Chapter 8 chapter eight

A blockade line was like a snake. Crooked Hu Mani was hitting the snake's head with a stick, and the snake's body was knotted and twisted painfully. When Shanjiao left the city to clear the countryside, the sun flag led the way, and the horn team composed of eight red copper and small steel horns, accompanied by two military drums, played majesticly. Walking in unison, it seems to be driving to the teaching field for a big exercise.And when I returned to the city on a moonlit night, the remnants of the soldiers were covered in mud and blood, the horses were piled with corpses, the cars were full of wounded soldiers, the drums stopped, the horns stopped, the sun flag was torn, and the living ones walked on their toes, Under the pale moonlight, it looked like a mourner in filial piety, even the iron nails on the soles of his boots were silent.

Chahekou! Chahekou! Haven't you heard of Chahekou? All the autumn crops in a field were cut down, leaving only the reed fields on both sides of the mouth of the Chahe River, and two heavy machine guns removed from the Devil's motorboat sealed off the wide river channel and high piles, one from the south and the other from the north.The devils who were waiting to clear the countryside heard that they had been taken to the headquarters far behind, sank Shan Yao's boat, captured Shao Zuo Shan Yao, and hurriedly assembled and headed back. The machine guns fired.The devil made a mistake, thinking it was the devils defending the city who came down to meet him. He misread the person, fired by mistake, and screamed poor ghosts.Gaodui faces the river on both sides, and there is not even a root of grass. When you turn down the north slope, you can use machine guns to sweep the ground in the north.The gunfire nailed the densely marching devils to the pile, not to mention setting up guns and safety cannons, and they couldn't even lift their heads.They didn't send people to swim across the river to search for them until the other party had finished firing the bullets, but they couldn't find them, only two boat machine guns were found, and they were all stripped of their iron casings.The devil lying in the pool of blood was unwilling to do so, so he fired steel cannons, swept machine guns, and vented his anger on the reeds, burning several miles of reeds into a big fire.Two days after the fire subsided, villagers near Chahekou found Shang Xiaotuer's body.

The devil was ambushed at the mouth of the Chahe River and fled back to the county in a hurry.The security brigade that stayed in Shunheji made a fuss about Liu Jinshan again. One platoon was divided into three groups, and rushed into the squadron headquarters of each squadron without hesitation. He took the gun racks first, scaring the daring Erhuang to run away. Son.He Debiao pulled Chen Ji out, set up a trap to arrest people at the top of the pile, grabbed more than a hundred people like chickens in the dark, and forced them to turn around to carry their own guns, but just unloaded the crutches.

Liuzhier Guilong's bullock cart rolled in those rumors, and rolled back to the wilderness.In less than ten days, a storm to clear the countryside was over, a blockade, and only a few wooden signs for arresting crooked Hu Laier remained standing on the side of the road.Under the willow shade of Fan's tea shed, he rested his car to buy tea, and what the villagers on the bench told was exactly what he personally participated in. God finally opened his eyes, little brother!An old man with his trousers rolled up and his bare feet hugged his knees sat on a stool smoking a cigarette, and said to him: You came from the east, didn’t you hear that the bald-tailed old dragon in Zedi appeared and beat the demon Shanzhu?Really, hit the snake with the head first, not afraid of its revenge in three years!People say that Shan Yao is a murderer, is that good? !When he met the crooked mangy man, he turned him into a headless ghost king!The Crooked Mandy brought a bald arhat and a black boy from nowhere to sneak into Chenjiaji, connected with the people commanded by He, went to the casino at night, knocked down the captain of the black dog team, Cheng Haoli, and lodged the big smoker Zhang Shihe, with the help of Zhang Shihe's subordinates, assembled the guards and disarmed them.The blades were kept in the dark, and the gasoline boat pulled up to the pier in a grand manner.The errands on the pier lined up in a single line, with a triangular flag on the tip of their guns, and Zhang Shihe bowed his ass when he saw the ghosts of Shan Yao and his followers!When Shan Yao walked to the middle, whoever yelled, the next one slammed the muzzle of the gun, and the devil became a turtle!Someone got out of the boat to unload the machine gun, and a bomb was thrown in the cabin, which burned the ghost boat. The crooked manipulator did it himself, and in front of Shan Yao, he borrowed Shan Yao's Oriental knife, and killed the devil, the translator, and Er Huang. Twenty-two cut!

