Chapter 4 Chapter Four

In the twelfth lunar month, the first heavy snow fell on the Red Grass Wasteland.Xuecaizi in the wind has big goose feathers, fluttering like a vagabond who can't touch his house.The little thatched hut of the old lame man was buried in the snowdrifts, only the wall made of bitter bamboo slats under the eaves and the black hole of the small window were exposed. On the beam, a brood of chickens was gathered under the belly of the small square table, dozing off with their heads tucked into their wings.In a big yellow mud brazier in the house, a wheat husk fire was burning. The old man squatted by the brazier, swung a hatchet with a tilted head, chopped thorns and put them on the wheat husks. There was a big burst of thick smoke, sluggish and stagnant, and lingered for a long time.

Open the firewood gate, Guilong.The old lame man said: smoke comes out. Liuzhier Guilong looked out through the crack of the firewood door and said, "Okay, Dad, the wind has brought all the snow to the gate, and the pile at the gate is half a person's height, and it might reach the cornice behind the house."The twelfth lunar month snow eliminates insects, and there will be a good harvest next year, so I took a shovel and shoveled the road outside the door.Pile it up again, for fear that the firewood gate will be bent. Hi, never mind the harvest.The old man's brows were frowning: he collected too much, donated too much, shaved too much, and in the end he dumped his grain urn to the sky.I only worry about how to spend the spring famine next year

Guilong opened the firewood gate, and large pieces of crushed snow rolled in.He tightened his belt, rubbed his hands, and raised the shovel to shovel up the snow. Xuecaizi was still dancing in the wind, hitting the temple wall over there as if drunk.Far and near are blurred with whiteness, only the sound of snapping dead branches of poplar trees and the chirping noise of sparrows huddled in the eaves can be heard.He shoveled out the door vigorously, avoiding his father's sad face.Snowflakes fell on his back, stuck to his forehead and short hair, turning into a bone-piercing chill.The air in the snow was soft and slightly warm, with a refreshing sweet smell, which made his lungs open greatly.Under the cover of heavy snow, the wilderness fell into a peaceful sleep, and walked into its past dreamland. It made the residents on the marsh land snuggle up to the warm brazier, guarding the loneliness of the winter; it was like wheat seeds under the snow layer. , dreaming of spring day and night.Dad is getting old, he can't stand the mess, his tears are dripping, he holds his chest in his hands and coughs dryly, all day long, when he brings up his worry, his brows are locked with locks, he either sighs or sighs, making people look sad, and there is no way to persuade him.Let it fall, snow!There is such a voice in Liuzhier Guilong's heart: I just hope that you will never be a genius!

The snowy road was only shoveled after a trip, and it was swept away by the wind before night.The father and the son had nothing to do, hugged their knees and got angry, bored for a long time, chatted a few words, and just watched the night like this.The old lame man somehow remembered Waihu Lai'er, sighed and said to his son: "That man is a first-class good man, from the inside to the outside, his bones are hard, and he is so lonely and desolate. If he doesn't die in the mouth of a wolf, he won't know it Where have you gone!It's so cold, without that set of cotton jacket and trousers, there is a high probability that I will freeze to death!

The son didn't make a sound, and poked the fire with chopsticks. I said he was a first-class guy!The old lame man repeated: With his guts, experience, and frame, if he goes astray and enters the underworld, he may not be the owner of a village or the king of a mountain!When I was down and out in the field, I didn't change my mind to fight devils. When the sky cleared and the snow melted, and the old peddler came down to sell New Year's goods, I would buy more incense candles and burn them. Father, don't curse him, maybe he's not dead? ! How could I curse him to come?I pray to God to keep him safe.The old man squinted his eyes: If he passed through the Red Grass Desolate and ordered Zhang Fudui, he might be able to ask for some letters when your uncle's hunting car comes over.

The hunting cart should have come before the snow.Guilong said: This snow has blocked the hunting season for half a year. I am afraid that it will be half a month late, and it will be a new year. The heavy snow stopped on the second day, and the sky was not opened after the snow, and the wind was connected again; the cloud was pressing down on the zenith, so low that it could touch a human head, and the roar of the unobstructed strong wind roared in the frozen sky. There was a shrill whistle on the snowy sea.In the wild forest with white caps, the dead branches cannot withstand the wind and snow, and the wind swayed, making a sound of breaking; the crow that lost its nest flew out and stayed on the ridge of the Temple of Fire to make a noise: even if you chase it, you can't fly it away.

