Chapter 17 donkey roll

The changer of the green pot tapped the big green pot with glaze on both sides with the handle of his blue cloth trowel and said: listen!You listen!What a sound!Where can I find this green basin? It's better than Jiangxi porcelain!You can add more! Mom used a pile of newspapers, three old leather shoes, and two broken iron pots to exchange for his four small benches and a washing board; Song's mother also spared a small green pot for mixing cucumbers. As for me, I hold a small bench and don't let go.The one who changed the green pot yelled for my mother to add more things.An old padded jacket and two stacks of torn books were added, and he also said:

Tim it you. Mom said: no more!Tell Mama Song to move things in.I was anxious that the business could not be concluded, and I wanted to return the stool to him, but the person who changed the green pot shouted loudly: take it!Change it!He waved his hands and said dejectedly: "Oh!Why did it not open today! Four small benches were placed under the shade of the big tree at the opposite door. Mama Song took the four of us, me, Zhuzhu, younger brother, and Yanyan, to sit on the new benches and tell stories.Yanyan was small, huddled next to Mama Song, half sitting and half leaning, playing with her fingers.

How old is your little embolus?I asked. I'm as old as you, nine years old! Xiao Shuanzi is Song Ma's son.In the past two days, she is telling us the story of her hometown: the ears of wheat are growing in the field, the grass on the hillside is taller, and Xiao Shuanzi has picked the dog’s tail flowers and tied them on the horns of the ox.In her hand, she also held a thick shoe sole tightly packed with thick hemp twine, which was made for Xiao Shuanzi. So he's in third grade too?I asked. Country people have your luck?He's an adult at the price of showing a cow!As she spoke, she stopped what she was doing, raised the awl and stroked her hair a few times, and said to herself: This year, I have to go home and have a look, I'm always out of order.After she finished speaking, she was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

So what about your girl? In fact, I already knew the story of the girl, and Mama Song told it several times.Like her younger brother, Mama Song's girl is also four years old this year.She came to the city to be a nanny after she gave birth to a girl, and immediately came to our house and became my brother's nanny.Her milk is good, and my brother eats white and fat.As for her girl, after she came to my house to try out her job, her husband took her back to the countryside to be nursed by others.I ask once, she speaks once, and I don't get tired of listening to it. Girl, she spent money to give milk to others!Mama Song said.

Will it still belong to you in the future? My girl doesn't belong to me?Do you belong to your mother?she asked me back. Then why don't you breastfeed yourself?Why come to my house as a nanny?Why do you give the money you earn to other people? Why?The reason is that you don’t understand even if you say it, and our country people suffer a lot!Little Shuanzi's father is worthless, he beats me every time, and when I am cruel, I come out and become a nanny to make money for myself! I still remember the day she first came, it was winter, she was wearing a red padded jacket with a white cloth lining, it was shiny and dirty.She stuffed the nipple into his younger brother's mouth, and the younger brother sucked and sucked. After a big meal, he fell asleep immediately, and he woke up after a long time without crying.So leave her as a nurse.

Three days later, her husband came and took a donkey and tied it to a tree trunk in front of the door.He has a long face and yellow teeth, why is he so ugly!My mother was off work, and the booklet said: four yuan a month, two payments of silver jewelry, clothes for four seasons, a new bedding, and it took a year and four months before she was allowed to go home. Song Ma, who was wearing a red padded jacket, wrapped her child in an old flowered quilt and gave it to her husband.When she sent her husband and child out, she cried. She turned her back and lifted her skirt to wipe her tears, unable to lift her head for a long time.Old Zhang from the matchmaker's shop advised Song's mother:

Don't cry, hold back the milk carefully. Only then did Song's mother stop crying. She counted the money to Lao Zhang and gave the rest to her husband.And she charged her husband many things, and he said: Do not worry. He hugged the child and led the donkey and walked away. At the fourth month of the year, Huang Banerya came again, and he wanted to take Song Ma back home, but Song Ma couldn't bear to part with her younger brother, and her mother wanted to have a baby again, so he left her behind.Mama Song counted a large stack of foreign money and handed it to her husband. He put the money in a blue cloth bag, rattled, and led the donkey away again.