Liuzhier Guilong closed his eyes for a while, and said slowly: That day, I was there, I was there, father. Someone grabbed Guilong's arm from behind and shook it, and asked, "Why didn't the crooked lame man just kill Shanjiao?" ! Gui Long shook his head: I don't know.He didn't kill Shan Yao on the spot, but tied him up.He raised his eyes, and from above the bushes, he could see the green plains in the distance, the gleaming rivers in the swamp area, and he would go back to that wilderness and forget the bloody light.When Uncle Crooked Hu and Lai Er swung the knife together, the coiled tendons on his arms protruded violently, and his sweaty face was distorted unusually. He smiled and frustrates both tooth plates, revealing a mouthful of chilling teeth. The thorns danced in the sun, he hung most of his body on the car, and slammed into a wheel, Zhang Shihe's head rolled straight into the river, and he chopped down a row of devils kneeling on the stone embankment like that, Erhuang, just like when he knelt by the side of the grass ditch and stretched his neck to be stabbed.You remember, Guilong.God is on the edge of my knife, whoever has slaughtered people, don't expect me to be magnanimous!How they killed people in the past, I told them to suffer the knife!Uncle Crooked Hu Manile also stretched out the blood-dripping Japanese knife on the green skin of the fir blade and swung it back and forth, just like how the devil soldiers swung their knives on his scalp: it's over!He Pai went back to Wu Dazhuang and joined Liu Jinshan Pai!Guilong put the car back to Zedi!The devil pulls back, and I, Chen Jicai, and the little bald brother will pack up the village!I took the fir blades with me, and I wanted to wear them down slowly. When he left the car by himself, the devils had already been ambushed at the mouth of the Chahe River. The horses were used as mules and horses, and they fled back to the county with a hundred dead bodies.The two platoons of Liu He also pulled back to Wu Dazhuang.The security brigade exploded like a porcelain bowl smashed on a rock.He didn't know what happened afterwards, he didn't know where Uncle Waihu Mani'er was going to lead his white horse, and he didn't know what happened to Shan Yao.He just wants to go back, he has a bloody corpse and a rolling head in his heart, he feels sick in his throat, the sweet smell of blood is rippling, and he always wants to vomit.kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!The phantoms and voices that appeared under the corridor of the Baoan Palace that night are still circling, and the knives, arrows, axes, and spear points are still flashing alternately, but when the fight is over, the heart of a young farmer makes his whole body twitch Weak and weak in the trembling of sex, he didn't even dare to stay for a long time on the flickering knife light of the crooked man.

I didn't know that he was fiddling with the tie of the bamboo hat with both hands, and after a long silence, he said blankly. I know how Shanzhu died!A skinny man suffering from jaundice said: That bald-headed Arhat led the Shan blade out of North Street, and every time he passed a Zhuangzi, the Zhuangtou was surrounded by people.The crooked man and the man in black were carrying heavy cannons, and their waists were as thick as buckets with seven or eight layers of bullet belts.The bald arhat swung a small stick and passed it all the way to the meat of Shan Zhuan, and sliced ​​his flesh alive to feed the dogs to the seven large graves. Arhat punched him hard, carried him on his back and walked westward. When he came to our village, Shan Yao woke up, his hands were tied behind his back and he couldn't move, so he bit his mouth.The bald arhat scolded, "Look at how fast your ghost teeth are?" !If you bite me, I will chop you ten more times after I rest!Every household in every village heard that Mr. Waihu and Mangy had seized the fir blade, so they gathered hundreds of people to surround Mr. Waihu and Mangy, and begged him for the cedar blade in unison. Mr. Waihu and Mangy said: Devils are not considered human beings, but jackals and wild animals. Sacrifice!He's coming, we're going back!Why does God have the virtue of being good at life? !We as citizens don't care, Shan Yao killed a thousand of us, and we cut him ten thousand!God sees the crime, I will pick it alone!One day the devils catch me, the electric grinder grinds me into powder, and I don’t care about steaming crooked cakes!When people fight with wolves and wild animals, it is only fair to come and go with savagery!The crooked Hu man asked the bald-headed Arhat to tie the fir blade to the wooden frame of the rope bed, pull out the scoop and cut off a small piece of flesh on the tip of the fir blade, saying: This is considered an opening!Stay with Shanzhu, you stop and cut, we are going west, and rush to the mouth of Chahe to do business.My horse is still in the big cellar in Huzhuang, waiting to be led.After they left, the fir blade was cut off for a whole day, and when the tail was pressed, all the thin tendons in the bone seams were scraped off, leaving only a skeleton dangling above the rope bed frame.The lotus girl in Xizhuang suffered from malaria, her father smashed Shan Yao's head, took the brain back and made soup for her to drink, saying that drinking it would cure her illness, no one wanted the skeleton, it was all eaten by cheap dogs!

It's cheap for him to cut him for only one day!A middle-aged man with a large gourd sarcoma behind his ear said gloomily: "One year ruined my family of eight, and I wish I could cut him for three days alone!" Cut worth mentioning, kill worth mentioning!The old man in the tea shed said: The Shanzhu is finally removed!I saw him kill people with a knife in the county town, and thousands of ghosts haunted him before he fell into the hands of the crooked mangy man.No matter how he dies, it is all retribution from heaven, and let other devils know that crabs also have a day in the steamer!

Liuzhier Guilong left the tea shed and put his car to Orion Village in Duitou, where he was stopped by Jin Suoer and Wu Fuer. Guilong asked about the marshes, and Wu Fuer said: "I don't know who in the north destroyed the Sanhe embankment and put down a piece of land. The torrential waters come, the flat land forms rivers, and the terrain in the west of the Tulong River is low. I'm afraid it will be able to sail a boat! It must have been a good deed by the Hongze Lake Detachment!Jin Suo'er shook his head: They wanted to use water to stop Shan Yao from clearing the village, but they didn't know Shan Yao didn't come, but the flood cleared the village for him!The water swamp area, the wilderness, was flooded out of thin air this time, and I don't know how many people will die.