Unlucky stink birds and insects, want to rely on food? !Liuzhier said while spitting.Crows, like voles, are all hated by farmers.Every winter, as usual, some farmers have to pick out the crow's nest, go to the field to dig the hibernating field mice, and drive them to other places.Farmers believe that crows sit in empty nests in winter, and picking them will not harm life; hibernating voles dig out their holes, stuff them into straw bags, wrap them with thick wheat straw, throw them on uninhabited wasteland, and chant the mantra of releasing life. It will not enter the field again.But the old lame man never did this. He always told Guilong: "Birds and sparrows are just like people. They are all raised by the sky. Even if they nest in your food urn, how much food will they consume for you?"If you consume some food, you won't die from starvation. Why do you dig it and pick it? !

No digging or picking this year, no digging or picking next year, the whole camp of Crow's Nest has come to the forest near the Huoshen Temple.Guilong was standing in the cold morning wind cursing the crows, when the old lame man spoke at the door: The crows make good noises in the morning, but they make bad noises in the evening, don't scold, first go to the intersection and look around to see if anyone is coming from the east of the bridge! Dad, you are always suspicious.Guilong said: How can anyone go out in this cold day? The old lame counted the days with his fingers, shook his head and said, "It's either today or tomorrow. The old peddler's picker is going to the countryside, and he's about to deliver the stove. The Stove Lord is on his picker. Don't say it's just a heavy snowfall, or a knife. will come too.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is right there, and the picker of the old shopkeeper Shi Da crossed the Tulong River in the evening; this old man in his sixties has been doing marshland business all his life, and he has been picking picks for a long time, his back is pressed into a bow, thin and thin His body was wrapped in a coir raincoat, blown fluttering by the strong wind, and he walked over the frozen snow. Before Tiaozi arrived at the Temple of Fire, the old lame man and his son went up to meet him. Guessing that you are going to go to the countryside, the old lame said: I asked Guilong to lay out the shop for you earlier, and went into the house to heat the fire, and the ready-made hot soup and rice on the stove.

Oh, I almost couldn't go to the countryside, Shi Da's eyebrows and beard seemed to be covered with frost: a piece of Zhang Fudui, this month has turned upside down, and I can't finish it for a while. The old lame man looked at the old peddler and said breathlessly: Oh!No wonder Orion didn't let the car come over.Have you seen Fa Cai? I was about to tell you this, but Shi said with great effort: I burned paper foil on his grave.He died before the snow, and the wind carried his voice far away.The old man suddenly stopped in front of the house, as if he had lost something somewhere.

do you hear that?Guilong.Your rich uncle is dead!Died before the snow? !such a solid person Guilong faced west, his mouth half-opened in shock.The dusk of the cloudy day in the twelfth lunar month is a bleak leaden gray, like a huge leaden plate, covered by leaden cloud; walking. One word, random words kill people!The old peddler took a rest in front of the small hut, panted and said: I saw Aunt Fa Cai yesterday, she asked me to bring a message, she couldn’t live on the pile, and when Fa Cai died, she dragged the silver flower on her hand, she couldn’t let go, As soon as the spring begins, I will bring my daughter to live in Zedi. When I am full of filial piety, I will discuss with you to book a date earlier to start a family for Guilong. Guilong went into the door, turned on the small lamp in the wall hole, and put two pieces of new firewood on the brazier.The old shopkeeper took off his coir raincoat and hung it on the corner of the door. Getting rich is not dying of illness!The old peddler stretched out his hand on the brazier: he was tied to a peg by Tubalu Su Dahun and burned to death on the charge of harboring a man riding a white horse The old lame father and son looked at each other, their hearts lighted up like a flash, who is the man riding the white horse? !What crime did he commit by harboring that man? The old lame man cried out, "They're going to burn them alive to make a fortune?" !Even if he lost half his life hunting, he did no harm to anyone! Shi Da frowned and stared at the red fire in the basin, many deep and thin wrinkles gathered at the corners of his eyes: I have to start from the beginning of this matter, you know, Zhang Fudui has never been peaceful since he came to fight the devils, and when he reached adulthood The blockade was pulled at the head, gasoline boats kept coming and going in the middle of the river, and trucks piled up on them, and notices were posted in every village and town, saying that there were hairy monkeys hiding in the wilderness!This year, the leader of the devils wanted to dig up the piles and flood the marshland with water, but there was no rain in the autumn, the water in the Zhangfu River was