The old man got up and opened the door. Standing outside the door was the middle-aged woman from before. She was wearing a cooking apron and disposable gloves on her hands.
"What's wrong, Xiaolin? Longlong, have you cleaned him up?"
The middle-aged woman said with a bitter face: "Forget it, Dad. I have used up the bottle of shampoo. I told my mother. Mom was very angry, scolded me, and asked dad to call her back."
The old man immediately glared and said: "Just wash the child! What do you tell her to do!"
Then the old man took out his mobile phone and made a call.
The voice was a little low at first, but then he turned on the speakerphone and I could probably hear the content on the phone clearly.
Ganye’s wife, Grandma Qianlonglong, was yelling on the phone, saying that it would be unlucky for her grandson to fall into a manhole during the New Year. This is called Zhaohui in their Sichuan province, and they must get rid of the bad luck before the New Year arrives.
How to remove obscurity?
It means to eat hundreds of rice for hundreds of families, take a rag bag to the street, borrow rice from other families, and give each household a handful. If you gather enough for one hundred people, it will be considered as one hundred families of rice.
Eating this kind of rice can get rid of bad luck on your body, and you will have good luck and good luck in the coming year, with no illness or disaster.
The godfather immediately said: "What are you doing? Who am I and what is my identity? You want me to go to the streets to beg for food? Who in the ten northern provinces dares to let me do this!"
Curses immediately came from the phone.
"You're a piece of shit!"
"You have to go to Handan to tinker with your broken clock! I asked my daughter-in-law to supervise it, but if it doesn't work, I will fly there tomorrow! If you didn't let Longlong eat hundreds of rice! If you dare to mess up! You will follow your broken clock
Live your life!”
There was a blind tone on the phone and the other party hung up.
I turned my head and looked behind me, pretending not to see or hear anything.
"Dad, you heard it too. I don't dare not listen to what mom said. Tomorrow I will go to the area to ask for rice. We are not familiar with the place and we don't know if they will give it to us. It will be embarrassing."
"do not go!"
"I won't go! You can't go either!"
"Boy, go ahead." The old man suddenly pointed at me.
I hurriedly shook my head and said I won’t go. I have never had to live in poverty even though I have grown up. Besides, your grandson shot himself into the manhole by shooting off a cannon. What does that have to do with me? If I hadn’t saved him, he would have drowned. (Later
I don’t dare to say this.)
"Huh?" The old man raised his eyebrows.
"No problem, I'll go tomorrow." I immediately changed my mind.
.......
After I returned home, I told Mr. Liu about this. I said, Mr. Liu, begging for food is your special skill. This time I really want to beg for food. You have to help me. I am too embarrassed to talk to others, so how can I beg for food.
Mr. Liu said that there is no problem. If you help his grandson, he will help you. If you help you, you are helping me. You should prepare yourself. We will go begging for food tomorrow.
In the winter of 2003, from near Nanguan Street in Wu'an to the bus station, some people may have seen an old man and a young man going to someone's house with a teapot and a cloth bag to ask for rice.
Those two people are me and Mr. Liu.
I learned another skill. If I really can’t survive anymore, I can go to the streets to beg for food.
This begging is a technical job, and it requires that the clothes, shoes, and hands are not dirty, and the hands and face must not be dirty. It must be washed cleanly, so that the chance of success will be much greater.
The beggar Mr. Liu’s family inherits both literary and military skills.
Wen Yao is a literary beggar. He pays attention to neither being humble nor being arrogant. He has clean hands and face. He calls men brother when he sees him and calls women sister when he sees women.
He said: "If life is in trouble, give me some. I will leave after eating and I won't cause any trouble."
Military beggars are called martial beggars, and there are relatively few of them now. Military beggars are also divided into nail-headed beggars, stigma-headed beggars, and snake-headed beggars.
Among them, the nail-headed beggar is the most powerful. When begging for food, the head beggar holds a hammer in one hand and an inch-long rusty coffin nail in the other. If he dares not to give him food, he will directly smash the coffin nails on his head. This is really true.
Smash it, it'll be bloody.
Under normal circumstances, the host will give a small amount if he is afraid that someone will die at home and cause trouble for him.
I followed the beggar Liu out in the morning and begged for food all day long. When it got dark, I asked for half a bag of rice.
Each of the hundreds of families scooped out a little bit. The godfather even sent someone to watch. He was afraid that I would cheat and buy ready-made ones.
At about nine o'clock in the evening, I took Baijiami and went to Lantian Hotel to deliver rice.
Qianlong and Longma said that the godfather was not upstairs, but on the second underground floor of the hotel. I wanted to hand it over to him in person, so I carried the rice to the second underground floor of the Blue Sky Hotel.
There is a large room on the second floor underground, and the door is locked.
Just as I was about to reach out and knock on the door, I suddenly heard a crisp and sweet knocking sound coming from the house.
"clang...."
"clang....."
The lingering sound echoed through the doors and windows in the basement, lingering for a long time.
This is by no means comparable to the piano and violin.
