The Complete Works of Lu Xun's Novels

Chapter 3

Suddenly a man came; he was only about twenty years old, his appearance was not very clear, he was smiling, and nodded to me, his smile didn't look like a real smile.I asked him, "It's about cannibalism, right?" He still smiled and said, "It's not a famine year, how could he eat people." A hundred times, I want to ask him.

"Right?"

"What's the matter with asking him. You can really... tell a joke. . . . It's a fine day today."

The weather is fine and the moon is bright.But I want to ask you, "Is that right?"

He dismissed it.He answered with a smile, "No..."

wrong?Why did they eat it? ! "

"Nothing..."

"Is there anything you don't have? Langzi Village eats it now; and it's written in the book, it's red and new!"

Then his face changed, it was as green as iron.He opened his eyes and said, "Yes, yes, this has always been like this..."

"It's always been like this, right?"

"I don't want you to talk about these reasons; in short, you shouldn't say it, and you are wrong if you say it!"

I jumped up, opened my eyes, and the man was gone.There was a lot of sweat all over the body.He is much younger than my elder brother, yet he is also in the same group; this must have been taught by his mother and father first.I was afraid that I had already taught it to his son; so even the children looked at me viciously.

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I want to eat people, but I am afraid of being eaten by others, so I look at each other with extremely suspicious eyes. ...

Get rid of this thought, feel at ease to do things, walk, eat and sleep, how comfortable.This is just a threshold, a juncture.They are father, son, brother, husband, wife, friend, teacher, student, enemy, and people who don't know each other. They all form a group, encourage each other, hold each other back, and refuse to cross this step even if they die.

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Early in the morning, I went to look for my elder brother; he stood outside the hall door looking at the sky, so I walked behind him, blocked the door, and said to him very quietly and kindly,

"Brother, I have something to tell you."

"That's what you said," he quickly turned around and nodded.

"I only have a few words, but I can't utter them. Brother, probably the savages used to eat a little bit of people. Later, because of different thoughts, some stopped eating people. They just wanted to be good, so they changed their people, changed their true nature." People. Some still eat them, just like worms. Some have changed into fish, birds, monkeys, and finally humans. Some are not good, and they are still worms. How can people who eat people compare to people who don’t eat people? Ashamed. I am afraid that it is far, far worse than the ashamed monkey of a bug.

"Yi Ya steamed his son and gave it to Jie and Zhou to eat. It's a long time ago. Who knows that since Pangu opened up the world, Yi Ya's son has been eaten; from Yi Ya's son, it has been eaten to Xu Xilin; from Xu Xilin, They continued to eat people caught in Langzi Village. Last year, prisoners were killed in the city, and there was a man with tuberculosis who dipped steamed buns in blood and licked them.

"They want to eat me. You can't think about it by yourself; but why join a group. People who eat people can't do anything; they will eat me and you, and in a group, they will also eat themselves." Eat. But as long as one step is changed, as long as it is changed immediately, everyone will be at peace. Even though it has always been like this, we can be extraordinarily good today, saying that it is impossible! Brother, I believe you can say that the tenants wanted to reduce the rent the day before yesterday, you said cannot."

At first, he just sneered, but then his eyes turned fierce, and when he told their secret, his face turned blue.There was a group of people standing outside the gate, and Zhao Guiweng and his dog were also inside, all poking their heads in.Some of them couldn't see their faces, as if they were covered with cloth; some still had green faces and fangs, and smiled with their mouths pursed.I knew them as a gang, all cannibals.But I also know that their minds are very different. One kind thinks it has always been like this and should eat it; He pursed his lips and sneered.

At this time, the eldest brother also suddenly showed a fierce look, and shouted loudly,

"Get out! What's so good about a lunatic!"

At this time, I learned another trick of theirs.Not only do they refuse to change, but they have already arranged it; preparing to cover me with the name of the next lunatic.If you eat it in the future, not only will there be nothing wrong with it, but I'm afraid someone will see it.This is exactly the way the tenants said that everyone ate a wicked person.This is their old score!

Chen Laowu also walked in angrily.How can I hold my mouth, I want to say to this group of people,

"You can change it, start from the heart! You must know that in the future, people who eat people will not be tolerated in this world.

"If you don't change, you will eat them all yourself. Even if there are many more, real people will kill them, just like a hunter after killing wolves!—like worms!"

That group of people were all driven away by Old Wu Chen.The eldest brother didn't know where he went.Chen Laowu advised me to go back to the house.It was dark inside the house.The beams and rafters trembled overhead; after a while, they grew and piled upon me.

It was so heavy that I couldn't move; he meant to kill me.I knew his heaviness was fake, so I struggled out, sweating all over.But I have to say,

"You change it immediately, start from the heart! You must know that in the future, people who eat people will not be tolerated..."