shallow, and there were 18 floors of the pile of gods. Come on, there is a word on the slate, which reads: God's heap is indestructible!Picking up one piece and returning ten yuan, I'm afraid God will be uncomfortable! (Note: In the native language, it means unwillingness.) The devils were frightened, and dared not go down again, turned their faces, and vented their anger on the people's heads, burning and killing them, confiscating the guns of the bunch of hunters, and forcing them not to go hunting in the swamp again. The old man filled a bag of cigarettes for Shi Da, wiped the saliva from the cigarette holder and handed it over.The guns in the center were eaten by the Su Da bastard of the Eighth Route.Su Da bastard vented his anger with the bandit Scar Liu Wuyi, and made a gun trade with Erhuang's Zhang Shihe, and shot at the devil's face on both sides. Su Da bastard lay on a large cigarette bed, and the two of them smoked a pipe together.That is to say, there are all kinds of turtles and grandsons, except that the central government is not allowed to have one. Horses were tied in front of the house.Although that man looks like a fierce god, who knows that he is the savior of the common people. Come on, Father Shi.Guilong couldn't help but said: Waihu Lai'er also came here, lived in the temple for several days, and my father even gave him a set of cotton-padded jacket and trousers! Unexpectedly, he was still alive and went to Zhang Fudui.The old mangy's eyes were wet, I don't know whether it was gratification or sadness: I always thought he was dead when I rode into the red grass that night. Didn't you hear about him trying to get rid of the scar Liu Wu? !The old shopkeeper suddenly brightened his brows: Hey, a piece of Zhang Fudui has already been spread all over the world!As soon as Crooked Hu was on the pile, he got rich and advised him: Zhang Fudui, you can't stay, the people in the central government are all eaten by Su Da bastard, and the pile is full of devils and eight-way troops. Nowhere is it dead.Regardless of other things, just talking about guns and horses is enough to make people jealous. In this day and age, murdering a person is like crushing an ant.Guizi Balu doesn't often go to the top of the pile, but Liu Wu, the one with the scar, comes around in three days and two days. If you meet him, you will die.Crooked Hu Lai'er said: Leaving aside the devils, what kind of thing is this Liu Wu, and he is so fierce? !Someone told him: You are from a foreign country, you don't know how powerful Scar Liu Wu is, Erhuang secretly sells arms and guns, Su Dahuner is the buyer, Scar Liu Wu is a middleman, both sides can reach, In secret, he still works as an old businessman who promotes the God of Wealth and rips off money. No one dares to call him a bandit, and everyone calls him Liu Wuye.Walking like an eagle with a pistol in his hand, seeing who doesn't like it, he just slammed it with one shot. In the past two years, I don't know how many people died from his gun! Crooked Hu Lai'er listened to the words, but did not make a sound, and led the horse away that day.A few days later, Liu Wu's group of thieves were making tea in a teahouse on the street, and the sound of horseshoes came, and the white shadow flashed, threw three bullets into the box, and knocked down three of the scarred Liu Wu. In the evening of the same day, Liu Wu buried his men and came back to Luosu Hongsheng Inn. He talked to the accountant across the counter and said, "Do you know where the guy on the white horse came from this morning? How dare he take Liu Wuye under his knife?" !The accountant is short-sighted, and he is using the abacus to settle the accounts. He didn't know that it was Liu Wu who was talking. Hearing this, he became excited and boasted: "Is there any need to ask?"He is the fast horse squad of the old Central Standing Brigade, Lianger of the army!One shot made the devil call his father and mother a wolf!I don't know how many people in the underworld have been recruited!You said, can't he hit Liu Wu with a small scar? !As soon as Liu Wu heard this, his hairs stood on end with chills all over his body, but he insisted: I only heard that Mr. Liu Wu is a threader, but I have never heard of anyone who can swing Cheng Yaojin's axe!You said that when they met, they fought against each other, who was better than whom?The accountant snorted and said: Three shots knocked him down three of Liu Wu's men, the horse ran like a flash, a teahouse was full of people, the bullets didn't hit anyone else, and just got into the thief's head like long eyes, this is the real thread La!Liu Wu what?Comparing with others? !One is a natural card, the other is a clown, the two have nothing to do with each other, and they are not enough to carry shoes with others!If the ghost came back with his legs wrapped around him, and was opposite him, he would gnaw on the grass with his butt up!Scar Liu Wuyi listened to Mr. Accountant describe him as worse than a dog, his anger was raised, his eyes rolled up, his nostrils made noises, and he snorted and said: Fuck a dog!Who do you see?Master is Scar Liu Wu!If you hurt the Lord secretly, the Lord will come to clean you up! The accountant