My name is Cui Zuofei, Zuofei of Hu Zuowei. Do you think this name is a bit strange? It sounds a bit like "Cui Zuofei". In fact, I am also very dissatisfied with this name. But according to the order of names on the family tree, I
This generation happened to be guilty of the word "zuo". Moreover, my parents were not well-educated, so when they heard that I was given this name, it really gave them a headache for a while. Later, my father had an idea and took out a dictionary and said
The first word on the page I turned to was used as my name. Coincidentally, the first word on the page I turned to happened to be a useless word. My mother quit at this time. Who wants to name their child?
What is called "nullification"? She fully reflects the toughness of Northeastern women, saying that she can't let her child be invalidated just like that.
So my father compromised. He pointed to the character "Fei" on the same page and told my mother, "Let's call our eldest son Fei. I hope he can do extraordinary things when he grows up. That's how my name was changed."
Decided hastily.
What I am going to tell you next, you can listen to it as a story without taking it too seriously.
My hometown is called Longjiang, which is a small county near Qiqihar City, Heilongjiang Province. My grandfather told me that Longjiang County used to be called Zhujiakan. As the saying goes, a small temple is full of evil spirits, and a small town is full of right and wrong. This is such a town.
There is actually a group of beards living in the forest next to it. Friends who live in the Northeast should know what beards are, they are bandits. In concrete terms, they are similar to the mountain eagles in the forest and snow fields. There are still former gun towers here.
The renovated water tower often has the most strange things happening during times of war. Many folklores come from that era. For example, this happened when my grandfather was young.
My grandfather was twenty-eight years old at that time. The winter in the Northeast can freeze people to death. It is better now, but my grandfather said that the winter in the past was several times colder than it is now. Isn’t there that saying, Laba, Seventh and Laba?
My chin is frozen. It seems that when I go out to relieve myself, I have to take a small stick and hit it while urinating, otherwise it will freeze. Of course, this is something I cannot understand.
We don’t have the habit of eating Laba porridge during Laba. To be honest, I have never seen what Laba porridge looks like when I grow up. When we eat Laba here, we eat yellow rice, also called sticky rice, which is sticky.
It feels horrible to eat grainless rice if it gets on your chin. It’s even more unimaginable to eat it if you have a beard.
Even during the years of famine, Northeastern women who are calculating and calculating will try their best to calculate precious grains to ensure that they can have a meal during the festival. My grandma is such a woman. My family used to live in a factory building.
In the big yard, there are five families in one yard. During the day, grandpa goes out to work, and grandma picks up housework at home. This day happens to be the Laba Festival, and grandma took out the yellow rice she had saved for half a year and washed it for water. There is another saying here.
, unlike now, in the past, fine grains were basically not purchased. Because grains are precious, we should try to keep as much as we can. After all, there are several people in the family. You can imagine how difficult life is.
Put the rice into the pot and cover the pot. The corn stalks in the stove pit were burning very brightly, and soon the aroma of rice came out of the pot. At this time, it was probably around six o'clock in the evening, and the days in winter are very short.
It was already dark at this time. The wind was strong outside and there was no moon. The snow on the ground blew up and hit people's faces, which hurt like a knife. My grandma was sitting on the pony, thinking that grandpa would be back soon.
After thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze. Listening to her story, she remembered it very deeply. At that time, she dreamed of something similar to yellow leather dangling in front of her. These were my grandma's original words.
, she couldn't drive it away no matter how hard she tried. Just when she was angry and wanted to pick up stones and throw them away, she was woken up by a knock on the door.
The voice belonged to the daughter-in-law of Lao Zhai's family who was across the street from the courtyard. She knocked on the door and shouted: "Sister-in-law Xiao Cui, come out quickly and take a look, you caught someone who dug a hole in the wall!"
The so-called digging holes in the walls was a method of theft at that time. At that time, the yards were filled with earthen walls, which were quite high but not strong. If a thief climbed over the wall, there would be a risk of knocking the wall down, so
Some thieves came up with the trick of digging holes in the wall. At that time, every family kept stupid dogs, but they basically let the dogs out to find food on their own, because no one had anything to eat. And some dogs sometimes left
Even for a small day, the door is locked and you can't enter the yard, so most people will leave a dog hole in the earthen wall for dogs. These thieves will use these dog holes to make fuss. At night, they will use shovels to expand the dog holes and crawl in.
They would come to the yard to steal food, or drug the dogs in the yard and take them home to eat their meat.
And this thief was really stupid. He dared to get through the hole in the wall. As a result, he was caught by the old man in the yard. He probably was really hungry. My grandma
When I went out and looked around, I saw that everyone living in the yard had come out to watch the fun. Old Zhaitou by the wall was trampling the thief to the ground with his feet. The thief raised his head and looked at the people around him.
People's eyes are full of fear.