From then on, he would come here twice a year, calling the donkey and tying it to the corner of the wall in the yard, making donkey dung balls all over the ground. Fortunately, he was allowed to leave for just one day.What rolled down from the donkey's back was a big sack, which contained either big peanuts or drunk dates, which he gave to the master and wife, my father and mother.There are plenty in the countryside. I just can't imagine what will happen to our family if Mama Song really goes back to her hometown?Who will get me up early to braid my hair and go to school?Who feeds Yanyan?Who will protect the younger brother when his father beats him?Who will wipe the ass when Zhuzhu shits?We can't live without her!

But she often wants to talk about going home. Recently, she asked us several times: Shall I go back to our hometown? No!Except for Yanyan, who can't speak, we objected in unison. In spring, my younger brother got measles and made a fuss. He shut his mouth tightly and refused to drink the reed root soup.Mom said: Okay, if you don't take medicine, tell your nanny to go back!Let's go back!Mom Song!Give all the clothes and gadgets to you little Shuanzi and little girls! Mama Song pretended to go out and said: go!go home!Go home and find our little Shuanzi and the little girl! I drink!I drink!do not go!The younger brother opened his hand pitifully for the bowl of reed root soup in his mother's hand, and drank most of the bowl in one go.Song's mother was so distressed, she immediately hugged her younger brother, leaned her head against his hot, rotten face and said:

don't go!I won't go!I still want our younger brother, not Xiao Shuanzi, not the little girl!Then, her eye circles turned red, and her younger brother gradually fell asleep under her patting. A few days ago, a young man who called Song Ma's mother came here. He came to stay for two days and wanted to find a job.He would use wire to weave lampshades for the electric lights at the gate to prevent the bulbs from being stolen by thieves.Mama Song asked him: When you came to Beijing, you saw our little Shuanzi, okay? Um?He seemed to be taken aback, his eyes were wide open, but I didn't see it, I came from my uncle in Liu village!

