The novel is considered the secret history of a nation.
——Balzac
Bai Jiaxuan later felt proud that he had married seven women in his life.
He had just celebrated his sixteenth birthday when he married his first wife. She was the first daughter of Gong Zengrong, a wealthy family in Shanggongjia Village, Xiyuan, and she was two years older than him. He spent his wedding night in complete ignorance and panic, leaving behind an eternal memory.
She was ashamed to mention her ridiculous stupidity to others, but she would never forget it. A year later, the woman died in childbirth.
The second wife married the daughter of Pang Xiurui, a well-to-do family in Pangjia Village, Nanyuan. This woman was exactly two years younger than him, with a handsome appearance and bright eyes. She had no idea what it was like to get married, and he was already
He is familiar with all the secrets between men and women. He looked at her shyness and panic and thought of his first silly appearance, which made him feel more excited. When he coaxed and instigated, he wrapped his little wife under his body, who was evasive but did not dare to disobey him.
When he was about to die, he heard her cry not of joy but of pain. When he rested tiredly, he realized that the pain on the inside of his shoulder was heartbreaking, and she bit him to bits. When he caressed the pain, his heart was filled with tears.
She became angry with this spoiled and willful daughter. Just when she was about to explode, she pulled his shoulder and hinted that he would do it again. After the first sexual intercourse between a man and a woman, she became uncontrollably willful.
.It took less than a year from the time this woman got off the sedan chair and carried a red silk scarf into the gatehouse of the Bai family to the time she lay down in a thin coffin and was carried out of the gatehouse. She died of tuberculosis.
The third woman is the first-born daughter of a similarly wealthy family in Fanjiazhai, Beiyuan. Her sixteen-year-old body is as plump and mature as a twenty-year-old woman, with plump shoulders, round hips, and a pair of big
.She was either precocious, or had some knowledge of the relationship between men and women before marriage. As soon as she got into bed, she hugged him tightly, her arms showed eagerness and greed, and she pressed her plump and bulging breasts against his chest without shame.
.When he entered her body, she screamed, but it was not in pain but in addiction. This woman who was like a ball of pom-pom became thinner into a dry stalk of grain after being entangled in his arms for a year, and finally
He vomited blood and died without knowing what the illness was.
The fourth woman married someone from Mijiabao Village near the mountain in Nanyuan. He left almost no memory of this woman. She seemed to have no reaction to anything he did. She would never refuse him if he wanted to come, and he didn't want it.
She never clung to him. She just did what she was supposed to do from morning to night without saying a word. When she died, he was not at home and went to town. When he came back, he saw her mouth clenched tightly.
He was scratched off by his fingernails, and the blood on his hands had not completely dried up. There was black blood and scratch marks on the edge of the kang and on the kang mat. It was said that he suddenly had a stomachache in the afternoon, and his father went to check on him when he was not around.
Mr. Leng was called in for first aid. Mr. Leng had severed a wool boil. When the needle was inserted and the blood was drained, the blood had turned into black thick juice and could not be drained out. She died in great pain, and her whole body was curled up like a dry shrimp.
After four women died in a row, Jiaxuan became frightened and began to believe the rumors that the villagers had long secreted about his fate. He was afraid that he was destined to be a bachelor for the rest of his life. His father, Bingde, arranged for him to get married again.
, he advised his father to wait for a while before talking. The old man Bingde pointed his chewing lips at the hookah pipe, blew out the ashes with a pop, then twisted the yellow and soft shredded tobacco and put it into the pipe, and pursed his lips again with a pop.
He blew the burning paper, puffed out two puffs of smoke from his nostrils, and said without any doubt: "Sell another mule colt."
The next morning, the old man Bingde took the mule colt to Bailu Town. When he came back, it was already dark. He threw down the reins, which were half iron chain and half leather rope, and told his son: "My wife said it is done.
She was originally the third girl of the carpenter Wei's family in Lijia Village. "This woman is from a poor family. She is not in the right family and has no way to care about it. The carpenter Wei Laosan has raised five women and is worried that he can't support them. As long as he gives a high-finance betrothal gift, he will not be able to make ends meet.
At this time, villages far and near were enthusiastically spreading the physiological secrets about Jiaxuan that went beyond the toughness of life. It was said that he had the appearance of a dog, long enough to wrap around his waist.
, and there was a poisonous barb on the tip, and the women's livers, lungs, intestines and stomachs were all mashed and poisonous juice was injected. No one from those wealthy families considered the honest ancestors and virtues of the Bai Bingde family in Bailu Village.
