Chapter 33

A person is inherently mortal, and either dies on the bed, or flings to the street, or flings to the street and dies on the bed.

People are afraid of death, so involuntary deaths are mostly rumored and frightened the village.The village officer is fond of gambling, the daughter-in-law is so angry that she hangs herself, her tongue sticks out all the time, and the officer dare not return to her job.Half a year later, the brave village accountant accompanied him back to the house to sleep. In the middle of the night, the accountant was woken up by the creaking sound of the beams, and saw a pair of little feet stepping on the quilt he had covered in the moonlight.There are many stories like this when I was a child. Once a woman leaves with resentment, she will desperately pester her. Chinese people are far more afraid of female ghosts than male ghosts, which shows that Chinese men have a guilty conscience.

When I was about seven years old, a homicide occurred in the credit union in the village.A gangster climbed over the wall at night, stabbed the sleeping female attendant ten times and then escaped into the vault. The female attendant crawled ten meters soaked in blood and knocked on the door. The old security guard came out with a shotgun and stood leaning against the vault door in the dark. When the door rang, Lao Shuan slammed the button in anger, and died inside the door.Afterwards, a group of leaders in the county sent the female watchman to be buried and rewarded her family members with tens of thousands of yuan, but Lao Shuan didn't dare to take the money.Laoshuan's son is my junior high school classmate, tall and handsome, just like Takeshi Kaneshiro, I asked, "Where's your gun?"

There are rioters in poor villages, and the hometown 20 years ago was a standard Chinese barbarian village. Physical conflicts emerged endlessly, and they fought to the death for inheritance, real estate, and land.Two men from the neighboring village competed for a few square meters of land. More than a dozen people were dispatched from both sides. One of them was stabbed in the thigh with a knife and injured the aorta.In traditional Chinese culture, the dead are the most important, but before the lawsuit is over and the breath has not yet come out, the living will not let the dead rest in peace. The mummy was finally carried into the coffin with hands.

Because of the construction of reservoirs, thermal power plants, and waterworks, the water mains were cut off, and there were only two suicide methods left for women in the village: hanging and drinking dichlorvos.Dichlorvos is originally an obscure pesticide with no desire or desire, but it has been famous in China for decades because it has taken away too many wronged souls.After death, there is only ugliness. Even if it is a woman, with a blue face, staring eyes, tongue sticking out, or because of drinking dichlorvos, her face is as purple and black as an eggplant.

When I was young, the most talked about was the bombing in the village. A man was forced to divorce by his wife’s family, so he made a bag of explosives out of chemical fertilizer and put it behind the wall of his father’s house at night.The mother-in-law dreamed of her eldest daughter who had been dead for many years in the middle of the night. The eldest daughter stood in front of the bed and tore off the quilt to tell her to go quickly. When she woke up, she found that the quilt had fallen on the floor. She picked it up and went back to sleep. she go.She got angry, quarreled with her eldest daughter, and shouted: "Damn girl, hurry up and leave, you won't let the family rest after so many years." When she woke up, the more she thought about it, the more angry she was, and she picked up the bottle that the eldest daughter had used before she died. The mirror, walked quickly to the outside yard and broke it, the mirror fell to the ground, and with a bang, half of the house behind it collapsed.

Of course, in the Central Plains where bombings occurred frequently back then, this was nothing more than an insignificant fireworks. The lunatics only targeted the crowded employee flats, and innocent Chinese people went to heaven in their sleep.I have always disliked buildings. Apart from the serious countryman complex of "a home is a home", safety is an important factor.At first I was afraid of an earthquake, and I had personally experienced an earthquake, so I called all the people in the dormitory to run into the yard without wearing any pants.Second, most of the current commercial houses are cutting corners and materials, and they cannot withstand heavy blows. Let alone an earthquake, throwing a bag of chemical fertilizers on it can make it fall down.Three, in the past 30 years in our country, science is more important than literature. Too many people have mastered the technique of volatile fertilizers. Their wives ran away with others to buy fertilizers; their jobs were squeezed out and they went to buy fertilizers; Go buy fertilizer; they hate the second floor, and people on the fifth floor have to eat fertilizer too.

After growing up, my hometown became civilized, which is really thanks to the party's policies.Once farmers who don’t have to go to other places to work have money, they will no longer easily argue over trivial matters, and there will be fewer and fewer criminal cases. In their words, I can’t afford it. I was beaten, hospitalized, and hurt; It hurts even more to steal money.After getting rich, women also gradually have a heart. If the husband has someone outside, she will file for divorce. At that time, half of the real estate and money will be taken away, enough to live on her own.A family of young and old was bullied and squeezed out, so they couldn't hold their breath, so they filed a lawsuit. If they couldn't win the lawsuit, they sold their property and moved the family to live in the city.

The stars in the sky were unknown for many months, the money in the city was in chaos, and the countryside gradually became harmonious, but the city ten miles away began to be in panic all day long, especially in the industrial zone in the eastern suburbs of Niucheng.The industrial area that stretches for more than ten miles is the largest wood and board base in Asia. It supports farmers with a radius of hundreds of miles and migrant workers from the south. Young people who drop out of school come here to eat, stay and work. This kind of place was once the most chaotic place in Niucheng, and people died almost every year.

