Seeking Lu Xun's "blessing"

After all, the end of the old calendar is most like the end of a year. Needless to say, in towns and villages, the weather coming in the New Year is also displayed in the sky. There is always a flash in the middle of the gray heavy night clouds, followed by a dull sound, which is firecrackers to send stoves; The fireworks nearby are more intense, the deafening sound has not stopped, and the air is full of faint gunpowder incense. It was this evening that I returned to my hometown of Luzhen. Although there is no home in my hometown, I can only live in Master Lu's house for the time being. He is my family, a generation older than me, and should be called "fourth uncle". He is an old Chinese culture supervisor who stresses Neo-Confucianism. He hasn't changed much. He's just a little older, but he hasn't grown a beard yet. He was a greeting when we met. After greeting, he called me "fat" and called me "fat" and scolded his new party. But I know that this is not an excuse to scold me: because he scolded Kang Youwei. However, the conversation is always speculative, so soon, I was left alone in the study.

I got up very late the next day. After lunch, I went out to meet some family and friends. The third day is the same. They haven't changed much, just getting old; However, at home, everyone is very busy, and they are all preparing for the "blessing". This is the year-end ceremony of Luzhen, paying tribute to the gods and praying for good luck in the coming year. Kill chickens and geese, buy pork and wash it carefully. Women's arms are soaked in water, and some are wearing twisted silver bracelets. After cooking, put some chopsticks on this thing, which can be called "blessing ceremony". They were displayed on the fifth watch and lit incense sticks for the blessing gods to enjoy. Worship is limited to men, and fireworks are still set off after worship. Every year-as long as you can afford gifts and firecrackers-this year is naturally the same. The sky became darker and darker, and it began to snow in the afternoon. Snowflakes are as big as plum blossoms, flying all over the sky, gloomy and busy, making Luzhen a mess. Back to the fourth uncle's study, the corrugated board was white and the room was brightly reflected. The word "longevity" written by the bodhi old zu in Chen Tuan is clearly displayed on the wall. On the one hand, the couplets have fallen off and rolled loosely on the long table, while on the other hand, they are still there. Tao is "reason and harmony". Bored, I went to the desk under the window and found a pile of Kangxi dictionaries, a recent thought reading note, and a book with four books, which seemed incomplete. Anyway, I'm determined to leave tomorrow.

Besides, I couldn't settle down until I met Sister Xianglin yesterday. It was afternoon, I went to the east end of the town to see a friend, and I met her by the river when I came out. Seeing her gaze, I knew it was coming to me. The people I met in Luzhen this time can be said to have changed nothing more than her: the gray hair five years ago, that is, it is all white now, and it will not be like people in their forties; His face is thin, yellow and black, and his previous sad face is gone, as if it were woodcut; Only blinking can show that she is a living thing. She is carrying a bamboo basket in one hand. A broken bowl is inside, empty; Holding a bamboo pole longer than her in one hand, the lower end cracked: she was obviously a beggar.

I stopped to wait for her to beg for money.

"Are you back?" She asked first.

"yes."

"This is just right. You have education, you are a stranger, and you have a lot of knowledge. I was just about to ask you something-"Her dull eyes suddenly lit up.

I didn't expect her to say such a thing and stood in surprise.

"That's-"she took two steps closer, lowered her voice and said earnestly, "Is there a soul after death?"

I'm very scared. When I saw her eyes nailed to mine, my back was pricked. It is worse to reply than to meet a temporary exam at school, and the teacher is much more anxious when he stands by. I never care about the existence of the soul; But at the moment, how to answer her? In my very short hesitation, I thought people here believed in ghosts as usual. "However, she is very confused. In other words, I hope there is hope and there is no hope ... why should people add pain to desperate people? For her sake, suppose there is.

"Maybe-I think." So I said haltingly.

"So, there is hell?"

"ah! Hell? " I was so surprised that I had to stammer: "Hell? -Logically, you should also have it. -however, it may not be, ... Who cares about such a thing ... "

"So, everyone in the deceased's family can meet?"

"Alas alas, meet not satisfied? ..... "At this moment, I already knew that I was still a complete fool, and I couldn't help asking three questions. I immediately became timid and wanted to turn out what I had said before. "That's ... really, I'm not sure ... I'm not sure whether there is a soul or not."