You can't get off the pile.Wu Fu'er held back Guilong's hand that was gripping the shaft of the car: At noon, I just looked at the water situation, and the yellow and turbid head pulled up a big tree. The coffin was near the coffin, and the top of the grave was not exposed. The water was one person deep. I was following Jin Suo'er discussed, wait for the water to stop, and Zamu Pai went over to have a look. There are many ditches over there, and the water drains faster, maybe it's better, people and animals can hide in high places, the harvest is over! let me go!Guilong shouted violently.Wu Fu'er wanted to grab the bull's head (note: wooden, put on the cow's neck to pull the cart), Guilong whipped his whip violently, and the bullock cart rolled down the slope with a rumble.Jin Suo'er and Wu Fu'er shouted from behind the car, but Gui Long ignored them and whipped his whip.The car passed through the woods on the detour, and a few miles away, I saw a chaotic rush, rushing from northeast to southwest, making a slight bend along the terrain, and rushing to the side of the swamp. A piece of khaki silk was shaken from the roof, countless broken branches rolled in the waves, the entire roof was floating on the water head, and the huge tree body was like a strange fish with fibrous roots facing the sky.The ox cart rolled close to the hollow of the coffin, Guilong reined in the ox, stood on the shaft and raised the hand shed to look around, Wu Fuer was telling the truth, living in the swamp, it was the first time in more than ten years that he had seen such a large force of water .Dad once used a terrified voice to tell about those big floods. He said that the old Yellow River in the north seized the Huaihe River once and twice. After the water receded, someone saw a half-dried fish in the wood pond. It was several feet long, and the stomach was cut open, and it was full of human bones.Everyone knows the saying that when the Sanhe Weir is down, the Qinghuai will not meet, but what kind of intentions does the Hongze Lake Detachment have in breaking up the weir? !Against the Japanese devils?Or let the water drown the people in the wasteland first? !

The suckling pigs who slipped their heads into a litter shivered on the uneven ground. The sound was inaudible, but could be felt from the feet standing for a long time; it was not a simple sudden sound, but came from the center of the earth. A kind of continuous low growl, the eyes fell on the big slide, felt that the big slide was constantly rotating, and at the same time there was a slight vibration, that kind of terrifying low growl would rise from people's feet, shaking people's hearts.Liuzhier Guilong looked at Daliu, the waves bloomed on the driftwood, countless splashed water droplets turned into white foam, swirling on the water eddy as big as a wheel, a giant log rolled across the tip of the reed, and another A giant tree came straight with its branches and leaves, and they slammed together, causing the giant tree behind to lean over the back of the front tree, like the fangs of a monster.What kind of monster tore the village apart?That's the door panel, that's the herringbone beam, that's the water vat, the Buddhist cabinet, the incense burner, the yellow basin, that's the swollen human corpse that's spinning all around, and everything is floating, the yellow turbidity has many forks The tongue surged from the thin forest in the distant sky, rolled up on the ground, spread out into a boundless yellow ocean, and flowed to the marsh under the hot sun.

Liuzhier Guilong was stunned; he couldn't see the marshes dozens of miles away, he couldn't see the Tulong River, he couldn't believe the legend of the bald-tailed old dragon, just as he couldn't believe that Waihu Mani'er was transformed from a bald-tailed old dragon.That's absurd.At least he wondered whether the Tulong River could bear the huge disaster facing the marshes like in the legend.Although Shan Yao is a demon king who kills people without batting an eyelid, he is always a human being made of flesh. If he falls into the hands of crooked Hu Maniper, he will be divided into corpses. The demon who breaks open the dike and floods the people knows how to use the power of heaven to harm people , calculated to be a hundred times more ruthless than Shanjiao.Shan Yao came, and there was a crooked mangy uncle who would risk his life to block him. Even a hundred crooked mangy uncles would be powerless to deal with the catastrophe brought about by the flood.If on normal days, the bullock carts let go of the hollows in the coffin, you will be able to get home at moonrise.I have been away from home for less than ten days, and I never imagined that such a disaster would happen. Time seems to be chasing the waves, passing thousands and hundreds of years in an instant; The face, too, seems to be swirling away with the terrifying water, swirling into the myth of Hongze Lake, and turning into an ethereal phantom. Who is screaming his name.Liuzhier Guilong woke up from a stupor.Jin Suo'er and Wu Fu'er followed all the way down, panting with exhaustion. I said Guilong, you are a bully, you will never die until you reach the Yellow River!Wu Fu'er complained, "Look at this piece of water, not to mention