The exact time Lu San killed his daughter-in-law Xiao'e was the night he bumped into Bai Xiaowen in the trench. The moment Lu San looked at Bai Xiaowen, who was still alive and struggling, a flash of lightning suddenly crackled in his head, and that flash of light flashed across his mind.
Holding the handle of the ancestral spear dart, he looked at Xiaowen lying in the trench without being surprised. He celebrated his birth, watched him grow up, and watched him steadily ascend to the supreme position of Bailu Village, becoming the supreme leader of Bailu Village.
A patriarch who is both knowledgeable, knowledgeable and well-mannered; and I watched him slide down step by step, first kicking the ground, then selling the house, then pulling a jujube stick and begging along the door, and today he is reduced to sitting in a trench to be torn apart by wild dogs and deer.
San witnessed with his own eyes the entire life course of a prodigal son, which once again verified the inviolability of his code of life; Heiwa was the first person who violated his life creed by not listening to his advice, and the consequences were
It had been revealed to the people of Bailu Village long before Xiaowen. The direct cause of Heiwa and Xiaowen's depravity was female sex, and it was the same woman. The disaster she brought to his family and the Bai Jiaxuan family he respected were unforgettable.
Lu San said to Xiaowen at that time, "You go grab the food from the house", not to give him a way out, but out of contempt and ridicule.
Lu San spent the whole afternoon hauling loess from the trench. The dry weather caused the loess to dry from the surface to the bottom of the trench. It was poured directly into the earth house for storage without drying. After dark, he was as silent as usual.
We sat at the dining table and had dinner. Without speaking to Jiaxuan, we just said hello, "Eat slowly and I'll go." Then walked out of the yard. Entered his horse's stable, added a trough of fodder to the only remaining red horse, and carried it on his back.
I folded my hands and went home.
When Lu San walked into his yard, the woman heard footsteps on the Kang in the mansion and asked: "You are back. Wait a minute. I will open the door for you." Lu San stood in the yard and said: "Don't open the door, I won't go in.
"It's done." The woman said nothing again. Lu San pushed open the walled building where miscellaneous farm tools were stored, touched the smooth handle of the spear, and in the dim moonlight, he placed the spear on the threshold and took it off with an axe.
The tip of the spear came. The clanking sound attracted the woman's inquiry: "What are you hitting with the black flax?" Lu San said: "You can sleep in your sleep."
Lu San returned to the horse barn, carried the millstone in from the guillotine, and propped it up on the empty ground between the Tukang and the trough. He turned around and closed the wooden door of the horse barn, scooped out water with a ladle, and propped it up on the ground.
Then he sat on a wooden horse stand and sharpened the steel spear blade with water. The spear blade had been left unused for a long time and was stained with rust. The red rust peeled off on the groove surface of the grindstone.
Amidst the grinding sound, the steel blade showed a bright cold light in the light of the oil lamp. He used the thumb of his left hand to test the edge. It was still a bit blunt, so he went to mix another trough of fodder for the red horse.
, sat down and continued to sharpen, his mind was very quiet, focused and single. When he touched the left thumb for the fourth time to test the edge, he felt the ideal effect on the steel blade, just like sharpening the guillotine before cutting grass.
The blade feels like sharpening a sickle blade before cutting wheat. Then I wipe the water on the steel blade with a piece of rag, press it under the quilt, light a pot of dry smoke, sit on the edge of the kang, and put one foot under the kang.
One foot on the ground, the other foot on the edge of the kang, his left hand hooked on his arched knee, and his right hand holding a foot-long pipe rod, sitting like a statue. He waited for the cock to crow, waited for the night to be quiet, so as not to bump into an acquaintance, like
In the past, when he had to walk a long way, he would be as quiet as a rooster when he crows. His quietness was nothing more than a simple mind, which was mainly attributed to his firm belief in his life creed. He knocked out two pots of black ash and put the cigarette powder in again.
In the floating smoke, he suddenly remembered the scene of "handing over to farmers" that year. In the courtyard of Sanguan Temple, he jumped up when faced with the noisy and chaotic scene of leaderless people: "I am one of them." He led the crowd to advance.
The county government was tied up by Wu Hua Da and thrown into prison again. He never regretted or was afraid. Lu San said in his heart: I am going to accomplish the second major thing in my life, to kill one person and eliminate one harm.
The rooster's crow was dull and dull, and the chicken's neck seemed to be stuffed with dry straw. Lu San knocked off the ashes from his cigarette, inserted the pipe under the blue belt around his waist, and fastened the shiny steel spear blade wrapped in rags to his waist.
