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Early this morning, I just got out of bed. Today, I plan to go to the county town to buy a few new clothes. Er Dai has been naked since he arrived, and although it's not pleasant to look at him, he's taller than me and has a better figure. He always wears my clothes, which don't fit him well. Moreover, with his kind of person, I don't dare let him go out on the street. Who knows, maybe he won't even be able to buy clothes without losing himself.
I was holding a bowl of porridge and teasing the dog in the yard, this stupid thing looked at me and ran away, just like it had seen a plague god. I was about to corner it against the wall when the gate creaked open.
"Bang, bang, bang"
Who is so diligent at this early hour, I think it must be someone coming to find my father. As soon as I opened the gate, I took a look and almost choked on the porridge in my mouth. That porridge was scalding hot, and suddenly my throat felt like several knives had been inserted halfway down, sliding all the way down from my throat to my esophagus. The feeling was simply unbearable. I slowly squatted down by the gate, probably looking absolutely terrible.
"Brother, what are you doing?!"
In front of me was a girl wearing mourning clothes, with a hemp cloth wrapped around her head. The girl's eyes were red and swollen, and there were tear stains all over her cheeks, but this couldn't hide the pure nature that still shone through on her body - she was quite a pretty young woman. When the girl saw me pouring congee out of my bowl, she came to help me, I pinched my own neck with one hand and waved the other hand holding the rice bowl repeatedly, how could I possibly talk to you now? I should just be scalded to death!
I think she noticed that something was wrong with me, because by then I had already started suffocating, and the high temperature in my esophagus made my whole face suddenly turn bright red. The girl didn't come in, but shouted from outside the door: "Is anyone there? Come quickly! Someone is choking here!"
After shouting, my dad and Cha Wenbin brought out that dog. I reckon it was the first time in his life to see someone choked by porridge. He quickly got me a bowl of cold water, and after drinking several big mouthfuls, I finally caught my breath.
You're giving me a big show this early, my heart is burning with anger. Where did you learn to dress like that and come knocking on doors? Isn't this intentionally trying to get under my skin?! I shoved the bowl into Cha Wenbin's arms and turned to that girl saying: "Which family are you from? Don't you understand etiquette? Wearing mourning clothes and running to my house, what's your intention? This early in the morning, is it intentional?"
She was taken aback by my shout, and she quickly retreated a few steps after checking herself out. I guess she also realized that wearing this outfit wasn't quite right. Rural people are very particular about these things. After I said that, her face turned bright red and she gave me a 90-degree bow, saying: "Brother, sorry, sorry, I really...I was in a hurry when I came out, really sorry." As she spoke, she started crying.
"Hey, why is this girl dressed like that?" Just then my mom also came over and took a look at the scene. She quickly pulled the girl's hand and said: "Don't cry, it's so unlucky. If you've encountered something, just say it, we'll help if we can. Come on, come inside first."
That girl was quite stubborn, my mom pulled her and she shook her hand instead, then surprisingly knelt down, wiped away a tear with her hand and said: "Uncle, Auntie, I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble, I really didn't mean to, young and ignorant, please forgive me."
My father and mother exchanged a glance, my mother hurried to help her up. Who wouldn't feel distressed seeing such a girl? Besides, the girl looked like a weak woman. Unexpectedly, the girl refused again: "Auntie, I won't go in, afraid of bringing bad luck to your family. I'm here to find someone."
My mother helped her up and said: "Speak slowly, don't kneel down, we can't bear it either. Who are you looking for?"
The girl looked at my father and said: "I'm looking for a Taoist priest with the surname Cha, is that you?"
"Pffft" a mouthful of porridge sprayed out of my dad's mouth, and beside him, Cha Wenbin weakly said: "Am I that old......"
This girl is Pin Fei, Pin Xiao's sister. She came to my house early in the morning and made a big fuss. What kind of person is Cha Wenbin? Don't mention this lovely girl coming to ask for help, even if it were Old Wang from next door, he would still be willing to listen. He's a good-for-nothing who only cares about helping ordinary people with their needs. I even joked with him at the time, "Why don't you join the party?" Of course, the organization would never accept someone like him with his religious beliefs.
It turns out that Guan Xiao and I were classmates, and when her body was discovered, I was also present. The reputation of Guan's eldest daughter is well-known in our local area, and everyone gossips about her miserable fate behind her back. Since Cha Wenbin went, I followed him to see if I could help with anything. Of course, the second one was also dragged along by me to do hard labor, but this time he unexpectedly agreed.
The Wang family lives in Shang'an Village, which is also seven or eight miles away from us. This girl had been walking since early morning, and the four of us - three men and one woman - walked along the road with many people pointing and whispering to each other about a young woman wearing mourning clothes following behind three men. Those who knew what was going on understood that we were on our way to invite a Taoist priest, while those who didn't know had no idea what was happening.