I took advantage of her not to ask immediately, so I took a step and left. I didn't want to flee back to my fourth uncle's house, which made me feel bad. I thought to myself, I'm worried that she will be in danger. She probably feels lonely because she is blessed by others, but does it mean something else? -Or feel anything? If there are other meanings and other things happen, then I really have to bear part of the responsibility for answering my question. But then I laughed at myself and thought that the occasional incident didn't have any deep meaning, but I still insisted on careful deliberation. It is no wonder that educators are born with mental derangement. And Kuang Mingming's "I'm not sure" has subverted the overall situation of the answer. Even if something happens, it has nothing to do with me.

"Not sure" is a very useful sentence. Brave teenagers who are not young often dare to solve doubts and choose doctors. In case the effect is not good, it will generally produce disgust. However, once they end up with such ambiguity, everything will be easy. At this moment, I feel the necessity of this sentence even more. Even talking to a begging woman is absolutely impossible.

But I always feel uneasy. After a night, I still think of it from time to time, as if I had an ominous premonition. In the gloomy snowy days, in the boring study, this kind of anxiety is getting stronger and stronger. Let's go to town tomorrow. The shark's fin on the dock of Fuxing Building is one yuan and a large plate, which is cheap and good. Now I wonder if the price has increased? All the friends who used to travel together have vanished, but shark fin is essential, even if I am the only one. Anyway, I'm determined to leave tomorrow.

I'm afraid it's the same, because I often think that things that are unsatisfactory after all are always the same as expected. Sure enough, the special situation began. At night, I heard someone talking in the back room, as if to say something, but soon, the voice stopped, only the fourth uncle came over and said loudly:

"Not early, not late, but at this time-this is a fallacy!"

At first I was surprised, and then I was very upset. It seems that this has something to do with me. Try to look outside the door, there is no one. It was very easy to stay until their short-term workers came to make tea before dinner, so I had a chance to inquire about the news.

"Who was Grandpa Four angry with just now?" I asked.

"Isn't it just like Lin Sao?" The short-term worker said simply.

"Xianglinsao? What's wrong? " I quickly asked again.

"Old."

"Dead?" My heart suddenly tightened, I almost jumped up and my face changed color, but he never looked up, so I didn't feel it. I will calm myself down and ask:

"When did you die?"

"When? -Last night, or today. -I'm not sure. "

"How did you die?"

"How did you die? -not poor to death? " He answered indifferently, but he didn't look up at me and went out.

However, my panic is only temporary. As I feel that what I should have come is over, I don't have to rely on my own "unclear" and what he called "poor" relief, and my heart is gradually relaxed. But occasionally, there seems to be some guilt. Dinner started with the company of my fourth uncle. I also want to ask some information about Xianglinsao, but I know that although he has read Ghosts and Ghosts have Two Good Things, he still has many taboos. When blessings come, never mention death and disease. If necessary, you should use an alternative argot. Unfortunately, I didn't know, so I wanted to ask again and again, and finally stopped. From his insolence, I suddenly suspect that he is thinking that I am neither too early nor too late. It is also a fallacy to disturb him at this time. I immediately told him to leave Luzhen and go to the town tomorrow, thus relaxing his mind, although it was early. He doesn't stay very much either. This pretends to finish the meal gloomily.

The winter days are short and snowy, and the night has enveloped the whole town. People come and go under the lamp, but it's quiet outside the window. Snowflakes fall on the thick snow mattress, which makes people feel more silent. I sat alone under the dim oil lamp, thinking about this bored Xianglinsao, an old plaything that was abandoned in the dust mustard pile and was tired of watching it. Previously, her skeleton was exposed in the dust mustard. From the perspective of a person who leads an interesting life, I'm afraid I'm surprised why she still exists, but now she's finally been cleaned up by impermanence. I don't know if there is a soul; However, in this world, boring people are not born, even if annoying people disappear, it is not a bad thing for others. I listened to the rustling of snow outside the window, thinking, but gradually relaxing.

And the fragment of her half-life story I saw and heard before has become one.

She is not from Luzhen. One early winter, the fourth uncle's family wanted to change women workers. It was brought in by the middleman, Mrs. Wei, wearing a white rope on her head, a black skirt, a blue coat and a moonlight vest. She is about twenty-six or seven years old. Her face is black and blue, but her cheeks are still red. Mrs. Wei's name is Sister Xianglin, saying that she is a neighbor of her family. She was in charge when she died, so she came out to work. The fourth uncle frowned, and the fourth aunt understood what he meant, but she hated being a widow. However, her appearance is still good, her hands and feet are growing, and she just follows the limit and doesn't open her mouth. She seemed to be a hard worker, so she left her despite her fourth uncle's frown. During the probation period, she worked all day, and it seemed that she was bored and powerful in her spare time, almost equal to a man, so the third day was a foregone conclusion, with a monthly salary of 500 pence.