According to my grandma's recollection, the thief was not from the village because no one knew him. He looked about 40 years old and had an unusually sharp face. He had a mouse-like mustache and was wrapped in a tattered cotton-padded jacket.
The little sneaky eyes on the body were looking around.
At this time, my grandfather came back, looked at the thief who was trampled on the ground, and sighed. He thought that it is not easy to live in this world, but cats have their own ways, and rats have their own ways. Now that you are in our hands,
You have to admit your mistake.
The reality is cruel, especially in those days when human life was worth nothing. People in this village are suffering from hunger. If you, a thief from nowhere, are let go, then there will be no peace in the future.
Okay. Let me bring something up here. It’s not that people at that time were cruel, but it was indeed forced by life. If we didn’t kill him, he would definitely continue to cause harm to this area in the future. This is something that people living in our era cannot understand.
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My grandpa looked at the thieves on the ground and asked my grandma to put a bowl of yellow rice into the pot and add a ladle of cold water. My grandma did so and the yellow rice that had just come out of the pot gave off an alluring aroma.
The thief on the ground became energetic when he smelled the fragrance. He didn't speak, he just kept smelling it with his nose. His two little eyes kept blinking.
Everyone in the yard worked together to tie up the thief. Grandpa, who was holding the meal, told him, it’s not that we won’t give you a way to live, but we really can’t live anymore. It’s not easy for us, but you
After you’ve had your fill, let’s hit the road! I’ll give birth to a good family in my next life.
After he finished speaking, he dug out a large piece of yellow rice with chopsticks, put some cold water on it and put it to the thief's mouth. The thief was hungry and looked at it a lot, so he quickly swallowed the rice in one gulp.
, and he was still smiling at my grandfather. He had no idea that a disaster was about to happen.
Here you readers have to ask, why do you want to feed this thief? Anyone who has eaten yellow rice knows that the temperature of yellow rice should be as high as it comes out of the pot, basically reaching the boiling point of water.
This is indeed the last supper for this thief. Because the yellow rice is very sticky, it sticks together when picked up. It is also covered with cold water, so the temperature of the surface layer is very different from the temperature of the inner layer. It will feel warm in your mouth when you eat it.
Yes, but after swallowing it, the stomach will be burned half-cooked.
When the bowl of yellow rice was about to be eaten, the women in the yard all went back to the house because they didn't want to see the terrible scene below. My grandma also entered the house. When she was just sitting on the kang, she heard the miserable scene.
The screams kept coming. After struggling for a long time, the sound stopped. The timid grandma's heart was pounding, imagining the death of the thief, her big mouth opened desperately, like a kettle, water
The steam rushes from the stomach through the esophagus and finally out through the mouth.
About an hour later, my grandpa came back. When he came in, he patted the snow off his body. Then he set the dining table and asked my grandma to start dinner. After hearing this, my grandma got up and took out the dishes and put some pickles on the table.
, added oil to the kerosene lamp. The soju had already warmed up. My grandfather started drinking it with the pickles. Grandma picked up the lid of the pot, filled two bowls of rice and put them on the table. But she still felt because of the thief just now.
And uneasy.
My grandpa looked at my grandma's look, so he put down his chopsticks and said to her: "Look at you, you're a piece of shit. A stinky bastard can scare you to death." My grandma sighed and looked outside.
Xue said to my grandfather: "No matter what, he shouldn't be tortured to death. After all, it is still a human life."
My grandfather picked up the small wine cup and drank it in one gulp, and then said: "You think I think, this blind man is probably keeping a look on me with his beard lowered. Think about it, he is not from our town, but from the town closest to here."
They were all gone, and suddenly a big living person appeared. What is this but Huzi? If we don’t kill him now, if he goes back to the mountain and tells Huzi that we still have yellow rice to eat in our yard, and they come down to snatch it, we will lose it this year
How are you going to survive?" When my grandma heard about the beard, she was suddenly frightened.
As mentioned before, before liberation, the Huzi people in the Northeast were considered local tyrants. They usually only went to landlords or wealthy people to rob, but what time is it? When you are hungry, it doesn’t matter whether your family has money, as long as it is
Every family came to search, snatching rice when they saw it, and dragging livestock when they saw it. The local people were so angry that they dared not speak out. Fortunately, most of them were from poor families before they fell into the grass, and they basically didn't do anything wrong. They always left something to eat.
To the families who were robbed. But the food left behind is usually very little. Now that we have seen the New Year. After the New Year, it will be February and March when there is no harvest. How can this little food be sustained? So in the past, many wealthy landlords who escaped from the land were stolen.
The beard caused him to leave his hometown and flee.
Before going down the mountain, these beards usually send one or two "whistle" down the mountain to find out which houses have good food and have "good foundation". Then they go back to report, and then a group of people come down to rob these houses with "good foundation".
It would be better if you let him search honestly. But if you resist a little, these guys will kill you just for fun. After killing you, they will throw you into the mountains to be eaten by wolves and rats, and your family will be killed.