didn't even dream that it was Liu Wu standing outside the counter. Hearing Liu Wu's call, it was like a little ghost meeting the king of Hades. Both the big and the big souls ran away from his back. Then he raised his face and took a closer look at Liu Wu The three souls also left the scar on the forehead, and put their hands on the abacus, only to hear the beads of the abacus rolling, and the figure stood on the sieve.Liu Wu was about to draw his pistol and knock down the accountant, when a hand patted him on the shoulder and said: You are Liu Wu, wonderful!A dog!You also look at who is the grandfather?Master is the ancestor who specializes in killing thieves, crooked Hu Lai'er!Liu Wuyi turned his head, and the man behind him was like a black mountain, his head was shaking on the door frame, one hand was on his hips, and the other was holding a barrel gun, with his thumb resting on the nose. That's it, Scar Liu Wu can't even fire his gun.Crooked Hu Lai'er grinned and showed his white teeth, "Boy!Just because of that inexplicable bird scar on your forehead, how dare you call him Scar Liu Wuye? !I am full of prudish holes, enough to be your scarred ancestor!Raise your hand and hand over the gun, and I will keep your whole body, or else, I will shoot the scar on your forehead and make your head bloom! Scar Liu Wuzhen was clever; he slapped the countertop with one palm, his body flew up, and rolled into the hallway on the spot.Crooked Hu Lai'er prevented the accountant from shooting, so he flashed out of the shop and got on his horse.Scarred Liu Wu went out the back door, went down the high pile, and ran westward along the foot of the pile, crooked and mangy chasing after him; Waihu Lai'er didn't knock out half of his hair, and Waihu Lai'er clamped his horse, stopped Liu Wulu and said: "My surname is Liu, I have learned your marksmanship!"Regarding the evil you did earlier, ten brains are not enough for me!I'm going to shoot you in the back, knock you down with one shot, and you're already lying there!I don't do that kind of killing. If you want to compare guns, how about I let you change the magazine? Scarred Liu Wubai gave a crooked look and Hu Lai'er said, "Forget me!"Nothing to say.Liu Wu is not a girl, so if I don't accept your favor, just kill him and listen to it!Crooked Hu said: Listening to you, you are a kind man. I don't intend to eliminate you, but to eliminate harm for the place!Throw away the box gun, follow me to Duitou, I will hand you over to the local people, and your life and death are in their hands!Scarred Liu Wu heard this, and even the bloody scar on his forehead turned white. He threw the gun and said fiercely: "Okay, I, Liu Wubian, will remember you too."You still said that you can't kill them all!Crooked Hu Lai'er smiled and said: Liu Wu, as the saying goes: real gold is not afraid of fire!If you haven't done anything wrong, it's okay to go there, there is a wrong and a debt, no matter what happens, there will be an end!let's go. Crooked Hu Lai'er handed Liu Wu over to Jishang, and a large group of grievances and sufferers rushed forward, biting his flesh alive, one bite at a time, and biting the living Liu Wu into a persimmon. Su Dahuner took a hundred guns to the pile , named by name and surname, and wanted to settle accounts with Waihu Mangy, but he couldn't find Waihu Mangy, but he found Fa Cai's head and asked someone to tie him to a stake, put a gun in his chest, and forced him to tell Waihu Mangy's hiding place.Getting rich just didn't talk, and that's what happened A nest of woodworms burst out of the damp wood roots, the old man's tears dripped by the brazier, the sad thing ended like that, the fortune hunting cart would never be put in the swamp again, Guilong bowed his head , Consciously, a heart is burning like a burning coal. Don't feel bad for getting rich, the old lame said: Those wicked people were born, but they also gave birth to a fierce man like a crooked lame to deal with them, and this side is considered blessed!To get rich is to die for the crooked man, and he will die in peace!As for Guilong's aunt coming to Zedi, it's like coming home. I'm old and can't support her for the rest of my life, and Guilong is still here! If I want to meet Su Da bastard, Gui Long said fiercely: I can use an ax and I will chop him Don't speak such wild words.The old shopkeeper said: When a wicked person comes to the world, God will take care of him. As the saying goes: good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the only thing to fight is the early and the late!You are young, the days are like countless leaves, always see you The old peddler only rested in the temple for one night, and the next day he ran west with his pick, leaving behind a colorful picture of the Stove Lord, a bunch of peach charms, some red paper couplets and joss stick paper horses.The sound of the small rattle drum was so trembling that Zhang Fuduitou, crooked mangy man Liu Wu, and Su Dahunr set fire to the hunters to make a fortune, like sowing seeds in every village in the marshes. In this way, the strange man riding a white horse who had been gradually forgotten by people once again entered the hearts of the people again. His