the shallow places. The big slip in front of you is half a mile wide. You can swim through it, and you can't stop the collision of wooden blocks!" did not expect!Guilong said: I sent the car to send Commander He into the city less than ten days ago, and this water came!Halfway there, the ghosts drove down to clear the countryside. I was with Uncle Waihu Mangy. Seeing him take the fir blades and put them back in the car, we only heard people talking about devils, not Daoyan. The night before yesterday, the head of water had just rushed through the coffin hole.Jin Suo'er said: "If it weren't for someone in the depression who escaped to Duitou, who would have known that there would be a flood in the west." You said you met the crooked Hu mani?Wu Fu'er said: "It's so popular on Duitou!"If Mr. Crooked Hu Lai used the courage to beat the shank blade to fight all the way, the marshes would not be in trouble. It's a pity that he doesn't have the ability to separate himself, and he can't take care of the future.Don't look at the big water, it's just a rush. Without rain, it will return to the lake in three to five days. You might as well go back to Duitou and wait for two days until the water recedes a little. It's not the water that worries me.Jin Suo'er said: "I'm afraid that it's easy to eliminate the water, but it's difficult to eliminate the plague." Liuzhier Guilong's heart turned cold, double shadows were locked on his brows.People are in the pile, and the heart is in the swamp. Before the water recedes, I will put the car back.Jin Suo'er said: "Although the water has receded a lot, the river is still swollen. There are no bridges or crossings along the way. All the wooden rafts can't fill the Tulong River. You have to go. Bring some dry food and go alone. The cart and cattle stay here." stop! On Guilong's road in the early morning, as soon as he passed the coffin depression, he waded into the water. The deep part was waist-high, and the shallow part covered the crook of the calf.The sun was rising, and the back was scorching like a fire. The upper body was strenuously paddling to walk, and the sweat stuck to the body in the small jacket, and the collar was covered with white sweat and salt. The lower body was soaked in the muddy mud, and the water skin was scalding. Yes, it's like a pot of porridge slipping away, rolling on the top and warming on the bottom, making people itchy all over.There was not a cloud on the blue-red zenith, nor was there any wind.The sun was setting straight down, scorching the mud here and there like a roll, evaporating a thick stench.The drifting dead trees lie in the firewood pond.Several half-naked floating corpses were sunburned into maroon, and they were left near the first-appearing wild grave. On the corpses, there were black crows with shaking wings, scrambling to peck the protruding internal organs.The original green of reeds and maize crumbling here and there has been polluted by a layer of silt and turned into a chaotic and ambiguous color; some have just struggled out of the mud, and pus-like sewage is still dripping from the tips of their leaves.Thousands and thousands of flies fluttered on the water surface, landing on people's faces and sucking greedily, the stuffy heat wriggled under their wings. He survived the midday heat and swam two or three rivers of swollen mud.The mud in the water flowed all over his body, turning him into a clay figurine.Gradually, dry lands like floating islands appeared, all kinds of floating objects were stranded by the water, the ground was covered with sedimented quicksand, and there were tufts of weeds buried in the sand, and there were spots on the sand surface that had been scratched by the rapid water. The traces of passing are like a small solidified wave.The footsteps are like stepping on a loose cake, the mud sinks down, sinking into the ankle, and there are blisters all around.Kicking the small sand dunes with the toes, the weeds are showing their heads, and the green leaves are covering the chalky roots, like a small wounded prey licking its still painful wound with self-pity.On the thin sandy ground, along a small soil ridge, he saw a field of dazzling wild flowers bursting into brilliant colors. The colorful flowers were set off by the green grass, and the yellow sand set off the green. Grass, Liuzhier Guilong's sticky heart was washed away in an instant.He walked over, resting his back against the edge of the soil, took off his coat to wring out the mud, and waved the loose bamboo hat to fan.A row of wild flowers bloomed in the bright blue sky, and a pair of bright yellow butterflies flew from nowhere, chasing over his head.A newborn gray grasshopper raised its big fleshy wings and jumped onto his arm. Guilong did not disturb it. He was amazed at the miraculous life left behind by the flood, and there was an unconscious stillness on his face. smile. In the evening, he saw the Tulong River. On the other side of the river, the big elm still propped up its dark green canopy with peace of mind. The orange sky wall in the west reflected countless cages of hazy thin leaves. As quiet as the evenings of the past, the black shadows of birds are traced on the scaly evening clouds.Near the sunset, it is molten