The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 13 Human Nature

Along the dirt road in the field, facing the gentle breeze, Wang Biao followed the sheep with a sickle and a silk bag, and walked slowly to the cemetery less than 1000 meters away. I cut off the water herbs and stuffed them into my pockets.

He never dared to go alone to the cemetery more than ten years ago. At that time, many tombs had not been moved out. They were full of large and small tombs and stone tablets of different sizes. When the surrounding area is full of cornfields that are as high as a person, even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, coming here will cause chills in the back and trembling in the scalp.

Later, in response to the government's call, many graves were cleared here, and thousands of neatly arranged poplar trees were contracted to be planted here, and it seemed that it was no longer so intrusive.

Because the cemetery occupies a relatively large area and is shaded by large trees, the weeds grow very densely, and there are many small tree forks and tree hairs growing on the bottom of the trunk, and the fresh and tender poplar leaves growing on them are also sheep. My son loves to eat.

When passing by the land of his house, Wang Biao walked into the field to have a look. The seedlings had a high emergence rate and were growing well. Human corn seedlings are incomparable.

Do the math, at the end of August and early September, the earing and sticking will almost be ready. From the middle and late September to the beginning of October, the black corn will be ready for pulping. At that time, it is the time when the corn can be burned. Corn is the best time to eat whether it is steamed or roasted. No matter how late the time is, the corn is old, and the taste and taste will be greatly reduced.

At that time, the normal corn was almost grown, and the black corn that his family planted late might really be sold for a high price.

Thinking of this, Wang Biao couldn't help but put down a stone in his heart, and chased the sheep briskly, his legs were walking, but his head began to think about the plot and context of the story, and he was ready to sit on the road next to the cemetery and use his mobile phone Write a novel.

Now, he can only hope that the number of words will be piled up as soon as possible, and there will be an explosion of subscriptions.

He really doesn't want to be the third grandson, it's a joke after dinner!

A few minutes later, such a strange scene appeared in the field. A young man was sitting cross-legged in front of the cemetery, with his head lowered and fiddled with his mobile phone. Less than ten meters in front of him were five or six grave mounds. The sheep are slowly marching westward, stepping on several graves from time to time, appearing to be floating in groups of ghostly shadows.On the dirt road beside the tree road on both sides of the north and south, two dogs are patrolling back and forth there, earnestly performing their respective tasks of shepherding.

After more than an hour, Wang Biao stopped his fingers and looked at the time. It was already seven o'clock, "Hey, it's already seven o'clock, it passed so fast."

Although the days are long and the nights are short at this time, and there is still more than an hour before the sun goes down, the cemetery buried in the poplar forest looks quite gloomy at this moment when the sun goes down. After writing the word 930, before going to bed at night, I can still code a chapter and pass it on.

Put the mobile phone in his pocket, stood up, looked at the graves in front of him, Wang Biao smiled, okay? He is probably the first author in the entire Chinese author circle to sit by the cemetery and write novels facing the graves. .

"Come on Qian, Wangcai, bring the sheepfold back, go home, come Qian, Wangcai, bring the sheepfold back home!"

In an instant, the barking of the dog and the frightened sound of the sheep rose and fell with each other, adding a lot of vitality to the lifeless cemetery. dare not know.

In Tunli, there are seven or eight folks gathered under the eaves behind the Laojin’s supermarket, chatting there, and there are more than a dozen people sitting or standing scattered in front of the Laowang’s small shop and at the gate of the courtyard ten meters away. , chatting and teasing the door there.

Mrs. Zhang, a neatly dressed granny, took this cardboard box of instant noodles and sat in the cool shade under the red brick gate to the west. On her left was her little sister-in-law, Aunt Jin, and opposite her was an old lady. The accountant's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Zhao Laodao's daughter-in-law nicknamed Yan Wangye, several old ladies of all sizes were chatting and laughing while playing cards. The scene was very harmonious!
At this time, the second daughter-in-law of Mrs. Jin came from the west with her seven-year-old grandson and her granddaughter who was more than a week old. Hugging the old Mrs. Jin's neck, she put her small face on it: "Too milky, I want to eat popsicles, and if it tastes too milky, I want to eat popsicles."