elusive whereabouts, angry white horse, and chivalrous courage to eliminate the villain Liu Wushi shocked the villagers. After several twists and turns, his tone became even more exaggerated, describing Waihu Mangyer as a hero who hunted tigers up the mountain and caught jackals in the grass den.After the story is finished, the comforting mood is gone. No matter how strong Waihu Mangyer is, he is just a single-handed man. In troubled times, the wicked seem to die forever, and the good people never live long. Waihu Mangyer is not a god, but also has one nose and two eyes Flesh man. The days are used to chaos, and people are also used to being shocked. If you don’t hear gunshots or horses neighing on a day, that day will be considered a blessing from God!The new year passed in peace, and none of the devils came to harass me, but there was always a gloomy feeling of gloom and a premonition of misfortune, covering the swampy land like a dark cloud. Eight roads will come out of the lake again to urge food! Maybe the devils will come down to clear the countryside in the beginning of spring? ! God open your eyes!One with his face upturned: In the land in the east of the lake, there are only a few people supporting the situation. Although he is not a big tree, he can't keep everyone in the shade. As long as the banner of the center is there, people are alive. Have a desire! If Commander He ran into Mr. Crooked Hu Lai, the situation would be different!Father Shi said: Don't worry, whoever the people's heart is for will prosper. This is the same truth through the ages.The devil wants to clear the country, let him clear it, the Hudong people can't be killed by him! New news came from the mouths of the refugees: Good!The devils really want to come down to clear the countryside, and Shao Zuo Shanzhuo insists that to clear the countryside, the lake must be cleared first, so that the monkey with hairy hair can retreat.At the beginning of the new year, the devil's gasoline boats continued to sail westward along the Zhangfu River, sweeping up the reeds along the lake, and Hongze County on the Eighth Route also fled to the north.Commander He of Wu Dazhuang took a gun and went into the county in disguise. No, why command the people in the central government not to send meat buns to the dog's mouth when entering the county? ! The messenger laughed: You don't know why the commander treats the county town as a road?Others all said that he planted a group of people in Zhang Shihe's security team, and that he was the most effective in finding out the devil's news. Maybe one day, he might turn it inside out! You came from the east, did you hear that there is a crooked man with a white horse?The old lame man was always thinking about Waihu Lai'er, and interjected to ask: "That man is a strange man in the world, even though he didn't show his name, he did amazing things."Although Commander He of Wu Dazhuang can be regarded as shrewd, he is a bit inferior to him!I don't know if the two are together? Oh, you mean Zhang Fudui's scarred Liu Wu's crooked son-in-law? !Everyone said that he was transformed from a bald-tailed old god dragon in the marshland. He could not see the head but could not see the tail, and the tail could not see the head. Who knew his whereabouts?He took away the horse of the devil's leader, Major Shan Zhuo, and disabled Shan Yao's left arm. Shan Yao hated him to the core. He heard that he had made a sandalwood box for him and offered a reward of 40,000 counterfeit tickets to arrest him. Pretend to send his head to Xuzhou. Crooked Hu Lai's grandfather went to Chen Jixi at the end of the year.A skinny farmer said: Isn't there a vicious and vicious stalker Chen Kunwu in the river river swamp, who specializes in short-circuiting to rob money and do all kinds of evil things in the world. Call the crooked Hu Lai to be out of breath after chasing him.The moon is black, the remaining snow on the ground has not been cleared, the crooked man is afraid that he will run away, so he shoots a cone from a long distance and hits his calf, and throws away the earthen gun. The south of the depression is my lonely village, and there is a small river in front of the village. At night, I heard a dog biting Sheng (Note: Sheng means stranger), and the crooked mangy white horse whistled to the door like a whirlwind and called to open the door.My name is Crooked Hu Lai'er!He got straight to the point and reported: I chased that bastard, Chen Kunwu, and shot him in the leg, and he turned around your house and disappeared!This thief is vicious, so we can't keep him!When I first saw him with a gun in his hand and a gun on his shoulder, he was so frightening that my legs shook like chaff. When I heard his call number, I was not afraid anymore. No one knew that he was a bald tail hanging from the sky. Old Shenlong, a hero who was scarred by Liu Wu.I grabbed a sunflower stick as a torch and led him to light it everywhere. Chen Kunwu's footprints and blood spots were still left on the remnant snow.He was shot in the right leg, crawling away!Pointing to a thin patch of remnant snow, the crooked man said, "Look, this is the mark from the knee, it's the mark from the finger, the blood