gold, and the higher it goes, the more intense the color is, orange with purple, like a newly pasted color palette.Liuzhier Guilong turned up the river, separated by the gushing Tulong River, all the scenery he longed for floated up at dusk.More than ten days was not long, but the experience brought to him by Waihu Mangy and a man-made flood made him feel far away.At the head of Zhang Fudui, like an ant on a hot pot, he was impatient and wanted to rush back.The nightmare oppressed him, making him trudging forward in the empty field, the sun scorched him, the muddy river blocked him, the heat oppressed him, and the sweat soaked him, and he survived it all.When he saw the wild flowers blooming on the dead mud, the dancing yellow butterflies, and the newborn gray grasshoppers, from the lives that appeared in his eyes, he had a lucky premonition and a silent hope in his heart, hoping that the marshes would be safe. . He came out of his dream, and the evening clouds covered the ridge of the Fire God Temple. The dense shadows in the sky flew straight to the sky.At first he just stood there in amazement, staring intently, and gradually, he forgot all about thirst, hunger, fatigue, and stinging pain, and he didn't even exist anymore, and something was about to burst out from his heart. , turned into the flashes of the many tiles, pierced the shadows of the evening and flew straight out, flew into the sky, flew into the clouds, and flew into the fire of the setting sun to burn wildly. The light disappeared from the tile surface, and Liuzhier Guilong felt that his whole body was hollowed out, leaving only a timid heart hanging in vain.The vast shadows flowed on the river, and flowed into the distance, blending into an impenetrable blur that gradually thickened in the forest.The temporary bridge over the river has been lost, and Zedi sleeps quietly in many pools of water. No one can be seen, only the noise of birds in the forest can be heard.At this last moment, there were two divination boards in his heart, and he didn't even dare to see whether it was Yin or Yang.What if father and Yinhua were washed away by the flood? !The story of Hongze Lake.The dry flash of summer night.They all swept across the bottom of his heart into a vicious bottomless darkness, which made him dizzy, and the dizziness brought him out of the abyss again, and turned into a hesitant relief. He raised his face and was suddenly seized by ecstasy. It's a stove.The red stove fire traced the small window openings under the low eaves, and traced the shadows of the dense branches on the firewood gate. It was bright for a while, and dim for a while. The heart is filled.They live!In this way, he took a deep breath, as if jumping out of the tomb, and became a living person again, but very weak, so weak that he could not stand up.The inexplicable sorrow and unreasonable joy floated together, uprooting him and drifting involuntarily. He struggled to stand still, but he couldn't restrain the soreness of his nose. It rolls between the lips, sour, salty and bitter. ah oh ah Guilong circled the muff and called out in a long voice.When I was young, I often went to play alone in the wild forest behind the temple. When I raised my head suddenly and found the twilight stained with clothes, my heart would be compressed into the size of a bean by fear. Flowing, weird grimaces, dark blue, dark green, rows of fangs like target teeth, fur like corn whiskers, chasing him, wild badgers, hungry wolves, little monsters one inch tall, chasing him He, he had no choice but to run desperately until he ran into the red light of the stove before he could utter a cry.When Mom's response came, all the phantoms turned into paper-cut fragments, falling down one after another, and the empty darkness was filled with Mom's voice of inquiry, full of honey.Although those are far away, the warmth of the stove still exists, and the low and dim hut has a kind of supernatural power, which makes people live in it with peace of mind, and their hearts are full of rippling and slightly drunk. ah oh ah The chaimen opened, and she could tell it was Yinhua from the black shadow, and she put her hands to her ears to distinguish the source of the sound.Guilong faced the wild road, and there were no branches blocking the firewood gate of the stove house. He saw her turn and disappear through the door, and immediately picked out the lit lantern.Apparently she recognized who was calling across the river, so she lifted the lantern high and got off the foundation of the house, wading towards the mouth of the river. A breeze blew up, and the lantern swayed on the opposite bank. The shadow of Yinhua fell obliquely on the river pile behind her, and the light circle of the lantern could not illuminate the opposite bank. She raised her hand to her eyebrows in vain.But Guilong saw her, her round and white face and the crumbling patterns on her foreign cloth shirt and trousers. How is dad?He said across the river: I'm back! The bridge is broken.Yinhua said. I swim.Guilong said: I'm just crossing the river! He was really exhausted, his whole body seemed to be pressed into a sauerkraut vat, but the last river couldn't stop him. Ten years ago, he could swim back and forth three or five