Everyone calls her Sister Xianglin; I didn't ask her last name, but China people belong to Wei Jiashan, and they are neighbors, so their last name is probably Wei. She is not very talkative. She only answers when asked, and she doesn't answer much. It was not until ten days later that I gradually learned that her family had a strict mother-in-law and brother-in-law, who was in her teens and could get firewood. She lost her husband in the spring; He used to chop wood for a living, ten years younger than her: it is known to all.

The days passed quickly, but she never slacked off in her work, whether it was food or strength. It is said that the female workers employed by Master Lu are more diligent than the diligent men. By the end of the year, cleaning the dust, washing the floor, killing chickens and geese, and staying up all night praying are all undertaken by one person, but no short-term workers have been added. But she was not satisfied, and gradually there was a smile on her face, and her face was white and fat.

Just after the New Year, she came back from digging rice by the river, and suddenly her face turned pale. She said that she had just seen several men wandering on the other side in the distance, much like her husband's uncle, and she was afraid to come to see her. Four aunts got a fright, asked for details, and said nothing. Fourth uncle know, frowning and said:

"This is not good. I'm afraid she ran away. "

It is true that she escaped, and it was not long before this guess was confirmed.

After about ten days, everyone is gradually forgetting what happened before. Grandma Wei suddenly brought in a woman in her thirties, saying that she was Aunt Lin's mother-in-law. Although this woman looks like a hillbilly, she is very laid-back in social life and very capable of speaking. After greeting, she apologized, saying that she had come to invite her daughter-in-law home because she was busy in spring. There were only young and old at home and there were not enough people.

"Since her mother-in-law wants her to go back, what can she say?" Fourth uncle said.

So I calculated the salary, and a * * * 1,750, all of which were in her host family, were useless and gave to her mother-in-law. The woman took the clothes again, thanked her and went out. It's already noon.

"Ah, where is the rice? Isn't Sister Xianglin going to wash rice? ..... "A while, four aunts that exclaimed. She was a little hungry, so she remembered to have lunch.

So everyone looked for Tao Tao separately. She went to the kitchen first, then to the hall, and then to the bedroom, but there was no sign of reeds. Fourth uncle strolled out the door, but he didn't see it. He didn't see it until he reached the river. He only saw it lying on the shore with a vegetable beside it.

People who saw it reported that a white boat was moored in the river in the morning and all the tents were covered. I don't know who is in it, but nobody noticed him beforehand. Sister Xianglin came out to get rice and was about to kneel down when two people suddenly jumped out of the boat, like mountain people. One hugged her, the other helped, and they dragged her into the boat. Lin Sao also cried a few times, and then there was no sound, and it was blocked by something. Then came two women, one unknown and the other Wei Poyu. Peeking into the cabin, not very clear. She seems to be tied up and lying on the planking.

"damn it! However ... "Fourth uncle said.

On this day, Fourth Aunt cooked her own lunch. Their son A Niu lit a fire.

After lunch, Grandma Wei came again.

"Damn it!" Fourth uncle said.

"What do you mean? Fortunately, you will come to see us again. " After washing the dishes, the fourth aunt said angrily as soon as they met, "You recommend her yourself and rob her in partnership. What do you see? " Are you kidding about our family? "

"Ah ah, I really cheated. This time, I made it clear for this. She came to me to recommend a place, and I didn't know it from her mother-in-law. I'm sorry, fourth master and fourth wife. I am always confused and careless. Sorry, my customer. Fortunately, your family has always been generous and unwilling to care about villains. This time I will recommend a good one to make amends ... "

"However ..." Fourth uncle said.

The Xianglinsao incident came to an end and was soon forgotten.

Only fourth sister-in-law, because the female workers hired later were either lazy or greedy, so whenever Xianglin was mentioned at these times, she often said to herself, "She doesn't know how to pretend now?" I hope she will come again. But in the second year of Xinzheng, she was hopeless.

When the new official took office, the old lady Wei came to pay New Year greetings and was already drunk. She said that she was late because she went back to Weijiashan's house for a few days. Between their questions and answers, they naturally talked about Xianglinsao.