Finally, he blew out the oil lamp, walked out of the horse horn, closed the door panel, and walked out of the wooden fence gate of the arena. Then he turned around, closed the double fence gate, fastened the chain buckle, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the alley of Bailu Village.
The moon has set, and the village streets are dark.
Lu San walked through the village alley with his hands behind his back. After leaving the village entrance, he stepped onto a slow slope. The trees were sparse and the light was brighter. When he stepped onto the flat field of the kiln courtyard, he couldn't stop his heartbeat. Ever since Hei Wa and this unknown person
After he kicked the woman out of the house and lived in this cave dwelling, Lu San had never visited this dirty kiln courtyard. He would rather take a detour of two or three miles to avoid the slow slope in front of the kiln courtyard. He took a moment to stabilize
Suppressing the beating in his chest, he walked to the kiln door. The iron chain was hanging down, and the door was locked from the inside. There was no doubt that the person was in the kiln. When he raised his hand to knock on the door, his heart that had just calmed down again
The sound jumped up; he hesitated for a moment and then slapped the wooden door; after this slap, his heart calmed down and stopped beating. "Who is it?" Xiao'e's sticky voice came from the cave. Lu San continued to shoot.
She knocked on the door panel without saying a word. "Hey, you're a knife-wit, where can you go these days?" Xiao'e's voice became smoother and she started to get angry. She guessed that Xiaowen was here, "Don't worry, don't worry."
If you knock, I will get down from the kang and open the door." Lu San's scalp was blazing with fire. He gritted his teeth and held his breath while standing on the side of the door. There was a sound of the door latch sliding, and Lu San pushed it open.
There was a wooden door panel with a single fan. Xiao'e was hit hard by the door panel and scolded angrily: "You are so crazy when you get a knife. You opened the door with such force." Lu San stepped into the kiln door, pushed the door panel smoothly, and scolded.
: "Shut your stinky mouth quietly and say nothing." "Oh, mom!" Xiao'e shrank into a ball in fear, hugged her chest with both arms, squatted down along the wall of the kang, and blocked the light with her upper body.
With his naked belly, he complained bitterly, "What are you doing here?" Lu San looked at the ball of white meat huddled under the wall of the kang, and ordered: "Go up to the kang and put on some clothes, I have something to say."
Xiao'e stood up timidly and tremblingly from under the wall of the kang, turned around, raised her right leg and put it on the edge of the kang. As soon as her left leg was lifted, her whole back was facing Lu San. Lu San pulled out from the lower back.
The steel blade of the spear scraped away the rags wrapped around it, and aimed at Xiao'e's back and stabbed her heart. Judging from the feel, the tip of the knife had penetrated her chest and ribs. At that moment, Xiao'e suddenly turned around and held the edge of the kang with both hands.
, cried out in surprise and sadness: "Ah... big..." Lu San saw two beams of bright light in the darkness in front of him, which were her eyes that suddenly flashed; he stared at them intently.
She couldn't turn her back to the dead person with those two beams of light, she had to keep looking at them. The ghost got timid and ran away. The two beams of light gradually became weaker and even disappeared. She fell down on the edge of the kang, and her left leg fell down.
Lai hung down to the edge of the kang, one arm pressed under him, and the other arm grabbed the front. Lu San only then pulled out the steel spear blade, and the blocked blood gurgled from his chest and back.
When he came out, there was no more sound in the kiln. He picked up the piece of rag from the ground, wrapped it around the spear blade again, walked out, closed the door panel, locked the cage-shaped iron lock, and walked out.
We walked out of the kiln courtyard, down the gentle slope, and into the village alley where house walls and trees obscured the starlight. The rooster had just crowed twice.
The last woman in Bailu Village and even the entire Bailu Plain ended her life in this way, until her body rotted in the cave dwelling and emitted a stinky smell. Bai Xiaowu led the tribesmen of the two surnames of Bailu to dig cliffs and put soil to seal the cave dwelling.
In addition to cursing and scolding, no one in the entire village, men, women, old people, or children, had a good word to say about this woman. Lu San completed this feat that everyone was pleased with, but fell into depression. The depression started after returning to the horse.
The steel blade of the spear, wrapped in a rag soaked in blood, remained intact and stuffed into the hole under the fire kang, and buried with thick firewood ash. In case the government came to inquire one day, he was prepared to put himself and the murder weapon together.
After handing it over and hiding the murder weapon, Lu San took out a handful of water from the water tank and wiped the blood on his hands. When he saw a pair of shocked and sad eyes in the water tank, it was clearly Xiao'e's eyes that were looking back when she was killed on the back.
The pair of eyes that turned over; the strange thing was that the sound of "Ah... big..." sounded in his ears at the same time. When Lu San looked and listened carefully, there was nothing in the water tank, and there was only the snoring of the red horse in the horse horn.