The old Mrs. Jin laughed and said, and took out two one-dollar bills from her pocket: "You child, you know how to spend money every day. Here, use these two dollars to buy two popsicles for your little sister to eat."

"Jin Mingxuan hasn't thanked you grandma yet." The second daughter-in-law of the Jin family, who was 1.8 meters tall, grinned loudly.

"Thank you, grandma." The little guy turned his head and ran to the store as he said.

"Auntie, your Da Liang and Wang Biao are the same age, right?" Lord Yan asked.

Old Mrs. Jin said: "Well, Da Liang is more than five months younger than Wang Biao. There are quite a few of them at the same age, Chen Peng from Big Zuizi's family, He Tianlong, Wang Hongxue, and Zhao Bingbing from Dashitou's family. They are all the same age, wait for my Jin He, Zhao Liang, Zhao Yue, they all belong to the rabbit, one year older than them."

Lord Yan raised his eyebrows after hearing this, "They are all the same age, I thought Wang Biao was younger than them, but now there are only Wang Biao, Wang Hongxue, and Zhao Yue who are not married yet. As she spoke, she said to Wang and Zhang: "Aunt Eight, your big biao son is already thirty and still hasn't found a match. Don't be in a hurry. Look at Xiao Bing Daliang, only the little Helong's family can have a second child. You can run away."

After hearing the sound, Mrs. Zhang, the grandmother Wang, reluctantly turned her eyes away from the little girl in the arms of the second daughter-in-law of Lao Jin's family, and looked at the fat and strong Lord Yan, "Why don't you worry, you are going to worry me to death , but this kid is not in a hurry, you told him too much, he turned his head and left impatiently, hey, he just listened to your eighth uncle, but your eighth uncle didn't say anything, he knew it every day Play with those sheep."

"Aunt Eight, you can't let your big biaozi stay at home anymore. What can you do if you herd sheep and farm in the countryside? Anyway, a college student is no better than any of them, so you can't do anything outside. Daughter-in-law?"

More than ten meters away, standing behind another supermarket, Jin Rongzi said to Jin Baohua's wife: "Your old lady is really blessed, she is only in her 70s, and there are only three big grandchildren, and it will take another four or five years." As soon as your Jin Lin graduates and gets married, he will have four great-great-grandchildren, much more arrogant than the old eighth wife, she is only three."

Jin Baohua's daughter-in-law squinted coldly, and looked at the old woman sitting in front of the old Wang's house with uneasy eyes, "Hmph, I'm not lucky. I will give you a few yuan if you see this in the morning, and a few yuan if you see that in the afternoon. How much."

Hearing that her tone was wrong, Jin Rongzi squinted her eyes and smiled. At this time, a few dogs barking and sheep barking came from the east. She turned her head to look, and suddenly
His eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "Hey, you said that this college student's head thinks differently. He quit his job as a BJ and ran back to herd sheep and dogs. What do you think this head thinks?"

"Hmph, does that mean he doesn't want to do it? It means he can't get along in BJ, otherwise how could he come back, silly him?"

"Isn't he coming back to write novels at home?"

"He said that you can make money by writing novels? If you make money by writing novels, why do you still live in the old brick-and-earth house with his great-grandfather and grandma? Why don't you go to the city to buy a house? Hmph, his university is It’s a waste of time, and if you don’t make it low, you can grow a field at home.” Zhang Jun, the son of the old accountant, sneered.

"Okay, stop talking, come here, let him listen again."

"What can you do? What I said is not true." Although Zhang Jun said so, he didn't continue to gossip.

Wang Biao walked directly past Jin Baolong's small supermarket with a stuffed bag of green grass on his shoulders, and walked towards his home. Kezi moved to the west, "My great-great-grandson is back, come and let the gate out."