"She?" Wei Ruonv said happily, "It's really lucky now. When her mother-in-law came to pick her up, she had promised to give it to He Jiaao's old buddy, so she was carried away by a sedan chair a few days after she came home. "

"Ah, such a mother-in-law! ..... "Four aunts said in surprise.

"Oh, my wife! If you are really the wife of a big family. We mountain people, small family, what is this? She has a brother-in-law, and she has to marry a wife. If you don't marry her, will you have the money for a dowry? His mother-in-law is a clever woman with many plans, so she will marry Li Shan. If the villagers are promised, there are not many gifts; Only a few women were willing to marry Shan Ye, who was in deep depression, so she got 8,000 pounds. Now the second son and daughter-in-law are getting married, and the bride price is 50 yuan. After deducting the cost of the wedding, there are more than 10 thousand left. Look, how good is this plan? ……"

"Xianglinsao willing to follow? ……"

"What's going on? -Who always makes noise? Just use a bundle of rope, put it in a sedan chair, carry it to the man's house, press the corolla, worship and close the door, and it's over. However, Mrs. Lin has gone too far. I heard it was really troublesome. Everyone also said that she was different because she had worked in a school. Madam, we have seen many times: when people get married, some cry, some say they want to die, some carry them to the man's house, and some even smash candles. Xiaogulin is unusual. They said that she just howled and cursed all the way and carried her to Hejiaao, and her voice was completely hoarse. Pulling out the sedan chair, two men and her brother-in-law tried to keep her still. They accidentally let go, ah, Amitabha, she hit a corner of the incense table, with a big hole in her head and blood flowing. She used two handfuls of incense ashes and wrapped two pieces of red cloth, but she still couldn't stop bleeding. Until too many cooks locked her and that man in the new house, she was still cursing, ah, this is really ... "She shook her head, followed her eyes and stopped talking.

"What happened later?" Four menservants also asked.

"I heard I didn't get up the next day." She raised her eyes and said.

"What happened later?"

"What happened later? -Get up. She gave birth to a child at the end of the year, a boy, who will be two years old in the new year. I was at my mother's house these days, and someone went to Hejiaao and came back to say that they had seen them both. The mother is fat and the son is fat. There is no mother-in-law at the top, and men only have strength and can work; This house is our own. -alas, alas, she is so lucky. "

From then on, Shen Si never mentioned Sister Xianglin again.

But after getting the news of Xianglinsao's good luck, about two years later, she stood in front of her fourth uncle's house. There is a round basket on the table and a small quilt under the eaves. She still wears a white rope on her head, a black skirt, a blue clip and a moonlight vest. Her face is black and blue, but the blood on her cheeks has disappeared, and there are some tears in her eyes, and her eyes are not as energetic as before. And is still the old lady led, show compassion, pour to four aunts said:

"... this is really called' unexpected situation'. Her man is a reliable man. Who knew young people would be destroyed by typhoid fever? I'm all right. I ate a bowl of cold rice and relapsed. Thanks to having a son; She can do it again. She came to collect firewood, tea and raise silkworms. She could have kept it. Who knew that children would be given to wolves again? Spring is almost over, but there is a wolf in the village. Who knew it? Now she's just naked. Uncle came to collect the house and drove her away. She was really desperate and had to beg her old master. Fortunately, she has nothing to worry about now, and my wife's family is going to be replaced, so I brought her. -I feel familiar with it is much better than a novice ... "

"I'm so stupid, really," said Sister Xianglin, raising her dull eyes. "I only know that when it snows, wild animals have no food in the mountains and will come to the village; I didn't know there would be spring. I got up early to open the door. I took a small basket and filled it with a basket of beans. I told our Mao to sit on the threshold and peel beans. He is very obedient and listens to everything I say; He's out. I chop wood, dig rice, and steam beans out of the pot. My name is Mao, but I didn't answer. When I went out to have a look, I saw beans scattered all over the floor, without hair. He doesn't go to other homes to play; Ask around, sure enough, I'm in a hurry. I'm going out to look for it Until the second half of the day, I looked around in the ravine and saw one of his little shoes on the thorn wood. Everyone said, oh, no, I'm afraid I was attacked by a wolf. Go in again; Sure enough, he was lying in the grass nest, his insides were eaten up, and he was still clutching the small basket in his hand. ..... "She sobbed, unable to say a word.

The fourth aunt was still crying at first, and her eyes were a little red after listening to her words. After thinking about it, I instructed her to take the round basket and bedding to the next room. The old lady Wei seems to be equally relieved. Sister Xianglin was much more relaxed than when she first came, and she put the bedding away meekly without guidance. After that, she worked as a female worker in Luzhen.