is on the right side, he can't climb very far, maybe he got into the haystack beside the wheat field." went!I said: If he wants to enter the haystack, I will set it on fire!Crooked Hu Lai suddenly raised his head and asked me: Do you hate Chen Kunwu?I peeled off my padded jacket to reveal the scar on my side and said: Last year he took my cow and shot me again, which caused me to wear plaster for more than half a year. When I got up, I couldn’t push the cart, and I couldn’t hold the plow handle stably. I became half disabled. How can I not hate him? !The two searched for a long time with sunflower fire sticks, but the blood marks disappeared by the river, and the river surface was frozen hard, and Chen Kunwu was nowhere to be seen.Crooked Hu Mani waved the torch towards the snow and sighed: "Tonight, he deserves to die!"I'm leaving, as long as he leaks again, I will cure him!He was still an old cripple carrying a dung-pan and picking up dung. He saw Chen Kunwu early the next morning. He squatted in the ice hole at the mouth of the river for half the night. He climbed across the river after the torch was extinguished. Zha'er, the old cripple didn't recognize him, so he was left in the hut to heat the fire and bind his wounds. He stayed there for three days, but his injuries were not serious. The crooked Hu Lai only cares about beating bandits, I'm afraid he will suffer a loss sooner or later!The old man Pei who came up from the Shuangjin gate wiped his goatee and said: Now the devil wants to arrest him, Erhuang wants to arrest him, and the Eighth Route Army also wants to arrest him. Commander He has a stubborn temper and insists that he is a deserter from the standing brigade. No, he didn't go to Wu Dazhuang to report to eat anti-Japanese rations, but he wanted to go alone and cause trouble everywhere!This is not enough for four heads!He beat the bandits again, well, beat Zhang and Li, and the bandits all communicated with each other.Fatty Lu, the big bandit leader in the north, stepped on Nanxinji with dozens of horses, slapped his chest, and said loudly: Yes, Liu Wu of the knife and Chen Kunwu are all guys who don't abide by the rules of the underworld. , deserved to die!However, no matter what you say, they shouldn't be moved by crooked Hu Lai. He wants to show his face and go back to Lunan Lu, no one can control him. The east of Hongze Lake is the land with the surname Lu, so he can't be allowed to be rampant!When I take my brothers down to the swamp, I'll meet him and turn over his bald tail!You said, he single-handedly worked hard for this people, can he do it for a long time?Fatty Lu has many fast horses under his command, and he dares to lift up the God of Wealth in the den of Japanese devils. Hey, the old lame sighed and said: auspicious people have their own appearance, don't worry so much about him, I can't believe anything else, I can trust God! In the swamp, almost everyone has the same idea as the old mangy. No matter what kind of changes will happen to this low-lying wilderness, no matter what kind of fate will befall the crooked mangy, God has His own arrangements. .In people's hearts, hope is growing like spring grass. Isn't it spring again in the swamp? A string of soft spring breeze clears away the remaining snow, and spring on the wasteland always comes so suddenly, as if beneath the warm stratum, there is a huge and miraculous force that pulls out all life; when dozens of miles of red grass revives, Surrounded by a verdant dense forest, the young grass leaves are transparent light jade color, connected with the light blue sky feet.The light green color is handed down in the wild forest, and it has been green beyond the bank of the Tulong River.Several spring rains in succession made the Tulong River full, and the chaotic water flowed into the five parallel westward streams.In the middle section of Leijiagou, in the most concave area of ​​the Red Grass Wasteland, there is stagnant water everywhere, turning into many shallow swamps that communicate with each other. Ferntail grass, prawn grass, mountain grass, and broad-leaved grass all grow in the center of the swamp; Drift logs, running branches, and tree sections that have been felled by people lie horizontally in the clear and shallow stagnant water, and white fungus, gray fungus, ghost lily, and cat's foot moss are all over their bodies with belts and leaves.Woodpeckers are pecking wood in the depths of the forest, and their long and sharp beaks make a crisp sound that they must be peeled off. One by one, the pieces are blended into the mist floating in the soft green; Come out and show off their vibrant colors.In the soil nests and tree holes, the little prey that had been stuffy all winter came out and returned to the soft green world.Some small, plump-winged hawks are also learning to soar higher and farther on the bushy leaves of the forest. It is slightly light yellow, and the leaves are shaking in the wind, like countless little chicks trying their wings for the first time, as long as they grow a joint, they can make waves.But the long and narrow field of rape blossoms is silent, waiting for March to show the astonishing yellow pistils, but the moist air is always