Oh, Mama Song paused thoughtfully for a moment, then asked again: You came here from your uncle, then, our girl was breastfed by Jin Zi from Liu Village, did you hear that the child is strong? oh?He was surprised again, he hadn't heard of it.That's right, don't worry! After a pause he continued: Auntie, if you can go home and have a look, you haven't been back for three or four years! After the young man left, Mama Song told her mother that she hesitated after hearing what her nephew said, and was very worried. Mom reassured her and said: I think your nephew is not serious. Listen, he will call your house and his uncle's house for a while.He can't even match his own words, how can he know about your child! Mama Song was still worried, she said: As soon as I started this year, my heart was always out of order, and I had several dreams! She called a fortune teller to interpret the dream.On Sunday, she asked me to write a letter for her.I have already memorized the place name of her hometown: Feng Village, Niulanshan, Shunyi County, delivered a letter from Feng Daming, my husband, to a safe home. How good it is to study, you can write letters at the age of nine, and you can't lose them when you go out! What did the letter say?I took a pen, spread out a piece of letter paper, and tried my best. Just write, is the family safe?Little Shuanzi must be careful when grazing cattle in the field, and don't just care about playing in the water.I made two pairs of shoes and one set of trousers.Don't forget to send money to the girl!Give people a lot of talk.The money I got back was nearly 200 yuan, and the second part of the land in Houpo should be redeemed, so as to save the land of the old people.Also, I am safe here, even if I am thinking about the child, when it is coming next month, I can feel at ease if I bring the embolism to me.besides This letter is too long!I stopped her from talking endlessly, let Dad write it! The letter her father wrote to her was sent, and Mama Song was very happy these days.Now, she asked her brother: If Xiao Shuanzi comes, will you let him sit on your new bench? give it!The younger brother stood up immediately after speaking. I also give.Zhuzhu said. Wait for Xiao Shuanzi to come, and join me in the attached elementary school, okay?I said. That's fine, as long as your mother agrees to let him live here. I'll say it!My mother listens to me very much. Xiao Shuanzi is here, don't laugh at him, Yingzi, you are the best at making fun of people!He is a countryman, but an aborigine!Song Ma said as if Xiao Shuanzi would arrive later.She looked at me again and said: Yingzi, he must be taller than you. It has been four years, how tall he has grown! Song Ma was so happy that she picked up Yanyan and put her on her lap.Knees bouncing, she sang her song: Eggs and egg shells, there is an elder brother sitting inside, the elder brother comes out to sell vegetables, an aunt sits inside, the grandma comes out to burn incense, and a girl sits inside, the girl comes out to light the lamp, burning her nose and eyes! She sang, holding Yanyan's little finger with her hand, pointing to her nose and eyes, Yanyan laughed so hard. Song Ma sang the allegro again: Locust tree locust tree, locust tree locust tree, a stage is set up under the locust tree, all the girls have arrived, but my girl hasn’t come yet; as soon as they talked, they came, riding a donkey, holding an umbrella, bare buttocks and holding hands updo The sun slanted over, and the golden light came through the cracks in the leaves, shining in my eyes. I followed Mama Song's singing, and tilted my head to avoid the dazzling sun. with.I raised my hand to cover the sun and took a closer look. It was really a little donkey walking over.The half of the blue cloth jacket of the donkey driver was covered with a layer of loess.Yo!Isn't that yellow teeth?I call Mama Song: Look, someone really came riding a donkey! Song Ma stopped singing and turned her head to stare blankly. Huang Ban'er gritted his teeth: Woah!The little donkey stopped in front of us. Mama Song didn't speak, she didn't stand up, the smile she had just now was gone, she looked straight at her husband with a sullen face, as if she was waiting for something. Huang Ban'er didn't say a word, just smacked his clothes, causing the loess to fly up.I despise him!Cover your nose with your hand.He took off his straw hat again and fanned it, not knowing who to tell: It's so hot! Song's mother seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and asked: Where are the children? Went to his aunt's house.He raised his foot to knock on his shoes again, without looking at Mama Song.His white socks turned yellow, which was also made by Song Ma.His socks are like shoes, with several layers of soles made of fine needles and dense threads. I looked at the big sack on the donkey's back, wondering what was in it this time.Huang Banerya took off the pocket and untied it, and took out a large handful of roasted dried hanging dates for me from the inside. It was crispy to the bite, spicy and fragrant. Yingzi, you take Zhuzhushangxiaohong to their house to play, and hang Luozao to get some more to share with others.Mama Song said. I took Zhuzhu and left. Looking back, Mama Song packed up four new benches with one hand, and hugged Yanyan with the other. My younger brother was holding