded meat soup, but saw a quarrel at the entrance of the restaurant.

"The money for the bowl of meat soup in the spring has not been repaid, and this time on credit, it has already been owed to four cents!" Taking advantage of the opportunity of Wu Changgen and Zhang Shicheng handing over money at the two buckets of natural fir wood tables in the restaurant, the broad-mouthed old Zhang sneaked out of the store and picked the basket to go, the "fat woman" accountant of the restaurant, holding the two pickled vegetable dry two-dime paper tickets that Wu Changgen and Zhang Shicheng had just handed over, hurriedly chased them out, and grabbed the rope of the basket that the broad-mouthed old Zhang had already picked on his shoulder with his right hand, "Today, there is money to pay, and there is no money to leave the basket!" ”

"Asking for money is a slug," the wide-mouthed old Man Zhang looked like he was not afraid of boiling water, nor did he go to earn the rope, picking a basket and stunned there, "there is an egg." ”

Ling Xiao, who is not yet familiar with the sophistication of the riverbed, looks at the wolf-like appearance of the wide-mouthed old Zhang and wants to pay for the broad-mouthed old Zhang, but is pulled by Baohua and the old. Baohua tilted his right hand obliquely, stretched out his palm with five fingers outstretched, and whispered to Ling Xiao: "As the saying goes, 'A hero who is not afraid of a debt, is only afraid of a real poverty who is in debt'." There is no lump of wide-mouthed old fart, and fat women can't get money. Besides, a person like Lao Zhang, who has a wide mouth, knows nothing but eating, you paid him back today, tomorrow, he will owe it again, and he will have to come over! ”

"Old Zhang, the restaurant belongs to the people's commune, and it is not our personal, how can we owe it on credit?" Next time, you have to pay off the debt before you can eat the broth. ...... Once the accountant, let him go. Director Ma, who was in charge of the restaurant, hurriedly came out of the store, persuaded the dispute to be dispersed, and when the broad-mouthed lao Zhang and Zhang Shicheng walked out of a section, they said to the fat woman Zeng Accountant, "People have a vine, where can they ask for money." The next time, he didn't pay the debt first, and told him that there was no shredded broth. ”

"Fat accountant! Wide mouth is not afraid of you leaving his basket. Stepping out of more than ten meters, Zhang Shicheng turned around and laughed at the fat woman and said loudly. Wu Changgen smiled and continued, "If you leave the broad-mouthed man behind, he will definitely be frightened and shrink into his stomach!" ”

"Giggles... Hahahahaha..." Zhang Shicheng, Wu Changgen and the wide-mouthed old Zhang Laughed and wiped their mouths with their hands as they walked towards the Void Dam.

As soon as Zhang Shicheng left, when the old man was about to take everyone into the restaurant, he saw the electric light of the restaurant flash three times: "Let's eat an egg!" Lights out! ”

The lights went out on Daejeon Street and became clear. The moon, which was almost half a string, had just reached out of the highest peak of tongtianzhai in the distance, the Mandarin Duck Turtle, and the clear moonlight illuminated the restaurants, the shops on the side of the department store and the streets. The street is half light and half dark, and at the center is a jagged yin-yang line. Under the moonlight, the streets only saw some brick pillars, single or double wooden doors, closed glass windows, and one or two fir poles that looked very lonely, except for the old and the poor, and there was no one left. A black dog curled up next to the door of the agricultural materials store in the moon shade was disturbed by the old and their gang, and suddenly crossed the street, from the empty space on the south side of the front to the street, but it surprised the old.

"Eh! Where's the going? As soon as the old man turned around, he didn't see Zhang Zhengduo, and he exclaimed.