He didn't care about the sound. He thought it was because he was dazzled. After he pulled back the quilt and lay down, he heard Xiao'e's dying voice calling him loudly again, but the eyes didn't reappear. From then on, that voice might be heard again.
It sounded in his ears at any time. Sometimes he was eating, sometimes he was concentrating on driving the car, and sometimes he was happily listening to others joking and gossiping. The cry of "big" suddenly came out, making him suddenly lose his appetite.
Under the whip, Fang lost his interest in listening to the joke and immediately fell into irresolvable melancholy...until Hei Wa pinched Bai Jiaxuan's neck to kill him, and Lu San threw the blood-dried spear blade hidden in the kang hole at his son.
At my feet, the melancholy in my heart can be relieved...
After Hei Wa left angrily, Bai Wu's Immortal Grass cried loudly, and kowtowed to Lu San: "Third brother, if it weren't for you, his father would be dead today... Why don't you two hurry up and fuck you?"
"Kowtow" Xiaowu and Xiaoyi knelt down together. Lu San quickly helped the mother and son up, and said to Bai Jiaxuan who was sitting on the Taishi chair: "This time I have done all the work for our gentlemen...
This has nothing to do with you. Don't kowtow to me, mother and son." After that, he turned around and walked out. Bai Jiaxuan didn't say a word or try to persuade Lu San to stay. He said to Xiancao: "Hurry up and get some appetizers, I want to drink."
Xiancao and Xiaowu's second daughter-in-law quickly cooked up four dishes, a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of cold shredded cucumbers, a plate of dried mushrooms, and a plate of smoked pork. The last two dishes were mountain products brought by the brothers from the mountains when they came here not long ago.
, that piece of smoked butt pork is usually hidden in the cellar. When my mother Bai Zhao’s birthday or important relatives come to the house, I will cut off a thin strand with a knife. It is considered the best in the famine years.
Bai Jiaxuan went to the horse stall to invite Lu San in person. Lu San had just laid down, lying on his side with his eyes open and smoking, when he heard a knock on the door and opened the door. Bai Jiaxuan was afraid that Lu San would refuse and would not talk about drinking.
He only said a few important things and asked him to go back to the courtyard before he could say anything. Without saying anything, Lu San put on his shirt and left. He entered the courtyard of the courtyard and saw the square table in the bright hall of the upper room.
The plate and cup on the table stopped and he said, "Jiaxuan, what are you doing? You're so out of touch with me..." Bai Jiaxuan hunched over and raised his head and said, "Don't you want to hear the important words I'm telling you?"
The words... must be said while sipping wine."
The four people sat down around the square table. Xiaowu started pouring wine into each person's cup. Bai Jiaxuan stood up with a stooped waist. Just as he opened his mouth to call "Third Brother", he suddenly burst into tears and couldn't hold back his sobs. Lu San was surprised.
He looked sideways and didn't know what to say. Xiaowu Xiaoyi also sat in silence. Xiancao lowered his head and shed tears on the side. Bai Jiaxuan worked hard before he said one sentence: "Third brother, count how much I have suffered.
"Unfortunately." The four people present lowered their heads and sighed. Xiaowu Xiaoyi had never seen his father cry in pain. Xiancao and her husband had been together for half their lives, and it was rare to see her husband once worried or confused, let alone cry loudly. Lu
The third one had only seen Jiaxuan cry when his old master passed away. Afterwards, the Bai family experienced seven disasters, and Bai Jiaxuan became harder and harder with each passing day. Bai Jiaxuan said: "My heart is also made of flesh..." As he said this,
She cried so hard that the wine in her hand spilled from the cup. The fairy grass attendant stood beside him and covered his face with his hands while sobbing. Xiaowu was also sad. Xiaoyi could not appreciate anything more, so he sat with his head down.
Sanye couldn't help but his nose was sore and his eyes were blurred. Bai Jiaxuan said: "Let's finish this cup first" and then said: "I have something to say to Xiaowu Xiaoyi, third brother, please stay with me. I want to take that money box
I will read my son’s story to future generations..."
This is a long-lasting story of the Bai family. Although it is unremarkable, it is respected as a family rule and is passed down solemnly and seriously from the deceased head of the family to the next generation, especially the new head of the family who is about to take over. That
It is a locust wood box with only an entrance and no exit. The workmanship is rough and cannot be displayed or viewed. Among the ancestors of about six generations from Bai Jiaxuan, the succeeding head of the family became a five-year-old during the three years of observing filial piety.