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The sun does not come out, the door does not open, and there are two meals a day.

I picked up the chopsticks and thought of my elder brother; I knew that the reason for my sister's death was all because of him.At that time, my sister was only five years old, and she still had a lovely and pitiful appearance before my eyes.His mother couldn't stop crying, but he persuaded her not to cry; probably because he ate it, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for crying.If you can still feel sorry,...

The younger sister was eaten by the elder brother, whether the mother knew or not, I don't know.

Mother wanted to know, but when she cried, she didn't explain it, so she probably thought it was right.I remember when I was four or five years old, sitting in front of the hall to enjoy the shade, my elder brother said that my parents were sick, and a son must cut off a piece of meat, cook it and treat him to eat, so that he would be considered a good person; my mother didn't say no.If you can eat one piece, you can eat the whole thing naturally.But the way I cried that day, when I think about it now, it still makes me sad. This is really amazing!

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Can't think about it.

For 4000 years, it has been eating people. I just realized today that I have been in it for many years. The elder brother is in charge of the housework, and the younger sister is dead. He may not be at odds with the meals and secretly feeds us.

I may not have ate a few slices of my sister's meat unintentionally, and now it's my turn...

With 4000 years of cannibalism experience, although I didn't know it at the beginning, now I understand that it's hard to see real people!

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Children who have never eaten people, or there are?
Save the child...

April [-].

This article was originally published in the fifth issue of the fourth volume of "New Youth" in May [-].The author used the pseudonym "Lu Xun" for the first time.

Kong Yiji

The layout of the hotels in Luzhen is different from other places: there is a large curved counter in the street, and hot water is prepared in the cabinet, which can warm wine at any time.Workers, when they leave work in the afternoon and evening, often spend four copper coins for a bowl of wine—this happened more than 20 years ago, and now each bowl costs ten yuan——stand outside the cabinet, hot Drink it hot and rest; if you are willing to spend an extra penny, you can buy a plate of boiled bamboo shoots with salt, or fennel beans, as an accompaniment to wine. It's a short jacket, probably not so rich.Only those in long gowns walked into the room next door to the shop, asked for wine and food, and sat down and drank slowly.

Since I was 12 years old, I have been working as a waiter in the Xianheng Hotel in Zhenkou. The shopkeeper said that I looked too stupid, and I was afraid that I would not be able to serve the customers in long gowns, so I should do something outside.Although the customers in short coats outside were easy to talk to, there were quite a few who would babble.They often have to watch the rice wine being scooped out of the jar with their own eyes, see if there is water in the bottom of the pot, and then put the pot in hot water with their own eyes, and then rest assured: under such strict supervision, it is also very difficult to get water.So after a few days, the shopkeeper said again that I couldn't do it.Fortunately, the person who recommended me was very kind, so I couldn't dismiss him, so I was transferred to a boring job of warming wine.

From then on, I stood at the counter all day, taking care of my duties.Although there is no dereliction of duty, it always feels a little monotonous and a little boring.The shopkeeper has a fierce face, and the customers don't have a good voice, which makes people not lively; only Kong Yiji can laugh a few times when he comes to the store, so I still remember it to this day.

Kong Yiji was the only one who was drinking while standing and wearing a long gown.He is tall and tall; his face is blue and white, and there are often scars between the wrinkles; he has a shaggy gray beard.Although he was wearing a long gown, it was dirty and torn, and it seemed that it hadn't been mended or washed for more than ten years.When he talks to people, he always speaks a lot of words, making people half-understand.Because his surname was Kong, others gave him a nickname, Kong Yiji, from the half-understandable words on the tracing paper, "Kong Yiji, Master Kong Yiji".As soon as Kong Yiji arrived at the store, all the drinkers looked at him and smiled, and some shouted, "Kong Yiji, you have a new scar on your face!" He didn't answer, but said to the cabinet, "Warm two bowls of wine." , I want a plate of fennel beans." Then he paid nine cents.They loudly yelled again on purpose, "You must have stolen something from someone else again!" Kong Yiji opened his eyes wide and said, "Why do you insult people's innocence out of thin air..." "What innocence? I saw you steal it with my own eyes the day before yesterday." The books of the He family are hung up and beaten." Kong Yiji blushed, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out, and argued, "Stealing books can't be considered stealing... stealing books!... things about scholars can be counted as stealing. What?" A series of incomprehensible words, such as "gentlemen are poor"①, "Zhehu", etc., caused everyone to burst into laughter: the inside and outside of the store are full of happy atmosphere.