"Positive! Whoops... You also want to find Zhengduo! Baohua, who was holding Ling Xiao and in the middle with the old, did not turn his head back, and the five fingers of his left hand rake from the back of the sliding brain door, Just don't see it? Mo Mo (Rong Xiu's nickname, because he does not speak much, face to face, and does not compete with people) huh? Whoops... Surely hide somewhere to kiss the mouth! ”

Ling Xiao, who was wearing a white shirt wearing Chairman Mao's portrait in his pants, turned around, and sure enough, he did not see Zheng duo and Rong Xiu, but he saw chunxiang that would be connected and followed behind him in a positive vein, reflecting the moonlight, like Venus, and his eyes were shining like a mountain spring. Suddenly, he was captured by Haruka, and sensing that Zhengta and Rongxiu were "hiding somewhere to kiss", the human instinctive emotions that had accumulated over the past few months but were suppressed by the worldly ropes were activated instantly, and the electric light was like a fire, a stream of heat rushed into his chest, and his heart fluttered out of rhythm.

"Masato and Rongxiu, when you greet the military officer, they slipped away!" It will even make your throat so clear.

"This eagle (yin)!" The old, with a little jealousy, said, Lighting a fire is a person, blowing out the lamp is a ghost! ”

Next, Ling Xiao fell into a peach-colored atmosphere, and subconsciously followed the old, Baohua, and came to the empty place on the side of the South Grocery Store. The space on the side of the South Miscellaneous Shop is the intersection of Huangni Road, which connects Daejeon Street and Daejeon Elementary School, and ling Xiao walked through it once when he took his sister to register. At the intersection, the old man saw that there was still a fire in the boiler factory of the comprehensive factory, so he led everyone to the boiler factory. The boiler factory of the comprehensive plant specially casts pig iron balls that look like lead balls, and the iron furnace cannot be extinguished day and night when the iron furnace is on fire.

"Ling Xiao." The old man led the way in front, gently summoned Ling Xiao behind him, and when he saw no reply, he shouted loudly, "Ling Xiao! ”

"Eh!" Ling Xiao was shocked and replied briefly. "Wow—" Chun Xiang, who was aware of Ling Xiao's feelings, laughed for a while. "What's funny, Sister Chunxiang?" The Huilian behind Chunxiang has long been the age of heart ripples, knowing the "communication" induction between Chunxiang and Ling Xiao in "Heart has a spirit rhinoceros", but deliberately pretending to be tender.

"Bauer's uncle is in the boiler factory. If we're lucky, we'll be able to eat dog meat again. "Last year, Baohua and I went to the street to watch a movie, and halfway through, we came to the boiler factory, and Baohua's uncle and the boiler factory people were eating dog meat around the big washbasin. - Oops, what a chunk of dog meat! The old slut's throat knot subconsciously picked up and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "One lump and one lump, spray incense!" ”

"Yay! One lump after another! You know me an egg! Baohua thought that his uncle was his, and the pleasure of eating dog meat should be shown off by him, and when it was not his turn to rap the old slut, he angrily interrupted the old slut's words, "When they were in the morning, they used a rice ball to lead a large yellow dog who was carrying a dog cub to a utility room in the boiler factory, and suddenly closed the door,......" Baohua also couldn't help but take a sip of water from his throat, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and continued: "Slowly, a man hid outside the door, opened a slit, and when the panicked big yellow dog sneaked out, he suddenly closed the door. Just stuck in the neck of the big yellow dog. —— This method is best to steal someone else's dog to eat! The dog's neck was stuck, and it couldn't bark and bark; it was going to be heard, haha... The big yellow dog was pregnant with a puppy cub that was about to give birth, with a round belly, and couldn't bark and bark, but just struggled for a while, and it didn't take long to lose his temper. ...... Listen to my uncle, they cut out six from the dog's belly... Six puppies all covered in black hair. My uncle said that the corners of the big yellow dog's eyes were all wet with tears, and he was still open when he died..."