People still call her Sister Xianglin.

This time, however, her situation has changed a lot. Two or three days after going to work, the owners felt that her hands and feet were not as flexible as before, her memory was much worse, her face was lifeless all day, and her tone was quite dissatisfied. When she first came, her fourth uncle frowned as usual, but in view of the difficulty of hiring female workers, she didn't object much. She only secretly warned her that although such people look poor, they can corrupt customs and use her help, and they don't have to touch their hands when offering sacrifices. They should do everything themselves, otherwise their ancestors won't eat it.

The most important event in the fourth uncle's family is sacrifice. Sister Xianglin used to be the busiest time for offering sacrifices, but this time she is at leisure. The table was placed in the middle of the hall, and it was fastened. She still remembers handing out glasses and chopsticks as usual.

"Xianglinsao, you put it! I'll play it. " Four aunts hurriedly said.

She shrank her hand passively and went to get the candlestick.

"Xianglinsao, you put it! I'll get it. " Four aunts and hurriedly said.

She turned around several times and finally had nothing to do, so she had to walk away in confusion. All she can do on this day is to sit under the stove and make a fire.

People in the town still call her Xianglinsao, but the tone is very different from before; I also talked to her, but my smile was cold. She ignored all these things and just looked everyone in the eye and told them her own story, which she would never forget day and night:

"I'm so stupid, really," she said. "I only know that in snowy days, wild animals have no food in the mountains and will come to the village; I didn't know there would be spring. I opened the door early in the morning, took a small basket, filled it with beans, and told our hair to sit on the threshold and peel the beans. He is a very obedient child, listening to everything I say; He's out. I'm chopping wood and washing rice at the back of the house, and the rice is out of the pot. I'm going to steam beans. My name is Mao!' No response. I went out to have a look and saw beans scattered all over the floor, without our hair. I've never been anywhere. I am in a hurry. I'm going to look for it. Until the second half of the day, several people went to the ravine and saw one of his little shoes hanging on the thorn wood. Everyone said, it's over, I'm afraid I was attacked by a wolf; Go in again; Sure enough, he was lying in the grass nest, and all his insides were eaten up. Poor him, still clutching that little basket in his hand. ..... "So she shed tears and her voice choked.

This story is quite effective. When men hear this, they often smile and walk away bored. Women not only forgave her, but also immediately changed their contemptuous attitude, accompanied by many tears. Some old ladies couldn't hear her in the street, so they came to listen to her sad story. Until she said she would sob, they all shed tears in the corner of their eyes, sighed and left contentedly, while still talking about it.

She just tells people her sad stories over and over again, and often attracts three or five people to listen to her. But it didn't take long for everyone to get familiar with it. Even the most compassionate old lady who read Buddha didn't have a tear in her eyes. Later, almost all the people in the town would recite her words, which made them bored and headache.

"I am a fool, really," she began.

"Yes, you only came to the village because you know that there is no food for wild animals in the snowy Tianshan Mountains." They immediately interrupted her and walked away.

She stood stupefied with her mouth open, looked them straight in the eye, and then left, as if bored. But she is also paranoid, hoping to draw her Amao story out of other things, such as baskets, beans and other people's children. If she sees a child of two or three years old, she will say:

"Alas, alas, if our Amao were still here, it would be so big ..."

The child was surprised to see her eyes and pulled her mother's skirt to urge her to go. Then she was left alone, and finally she got bored and left. Later, everyone knew her temper. As long as there are children in front of her, she first Gherardini asked her and said:

"Sister Xianglin, if your Amao were still here, it wouldn't be so big, would it?"

She may not know that her sadness has been chewed and appreciated by everyone for many days, and it has already become a slag, which is only worth annoying and spurning; But judging from people's smiles, it seems cold and sharp, and there is no need to talk. She just looked at them and didn't answer a word.

Luzhen always celebrates the New Year, and it becomes popular after the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month. The fourth uncle's family wanted to recruit short-term workers this time, but they were still too busy to do so. They asked Liu Ma to help them kill chickens and geese. However, Liu Ma is a good woman. She's a vegetarian, she doesn't kill anything, she just washes the dishes. Sister Xianglin had nothing to do but make a fire, but she sat and watched Liu Ma wash the dishes. The light snow is falling bit by bit.

"Alas, alas, I am so stupid," Sister Xianglin sighed at the sky.