I heard people talk about it behind their backs, that Kong Yiji had also studied in the past, but in the end he didn't go to school and couldn't make a living; so he became poorer and poorer, until he was about to beg for food.Fortunately, I wrote a good handwriting, so I copied the books for others in exchange for a bowl of rice.It's a pity that he has another bad temper, that is, he eats too much and is lazy.After sitting for a few days, people, books, paper, pens and inkstones all disappeared.This happened several times, and there were no people who asked him to call the book.Kong Yiji couldn't do anything, so he couldn't help stealing occasionally.But in our store, his conduct is better than others, but he never defaults; although he has no cash at times, it is temporarily recorded on the powder board, but within a month, he will definitely pay it off, and wipe Kong Yiji from the powder board. name.

After drinking half a bowl of wine, Kong Yiji's flushed face gradually returned to normal, and others asked again, "Kong Yiji, do you really know how to read?" Kong Yiji looked at the person who asked him, showing a look of contempt.They went on to say, "Why can't you even get half a scholar?" Kong Yiji immediately showed a depressed and restless look, his face was covered with gray, and he said something; And so on, some don't understand.At this time, everyone also burst into laughter: the inside and outside of the store are full of happy atmosphere.

At these times, I can chime in and laugh, and the shopkeeper will never blame me.Moreover, when the shopkeeper met Kong Yiji, he often asked him this question, which made people laugh.Kong Yiji himself knew that he could not talk to them, so he had no choice but to talk to the children.Once he said to me, "Have you ever read a book?" I nodded slightly.He said, "I have read the book... I will test you. How do you write the word fennel in fennel beans?" I thought, is a person who is the same as a beggar worthy of me?Then he turned his face away and ignored it.Kong Yiji waited for a long time, and said earnestly, "Can't you write it?... I will teach you, remember! These words should be memorized. When you become a shopkeeper in the future, you will need to write accounts." I thought to myself and the shopkeeper. The grade is still far away, and our shopkeeper never put fennel beans in the account; it was funny and impatient, and he replied lazily, "Who wants you to teach, isn't it a back and forth word under Caotou? Kong Yiji looked very happy, tapped the long nails of two fingers on the counter, nodded and said, "That's right! There are four ways to write Huizi, do you know?" I became more and more impatient. , pouted and walked away.Kong Yiji had just dipped his fingernails in the wine and wanted to write on the cabinet, but seeing that I was not enthusiastic, he sighed again, showing great regret.

A few times, the neighbor's children heard the laughter and joined in the fun, surrounding Kong Yiji.He gave them fennel beans to eat, one for each of them.After eating the beans, the child still lingered, his eyes on the plate.Kong Yiji panicked, stretched out his five fingers to cover the plate, bent down and said, "Not much, I don't have much." He straightened up and looked at Dou again, then shook his head and said, "Not much, not much! Huzai? Not much.” So the group of children scattered amidst laughter.

Kong Yiji is so happy, but without him, others would have lived like this.

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the shopkeeper was slowly paying the bill, took off the powder board, and suddenly said, "Kong Yiji hasn't been here for a long time. He still owes nineteen dollars!" I also felt that he was indeed Haven't been here for a long time.A drinker said, "Why did he come?...he broke his leg." The shopkeeper said, "Oh!" Did you steal anything from his house?” “What happened next?” “How was it? First, I wrote a letter of convincing argument, and then I beat him. I beat him for most of the night, and then I broke my leg.” “What happened after that?” Later, the leg was discounted." "What about the discount?" "How?... Who knows? Maybe he died." The shopkeeper didn't ask any more questions, and continued to settle his account slowly.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind is cooler day by day, and it is almost the beginning of winter; I have to put on a cotton-padded jacket because I live by the fire all day.The second half of the day, I was sitting with my eyes closed, without a single customer.Suddenly I heard a voice, "Warm a bowl of wine." Although the voice was extremely low, it was very familiar.When I looked at it, there was no one at all.Standing up and looking out, Kong Yiji was sitting under the counter opposite the threshold.His face was dark and thin, and he was out of shape; he was wearing a ragged jacket, with his legs crossed, and a cattail bag under it, which was hung on his shoulders with a straw rope; when he saw me, he said, "Warm a bowl of wine. The shopkeeper also stretched out his head, and said, "Kong Yiji? You still owe nineteen dollars!" Kong Yiji looked up dejectedly and replied, "This...just pay it off next time. This time it's cash money. The wine is better." The shopkeeper was still the same as usual, and said to him with a smile, "Kong Yiji, you stole again!" But this time he was not very discerning, and just said "Don't make fun of it!" If you don’t steal, how can you break your leg?” Kong Yiji said in a low voice, “Break, fall, fall...” His eyes were like begging the shopkeeper not to mention it again.At this time, several people had already gathered, so he and the shopkeeper laughed.I warmed the wine, took it out, and put it on the threshold.He took out four cents of money from his tattered pocket and put it in my hand. Seeing that his hands were covered with mud, it turned out that he walked with these hands.After a while, after drinking, he sat down and walked slowly with this hand amidst the laughter of others.