"Boiler factory is best to stew dog meat to eat!" Large chunks of dog meat, packed into a large aluminum washbasin, put in orange peel star anise oil, salt sauce and vinegar, and then taken to the boiler,...... The fire is so big, less than an hour, wrapping your bones is bone, meat is meat... When the old was talking about the smell of dog meat, he was suddenly attracted by a large watermelon on the side of the road, he hurriedly turned around, bypassed Ling Xiao and handed the basket to Baohua, You take everyone away, wait for me at the food station. ”

"Old slut!" Ling Xiao, who had been silently listening to Baohua and Lao Xiao telling the story of dog meat with his mouth full of incense, saw the old slut's posture of rolling up his sleeves and sharply stopped, "We don't do this thing of stealing chickens and touching dogs!" In the past few months of getting along, the old feel that Ling Xiao is a very Sven and easy-going person. Today, he appreciated Ling Xiao's rigidity, firmness, and the outstretched hand was deterred by Ling Xiao's sharp rebuke, and he touched the cannon and retracted it.

"Ling Xiao said it well! We are upright seven-foot men, and we will never do this kind of stealing chickens and dogs. "When Baohua was angry, he was like a lion, good and evil, and his heart was clear.

"I... I..." The old slut, who is a decent man, is a bit of a man of inferiority, but he never does anything about stealing chickens and dogs; today he just wants to show his magic in front of Ling Xiao, but he is unexpectedly misunderstood, and he wants to defend himself and cannot make sense.

"Catch the thief!" Catch the thief! "Grassroots militiamen, give me a rush!" "Raise your hand and don't kill!" ...... Under the leadership of the militia platoon leader, dozens of people of the energetic production team at the foot of the street formed a three-sided encirclement formation, shouting like a landslide on one side, and surrounding the watermelon field under the boiler factory on the other.

"Hurry back!" fast! The old, who was originally the leader, quickly turned around, and he thought that it was they who wanted to catch the production team with full vigor. Never seen such a battle, he turned around and pulled his leg and ran, almost crying in fear. Chun Xiang was also so frightened that she almost ran, but she immediately calmed down, and the thought that suddenly flashed in her mind was that she could not let this matter affect Ling Xiao, and she could not make him a private teacher. Ling Xiao was first shocked by this battle, and when he heard that he had "caught the thief", he calmed down. "Can't run! Come back soon! Baohua saw that Huilian turned around and pulled his leg and ran, and hurriedly stopped Huilian, "When you run, it is not just proof that you stole watermelon." Go, continue to the boiler factory, everyone must be natural. ”

After a while, Baohua felt that the thieves that the production team wanted to catch were not them, so he suddenly realized: "It is really 'being a thief, calming down and being alarmed'." What they want to arrest is not us at all, but the gang of 'Zhiqing' who knows the green dots. ”

Ling Xiao had heard Baohua and Lao Bao tell that there was a 'Zhiqing Point' on the orange slope next to the forest farm of Datian Commune, and there were thirty men and women from Ganzhou City. They arrived at Daejeon Commune a month or two earlier. When I first came to that month, everyone was full of vigor and high morale, and there was a kind of ambition and pride in "broad world" and "great achievement". After the passion burned, gradually, they grinded windmills on the landscape grass wood chicken duck cow dog radish turnip cabbage stone here... Losing the novel joy of the moment, decadence spread out among them. Now, during the day, apart from the passive and sluggish labor, they are basically human-like; but at night, they do everything to steal chickens and dogs. When they came to Daejeon Commune, it was as if the heavenly immortals had descended to mortal dust, and the big and small "officials" and "long" had to protect him, and the local folk rules could not reach him. Tonight, the production team with all the energy to catch the thieves, why surround the formation on three sides, is that they do not want to catch them at all, but just want to scare them away, because if they are caught, they will not be able to help them, but they will not know how to round the field.

"Withdraw!" In the moonlight, Ling Xiao saw a scene in the "tunnel warfare", the five or six Zhiqing who were originally creeping in the melon vine, as soon as they heard the order, as if they had come out of the ground, and the ghostly leaped and disappeared into the citrus forest not far away; dozens of people of the production team gathered together to the five or six Zhiqing creeping over the melon field, while muttering "did not steal the watermelon" "This watermelon's ears and ears (Guati) are torn off", while carrying flat shoulders, bamboo bars, grass rakes, and mesh claws to their shoulders; the basic militia with rifles, Turning his back to the moonlight, the inverted bayonet stabbed a ray of cold light towards Ling Xiao's side.