Mrs. Jin, Mrs. Zhang, and Lord Yan stood up from the ground one after another, and walked away from the gate of the compound. After Mrs. Jin stood up, she suddenly felt stuffy in her heart and a little dizzy. sit on the floor.

"Hey, old Jin, what's the matter with you?" the eighth old lady asked.

"I'm a bit uncomfortable with my chest." Old Mrs. Jin clutched her chest with an ugly expression.

"Gui Zhi, Gui Zhi, come here and see what's wrong with your old aunt?" The eighth old lady shouted into the room after looking at the old sister.

Li Guizhi hurried out of the house upon hearing the sound, and came to the old Mrs. Jin, "Auntie, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"My chest, my chest is tight." Old Mrs. Jin was weak.

Li Guizhi flickered in his heart, this couldn't be a heart attack, could it?Thinking of this, she hastily said to Wang Biao who walked to the gate of the abandoned small courtyard of Laoliu's house in the east courtyard of her house: "Eldest son, hurry up and bring the salvia miltiorrhiza that your grandma ate to your old aunt's milk." Oh, by the way, see if your master Lao Jin is playing mahjong at Lao Jin's house, let him come over quickly."

"Oh, I see, here comes Qianer Wangcaier to drive the sheep to the backyard." Wang Biao also saw the situation of Aunt Jin, shouted, threw the straw bag on his shoulder onto the road, and turned around like Grandpa ran to the house, came to the back of Jin Baolong's small supermarket, and saw Jin Baohua's daughter-in-law holding her arms and squinting her eyes.

Wang Biao was a little confused?Although he knew that the old woman in front of him looked down on her and had always had a bad relationship with the old lady, but he never expected to be able to do this, outsiders were busy with her, and she actually watched the fun with her arms crossed, it was really a fucking thing.

After a cold glance, he looked into the room and saw Jin Baohua sitting on the mahjong table playing mahjong, "Master, master, stop playing, go to my house quickly, my old aunt's breasts I don't feel well, like I'm sick."

Hearing the sound, Jin Baohua turned his head and looked at Wang Biao, "What's wrong, what do you think is wrong with your old aunt?"

"She said her chest was stuffy, and she was a little confused. Come on, go quickly." Wang Biao finished speaking and ran to his grandfather's house. .

"Grandma, where's your heart disease medicine?"

Daiying put down the broom in his hand, "It's in the drawer in the middle of the back room, what's wrong?"

"My old aunt seems to have a heart attack." After finding the medicine, Wang Biao took the medicine bottle and ran home. When he passed Lao Jin's house, he found that Jin Baohua's daughter-in-law was still sticking to her. Pooh, It's not a fucking person.

Jin Baohua entered the room and walked to the side of the Kang, "Mom, how can Xianghu (meaning in Northeast dialect) be bad?"

The daughter-in-law of Jin Baofu, the second child, hugged the child and said, "The old lady seems to have a heart attack. Look, her complexion has changed, and her lips seem to have turned purple?"

Wang Biao rushed into the room and squeezed people away, "This is the Danshen slice that I breastfeed, give me a few pills quickly." He opened the lid and poured out a few pills and handed them to Jin Baohua.

Li Guizhi took the big cup he drank from the window sill of the kang, and helped Jin Baohua feed the medicine and water.

"Guizhi, please help me to help your old aunt go home, second sister-in-law, please call Dr. Zhang immediately." Jin Baohua helped his mother and walked home.

As soon as Mrs. Jin left, Mrs. Ba, Mrs. Zhang and a few others followed with concern in their hearts. Other people who liked to watch people also walked out of the small shop.

Jin Baozhu's daughter-in-law Gong Lixia took out her mobile phone and dialed a number: "Hey, Doctor Zhang, I am your second sister-in-law in Wangjiatun, my old lady seems to have a heart attack, and her face is pale."

"Second sister-in-law, I'll go right away."