times in the middle of the raging river. He waved his arms and took a breath to get into the water , Snatching the big slip in the middle of the river, he swam into the light and shadow of the lantern.Yinhua held the lantern motionless, she finally saw his face, her hands trembled, making the lantern tremble up and down. He went ashore dripping with water, and stood face to face with Yinhua.The breeze sighed among the leaves of the great elms.He and she just stood there trembling.For a long time, each other's hearts were as bright as a lantern, but due to ancient customs, they couldn't speak to each other, as if they were separated by something. I said how is my dad?Guilong said in a low trembling voice. Yinhua didn't answer him, she wanted to hold on to the wooden handle of the lantern, but she couldn't hold on anymore, the lantern burned into a ball of shock and rolled into the flowing water, in the darkness, the chirping of autumn insects could be heard along the way Shouting timidly, her cry was hoarse.He could see her twitching shoulders, pressed against some bright, awned stars in the sky. he died!She repeated: he is dead Liuzhier Guilong's whole body trembled, the river under her feet sank in her cries, and the endless buzzing of thunder filled his ears. He suddenly hugged Yinhua with all his strength, like hugging a piece in the boundless ocean. driftwood.He was dead, his father was dead, he didn't know what to do, only an extremely vague idea was swaying, black clouds rolled around, lightning shone brightly in all directions, the earth was spinning and cracking.Through the wet clothes, he felt the heat of her half face pressed against his chest, he didn't say anything, he just sobbed, and it took him an unknown amount of time before he stabilized in the float.He is dead. He touched her back and murmured, "Father is dead." Before the Ghost Festival, the head of water crossed the river.Yinhua said: "This side is facing Hongtou, and the water is still overflowing the foundation of the house."The villages are busy building wooden rafts and going to the southwest of Guitang to rescue the fleeing shantytowns.Brother Erheier slipped over with a wooden raft, and the old man wanted to follow. On the way, a driftwood knocked over the row, and Brother Erheier stretched out his long pole while climbing the edge of the row. After rushing over, the water was red, and he went. He listened numbly, amid Yinhua's intermittent choking, he felt a sharp pain in his heart.She said she was afraid.She said she was waiting for him to come back.When she talked about the water situation that day, there was a rumbling sound all over Xia Jiahong.He listened, as if being haunted by a malaria ghost (Note: Villagers believe that malaria is haunted by ghosts.) The intertwined cold and heat made him weak.He still helped her back, back to the stove.Her eyes were dull, and she said quietly: All the old people left us and left! All gone, he said: We are the only ones left in the world. They wept again, the terrible flood and the sudden catastrophe made them unravel the net that was between them, the old world has gone with the war, at least tonight, they can't find the shadow of that world .The deep-rooted cold pricks people, they need comfort and warmth, even if the comfort is just some murmurs or tears for no reason. The rising moon shadow weaves chaimen on the ground, and Yinhua takes a lamp from the stove to light a lamp.Guilong opened the chaimen and went out, stood outside the low wall and stared at the moon for a while.The sky is cloudy and sunny, the moon is waxing and waning, he can't live in tears.In the early years, when the chaos hadn’t arisen, he never seriously thought about anything, and lived by his natural feelings; just like when he was young, he felt his mother’s smiling face and warm eyes, and his father’s smoke and deep coughing sound. The halo of the small oil cup, the red stove fire, feel the wind, rain, and the world that escapes from the fresh New Year pictures.What is that?Many bearded fathers have only been to places within thirty miles in their lives, and their stories are only thirty miles away.The Houzhuang people made a pot of meat, and the Qianzhuang people who were half a mile away stretched their necks and sniffed to know which family the meat was in.Everyone is a mason and carpenter.No one needs to learn to know the weather, rain and crops. You can judge the strength of a cow, the distance of a donkey, the distance of a donkey, the strength of a donkey, and the color of its coat. A pig is a spring nest and an autumn nest.When the sound of gunshots awakened the sleeping, another unknowable world collided with the swamp, everything was in chaos.The almanac only records the picture of the spring cow, the position of Tai Sui, the ecliptic and the black ways, and the dragons to control the water. The almanac never remembers when the devils cleared the village, when the horse thieves robbed, and when the eight roads urged food.The marshes spun around in that earth-shattering impact, and people became blindfolded donkeys, only hearing the sound of the millstone, not knowing which direction to walk.God!God!God Bodhisattva!Many old and desolate voices are mourning in the wind of the