her by the hem of her clothes. They were walking home.Huang Banerya led the little donkey and walked into my house. He must stay another night.His donkey is rolling all over the ground, and the flowers and plants planted by his father will be ruined again. When we came back from Xiaohong's house, it was almost dark, and I hadn't eaten a few hanging dates, so Xiaohong tied them all up with strings and hung them around my neck. When I entered the door, I saw Mama Song and her husband in the doorway.Huang Ban'erya sat on our new bench in a daze, while Song's mother covered her face and cried, not daring to make a sound. There is already food in the house.Mother was feeding Yanyan, frowning, pursing her mouth, shaking her head and sighing, her expression was quite wrong. Mom, I yelled softly, Mom Song is crying! My mother waved gently to me and forbade me to speak.What is so important? Mama Song's little Shuanzi was dead, Mama said to me in a husky voice, then she turned to Papa: Alas!It's been a year or two since she died, and she didn't say anything until now, no wonder Mama Song is always restless these days, she must ask her husband to ask.Her nephew's visit was interesting.Two things happen at the same time, how can people suffer! Dad also shook his head and sighed, having nothing to say. I was also very sad to hear that, but I didn't know what the other thing was, and I didn't dare to ask. My mother told me to call Song's mother. I also felt that it was a serious matter. When I entered the doorway, I didn't dare to scold her loudly like every time. I called softly: Mama Song, Mama is calling you! It was not easy for Song's mother to stop her sobbing and crying, and came into the room.Ma said to her: Go home with him tomorrow to have a look, you haven't been home for several years. The children are gone, why should I go back?I won't go back, and I won't go back even if I die!Song's mother said fiercely with red eyes; she took the spoon from her mother's hand and fed it to Yanyan, as if it meant that she would stay at our house and not leave. Who did your girl give it to?Can you get it back? So cruel!Song's mother gritted her teeth with hatred, she took her back that year, and before Ganqing had left Hade's door, he gave the child to someone else, and he said he didn't ask for money, I didn't believe it! Whoever it is given to has a name and surname, and there is a place to find it. It is said that it was given to a carriage driver, and the father and mother are forty years old and have no children. Who knows if it is true or not! It's okay to ask and look for it. So it turned out that there was such a thing, the little Shuanzi and the girl that Mama Song had been talking to us all the time were gone.Mother Song made so many clothes and shoes for the two of them every year, who did her husband give them to?Whose house has the little baby wrapped in the old cotton quilt gone?I wanted to ask how Xiao Shuanzi died, but seeing Mama Song's red and swollen eyes, I didn't dare to ask. I think you should go back.Mom tried to persuade her again, but Song's mother shook her head and didn't say anything, just shedding tears.She fed Yanyan spoonful by spoonful, Yanyan also ate mouthful, but her eyes were fixed on Mama Song.Because Mama Song has never looked like this before. Song's mother fetched water for the four of us to take a bath as usual, put a thick prickly heat powder on each of our faces and necks, and put my younger brother and Yanyan to bed as usual.It's just that she didn't have the mood to sing her Huo Lian'er song today, and just fanned them to sleep.Everything was business as usual, except that she hadn't had supper today and had left her husband in the doorway and ignored him.As for him, he was lighting a fire with a flint and steel, and he was smoking a dry pipe.The little donkey was probably hungry. It was lying on the ground, and suddenly raised its neck and let out a loud cry, how ugly!Huang Banerya went over and opened a bag of hay. When he saw something to eat, he rolled over and stood up. His little hoof trampled down two or three hosta flowers that his father had planted by the flower pond.The donkey ate hay, its nose twitched, and its big yellow teeth were bared.No wonder, who does the nurse's husband look like, it turned out to be him!Why did Mama Song marry Huang Banerya, you stupid ass! The next morning I got up and looked out the window. The donkey was gone, and there was a pile of dung balls left on the ground, and Song Ma was cleaning it.She looked up and saw me, and beckoned me out. I ran out, and Mama Song told me: Yingzi, don't run around, you will come out with me later, you can read, help me find a place. where to goI'm weird. Go to the Hardmen area to look for her. She cried again, lowered her head, picked up the donkey manure into the dustpan, and shed tears on it, looking for the girl. OKI promise. Song's mother and I went out secretly, and my mother coaxed my younger brother and them to play in the room.Not long after leaving the house, Mama Song regretted it: I should take my younger brother with me, he must cry when he turns around and sees me, he never left me for a moment!It was for this reason that Mama Song stayed at my house year after year. At this time, I dared to ask: How did Xiao Shuan die?Mom Song. Didn't I tell you that there is a river