After the family business is over, no one wants to send their daughter to the home of that monster with a dog tongue to die; only people like the carpenter Wei Laosan who can't wait to kick the woman out will suffer this obvious loss. When the marriage is in accordance with the
At the critical moment when strict ancestral procedures and etiquette were intensified, the old man Bingde himself died suddenly.
It was the season for wheat to bloom and rapeseed to dry pods. It was just the fourth month of the lunar calendar and the season was approaching Xiaoman. The farmers who had taken off their cotton coats and trousers and put on single clothes and single trousers were still unbearable in the heat. After lunch, the old man Bingde told Changgong Lu San to feed the animals well.
Later in the afternoon, when it was time to plant cotton, he lay down and rested for a while. Every day after lunch, he would rest for a while, sometimes as short as blinking and taking a nap. Then he jumped off the kang and wiped his eyes and face with a wet towel dipped in cold water.
At this time, I feel relaxed and refreshed, as if all the fatigue of the previous half day has been shaken off; then I sit down to drink tea and smoke hookah, and all the muscles and bones in my body become excited and trembling, like a clock that is wound up one by one.
After Lu San had fed the livestock, he and he carried the plow and led the horse out of the village lane and towards the fields. He was as energetic as a general on an expedition. The whole afternoon, he was full of energy and focused on the farm work in his hands, often forcing him to
Lu San, the younger long-term worker, was panting and sweating profusely, but he did not dare to be lazy for a moment. He never scolded the long-term worker, let alone beat him with hands and feet, and the agreed-upon salary was no less than one liter and one penny. He and the long-term worker
He washed his face in the same copper basin and sat at the same table to dine. All the long-term workers he used gave him their best efforts and became very close friends. The story of Bai Bingde of Bailu Village was spread all over the country. Bingde
As soon as the old man lay down, he felt moist and confused. He dreamed that he was riding in a bullock cart and carrying a sickle to cut wheat. Suddenly, there was a flash of light on the top of his head, and the sky was full of fire. One after another, one ball fell on his chest and burned him.
His skin and flesh squeaked, and he fell from the bullock cart into the ruts filled with loess and grass clippings. After waking up, he had fallen on the brick floor under the kang. He touched his chest, which was intact and showed no traces of burns from the flowing fire.
There was a burning fire in his heart, like a flame coming out, burning his throat, mouth and tongue. Everything became hard, stiff and dry. His woman must have heard the noise and ran into the house to hug him and pull him, but she couldn't help him.
He climbed onto the kang and immediately called in panic to his son Jiaxuan and his long-term worker Lu San. The three men carried the old man Bingde to the kang, and they all leaned down and asked anxiously and affectionately what was wrong. But the old man Bingde could no longer speak.
, he just scratched his neck and chest with the rough nails on his rough fingers, and made the same sound as a dog when it is wronged. Jiaxuan and his mother were all stunned, except Changgonglu.
San's mind was not yet confused, so he shouted: "Quickly go and fetch the gentleman." Jiaxuan was reminded and ran out of the yard and went to Bailu Town to fetch the gentleman.
Bailu Town is in the west of the village. There is a small street and a drug store. Mr. Leng provides medical treatment and also sells traditional Chinese medicine. When Mr. Leng heard Jiaxuan describe his symptoms, he understood 80% to 90% of it. He took out a leather bag from the drawer and hung it on his trousers.
With his belt on his belt, he hurried to Bai's house. Mr. Leng was a famous doctor in Bailuyuan. He was wearing a finely crafted beige silk shirt and black silk trousers. The silk shirt and trousers trembled when he raised his feet and waved his hands; forty years old.
He is many years old, with hair as black as ink and as shiny as wax, with a rosy face and clear eyes. He sits in the hall for medical treatment and has a prosperous family. When Mr. Leng sees a doctor, it does not matter whether the door is high or low, let alone the person. The wealthy people carry him in a sedan or on a mat.
He was taken there in an oxcart with a blanket, and the poor man took him with a donkey. When someone who didn't even have a donkey invited him, he walked there. When the rich man offered him gold and silver, he accepted it without hesitation.
He would calmly put a few copper coins and hemp money in his pocket from the Han family. He would not force or ask for money from people who were too poor to pay for the moment, and would not even ask. He would just let the patients bring it to him when they had something to do.