He was a prodigal son who was full of poison. He kicked off all the land, livestock and houses before his filial piety was over. He also squandered all the betrothal gifts of his two younger sisters. His mother was so angry that she couldn't afford a musician, couldn't afford a coffin, and couldn't wear three shrouds.
, I only made do with two reed mats and buried them. This shameless prodigal actually bragged shamelessly: "No matter how rich the person is in Bailu Village, no matter how wealthy the owner is, no one has ever seen anyone install a double-layered canopy for his ancestors."
I used double-layered longevity materials for my mother..." The villager was right. He wrapped the double-layered material with two reed mats... and replied with a jingle: The boss of the Bai family is burying his father. No matter how big the fuss can be; the Bai family
The boss buried his mother, even if he could be blind, he was blind. The prodigal took his wife and children out to beg for food and never came back. The second brother, who had personally experienced the painful process of uprooting the pot and turning the stove over, silently went to mow the grass for some well-off families in the village.
He would fetch water and mix a bowl of rice, and when he had nothing to do, he would accept a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun from the villagers and neighbors. When this silent child grew up, he got a wooden mold and a stone hammer to make adobe bricks.
He left early and returned late at night, almost cutting off the chance to meet the villagers. He never visited the house, let alone wandered around. On rainy days, he lay in the kitchen with only room for one person to rest. Someone once found him studying. This
The kitchen house was the result of the intervention of the angered tribesmen and close disciples, so the prodigal son left this kitchen house unsold, giving him a foothold.
He collected a piece of locust wood board, borrowed a carpenter's saw, plane and chisel, and cut it into a small wooden box. He carved a slit as wide as the head of a chopstick on it, and all six sides of the box were made of wood.
The box was stuck to death. He came back every night, stuffed the copper coins and hemp coins he earned from making bricks into the crack, and then slept with the box on his head. Three years later, he used a chisel to remove the bottom of the box and coded a pile of copper coins and hemp coins.
After counting them all, they bought back one acre and two cents of land in one go. It was a huge piece of land. Only then did the people in Bailu Village widen their eyes, looking at the features on the second son who was nothing more than a mute.
strands of rags and trousers. The next year, he used the first new wheat harvested from the land he bought to steam into snow-white steamed buns, and sent two to every household in Bailu Village in return.
Their gifts were given to him when he was in a desperate situation. Every time this thoughtful child received a bowl of porridge or a steamed bun, he would write the name of the giver on the earthen wall of the kitchen house, such as five mothers-in-law, three aunts, and seven.
Sister-in-law, second aunt, fourth sister, etc. When he was now an adult, he resolutely broke through his original intention when keeping accounts and gave two steamed buns to every family to whom the hometown party had given alms or not.
, the result was that those who had not given him alms were even more moved and even ashamed. Two years later, he pried open the bottom of the box again and built two mansions on the half of the village that was passed down to him from his ancestors. Another year,
He married himself a wife... There is no need to go into details about what happened next, but some of the eccentricities of the second son himself are still popular. The day after he married his wife, he went to his father-in-law's house and took off his new clothes as soon as he entered the house.
, put on the original tattered shirt and trousers and the tattered shoes with broken heels. The wife said: "You are still wearing this -" The second son said: "This is what gold does not change." Until he died.
, although the land, livestock and houses have developed to the situation before his brother lost his family, Zhuang Ji redeemed the half that was sold at a price three times higher than the original price, and built three halls as he wished. He is still wearing patches piled on top of each other.
The people of Bailuyuan were inspired by him and called patches "gold never changes". The story of the Bai family's eldest son ruining his family and his second son starting a business and making a fortune was finally condensed into a wooden box with imports but no exports, which was used by every village from generation to generation.
The rich and poor farmers chewed, tasted, deleted, enriched, and passed it on to their descendants, turning it into a classic local textbook that was originally unattainable...
"I think our family is only one step away from reusing wooden boxes." Bai Jiaxuan drank a few cups of wine and sighed, "Look at Xiaowen, is he the prodigal boss? Haha, it's strange that Taoists say that every family's grave is the same as the one in the house."
Those withered ghosts are going up and down in circles. Maybe in which generation a prodigal ghost will come up and he will be defeated. Is Xiaowen one of them? It’s just that I am still alive and Xiaowu has grown up, so I didn’t give him a kick.
At that point... I kicked him out, but you stared at the fairy grass and blamed me for being hard-hearted and for not giving him a dou and a half of alms. It's me who is naughty. Even alms have to help a good person like him.
A prodigal, he would have starved to death long ago and left his eyes idle... Xiaowu, I will give this box to you tonight. Of course, there is no need to use it to save money. If you look at it often, it will not be fascinated by it. "