The most fatal cases in industrial areas are car accidents.Dozens of people were killed at the intersection of National Highway 107 south of Wangjia Town because there was no traffic post.As dusk fell, overloaded carts whizzed by, hit and flew women riding off from get off work at the sheet metal factory, and then sped away.There is no trace of the perpetrator, and the traffic bureau can only file a record. The family members of the deceased generally adopt a method. The village party secretary takes the lead. A dozen people carry the coffin and put it on the side of the road. They stop the car one by one and ask for money. Light up a cigarette and say, "Look, this family is very difficult. The old man is here, and the children are still in school." The driver gives fifty, no; one hundred, let go.In a few days, it would cost one hundred and eighty thousand. The traffic police showed up and told him to stop.

Ten years ago, this murderous intersection was finally evil to the extreme. A female teacher led 11 elementary school students to line up and pass by the side of the road. When a sharp-turning truck approached, Newton pushed down piles of steel bars on the truck, instantly burying seven of them. Children, the female teacher struggled to push away several dolls and was crushed to death by a steel rod. This is the "9" catastrophic traffic accident in Niucheng.After the incident, the angry people were furious and gathered beside the national road to condemn. Finally, the local government compensated the dead and injured some money and awarded the female teacher the title of hero.

My mother and her workers worked in the industrial area for 15 years. She said that people never cross that intersection again. It is not because they are afraid of vehicles, but because they are afraid of darkness. The dim lampshade let out a weeping sound.

In the most famous murder case in the industrial zone, the deceased was a teenage boy in Beihe County who was beaten to death by the factory manager for asking for wages.The director of the factory is a local tyrant with money and a backer, so the case was settled that year.In the village of the deceased, there was an official from the Central Committee of Beijing who was returning home to visit relatives. He was stopped in a sedan chair and called out for injustice. This news?" The chief asked the secretary to dial the phone number of the local official, who was out of his wits and killed the bully factory manager that month, and mobilized all TV stations and newspapers to report the matter on the front page to sue Tianwei.

As a post-80s generation, my feelings towards my hometown have always been complicated.On the one hand, I hate old-time country.As the saying goes: "People are poor and short-sighted." People who have been poor for several lifetimes have already lost their good hearts. Old and young are just living for food and have no spiritual civilization to speak of.Floating in my life are hopeless small peasant consciousness, absurd feudal superstition, endless physical violence and messy adultery; Farmers in several counties and cities on the outskirts of the city have become richer, and the farmers who have become rich have also begun to learn to be civilized like urbanites, but behind this "quick" civilization are dry rivers, dirty air, and barren Fields and some tainted souls.

When I was in junior high school, an uncle surnamed Guo lived in the village. He was born in Dong County, ten miles east of Niucheng. He lost his parents when he was young.After he was released from prison, his hometown was not suitable for living, so he moved to our village with his wife and children.I remember the appearance of this uncle. He was fifteen or sixteen years older than me, skinny and curly.There are different opinions about his deeds. Some people say that he picked the hamstrings of a hooligan in Dongxian County. Some people say that he hung handcuffs on the gate of the Public Security Bureau to demonstrate after a prison escape. Some people say that he was used by several enemies with a rope at a temple fair. Paraded around on the back of a tractor, but what people talk about most is his ability at the gambling table.

At that time, most of the first batch of merchants who got rich in the Niucheng Industrial Zone were not educated, and entertainment in their spare time was nothing more than drinking, gambling, and sex, which provided opportunities for many social idlers to make money.Uncle Guo is an expert among them. He is very talented and proficient in more than ten thousand arts [?Qianshu refers to the tricks used by gambling cheats on the gaming table.

], wandering around the city and the countryside all the year round, specializing in defrauding local tyrants of their money and their women. It is said that he has had three wives successively, two of which were won at the gambling table.

When I was in high school, Uncle Guo’s career reached its peak. It is said that the money he obtained by means of extortion has exceeded one million. But at the same time, he was chased by the police and “harassed” by his enemies. The child, left the residence without a word, and started a wandering life again.Two years later, the village chief received a call from the city police asking him to identify Uncle Guo's body.This guy suddenly appeared on the national highway near the industrial area on the night of New Year's Eve, fought with several enemies who were ambushing here with a knife, and finally fell to the ground clutching his stomach in front of the flashing police lights.

Uncle Guo's life condensed the essence of dark human nature, and also achieved the swan song of urban and rural hooligans.He is not a hero, he is just a deformed "wonderful flower" that has grown in the alternation of old and new times. In the words of my uncle: "Even if such a person makes a fortune, it will not last long. If others don't kill him, the sky will also kill him." Kill him." In a sense, Uncle Guo's death also represents the end of an old culture. With the rise of new policies, new markets, and new people, the chaotic industrial areas in the early years have long since ceased to exist. The base is gradually withering, and replaced by various high-tech factories and high-speed railways. People have found the direction of survival in the criss-crossing current and digital life, and everything has returned to plainness, mediocrity and plainness.

wall gap, woman, thigh,

I can't find a more beautiful figure of speech in my life.

(End of this chapter)

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