down the back slope of Feng Village? Yes, you said, be careful when you ask Xiao Shuanzi to herd the cattle, and don't just play with the water. When he fell into the water and died, he didn't know how to herd cattle. It turned out to be the year your mother gave birth to Yanyan. At that time the yellow board Well, what did your husband do? He said he went to the field, if he didn't go to the grass shed on the back slope to play money, it would be strange!Xiao Shuanzi must have been hungry all day looking for him to eat, and he was kicked out.If you don't go to the grass shed, you can't go to the river on the back slope. Also, why did your husband give away the little girl? Wouldn't it be more relaxing to give it away?Anyway, a girl is worthless.If Xiao Shuanzi hadn't died, girl, I wouldn't mind it.Now I have to get her back, and spend the money if I want to.Mama Song said. We walked from Rongxian Hutong, passed through Bingbuwa, Middle Street, Xijiaomin Lane, and exited Dongjiaomin Lane to Hardmen Street.I suddenly remembered another sentence on the road. Song mother, you come to our house, don't you regret losing two children? I really regret that I should have brought our little Shuanzi into the city to study and read with you. You want to find the girl, go home? Um.Song Ma blindly agreed, but she didn't hear me clearly. We walked to the gate of the Bank of China in Xijiaomin Lane, and Mama Song stopped on the stone steps, and a food seller stopped here as well.He set up a wooden shelf and put a square wooden plate on it, then lifted the cover, and was making a kind of food with yellow flour. Mom Song, what is he doing? ah?Song's mother was staring at the brick floor in a daze, she raised her head to look and said, that's called donkey rolling.Steam the yellow rice noodles, wrap them in brown sugar, and roll them in mung bean flour. It's delicious. Do you want to eat it? It's very interesting to call the food called Donkey Roller, I have no reason not to eat it!I swallowed and nodded, and Mama Song took out the money and bought me two to eat.She bought a few more and carefully wrapped them in a handkerchief. I said: Did you buy it for a girl? After leaving Dongjiaomin Lane, we saw the bustling Hadman Street, but which way to go?We stand at the gate of the American Tongren Hospital.Song's mother's back was drenched with sweat. She lifted the bamboo jacket and shook her shoulders, looking around and around. Let's go over there, she pointed to the diagonally opposite, there is a row of shops that are not buildings.After passing through a few houses, I saw a carriage house. It was very dark inside, and there were people sitting idle at the door.Mama Song asked the man: Asking you, there is a big brother who drives a carriage, and there is a girl in front of him, is it with you? The man looked at Mama Song and me strangely: Where are you from? An old fellow asked me to bring him a letter. The man pointed to the small alley next to him and said: Where is my home, the one at the end of the alley. Song Ma was very excited, and thanked the man directly, and then she took my hand and walked into the alley.This is a dead end, and at the end, there is a small black door. Although the door is closed, it opens with a push. There are two or three children playing with dirt in the yard. Excuse me, find someone!Mama Song yelled loudly. One of the children shouted several times into the room: Grandma, someone is looking for you. An old lady came out of the house. She was deaf, and she was probably going blind. She didn't see us standing at the door, and she couldn't hear the children talking. She didn't come towards the door until they pointed at us.Mama Song yelled loudly: How many families live in your yard? Ah, just one family.The old lady put her hands over her ears to hear. You have a girl! Yes, you want to find the child's mother!She pointed to three boys. Song Ma shook her head, knowing that something was wrong, before the old lady finished speaking, she said: I got the wrong guy! We walked from Harder's Gate to Harder's Gate, and we saw three coach shops in total, and they all shook their heads when they asked.We had no choice but to walk back the same way. Mama Song didn't say a word on the way. It took me a long time to think of something and said: Yingzi, are you tired from walking?Shall we take the car? I shook my head and looked up at Mama Song. She pinched the flesh between her eyebrows with her hands, closed her eyes, and was a little unsteady, as if she was about to faint.She asked me again: Are you hungry?As he spoke, he opened the towel bag and took out a donkey roll that he bought just now. The mung bean powder on it had been soaked by the yellow rice noodles.I read aloud: donkey roll!Take it and put it in your mouth. I said to Song Ma: I know why the donkey is called rolling, your donkey is rolling on the ground, there is always such a pile under the buttocks.I brought one up for her to see, like donkey dung balls? I wanted to make Mama Song laugh, but she didn't laugh, she just said: eat! Half a month later, Song's mother said that she had traveled all over Beijing's carriage shops, and there was no sign of a girl. Under the shade of the trees, I can no longer hear the story of Xiao Shuanzi herding cattle on the back slope of Feng Village; I can no longer see the pairs of