He lost his good reputation. When his father, Mr. Lao Leng, passed away, half of the hospital was covered with gold-lettered plaques and silk ribbons sent by survivors who saved their lives through him and many rural people who simply admired medical ethics.
Street. Mr. Leng sat on the chair that was painted black and shiny with raw lacquer. People found that he was colder than Mr. Leng. He didn't talk much but he didn't neglect the anxious patients. He was always calm and confident, and took good care of his patients.
It’s the same look that makes people look bad. It’s the same look that kills people. The impression he gives to any patient and family members who are more anxious and anxious than the patient will always be like this. It’s because of his medical skills that he treats patients well.
This disease is nothing to mention, so it does not deserve exaggerated praise. If you cannot treat a disease well or see a person dead, then it is your misfortune that you have a terminal illness, not Mr. Leng's mediocre medical skills. That appearance makes the patients and their families firmly believe that even if it is another hundred years,
Even if the King of Medicine is reincarnated, there is nothing a doctor can do.
As soon as Mr. Leng entered the door, he saw the old man Bingde who was twisted like twists on the kang, still moaning like a dog. He remained calm, felt the pulse of his left hand and pinched his belly with a cold face.
, then opened the mouth of the old man Bingde with both hands, said softly "Hmm" and turned around to ask Jiaxuan: "Is there any shochu?" Jiaxuan's mother, Bai Zhao, responded "Yes, yes, yes" repeatedly, turned around and asked Jiaxuan
A whole bottle of shochu was brought in. Mr. Leng asked for another celadon bowl, poured the shochu into the bowl, and signaled Jiaxuan with his eyes to light the wine. Jiaxuan's face was covered in sweat, and he held the flint and fire sickle with trembling hands but fired.
No sparks came out. Lu San took over his hand and lit the fire paper with just one blow. He blew out the flame in one breath and ignited the soju. Mr. Leng took off his wallet from his waistband and opened the hidden buckle, revealing a row of
A knife, an awl, a hooked thick needle and a sparkling triangular scraper. Mr. Leng took out a steel needle as thick as a wheat straw and a steel plate, grilled them together on the blue flame lit by soju, and then ordered Jiaxuan to crush the old man to death
With both hands, he ordered Mrs. Bai Zhao to tighten her legs, and specifically told Lu San to hold the owner's head and neck tightly, and not to let go no matter what happened. Everything was done in strict accordance with Mr. Leng's instructions. Mr. Leng stuffed the steel plate into
Old Bingde's mouth turned into a V-shaped support plate with the index finger of his left hand. He stretched Old Bingde's mouth to the limit. The steel needle in his right hand, which was burning red and yellow on the shochu flame, moved
It was stabbed into the throat. Before others could figure out what was going on, the steel needle had been pulled out, and a stream of blue smoke was seen coming out of the old man Bingde's mouth, exuding a strange smell of burning flesh. Mr. Leng wiped the knife and said:
"Let go. It's over." Then he blew out the flames in the soju bowl. The old man Bingde's twisted legs, feet and arms relaxed like twists, and he casually placed them on the kang motionless, and his mouth began to flow.
A black mucus came out, which was disgusting to see. Jiaxuan wiped it carefully with a towel. At this time, the old man Bingde gradually opened his eyes. The four people discovered this great turning point at the same time, and at the same time discovered the slightly opened eyes.
There was a ray of living light in the eyelids, indicating the return of life, like a ray of soft and vibrant sunshine leaking from the haze of clouds. The three people said "Oh" in surprise at the same time, and turned their eyes overflowing with tears in unison.
Come and look at Mr. Leng. Mr. Leng still looked the same as usual and said, "Give me some cold boiled water." The three people hurriedly poured a few spoonfuls of boiled water into the big mouth carefully, and the old man Bingde sat down miraculously.
He stood up, grabbed Mr. Leng’s hand and said he was joking: “Oh, nephew Leng, I am making a check in the book of life and death for the Lord of Hell. Suddenly, someone snatched the brush from my hand and stabbed it straight into my throat.
.I also said to the Lord of Hell, ‘Look, you can’t blame me for this.’ It turned out to be you.” The three of them laughed out loud with tears in their eyes. The old man Bingde scolded his wife and said, “Why don’t you hurry up and prepare tea and rice for Mr.——
"Ms. Bai Zhao left in a hurry, apologizing for neglecting her benefactor. The loud sound of ladles adding water and the sound of bellows came from the kitchen.