"Sister Xianglin, there you go again." Liu Ma looked at her face impatiently and said. "I ask you: Isn't that when the scar on your forehead was damaged?"

Goodbye. "She answered with hu.

"I ask you: How did you abide by it?"

"Me? ……",

"You ah. I think: this is always your own wish, otherwise ... "

"Ah, you don't know how strong he is."

"I don't believe it. I don't believe you have such great strength, but you can really bend him. You must have agreed later, but you said he was strong. "

"Ah, you ... try it yourself." She smiled.

Liu Ma's wrinkled face also smiled, making her shrink like a walnut. When her dry little eyes saw Xianglinsao's forehead, they nailed her eyes again. Sister Xianglin looked embarrassed. She immediately put away her smile and turned to look at the snowflake.

"Sister Xianglin, you are really not cost-effective." Liu Ma said mysteriously. "A stronger, or just a batter to death, it would be nice. Now, you have lived with the second man for less than two years, which is a big sin. You think, you will go to the nether world, and those two damn men will argue. Who will you give it to? King Yamaraja had to cut you open and hand you over to them. I think, this is really ... "

There is a terrible expression on her face, which is not found in the mountain village.

"I think you'd better arrive as soon as possible. You go to the Earth Temple to donate a threshold as your body body double, and thousands of people step on ten thousand people to atone for the sins of this life, so as not to suffer when you die. "

She didn't answer anything, but she was depressed. When she got up the next morning, there were big black circles around her eyes. After breakfast, she went to the land temple at the west end of the town to ask for the donation threshold. At first, the temple insisted on not letting her, until she burst into tears, and she reluctantly agreed. The price is twelve thousand dollars. She hasn't talked to anyone for a long time, because Amao's story has long been rejected by everyone. But since I talked to Liu Ma, it seems that it has spread again, and many people have new interests and come to tease her again. As for the topic, nature is new, and the focus is on the scar on her forehead.

"Sister Xianglin, let me ask you: How did you agree at that time?" One said.

"Oh, it's a pity that I hit this for nothing-come down." A man looked at her scar and replied.

From their smiles and tone, she knew she was laughing at her, so she kept staring at her eyes without saying a word, and then she didn't even look back. She kept her lips closed all day long, shouldering the scar on her head that everyone felt ashamed of, silently running to the agent, sweeping the floor, washing lai and washing rice. Almost a year later, she took the money she had been saving from her fourth aunt, converted it into a twelve-dollar eagle ocean, and asked for leave to go to the west end of the city. But less than a meal, she came back, looking very comfortable and her eyes were particularly bright. She happily told Fourth Aunt that she had donated the threshold of the Earth Temple.

During the ancestor worship season from winter to Sunday, she made greater efforts. See four aunts packed sacrifices, A Niu moved the table to the middle of the room, she calmly to get cups and chopsticks.

"Let go, Sister Xianglin!" Four aunts hurriedly said loudly.

She shrank back as if she had been branded, and her face turned gray and black at the same time. She stopped holding the candlestick and just stood absently. She didn't go away until her fourth uncle offered incense and told her to go away. This time, she has changed a lot. The next day, her eyes were not only depressed, but also her spirit was worse. And I am timid, not only afraid of the night, but also afraid of the dark shadow. Even if I see a person, although he is my own master, he is always nervous, like a mouse coming out of a cave during the day, otherwise he will just sit there and make a puppet. In less than half a year, my hair turned white, my memory was particularly poor, and I often forgot to dig rice.

"Xianglin sister-in-law how so? At that time, it was better not to leave her. " Four aunts sometimes say this to her face, as if to warn her.

However, she is always like this, and intelligence is hopeless. So they want to send her away and teach her to go back to Wei's wife. But when I was still in Luzhen, I said so; Looking at the present situation, we can see that it was finally implemented. However, did she become a beggar when she went out from her fourth uncle's house, or did she go to the old woman's house first and then become a beggar? Then I don't know.

I was awakened by the loud firecrackers nearby, saw the yellow light as big as beans, and then heard the firecrackers peeled off, which was the "blessing" of the fourth uncle family; I know it's almost five o'clock In the dim light, I vaguely heard firecrackers in the distance, which seemed to synthesize the thick clouds of a day's voice and embraced the whole town with flying snowflakes. I am also lazy in this noisy hug. My doubts from day to night were swept away by the air of blessing. I only feel that the saints of heaven and earth enjoyed sacrifices and cigarettes, and they were all drunk and stumbled in the air, ready to give people in Luzhen unlimited happiness.