the first to tell the spring breeze the breath buried in the center of the earth, making people's lungs open, smelling the smell full of soil, thinking of There is a piece of rapeseed nearby that is about to bloom. Aunt Facai brought her daughter Yinhua to Zedi, and Orion Wufuer pushed a handcart to see her off.Aunt Fa Cai is not old, not over fifty, since Uncle Fa Cai died at the hands of Su Da bastard, she regards a day as a year, she is not old, she is old, crying all day long, and her eyes are broken from crying, People are so thin that they can spin around in their clothes. I planned to borrow the bluestone house, and Aunt Fa Cai said to the old lame man, "It's inconvenient to live with Guilong if Yinhua hasn't passed the door."If it hadn't been for your Brother Fa Cai's misfortune, if it hadn't been for dragging Yinhua and not explaining, I, a miserable person, would have gone with Fa Cai long ago Don't be sad anymore, his aunt, the old mangy persuasion with red eyes: After the death of Guilong's mother, why do I want to live, it's easy to be a dog in peace, but difficult for people in troubled times.At the beginning, I always wanted to rest in the ground, stretched my legs, closed my eyes, I no longer saw this lawless world, and thought about it later, it is better to die than to live badly, always to see the end of the villain!When the old man Shi Laoshi brought the letter, I discussed with Guilong that there was no need to go to the bluestone house. I leveled out an acre of land behind the temple. Large bricks, made of cohesive soil, wheat husks, and broken grass, are used as walls.) also came out of a pile, and only a few sunny days were needed to build the wall. Guilong was asked to go into the forest to cut some beams and repair them When I got up, I moved there, and the days were chaotic, and there were always many copies to take care of when I leaned together. The two old men sighed and talked, but the two younger ones stayed aside in embarrassment, having nothing to say.Yinhua refused to enter the door, she lowered her head, stood leaning on the door with her braids in her hands, with one foot outside the door and the other on the firewood threshold, she looked very petite in her filial piety, with a white face without rouge A layer of cold sadness condenses on it.Liuzhiergui huddled against the corner of the wall, crossed his arms with his hands, and stared at the ground. There were bonfires all over the ground, and there were all smiling faces of Yinhua.Don't you often look forward to seeing silver flowers in your dreams?Yinhua is over there, through the shoulder of the hunter Wu Fuer, you can see her curving bangs covering her shoulders, and her fingertips twisting the braids; but it is no longer the Yinhua in my dream. Guilong, the old lame man saw his son's uneasiness, and ordered: "You take an axe, a saw and a rope, ride a donkey to the milling house, ask Er Hei'er to come and help, go into the forest to chop wood, and build a fork behind the temple." First, make Liang Yan and the mountain frame first, and I will take the earthen pot for lunch, and let your aunt and Yinhua live in the house, and we will spread quilts and rest in the temple! Don't go to the grinding room to invite Er Hei'er!Wu Fu'er stood up and put on a belt: I'll help Guilong chop wood, build a new house and then go back. The hunter hung up his guns, and his bones hurt from being idle. If he went back to the pile early, he would just hide all day long. . Just rest, Wufuer.The old man said: After pushing the car in the middle of the night, it's time for you to catch up on sleep. Dad, did you forget?Wu Fuer stretched her waist facing the morning light: In previous years, I drove to the marsh with Uncle Fa Cai, and there was no night hunting that was not an all-night hunt Before sunrise, the atmosphere of the earth rises and melts into the morning mist, and it is wet and misty everywhere.Liuzhier Guilong walked in front carrying the ax and saw and the wooden rope, and Wu Fuer followed, walking into the wild forest of Miza. After a while, the two separated.Liuzhier Guilong turned his face away, circled his hands into a cylinder shape, put them on his mouth and called: "Ah oh!"Ahhh!This is the oldest way of greeting in the dense forest. It uses the dense ground air in the forest to transmit the sound. The sound spreads wave after wave with the moist air. Two or three miles away, Almighty can clearly hear where the sound comes from. . Ahhh!Ahhh! Wu Fu'er's response came through the light mist, the sound waves were soft and ethereal, like dewdrops rolling among the leaves in the breeze.When the two parties answered, the echoes collided with each other. Here and there, countless waves of the same sound swayed, as if they could not penetrate the giant net drawn by the humidity in the forest, they circled themselves, and did not disperse for a long time. Before the sound disappeared, Wu Fu'er broke through the fog and rushed up. The two of them stepped on the water and walked through the connected shallow swamps, and rested on a piece of wood.The sun was about to rise, and several white bare feet shot out from behind the clouds in the east, all the way to the top