When I arrived at her home, my heart skipped a beat. I had heard before that the family situation was not very good, but I didn't expect it to be like this. After liberation, there were three villages: Shang'an Village, Hong Village, and Xia'an Village. We all belonged to the same commune and were managed by the same large team. Later, when the land was divided among households, the population increased, and the three villages were re-divided again. At that time, the commune had a collective farm, and livestock were centrally managed, which fell in Shang'an Village because it was located in the middle of the three villages. There, the commune built a large courtyard and a row of houses to raise cattle, actually just a cowshed, with walls made of yellow mud or straw, and a thatched roof that couldn't be inhabited by humans at all.
After the commune was dissolved, this house became a collective asset of the village. The Guan family were outsiders who had fled here to escape famine. After we settled down, they bought this cowshed and renovated it into their home. Later, after they got married and had children, they renovated the adjacent two rooms again. As soon as I entered, I saw that the floor was pockmarked with holes, one after another, like a bomb had exploded. The light in the room was very dim, and the air was heavy with moisture. Guan's wife lay on the threshold, her face covered with a thick layer of yellow paper, her body wrapped in a tattered quilt. To be honest, her corpse was so deformed that it would have been difficult to put new clothes on her.
There were only a few people in the house, but the courtyard outside was packed. The onlookers had even spilled out onto the highway. Several men crouched on the ridge of the field outside the courtyard, smoking and chatting in twos and threes. As soon as they saw Bao's daughter bring back several men, the scene became lively again.
Who made Da Nian Tou Cha Wenbin so popular that year? As soon as he entered the house, a group of people rushed in. At that time, there were no entertainment projects, and having a Taoist priest perform rituals was no less exciting than setting up a stage to invite an opera troupe in rural areas. Old and young people all came to watch, I tried to control the scene outside but it didn't work at all. It wasn't until Cha Wenbin entered the house that he quickly kicked the door shut with a "bang" and I knew he was angry.
According to our local customs, when someone in the village has a funeral, every household should come to help. But the Pang family is an exception.
Because Guan's family was from elsewhere, they had no relatives locally, and Old Guan was often away making a living. His daughter-in-law was also a madwoman. The family conditions were poor, looking down on the poor is the same in every dynasty, don't think that New China has really turned things around for the poor, if you don't believe me, try letting a poor person eat at a restaurant without paying and see who will care about you.
Cha Wenbin went in for only two minutes, "Bang" sound, another kick opened the door. After going out of the door, Cha Wenbin's face was iron blue. I was in the crowd being dispersed, but he pulled me back and shouted at the onlookers: "Does Lao Guai still count as a villager?"
Someone replied: "He is not, he is a traitor."
Cha Wenbin pulled out a small notebook from his pocket and threw it at the middle-aged man who was talking, saying: "Open your eyes and take a good look, this is a person's household registration book, clearly written on it that he is from Shang'an Village Group 7, No. 14." Then he shouted to the crowd again: "Old masters, uncles and aunts, which of our villages dares to say they are not outsiders, which one dares to say they are native-born? Now their family is in trouble, this girl is only as old as me, she has been suffering all her life and hasn't even made it out yet, who can bear to see this? We are all fellow villagers, those who can help will be counted, those with money will donate, those without money will contribute their labor, let's also let Huanxiang girl leave with dignity, not in vain for her to experience some true human feelings in this world."
"Who are you?" At this time, the middle-aged man who had just spoken was estimated to have been thrown by Zha Wenbin's book and was very embarrassed. He came up and pushed Zha Wenbin back with one hand, causing him to fall backwards. After all, the farmer's strength was still great, and Zha Wenbin couldn't bear it. The man then followed up and grabbed Zha Wenbin's clothes, saying: "Where did this rascal come from? He rushed in here and scolded Lao Da. There were five or six people drinking three to four bottles of wine, but he didn't even ask around. We have several hundred households in Shang'an Village, which family has ever helped the Bian family do anything? Heaven is watching, people are watching, don't you know what it means to return kindness with kindness? Now that something has happened to the Bian family, why should we come and help? Get out of here!"
Just as the man's spittle was flying through the air, a figure flashed past me with lightning speed, and then I heard an extremely loud slapping sound. "Slap" went the sound, and that man was slapped until he saw stars and his face turned blue and swollen. He didn't even know who had hit him, and as he struggled to get up from the ground to curse at someone, a "Damn it..." escaped his lips.
I think that person must be very regretful for choosing to cause trouble today, probably he thought he was a local and could act recklessly, but he met the wrong person at the wrong time, because in that person's eyes, there is no such thing as going easy on someone, in his eyes, there is only life and death!
A solid kick, it was a pair of my leather shoes, the pointed kind, fiercely kicked from bottom to top onto that person's chin, I heard the sound of bone shattering, and I also saw teeth mixed with red liquid flying in the air, drawing one beautiful parabola after another...
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