Wang Biao did not follow. He came to the road, picked up a straw bag and walked towards the courtyard. After closing the gate, he put a bag full of grass beside Dongda Mountain, and then picked up two plastic buckets for fertilizer and carried a few barrels of water. Pour into the sink in the sheep pen.

The belly of the big ewe had been deflated, but instead, there was a snow-white lamb in the small sheep pen next to it. The old man was sitting on a small chair, wearing rubber gloves and holding toilet paper, giving The lamb wipes the amniotic fluid in its nostrils and the sticky secretion of the remaining embryo-sheep.

Four cubs are born at a time, and the big ewe can't lick them at all. If they don't wipe them, the lambs will easily suffocate to death.

"Hehe, you really got four. It's amazing. I have to reward you." Wang Biao patted the head of the big ewe who was licking the lamb, and then went to the landlord to resist the straw bag and fell to the ground. .

After the old man finished wiping, he put the lamb under the belly of the big ewe, and turned to ask Wang Biao, "Is there any noise in front?"

"It's nothing, Lao Jin and my aunt feel bad, so I asked my mother to help them go home and lie down."

"Ah? Are you okay?" The smile on the old man's face disappeared, and there was an inexplicable worry in his eyes.

Wang Biao understood his great-grandfather's mind. Elderly people of their age, the older they are, the more they fear life, and the more they cherish and miss the lives of themselves and those around them. Every time an old man in the village passes away, he and his grandma will be depressed for a few days. Here, he comforted with a smile: "It's okay, I guess it's because of high blood pressure."

"Oh, that's good, you go get the fork and throw the afterbirth up the mountain." The old man said.

"Well, I'll go after drinking the dog."

As soon as Wang Biao was discharged from the hospital, he saw Dr. Zhang, one of the village doctors, riding a motorcycle towards Jin Baohua's house.

When Jin Rongzi saw the doctor enter the hospital, he said to Jin Baohua's daughter-in-law who was standing beside him, "It seems that your old lady is very serious, why don't you go back and have a look?"

"What are you looking at? She has high blood pressure. If it's serious, she just loves blood." Baohua's daughter-in-law said nonchalantly.

Inside Jin Baohua’s house, a group of people stood by the kang, or stood in front of the window sill, watching the doctor. After a simple inspection, Doctor Zhang said, “Call the ambulance quickly. I don’t have any medicine here. My wife seems to have a heart attack."

For more than ten minutes, the ambulance's unique siren sounded from far to near, and after a while, it entered Jin Baohua's courtyard and took the old lady, her son Jin Baohua and second son Jin Baofu away, leaving more than a dozen people in Wangjiatun. Twenty villagers talking about it.

Eighty-nine minutes later, the emergency doctor on the ambulance stopped what he was doing and said to Jin Baohua: "Notify the family to prepare, the old lady is dying, let's not take it to the hospital now, it's too late, go to the hospital It can't be saved either."

No one in Wangjiatun thought that the old Mrs. Jin would disappear like this. She was sitting there playing cards, chatting and laughing, but in a blink of an eye, everyone disappeared.

Seeing the ambulance driving back again, some people were silent. At this time, Baohua's daughter-in-law, who had been stuck there, finally moved, and put on a mournful face inside and outside the humming house. I was busy with work in and out of the yard, but not a single tear flowed from my eyes.

Wang Biao, who came to Lao Jin's house to help, looked indifferently at where Baohua's daughter-in-law was performing. The attitude of Jin Baohua's daughter-in-law from the beginning to the end, and Jin Baohua's performance as a son gave him a new step in his understanding of human nature. At the same time, I feel sad and unworthy of Lao Jin's grandma. Why do you say you have been helping your old son for so many years?I cook for you, take care of the children, all the money given to you by your nephews, girls, nephews and nieces for New Year’s filial piety is given to the family, but when you come, you get the same ending, auntie, auntie, The white-eyed wolf will never be cooked enough.

　God, earth, let me also feel the pleasure and excitement from recommended tickets and collections!

　　


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