Since then, I haven't seen Kong Yiji for a long time.At the end of the year, the shopkeeper took down the powder board and said, "Kong Yiji still owes nineteen dollars!" At the Dragon Boat Festival of the next year, he said, "Kong Yiji still owes nineteen dollars!" I didn't see him until the end of the year.

I haven’t seen him until now—perhaps Kong Yiji is indeed dead.

March [-].

medicine

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In the second half of the night in autumn, the moon has gone down, the sun has not yet risen, and there is only a dark blue sky; everything is asleep except for nocturnal things.Hua Laoshuan suddenly sat up, struck a match, and lit the greasy lamp, and the two rooms in the teahouse were filled with bluish-white light.

"Xiao Shuan's father, are you going?" It was an old woman's voice.In the small room inside, there was also a cough.

"Hmm." Old Shuan listened, responded, buttoned up his clothes, stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

Aunt Hua dug under the pillow for a long time, took out a bag of foreign money, and handed it to Old Shuan, who took it, put it in his pocket tremblingly, and pressed it twice outside; then he lit the lantern, blew out the lamp, Went to the inner room.There was a rustling sound in the room, followed by a cough.Waiting for him to calm down, Old Shuan called out in a low voice, "Xiao Shuan...don't get up....Do you want to shop? Your mother will arrange it."

Old Chuan heard his son stop talking, expecting him to sleep peacefully; then he went out and walked to the street.There is nothing on the street, except for a gray road, which is clearly visible.The light shone on his feet, walking forward and backward.Sometimes I met a few dogs, but none of them barked.The weather was much colder than in the house; but Old Shuan felt refreshed, as if once he became a young man, he would gain supernatural powers and have the ability to give life, and his strides were extraordinarily high.Moreover, the road became clearer and clearer, and the sky became brighter and brighter.

Lao Shuan was concentrating on walking when he was suddenly taken aback when he saw a T-shaped street in the distance, which clearly lay horizontally.He took a few steps back, found a closed shop, slumped under the eaves, and stood by the door.After a while, I felt a little cold.

"Hmph, old man."

"I'm glad..."

Lao Shuan was startled again, when he opened his eyes to see, several people passed in front of him.One looked back at him, his appearance was not very clear, but it was like a hungry person seeing food, with a kind of grabbing light in his eyes.Lao Shuan looked at the lantern, it was already extinguished.Pressing the pocket, the hardness is still there.Looking up and looking around, I saw many weird people wandering there like ghosts in twos and threes; when I looked closely, I couldn't see anything strange.

Not long after, I saw a few more soldiers walking around; the big white circles on the front and back of the clothes could be clearly seen from a distance, and those who passed in front of them could also see the dark red border on the livery. ——There was a sound of footsteps, and in the blink of an eye, a large group of people had already been surrounded.The people in twos and threes also suddenly joined together and moved forward like a tide; when they reached the intersection of the T-shaped street, they suddenly stopped and clustered into a semicircle.

Lao Shuan also looked over there, but he could only see the backs of a group of people; their necks were all stretched out, like many ducks, held by invisible hands and lifted upwards.After a while of silence, there seemed to be some noise, then they started to shake again, and with a bang, they all backed away; they scattered all the way to the place where Old Shuan was standing, almost knocking him down.

"Hey! Pay with one hand, and deliver with one hand!" A man all in black stood in front of Lao Shuan, his eyes were like two knives, and the stabbing made Lao Shuan shrink in half.The man had one big hand spread out towards him; in the other hand, he was pinching a bright red steamed bun, which was still dripping down little by little.

Lao Chuan fumbled out the foreign money in a hurry, and tremblingly wanted to hand it over to him, but he didn't dare to pick up his things.The man became anxious and shouted, "What are you afraid of? Why don't you take it!" Old Chuan was still hesitating; the black man snatched the lantern, tore off the paper cover, wrapped the steamed buns, and stuffed them with Old Chuan; Grabbed the foreign money, squeezed it, turned around and left.He hummed, "This old thing..."

"Who is this for?" Lao Shuan also seemed to hear someone asking him, but he didn't agree; his energy was only on a bag, as if he was holding a ten-generation baby, and other things , have been neglected.Now he wants to transplant the new life in this bag into his family and reap a lot of happiness.The sun also came out; in front of him, there was a road leading to his house, and the four dim gold characters "Gu Tingkou" on the broken plaque on the T-shaped street were also seen behind.

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