wilderness, and disasters roll over one after another, no hope can stop it.No matter how frightened he was by Crooked Hu Mani'er's barbarism that could steal people's hearts and drink their blood, he still received the fire from his blood-stained eyes and fought in despair.Yes!Just like the crooked mangy uncle who didn't mind taking his life out of his purse and throwing it on the gaming table casually. Toads were making noises far and near, the incomplete moon was rippling on the stagnant water, the flame of a lonely existence rose straight from the bottom of his heart, making him grasp something from the boundless fear and sorrow, he tightened his sweating Fist, re-feeling a new influx of strength enough to make him stand in the heavy sorrow. The soup was ladled in the basin, and Yinhua said from the door: The cake has been soaked in water for a day on the table, and the wet clothes should be changed.The mat is moldy, I'll wipe it off.It's good to have a rest overnight, so I can go to the mill tomorrow morning, and go to the West Depression to catch people with Brother Erhei. A lot of shantytowns died? do not know.Brother Erhei'er said: Every household has people called water to sweep away.Yinhua said: No one expected that there would be such a flood.After Commander He left, people spread the word that Shan Yao wanted to clear the village, and the old man kept thinking about it all day long.Shanzhu didn’t come and water came, did it still break the will of the family? !Xu was touched by the tragic past, she sobbed again.This time Guilong didn't cry anymore, he went back to the stove house, grabbed Yinhua's hand steadily and said: Don't cry anymore, Yinhua.Tomorrow morning I will go to the mill to find my father's body. Even if I can't find it, I will build a clothes tomb behind the house and bury his belongings in the ground. Tell me to put the water in the nest, I will chop him ten thousand knives, and tell him to die like the Japanese devils! Yinhua instinctively withdrew her hand.His unnatural stability disturbed her. When the water receded, he said in a low voice: I think, I want to send you back to Duitou, although it's not gossip, it's not convenient. Although Yinhua is shy, she is unexpectedly stubborn: I will not turn back, my father will not be raped, and my mother will not bring me to Zedi!I will stay here, I will not go He changed his wet clothes and lay down on the wet mat. Excessive fatigue made him feel in a daze; the light of the crooked uncle's knife flying, the eddies of water on the muddy sled, and the wild flowers , the crows with rotting corpses scattered in the shadows upside down and messy.He was suddenly tired of the world outside the door of his house. For many years, the wind and moonlight that came in through the small window had caressed his dreams.In different seasons, he is familiar with different moonlight and different wind sounds.He loves to scold the ox for spring plowing in the light rain. The tip of the plow parted the moist soil, forming two rows of brown waves. His bare feet were buried in the warm and crisp waves, like trees growing on the ground, with countless roots. Must be connected to the earth.During the harvest season, the sound of sharpening the knife is earlier than the crowing of the rooster. When you go out wearing a large green cloth sweater, the mist is full of ripe wheat fragrance, and the sickle wields the stalks of wheat, one by one in the sky washed by the morning light. morning star.Warm tea in an earthen pot, hot cakes in a willow basket, sitting on the field full of wild flowers and eating them, the bright autumn clouds dyed people's faces, the whole field seemed to be covered with brilliant gold, and then the plows were hung up Come, return to the dream of a year of farming, let the white snow and ice cover the soil, and let it sleep soundly until the ice melts.He never thought of changing. Those days are an old song, and the slowness and tranquility are like a gulf of water.Gradually, everything became hazy, and he could still hear the sound of Yinhua washing dishes on the stove and her occasional sobbing.She took the wood door and went out, lit a fire stick and went back to her house behind the temple; the light of the fire swirled on the top of the beam, and a thin and timid shadow flashed outside the window. Guilong suddenly woke up again, full of a sense of apology.I shouldn't have said the words to send her away just now, she is alone, and so is he, she should stay here.It was an embarrassing thing for Zong. A young couple who had never finished marrying stayed together alone, but he had to guard her and not let the big waves wash her away.One day, when Huang Huangluan disappears from the earth, he will stay with her for the rest of his life. Guilong seemed to have only closed his eyes for a while, and the rooster on the tree behind the house woke him up again. He rubbed his eyes and got up, pulled a bamboo hat and walked outside, wading into the Yinhua to go to the stove. Go without eating a piece of pie?Yinhua said: There is warm water in the iron pot beside the pot, wash your face.They set out rafts to catch people, and they couldn't get up so early. Guilong wiped his trousers and put on his bamboo hat. No.He said. When