Damn Lao Zhangman

The moon is not bright tonight. It rained in the village in the afternoon, and the moon looked like a shadow in a dark cloud. At this time, the night is deep and every household is quiet. Only the insects on summer nights in the village are quiet. However, at this time, the untimely low cow call woke up an old man in a family. The old man cursed and turned over, but the sound of shoveling concrete soon woke him up again. "Does this person have any public morality?" Stay up at night and come out to be a ghost! "The old man thought angrily. Fortunately, after about a quarter of an hour, the sound of the shovel stopped, and the old man turned over and fell asleep again.

Lao Zhangman wiped the sweat from his face, wiped it off his clothes and put the shovel away. Because of the rain, wet and sticky cow dung piled up well everywhere. He turned to turn off the light in the hut outside the fence and returned to the house. Lao Zhangman came to a cupboard in the kitchen, took out a bottle of white wine from it and found a cup. But he looked around and saw only a bowl that had not been washed after dinner today. He went over and washed the bowl under the tap for a few seconds with one hand, and then poured the wine in. But before the bowl was full, the bottle in his hand lost weight. He spat and threw it on the ground like drinking water. When all the other lights in the room were turned off, Lao Zhang turned off the kitchen lights and returned to the room by the dim moonlight.

In summer, the sun rises very early, and the village starts a new day very early and returns to its usual busy appearance. As usual, the old people get together and talk about their parents' shortcomings. When everyone was chatting with relish, an old man suddenly spoke angrily. "The man next door didn't sleep in the middle of the night last night, which made people restless." The words sound just fell and a voice echoed, "it's him again. He's fidgeting all day, looking for trouble. " "I don't know how to accumulate some virtue when I am old. Really not good. " "Oh, don't tell me. Every time I pass by his house, it's dark, as if no one lives there. Very scary. " "Yes, I once saw him sitting on the sofa with his head down for a long time through the window!" "Really, how does he do something different from ordinary people every day?" "But he wasn't like this before. He used to be kind to his wife and children and always smiled at the villagers. But later, since his wife ran away with a rich man, the only son of the child didn't go home all the year round, and he was like a different person, causing trouble everywhere all day. " ……

Every day before the village wakes up, Lao Zhangman comes to his field with a hoe. This hoe and that loose soil, his land is always a little bigger than others', because he leveled all the ridges, and the original commons became his private land unconsciously. Others' backbones can pass an adult, but Lao Zhang's backbones can't. But he didn't plant crops in the occupied area, just let it grow weeds there. Lao Zhangman quarrels with others from time to time, either because he let the cows out today and ate his master's crops, or because he stole chickens from Jia Xi tomorrow, but he refuses to admit it anyway. People in the village gnashed their teeth at him, hoping that he would die one day. Lao Zhang's head is not tough. After all, people will have some problems when they reach a certain age.

The fiery orange light on the horizon gradually dissipated, and several scattered planetesimals slowly appeared in the dark sky. At this time, a room at the entrance of the village is brightly lit, and people in the room are constantly putting all kinds of goods. This is Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang's shop will open tomorrow. In order to open a prosperous business, Uncle Zhang spent a lot of time, not only deliberately picking a good day, but also cleaning up the door and putting lanterns on the flower basket. He is preparing for tomorrow. After Uncle Zhang finally cleaned up, the sky was full of stars.

Late at night, the countryside returned to silence.

The next day, the sun shone brightly, and the people coming and going in the village stopped because of the two loud voices at the entrance of the village. When people came forward to find out, they saw that Uncle Zhang and Lao Zhang both blushed and quarreled with each other. "What's the matter? What happened? What's the matter? " A man asked. "What else can I do? The old man is making trouble again. " A disdainful voice replied. "How ugly it is to dump a load of garbage next to someone else's shop this time! What do you think he wants? " "What else can I do? I just want to find someone else. " Another sarcastic voice replied. "Alas ..." The person who asked sighed, shook his head and left.

Lao Zhang's neck stretched out so long that he shouted at the top of his lungs in front of Zhang, as if he were full of sermons. "I didn't dump the garbage in your shop! What does it matter to you that I fell on the open space next to me! " Uncle Zhang Qi was speechless with anger. He saw his fist clenched tightly around him and almost swung at Lao Zhang's head, but several people around him kept pulling him. After all, Lao Zhang's head is not young. If he gets this punch, not only old man Zhang may die, but also uncle Zhang will die. But old man Zhang doesn't seem to be worried at all. He keeps stimulating Zhang with words. Suddenly, I saw Zhang jump on Lao Zhang's head, only to see that the fist was about to touch Lao Zhang's head. At this time, a young man in the crowd quickly pushed Lao Zhang's head before the punch fell, which made Lao Zhang's head escape the punch. When they saw this, they hurried forward to hold Zhang, lest he make a big mistake again. As for Zhang laotou, he wanted to say something after being pushed away, but he didn't make a sound for a long time.

This matter was finally settled because the public intervened in mediation. In the end, Lao Zhang took out the garbage. Although Zhang didn't teach Zhang Lao a lesson, Zhang Lao was severely reprimanded by everyone. And after this incident, not only Zhang Cun, up and down the neighboring villages have no good impression on Zhang Laotou.

As for Zhang laotou, he doesn't seem to be affected. He still insists on plowing and weeding in the fields every day, and still quarrels with others from time to time. He still often gets up when he can't sleep at night and goes outside to clean the shed for his cows. He still likes to go back to his room in the dark after drinking. The days are so salty. By the end of the year, all the big boys in the village have gone home. This small place is very lively.

In the early morning of New Year's Eve, Lao Zhangman packed everything inside and outside the house and specially repaired the broken lamp in the living room. Because according to the calculation date, my son will come back today.

"Ding ~ Ding ~" The landline in the living room rang. Lao Zhangman stood by the telephone early and quickly picked up the receiver. "hello?" Lao Zhangman's voice was full of joy, and he hesitated for a moment on the phone. "No tickets will not come back this year." A dull male voice came from the microphone. "Why don't you buy it? Not to say that before ... "Zhang old man's voice suddenly increased several degrees because of anxiety. However, before Lao Zhangman finished, he hung up. Zhang old man looked at the microphone in his hand for a long time and couldn't make it during the meeting. He slowly put the microphone back in place and sat down on the sofa beside him.

It was dark outside and every household turned on the lights, but Zhang's house was as bright as before. With a thud, Zhang woke up from the darkness and looked around, only to see that the cup that used to be drinking fell to the ground. Trembling, he bent down to pick up the things on the table in front of him and sat motionless on the sofa, wondering what was going on.

Although the winter night on New Year's Eve is cold, it may be because of the twelfth lunar month and the Chinese New Year. That night, everyone in the village blushed with joy. At midnight, crackling ... crackling ... firecrackers came and went, and the sound of small fireworks lit by children was endless. But if you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of a shovel, "rustling ..." in the noise, it is particularly abrupt and lonely. In fact, Lao Zhangman is just a normal living person. He just wants someone to accompany him and someone to care about him, but he seems to have used the wrong method. His ideas were not conveyed correctly, and no one knew what he was thinking. No one knows how much he wants to be cared for and needed in the dark. Nobody knows, and nobody knows.

It's slightly dawn, and the Chinese New Year is coming soon.