of the sky. Liuzhier Guilong raised his face, and could see strands of mist moving westward; slowly, the sunlight When it came down, a kind of newly awakened transparent green light rippled on the forest leaves, and many birds sang like a spring, and the green light dripped from the leaves along with the dewdrops and birdsong, falling into people's eyes , In my heart, it makes people feel a hazy past. Wu Fuer took off his sweat towel to wipe off his sweat, took off the horn oil pot hanging from the handle of the saw, unplugged it, poured out some black oil to moisten the saw teeth, pointed to a straight elm tree and said: Come on, brother, This tree is just enough to be sawn as a beam! The sound of sawing wood sounded rhythmically, and the fine wind shook the leaves above the head, revealing the deep blue and bright sky; the lavender wild hibiscus and bright yellow star grass trembled under the sawdust, and flowers bloomed in the air. The smell of dew, swamp, fog, and sawdust mixed, conceived an incomparable peace. What a wilderness, Wu Fu'er looks back at the surroundings lovingly: Waiting for the murderous demon king Shanjiao to clear the town again, I don't know what it will become Tiny beads of sweat came out from the tip of Guilong's nose and condensed there. As the saw moved, his body leaned forward and backward, and his breathing became urgent.Wu Fu'er's occasional sighs interrupted his rambling thoughts, and in an instant, the sense of tranquility and peace that seemed to surround him all shattered into sawdust, falling under the sharp sawtooth. You said that the leader of the devil who was robbed of his horse by the crooked mangy man is coming? That's it!Wu Fu'er said: In the ghost area, who doesn't know that Shan Yao's name is written on the chest that was cut open alive? !He is a rampant crab, the king of Qingxiang. Legend has it that he sleeps with a tanned human skin hanging on his bed.Shan Yao grabs the person in the middle, besides skinning him alive, disemboweling him, grinding his eyes with electricity, he also likes to reveal his saber skills in front of people! Bastard fucking!Guilong cursed in the village dialect, and spit out: What kind of ghost sword technique did he miss? Someone in the city saw Shan Yao killing people.Wu Fu'er murmured, "The prisoner knelt on the empty field, stretching his neck and waiting for Shan Yao to clean up. After Shan Yao came, he flashed an oriental sword ten steps away from the prisoner's back, with his eyes closed and rested. Suddenly opened his eyes wide, puffed up his cheeks, screamed strangely, jumped over, hit the prisoner with a knife in the middle of the head, and split the living person into two pieces, boasting that on the scale, both sides must be the same weight . The sawdust fell, and the sharp sawtooth walked on the heart, Liuzhier Guilong felt that even the heart was sawn to pieces. It would be different if Shanzhu performed a horizontal cut.Wu Fu'er said dumbly: "When you cut it down with a knife, Shan Zhua will count loudly, counting from one auspicious, good, evil, and west to the whole number. You only see people's heads rolling, but you don't see blood spurting out of your mouth. You have to wait until you finish counting ten." Only then sprayed red outward.If the knife was cut on the waist, the upper body of the prisoner would still blink, grasping the dripping intestine with his hands clasped like mud, Shan Yao would point to the half-lived dead man and say through an interpreter: Japanese Imperial Army Tata (Note: A lot of them), in this way, kill all the hairy monkeys! Guilong let out a deep breath, frustrating the tooth plates on both sides. Think about it, Guilong.Wu Fu'er stopped sawing: A fierce god like Shan Zhuo, but his horse was taken away by the crooked mangy man, and another arm was crippled, would he bear this anger?I heard that Qingxiang came here only to catch him alone! I hope Uncle Crooked Hu can aim more accurately this time, Gui Long said: One shot will smash his devil's head! Wu Fu'er glanced at Guilong, sighed and said, "We just hope that Shanjiao won't run into Mr. Crooked Hu and Mangy. You are young after all, and you don't know the difficulties of the old Central Committee's resistance against Japan."Some people don't fight devils with their guns, they use the name of the central government to collect donations from the world, some people pull up their guns and do all kinds of tricks, just hand in their guns to fight their legs, how many people really risk their lives to fight Japan?After traveling a hundred miles to the east of the lake, people's hearts are all turned towards the crooked mangy man. He is a big red umbrella that shields the common people from the wind and the sun.Now that he is alone, will he survive a ghost? If he goes back to the swamp again, I'll go with him too!貴隆說：我早賭過咒，要替我媽報仇！ 發財嬸害著病，五福兒說：你爹也上年紀！你要真的一走，留下銀花怎麼辦？ 貴隆眼裏亮著濕光，沒來的日子誰也料不到，一邊是銀花，爹，舅母，一邊是歪胡癩兒粗獷的豪笑鋸木聲響著，又停了。五福兒抖起拉木索掛上沖天榆的旁枝，兩人牽索一拉，巨大的倒木聲便傳遍了林子。 風聲一天比一天緊，也只是密雲不雨。 油菜花開的暮春，瘦弱的發財嬸終於撇下銀花撒手過世了。棺材是老癩子爺兒倆打的，圓心的松木十三段，粗糙的棺皮上沒加油漆，她的墳就在廟後，和貴隆她媽並排，墳頭朝著張福堆，墳身是一座長形的浮丘。老癩子說：雖說外人不得入祖塋，亂世顧不得那麼多了！她跟貴隆他媽，姑嫂倆生前最投契，借地浮丘，讓她們談談聒聒破悶兒也好！等日後承平了，再運回張福堆跟發財合葬 發財審下葬第二天，事情發生了。 一張寫在木牌上的告示被釘在便橋頭的大榆樹上