The old man led everyone to the gate of the boiler factory, and saw that the wooden fence gate of the boiler factory was crookedly closed. Everyone approached the wooden fence to look around, and did not see the lively scene of stewing dog meat, only to see that the big iron stove in the boiler factory was burning, mars sandwiched in smoke, with the cracking sound of "popping" jumped into the night sky under the bright moon, and the Zhejiang Yankee who was on duty forty years old was lying on the bamboo reclining chair in the courtyard, his legs were bent in the chair, and his right hand grabbed a cracked pu fan across his waist and abdomen, while snoring lightly.

"Eggs are all in the air (licking)." The old led everyone back, Go! ”

When they walked back to the food station, they saw the light of a kerosene lamp in the wooden window facing the street of the food station, and the old crossed the ditch and looked in against the window ledge. This was the slaughterhouse of the food station: a large fire brick stove with only one large cauldron sat in the corner of the house, and the six mules, who were specially responsible for killing pigs and selling meat, were crouching and adding wood to the stove; a large black pig weighing nearly two hundred pounds, without any fear of dying, leisurely arched around on the brick floor; a board table nearly a foot thick, isolated in the middle of the room, and on its left outer ground was a shaved bed made of four or five thick wooden boards.

"In the past, when I was in Ganzhou, my father bought meat and came home." Ling Xiao curiously followed the old to the slaughterhouse, and suddenly realized that there are many things in life that look very natural, but in fact, there is a set of mechanisms hidden behind them, so he asked the old, Old, how can I buy pork? ”

"Come here." Bao Hua raised his right hand to greet Ling Xiao and said, "The old slut's explanation is not understood, I will say." ...... First, let's talk about how the pigs at this food station came to be. We are socialism, and socialism is that everything has a plan. At the beginning of each year, or at the end of the first year, the superiors will give us indicators, for example, how many hair pigs should be raised by the production team with full vigor, how many hair pigs should be raised by the upstream production team, how many hair pigs should be raised by the production team that made up their minds and eliminated all difficulties, and how many hair pigs should be raised by our virtual dam. ......”

"We raise nearly twenty pigs a year in the Dam." Still Baohua and Lao Bao clamped down on Ling Xiao, Chun Xiang and Huilian in the formation behind, and everyone walked towards the Void Dam while listening to Bao Huakuo talk about "socialism" and "planning", Lao Hui interjected.

"Listen to me!" BaoHua was so angry that his neck was full of green tendons, and his five fingers hurriedly rake on the brain skin, and he rebuked, "What do you hit!" ”

"Wow—" "Hee-hee—" Looking at Baohua's annoyed look, Haruka and Hui would even eat and laugh.

"Where did you say that?" ...... Ling Xiao, take a 'fragrant leaf' to smoke. Bauer continued as he lit a cigarette with a match, "... Oh, these up-and-up pigs have to be raised layer by layer, up to the county, up to the region, up to the province, up to Beijing, up to the People's Liberation Army. After completing these layers of upward adjustment tasks, the rest were killed on this Datian Street. ...... You just said how to buy pork,—— eh, the moon is so good, we are sitting here and talking. ......”

They sat down on a cliff rock by the river: Lao Xiao sat on the cliff edge of the river like a restless monkey; Ling Xiao and Baohua sat side by side on a raised stone bag behind them; Chun Xiang's two elbows cushioned her legs, her wrists pressed close to her palms, like two freshly unearthed bean sprouts, holding the two cheeks of flesh and flesh, and the pulse sat on the left back of Ling Xiao, clear eyes, like a magical spring, two blue glows, Ling Xiao just like the Tang monk in "Journey to the West", obediently flew into her magnificent "Cuckoo"; the beautiful and well-behaved Huilian, His hands overlapped on Chun Xiang's left shoulder, and he pressed his chin to the back of his tender white hand, his clear eyes, looking at the night sky out of his mind.