he waded to the bluestone mill house, the east side was burning with early morning glow, and there were several people on the high foundation who were pushing the drains into the water, Er Hei'er raised his eyes and saw him, his mouth was half open in a daze, and he didn't speak for a long time.Guilong walked over and helped push the wooden raft silently.I don't know how to say it!Er Hei'er caught up and said: Uncle Lai Zi and I were on a wooden raft, and the raft was overturned!People follow the big slippery, I stretched out the pole, but he didn't catch it When I came back last night, Yinhua said everything. They were silent as the raft floated across the ghost pond. Many people died in the shantytowns in the West Depression.Er Hei'er said.Seven or eight wooden rafts were sent out from each village, and dozens of people were rescued from the branches of the trees, and all were sent to Shi Laodi Village, where the terrain was high and not submerged.I heard that more than half of them died, and the water started to rise only yesterday. (Note: When water rises, human corpses emerge from the water.) Some will have to wait until today.Oilman Biantou said: There are still some nested at the bottom of the shed, pressed in the collapsed wood and sandy moraine, I'm afraid we can only find them when the water recedes. The wooden rafts support many tangled trees, and the tree heads float on the water like floating hills. Er Hei'er pushed a long pole against a branch blocking his body. There is no way to find the bones of Uncle Lai Zi!I'm afraid it will drift into the heart of the great lake.Unexpectedly, Guilong, your father believed in gods and Buddhas all his life, and he never even pinched an ant.That day in the row, I was still thinking about you, thinking about fearing that I would clear the country, okay? !His old man is no longer afraid of Shanzhu! Guilong sat on a circle of thick ropes, blinked and said, "Shanzhu will never come to the Zedi to show power again!"He told Uncle Waihu Lai'er to fall down, handed it over to the people and cut him thousands of knives! Have you ever seen the crooked man? !Erhei'er pulled back the pole, the mud dripped wet the jacket: he actually knocked down the shank blade? ! Gui Long nodded, he didn't have the heart to repeat what Zhang Fudui said.The sun rose from behind, and not far to the right of the raft, there was a baby's corpse floating.The forest tops above the water were getting shorter and shorter, and their rafts were close to the west depression. Although the water had disappeared a lot, the domes of the sheds were not yet in the water. The flat head made the long pole to touch the body, Er Hei'er stretched out the pole to pick up the corpse.In the past few days, Lei Zhuang has recovered 20 or 30 corpses, and Tubao has also recovered quite a few.Biantou said sadly: "So many people die, there will be plagues after the water."We rush to fish every day, dig a hole and bury it on the river, and use wet firewood to burn ashes and scatter the hole, just hoping to kill the plague. Liuzhier Guilong tied the baby's body behind the wooden raft with thick ropes. There are also several wooden rafts fluttering in the distance. 水面是沉靜的，死亡在飄浮；人屍、鳥屍、兔屍，都聚在橫浮的流木附近，任逐漸高起的日頭照著。這些慘景把六指兒貴隆本身慘遇的悲痛沖淡了。時間流過去，他們的木排就在幾里寬的汪洋裏打轉，撈取一切腐屍。這樣過了晌午，他們把木排拴在樹枒上，頂著枝葉的蔭涼用餅。六指兒貴隆講起陳家集，講起歪胡癩兒怎樣打杉胛的事。他們在悲哀裏得到一些安慰。 自從我那回殺了二黃，我就盼歪胡癩兒爺回澤地來招兵了！二黑兒說：對惡人講不得慈悲，只有端起槍來打才是生路！土堡那場火要是不打，哪能活得何指揮？ ! 我雖拿不得槍。扁頭說：我幹個火頭軍總成！ 二黑兒聳聳肩：扁頭哥，你千萬不要小看了火頭軍，那薛仁貴豈不是火頭軍出身，後來封了王爺哩！ 扁頭翹起下巴，差點把腦袋縮進肚去：我沒薛仁貴那個命，也不稀罕那個王位！只求天下太平，牆角端端紅窰碗，太陽底下捉捉蝨子，風調些，雨順些，餓不著肚皮就夠了！ 傍晚時，各莊的木排全靠到四姓泓的泓涘，埋屍的大坑挖好了，又扔下十七八具屍首和一堆雞貓鼠鳥，坑旁堆架著濕柴，點起大火來，濕柴迸炸著，貼地滾著濃煙，石老爹抹下竹斗笠，翻墊在地上，坐著吸煙，環坑全坐的是人，有些棚戶從雷莊涉水順涘過來，扒著坑邊的新土哭著。貴隆挨過去，蹲在石老爹旁邊，掀起竹斗笠說：老爹，我回來了！ 石老爹望望他，抹了幾遍鬍子才說：你曉得你爹他 I know.貴隆說：這不是一家一屋的事，不是嗎？上回守土堡，一死上百人，槍子歪一歪，也還是死。我爹在世常說，活不怨天，死不怨命，我沒話好說 堆上情勢怎麼樣？石老爹說。 扁頭在那邊插上嘴說：貴隆他剛剛說，歪胡癩兒爺把杉胛捉到手殺了！張世和也挨了刀！岔河口殺得鬼子狼煙溜，順河集何指揮的人拉出來，繳了保安隊他的嗓門兒越翻越高：不是嗎？ !Guilong.神沒顯靈，歪胡癩兒爺倒顯了靈！自從鬼子來，沒人痛痛快快兜頭打過他，這回可打了他當頂棍啦！ 扁頭這一說，人們才留神到貴隆頭上，石老爹扳著貴隆的肩膀：真的嗎？貴隆！ 我哪天敢誑過老爹來？貴隆說：歪胡癩兒叔打鬼子，我一直跟他在一起，他掄刀殺賊，刀口飛出的血全濺在我小褂兒上！ 貴隆被人逼著，從頭再說張福堆上的事。濕柴燒得很旺，火光描出黑黑的屍坑，沒有人再為死人哭泣。貴隆講述著，但他並不想重複那些刀光血影，那像是眼前的火，裹在無邊的黑夜裏，歪胡癩兒叔是一堆柴，他燒著他自己，但他能照亮的，只是一座屍坑 在澤地來說，即使火光照不亮黑夜，他們也獲得一種足夠使他們咬牙活下去的力量了。貴隆帶回來的故事，到處被人傳講著，誰都相信奇蹟就是神意，無論怎麼亂法，神還垂顧著荒野上的人。 八月初，積水才退盡，到處仍留著災後的痕跡；溝泓被急流沖刷，沙塹上割出凹凸不平的橫向水齒。沿涘的樹木，根下的泥土被水溜挖走，在半空垂著怒勃勃的根鬚，水跡留在窪地的樹幹上，乾後變成淤白色，一楞一楞顯著落痕。有許多彎曲的低枝矮樹被大水劈裂，雷打火燒似的捲起葉子，朝天裸露著慘白的傷痕。野地上，到處是大坑小窪，像一大塊被老鼠偷啃過的黍糕。路皮兒經太陽曝晒，惡意的裂了碎邊，鍋巴似的朝上捲，一腳踏上去，就酥成碎粉。 澤地上的人們在西窪子一個地方，前後收埋了一百七八十具屍首，那些窩在蘆棚裏的人屍早腐臭了，五臟六腑從肚裏淌出來，人頭腫得像小斗，分不出鼻子和眼。秋莊稼，亂茅草，拔倒的灌木在各處腐爛，地面上蒸騰出一股鬱結不散的臭氣，野蠅子飛快的繁殖出來，在殘留的死水窩邊密聚著，骯髒的飯粒蠅，牛虻似的大麻蠅，油亮肥壯的綠頭蠅，拖著針尾的蛆蟲，野蠅子們專橫又貪婪，見到什麼叮吸什麼，遇著人就追逐上去飛纏著死死吮人皮膚，黏著人帶汗的衣裳。 六指兒貴隆騎驢到各莊去看過，人們紛紛下田去，除禾拔草，砍樹清溝，一堆堆濕草被燃火薰煙，驅殺水後生出來的惡蟲。沙石平灘被各方匯來的大水沖變了形，李聾子的扒頭方屋沒有了，許多沒了窩巢的蜜蜂捨不得飛離舊地，一窩一窩的空抱著碗大的石頭，嗡嗡細哭不休。不用說，那個古怪的李聾叔像爹一樣，被大水捲走了，落得屍骸無存。 沒有時間讓劫後的人們悲悼過往，承平的夢景被懸在高邈的天上，但田地等著耕耘，秋收雖然完了，空了的糧甕還等著明年麥季去填塞。六指兒貴隆完全能夠感覺這些，他已經在憂患裏真正的成了大人。 他到堆頭去放車，五福兒又轉告他許多新的事。 蘇大混兒敗走澤地之後，昇成民運團的團長，這回澤地遭大水，就是他出主意扒的堰堤。何指揮回到吳大莊，連著被八路摸黑撲了三回。水後果然起了大瘟，北三河堆朝南，傳說已有不少病家 沒人聽說歪胡癩兒叔的消息嗎？ 五福兒搖搖頭。 貴隆臨走說：五福兒哥，堆頭哪家有麥種，幫我湊著借些兒，家裏麥種受了潮，全霉了。小麥種若是勻不出，借斗把孔麥也行！ 當心起瘟的事，貴隆！五福兒叮囑說：要是澤地倒下人，你頂好帶銀花妹套車回堆頭。 我只是在想著歪胡癩兒叔！貴隆說：為了這場大水，我賭咒要把蘇大混兒從地上拔掉！你該清楚，銀花她爹媽和我爹三座墳頭秋分後，我得先耙妥地，點下麥，替銀花打點妥當。找不著歪胡癩兒叔，我就得去吳大莊。父仇不報枉為人，我不管它瘟災癘疫！ 他又回到澤地來了。