I rewrote family history

Chapter 59 Guillotine
Back in the side room of the stable, Xu Er Lengzi took off his long gown and came to the stone trough of the stable.He sat on the bluestone where Xu San'er often sat, and began to pull up the iron guillotine, sending piles of dry long grass to the edge of the knife.

Forage is like a prisoner waiting to be beheaded.

Xu San'er likes to listen to operas.Xinye has a theater troupe that sings Henan opera, and they come to the village to sing operas during temple fairs.Thanks to this, he also became interested in listening to operas, which was the only new thing in the countryside.

When he was a child, when he was tired of working, he imagined this guillotine as the dog-headed guillotine of Bao Zheng, the prefect of Kaifeng in "The Beauty Case".As soon as the guillotine fell, it added a little childish prestige.

"Open the guillotine~"

Seeing no one around, Xu Er shouted.

The iron guillotine fell quickly.

The forage that has been chopped off is overflowing like a mess of unkempt hair.

"Open the guillotine!"

He yelled again.

The neighing of the bay red horse can be vaguely heard outside the house.

"Open the guillotine!"

He regained his childhood fun.

Just pulling a wooden stick can be used as a childlike slashing knife.Throwing the wooden stick vigorously at the grass on the edge of the dirt road, the plants in a radius of two miles completely lost their heads.

Outside the house, there were conversations between the master and father, the young master, and the wife.

"Open the guillotine..."

He pulled up the handle of the guillotine and cut another pile of hay.

Only this time his voice was much quieter, only he could hear it.low inaudible level.I am afraid that others will hear and laugh at him.

Childlike....

Xu Er raised his head in a daze, the sky was already full of clouds, like red blood.The blood seeped into the adjacent mountains, holding them together.Red, black, and white are mixed together.

The white ones are patches of white clouds.

Just as he was thinking, the sky suddenly became dusk, and the broken hay piled up at his feet was heavy and could not be seen clearly, and it was mixed with the evening light.

The young master and father walked in.

"Father, young master." Xu Er yelled as he stood up.By the way, he kicked the messy hair around his feet.And at the same time, he let go of the handle of the guillotine.The guillotine in the right hand was no longer hindered by the forage, and it hit the wooden trough covered with iron with a "clang", which was especially resounding in the dark night.

The son of a long-term worker stepped forward and greeted him.

"Why are you chopping hay?"

"You are a scholar, don't tire your hands because of this, your hands are for writing..."

Xu San'er picked up his father's airs and reprimanded him.

"I'm free, let's exercise my wrist..."

Even if there is no shadow of the master and wife in front of my eyes.I couldn't see clearly in the night, but the kerosene lamp in the back house was on, and some water came over.The master and wife are extremely frugal, and there will never be a scene where the lights are on and people leave.Xu Er's fool can conclude that the master and wife are in the back house.

However, he will not complain about his boss uninterestedly.

Especially in front of the young master.

Well, they are always separated by a thick barrier.

At this time, Xu Er suddenly understood.

"Master, what are you doing here?"

Xu Er didn't want to talk too much about cutting fodder, so he changed the subject.

The young master never came to the stables.

The stables were dirty and smelled of shit and urine.

Since childhood, the wife has forbidden the young master to come here.

"It's nothing, but I haven't seen you for a long time." Xu Shuwen's face was complicated, but his words were extremely plain. One year was enough for him to "see through".

"I think the middle school is too noisy, it's not easy to see you, young master."

Xu Er stunned to say the reason.

It should be the master who beat the father...

The master asked him to chop hay for the purpose of beating.If he can't think clearly about this, he doesn't need to go to Hongwen Hall to study.He spent day and night pondering the collections of the sage's scriptures and histories in the school, not to mention the easy-to-understand words of the master.

Father and the young master came in together, and the young master mentioned their "strangeness" first....

This seems to be exactly the same as what the old man said.

"Too loud?"

Xu Shuwen was surprised, he didn't expect Xu Er's idiot to give him such a reply.The classroom should be quiet.Students in the secondary hall should be more disciplined than those in the affiliated elementary hall.

"How could it be noisy?"

After saying a word, he suddenly understood, "That's us reading newspapers. When we arrive at the middle school, we need to order newspapers. But the newspapers are too complicated. There are "Wanguo Gongpao", "Shenbao", "Current Affairs News", " The Beijing News and so on, a newspaper costs three or four coppers. If each of us subscribes, it will cost three or four yuan a month. Read the newspaper..."

For seven coppers, you can buy a bowl of mutton stewed noodles with meat.If you eat sparingly, three or four coppers will be enough for a family of three to eat for a few days.The rich family's money did not come in vain.

"Reading the newspaper? So that's how it is."

Seeing that the "lie" was exposed, Xu Er was not afraid of being ashamed under the twilight, anyway, he couldn't see the young master's expression clearly, so he said: "Next time when others don't read the newspaper, I will go to the young master again." ..."

He made a promise.

Seemingly finding this to be unconvincing, he added, "I didn't pay for the subscription to the newspaper, so I eavesdropped and stole the words... It would be a loss of etiquette."

There is a storyteller in the teahouse where you rest your feet.Sit and listen to a book in a tea shop, or order a pot of hot tea at worst.Otherwise, they will be chased away by the buddies of the tea shop, and they are not allowed to "steal books" here.

The term "stealing characters" is very good.

Xu Er was secretly happy for his response.

"Stealing words?" Xu Shuwen nodded, agreeing with Xu Er's idiot's rhetoric, "It's really not good to listen to the newspaper without paying the money for ordering the newspaper. But how can students' affairs be treated in the same way as outside affairs. If you want to hear newspaper, just come in, how can the student’s eavesdropping be called stealing words?”

With a suitable reason, the young master no longer has the need to stay in the stable.

The young master left in a hurry.

Xu Er stunned guessed that the young master should be in a hurry to report to the master and wife.

From time to time, an oil lamp was lit in the stable yard.

The kerosene lamp gifted by the master was taken to the floral dress shop by Xu Erlian.Now the only light left in the house is this dim kerosene lamp.

With the light on, Xu Er Lengzi corrected his appearance and put on his long gown.

You can no longer do shady tricks.

Dad likes him wearing long gowns.

"Is it the master who asked you to cut grass?"

Xu San'er glanced at the broken fodder piled up next to the guillotine, and sighed, "Father is incompetent, which makes you tired. But the young master is kind-hearted, you have to think of the young master's kindness."

He sat next to the bluestone where the guillotine was placed, and began to chop grass.

"Go home and read a book."

Seeing Xu Er's stunned man looking at him, Xu San'er felt quite uncomfortable, and said hurriedly.But after the words came out, he suddenly thought that there were no two oil lamps at home.

The fodder still needs to be chopped, this is the master's order.

"Forget it, just watch me cut grass."

He lost his way.

(End of this chapter)