The moon is approaching the middle of the sky. The rising light fog envelops the Qinjiang River, the Taoyuan-like virtual dam, and the dissolved moonlight. An old camphor tree like a cool umbrella, with bare roots bent and branches, like an elder who is accustomed to watching the spring moon and autumn breeze, stands quietly behind them, with a giant arm-like cross, crossing the road leading to Datian Street and plunging straight into the river. The misty river water, in the rhythm of "snapping, snapping", gently kissed the cliffs and rocks on the riverbank.

"How can I buy pork?" Ordinary people still want to buy pork! Baohua gently spat out a puff of smoke, "Now everything needs a ticket, buying cloth requires cloth tickets, buying noodles requires food stamps, and buying meat requires meat tickets." Cloth tickets can receive one foot and two feet ,...... per person per year"

"Shake and shake, weave the cloth, weave it to a foot and two feet of cloth, make a shirt and make pants." The old, with his hands on his knees, looked up at the moon, spat out smoke, and sang a false nursery rhyme.

Dead old, don't fight! Baohua angrily stopped the old, The meat ticket will have to be raised to the family of the pig, in order to receive twelve or three pounds of meat tickets, and the food stamps will not be seen by our people at all. ...... Think of buying pork at a food station! Don't say that we ordinary people can't buy pork, that is, you are a teacher, not a private teacher, a public teacher, and a 'stinky old nine still want to eat meat?' This is what the six mules of the food station said to the teacher in charge of food at Daejeon Elementary School. ...... Ling Xiao, you are not better than us, your future is immeasurable, you have become a private teacher, but also to perform well, and strive to serve the country's 'iron rice bowl', at that time, do not say that you want to eat meat, you can also ride a phoenix bicycle, wear a 'Shanghai' watch,...... hum! ”

"Hmmm... Well..." Ling Xiao's sleeved hands hugged his bent right leg, and while responding to Baohua's broad argument, he looked up at the dissolved moon on the face of a handsome face that the void people did not have, and at the same time projected a not-so-logical picture in his mind: a golden and brilliant avenue stretched out from under his feet to the distance... In the glory, he wears a white shirt with liberation pants, a white bright watch on his left wrist, and a phoenix bicycle with his hands, and he is strolling on the wide avenue with a lark-like Avon next to him... Avon! Lai Yafang is like a lily at the edge of the cliff, swaying lightly in the splendor... Mountain spring-like shining eyes, white face, flesh and flesh, spring fragrance Venus- like, lying flat in the blooming neon-like flowers of the golden rooster chrysanthemum, the eyes of Yingying, full of affection, looking at themselves... The elegance of the lark lily, the spring fragrance of the fleshy flesh of the white face, alternately appeared, like a flying wheel...

Ling Xiao involuntarily turned his head and saw that Chun Xiang was running out to him...

"Xiao Ling——...... Bauer ——...... Old slut—" Old Willow shouted from the side of the ferry.

Hey—here we come— The old, standing up suddenly, folded his hands as a trumpet, answered the ferry, and urged everyone, Go! Old Willow was waiting for us. ”

"Hey—XiaoLing!" At the edge of the ferry, Lao Liu stood dreamily at the stern of the boat, watching Ling Xiao and them coming, and shouted affectionately, Every boat person, as long as they don't hear the old slut's loudspeaker, I know that the old hasn't returned, and the old slut's not returned, I know that Xiao Ling and Baohua must not have returned. ”

"Oops," Ling Xiao was full of apologies, "Old Willow, you are still on the boat so late." ”

As soon as the old man got on the boat, he took Old Willow's penny and went to turn the bow of the boat.

"Haha!" Old Willow, wearing only a pair of pants, like a cave man on the top of the mountain, handed the penny to the old, and walked toward the bow of the boat, while turning back, What is guarding the boat; the boat is my home, and the boat is also my bed! ”

In the hazy moonlight, the old penny against the riverbank, with a force, the old willow's boat is like a lotus petal on the surface of the river, in the light wind, towards the other shore, towards the void, towards the depths of the years...