Cloth shoes marriage

I saw a joke in Xiaolin: an old man went up the mountain to cut firewood in cloth shoes. He accidentally stepped on the tip of the rock and his shoes were bleeding. He began to cry sadly. Another woodcutter thought that he was crying because his feet hurt, so he quickly stepped on a handful of hemostatic herbs and chewed them in his mouth to stop the bleeding for the old man. The old man cried and said, "My feet are fine and my shoes are broken. I don't know how to explain to my wife when I go home."

I smiled at first sight. How much is a pair of cloth shoes worth? Crying so sadly, I don't care about my bleeding feet, and I'm afraid of my wife! I told this joke to the old people, and the old people frowned after hearing it: you treat the suffering of others as a joke, and you simply treat the Japanese massacre as a joke! Too ignorant. I was surprised and looked at the old man doubtfully.

People of different ages will inevitably have a certain generation gap, and their stories are always unimaginable for future generations. The old man told me the story of cloth shoes.

In ancient rural areas, cloth shoes were the keepsake of love. The best expression of a woman's love for a man is to poke a thick sole with a thin needle in front of an oil lamp at dusk. The sole is used as a fragmentary piece of cloth under the clothes, and it is also mixed with sun-dried and squashed bamboo shoot shells, which are dried with paste and are thick and hard. Women must sew soles with thimbles. The thimble is cylindrical, and tools for sewing soles and mending trousers are worn on the fingers. The thimble can push the needle in the past, but the needle tail and needle thread are still stuck in the thick sole, so they can't pull it with their hands, so they have to bite the needle with their teeth and pull it in the past, and they often prick their fingers and lips carelessly. With the completion of a pair of cloth shoes, women have the experience of "finger bleeding". I think of the rebellious hero biting his finger, dripping blood in the wine, drinking life and death with * * *, walking with him all his life, sharing weal and woe. Once a woman has a needle, a needle makes a wish. Although there is no vows of eternal love, that drop of finger blood already contains all the meanings. Every caring man never wears cloth shoes easily, only when he goes out to be a guest.

That year, when the uncle next door was single, no one made shoes for him and borrowed a pair of cloth shoes for blind date. Barefoot from home to near the woman's home. Because the woman has a lot of chickens and ducks at home, the yard is full of chicken and duck droppings. Although it has been cleaned up, it can't sweep away the dirt accumulated between the stones over the years, and it still stinks. The soles of the shoes left a stench when they stepped on chicken manure. After returning home, I wiped it with my trouser legs over and over again, and then I couldn't bear to wear it under my arm.

Uncle hasn't been home yet, and he keeps sending his shoes back, just like renting things by the time. The shopkeeper didn't pay attention to anything at that time, just put away the cloth shoes and put them away. Who knows that after a long time, the owner forgot to take it out to dry, and the cloth shoes that have stepped on chicken shit will be moldy and rancid. When the owner found that the shoes were moldy, he blamed his uncle and said that if he didn't tell her, he would let her wash them, dry them and keep them from moldy. The implication is that my uncle will pay for it. My uncle also knows that a woman's saliva can drown people, especially if he wants to marry a wife. A good reputation is very important. Uncle simply compensated her for 20 Jin of sweet potato silk, not only for a pair of cloth shoes, but also got a good reputation of "faithfulness and kindness". However, 20 Jin of shredded sweet potatoes is a bachelor's food for a month! At that time, my uncle secretly had a heartache for 20 Jin of sweet potato shreds for a long time. From then on, I made up my mind not to borrow things from others easily.

"Losing is a blessing" has always been effective in my uncle, because I lost 20 pounds of sweet potato silk by borrowing shoes. People around me say that my uncle is a tough guy and generous. Every cloud has a good side. Good girls like men who have a good reputation, so a marriage is concluded, and uncle is no longer a bachelor.

In the hard times, a pair of cloth shoes is hard to come by. The story of the old man shocked me. Behind a joke story lies a bitter experience that no one can understand.