thick soles in Mama Song's hands;She always looked at the silver bracelet in her hand back and forth without saying a word. Winter is here again, and Huangbanerya is here again.Song's mother left him in the servant's room all day without talking to him.It was a snowy night, and we huddled in front of the window to look at the yard after dinner.Mama Song turned on the electric light in the yard, and the light shone on the white snow, flat and bright.Snow is still falling from the sky, layer by layer.Mama Song fed Yanyan some frozen persimmons, and I recited a Chinese lesson called "Snow": piece by piece, Two slices, three slices, four, five slices, Six pieces, seven pieces, eighty-nine pieces, Fly into the reeds are gone. The teacher said that this was a poem written by an emperor who couldn't compose poems, and his courtiers added the last line.But it's easy to read and sounds good. Mother made Yanyan's red satin padded jacket under the lamp. The cotton was torn into small and thin pieces and spread on top of each other.Mom said: Call your master, I asked the master to write the letter secretly, you go back with him, and come back here next year after giving birth to a son.If the child is not dead, if the wealth is not scattered, Xiao Shuanzi and the girl will not belong to you, what can be done!You can't stop having children from here! Song's mother said nothing, and her mother said: What do you think? Mama Song said: That's okay, I'll go home and settle the score with him! Both father and mother laughed. Where are these children?Mama Song said. Are you still afraid that I will treat them badly?Mom said with a smile. Mama Song looked at me and said: You are old enough to study, don't bully your brother!Don't tell your father about him, he is young. My younger brother has already fallen asleep on the chair. He is very naughty now and often climbs on the table to look through my schoolbag. Song's mother carried her brother to the bed, and she gently took off his shoes for fear of waking him up.She sighed and said, "I won't be able to see me tomorrow morning, maybe what's going on."She said to her mother again: "This child has a strong temper, so tell the master not to beat him at every turn; Yanyan has been coughing for the past two days, so you should give her some duck pear stewed with rock sugar; I brought it here; Zhuzhu's socks should be mended.Also, I think I'm still alas!Mama Song didn't finish her sentence, so she stopped talking. Mom took out the booklet, asked Dad to read it, and counted a lot of money and gave it to her; she took the money indifferently, without counting, and laughed miserably: Just leave! Go to bed early, you have to get up early tomorrow.Mom said. Song Ma opened the door to look at the sky and said: That year, when I came to Beijing, it was also snowing heavily. In a flash, it has been four years! Her red padded jacket had also been torn apart a long time ago; the old cotton was replaced with a torreria, which was soaked for combing hair; the face and lining were used for Xiao Shuanzi's shoe soles. Mom, will Song's mother come back when she goes back?I lay on the bed and asked my mother. My mother waved her hand and told me to keep my voice down, she was afraid that I would wake up my brother, so she said to me softly: Yingzi, she is going back now, maybe next year when it snows, she will come again, holding a new doll. At that time, she will still be a nanny for our family, right?Then you also have a little sister. Children's nonsense!My mother scolded me with a serious face. Who will braid my hair tomorrow morning?My hair is yellow and short, it's hard to comb, every morning I always jump to urge Mama Song, and she will scold me: I'm used to urging, and I'm urging me to get on the sedan chair tomorrow, how stupid! Get up early tomorrow, and you can still let Song Mama braid your hair before leaving.Mom said. I woke up just after dawn, and heard the rustling sound outside the window. I suddenly remembered something, and quickly got up and ran to the window to look out.When the snow stopped, there was snow hanging on the dry branches, and the little donkey was tied to the tree trunk. As soon as it moved, the snow on the branches would shake off and fall on the donkey's back. I put on my clothes lightly and went out to find Mama Song in the servant's room. She was startled when she saw me getting up so early.I said: Mama Song, braid my hair. She is very kind today and doesn't nag me anymore. After the little donkey had finished his breakfast, Huang Banerya led it to the gate. The quilts were laid on the donkey's back one by one, as thick as a sofa chair, and it must be very comfortable to ride on. Song's mother was ready. She wrapped a large woolen scarf around her head, and then wrapped it around her neck twice.She told me: I won't wake up your mother, the porridge is stewing on the fire!Yingzi, study hard, you are a big sister, you have to look good.After she finished speaking, she sat cross-legged on the donkey's back. That posture was amazing! Huang Ban'er patted the donkey's buttocks, and the little donkey walked forward, leaving clear hoofprints on the thick snow.Huang Banerya ran behind the donkey, shouting: Get, get, get, get. There was a string of small bells around the donkey's neck, which rang really nicely in the fresh air after the snow.