Chapter 13

Since I came to my grandma's house and accidentally discovered the pond at the entrance of the village, I sincerely liked this place. I always look for any opportunity, try my best to avoid the surveillance of my grandma and my aunt, sneak into the pond at the entrance of the village, play freely and play.

I caught fish, touched clams, and grabbed loaches. I caught dragonflies, caught butterflies in the woods beside the pond, and caught frogs. My clever uncle used sorghum poles to make small cages with exquisite shapes. At the same time, in the farm tool factory, I welded glass boxes with iron frames for me. My spoils were more and more, and soon the small cages were stuffed and filled the glass boxes.

Looking at the colorful insects in the cage and the imprisoned aquatic creatures in the glass box, I was so proud that I could not myself. My greed grew day by day, and I was fishing and catching them even more crazily.

My palms and soles of my feet have been stabbed repeatedly. The wounds bitten by blood-sucking insects on my left leg have not yet healed completely. The right shoulder has been bitten open by a small pest who cannot name it.

Little Lizi, Lizi, Lizi...

I was squatting in the pond and pulling a black loach desperately. Grandma was extremely anxious to find the edge of the pond: Xiaolizi, Xiaolizi, Xiaolizi... Grandma pulled me out of the pond angrily. Xiaolizi, why are you so disobedient? What should I do if you drown? How can I explain to your father and mother!

Amid the trivial sounds of my grandma, I held the sloping black loach in my hand, walked home reluctantly, and threw the black loach into the glass box, sat on the side of the kang, and chewed my fingers boredly

Alas, my second aunt, my aunt, and a few little girl companions were sitting around the kang, sewing small cloth pads like a game. My second sister sewed so quickly! My old sister was extremely envious of her second aunt who was threading with flying needles: I haven’t finished sewing one yet, my second sister has sewed four of them, alas...

Under the windowsill, there are neat and square small cloth pads, which are a very fast channel for local girls and wives to save private money. Whenever the farm is slack, they buy piles of rags at a very low price, and then sit cross-legged on the earthen kang. In addition to eating and sleeping, they keep sewing and repairing, and even a certain amount of money, and they form a companion to wrap their own labor fruits. They take the commuter train at the southern end of the town and send it to the steel factory to earn some meager profits

Uncle San told me that the steel factory purchased these small cloth pads to wipe the lathe. I reached out and grabbed a small cloth pad and carefully wiped my beloved glass box.

Ouch, my aunt snatched the small cloth pad in my hand with heartache. My eldest nephew, I finally sewed one, but you used it to snatch the fish tank. This is a waste, this is a rag that I bought with money!

I want it, I sat angrily between my aunt and second aunt, grabbing the rag head and touching the ball of thread. Second aunt advised softly: Big nephew, don’t make trouble, aunt sew small pads to make money, buy you delicious food! Obediently, go play by yourself

Xiaolizi, grandma who was pasting a rag head on the top of the kang, shouted: Don’t make trouble for my aunt, let my aunt work hard, come, come to my grandma, obedient, grandson!

I climbed to my grandma again, very bored, so I poked the paste basin with my fingers. My grandma hurriedly removed the paste basin. Oh, why can't this kid stay idle for a while!

Grandma, I asked in confusion: Why are you doing this thing?

Let’s fight, after drying, sell it to the shoe factory to make money, so that I can buy food for my eldest grandson. Big grandson, don’t be naughty, come and listen to grandma tell you stories! Would you like to listen?

OK, grandma, tell me!

Once upon a time! There was a mother who had three children. The eldest son called the door bolt, the second son called the dan, the third son, the mother's old son, called the sling broom dump one day...

No, no, grandma, I've heard of this!

Is that true, have you heard of it? Oh, look at my grandma's memory, good, grandma will tell you a new one today

Grandma wiped a handful of paste. Once upon a time, a girl went to the pond to wash clothes. Suddenly, a monkey sperm came. She grabbed the girl and ran away. The girl was so scared that she cried and shouted. She didn't know where the monkey sperm would take her...

Grandma, I asked blankly: Which pond did she wash clothes? Is it the pond where I caught fish?

Yes, it's that pond. I see if you still listen to grandma's words in the future, you always go down to catch fish secretly. If you are disobedient and go to the river to take a bath, the monkey spirit will catch you. Grandma gets back to the topic and continues to preach:

...The girl's mother has prepared dinner at home and is waiting for the girl who is washing clothes to come back for dinner. However, she waited on the left and did not see the girl back, and the girl still did not see the girl back the next day, but the girl still did not come back. The mother was frightened. She ran to the pond in panic. She saw the girl's unwashed clothes and washing basin by the water, but her own girl disappeared.

The mother cried, 'My child, my child, where is my child going!'

A magpies flew over and landed on the treetops by the river and said to their mother, 'Don't cry, if you want to find your daughter, come with me!'

Mom wiped away her tears and followed the magpie forward. Walk, walk, walk, walk, don't know how far she went, but she was exhausted. A cave appeared in front of her and said to her, "Your daughter is in this cave, hurry up and go find her." After that, the magpie flew away alone.

My mother was terrified into the dark cave, touching the road forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, turning a corner, and the cave suddenly brightened. Everything was clearly visible. My mother walked to the bottom of the cave. Finally, she saw her girl. She had already become a wife for the monkey spirit and gave birth to a little monkey.

Mom took her daughter's hand and said, 'Let's go home'

The girl said timidly, "Mom can't do it, you can hide it quickly. The monkey sperm will come back later. When you see you, you will eat you."

While talking, the monkey spirit had already entered the cave, and the daughter hurriedly hid her mother in her wardrobe.

The monkey got diligently into the bottom of the hole, and his nose kept smelling this and that, it was humane, and it must have been someone.

Finally, in the suitcase, the monkey spirit caught the girl's mother, 'Who are you? Why come to me? I'm going to eat you today'

The girl said hurriedly, 'You can't eat her, she is my mother'

When the monkey spirit heard this, she laughed, 'Oh, it turns out that it is the mother-in-law who is here. You are disrespectful, you don't have to be afraid. No one can eat my mother-in-law. You two are waiting, I get some food to entertain my mother-in-law who is coming from afar.' After that, the monkey spirit turned around and disappeared.

Mom is going to lead her daughter to run away, and the daughter said, "No, Mom, Monkey Sperm is sophisticated and sensible. Where can we get past him? Sooner or later, we have to get him back. The mother and the mother were thinking about how to escape. The Monkey Sperm was already carrying a basket full of vegetables back to the bottom of the hole again.

The three of them started eating. During the meal, the mother asked the monkey with concern, "My son-in-law, why are your eyes so red? This is a disease. Why don't you ask the doctor to see it?"

‘Hi,’ the monkey sperm said while gnawing on the pig’s elbow, ‘Mother-in-law, my red eye disease is an old problem for many years. I have been looking for doctors to see it, but I can’t see it anyway. There is no way to go’

Mom said, 'I have a secret recipe from my family that can cure your red eye disease'

When the monkey spirit heard this, he became happy, 'Mother-in-law, please show it to me'

Mom said, 'After the meal, you go out to buy two kilograms of flour. Once you make the wallpaper, I will cure your eye disease.' Monkey spirit was so happy that he threw down his unfinished pork elbow and ran out of the cave to buy flour and wallpaper.

Mom boiled the flour bought by the monkey essence into a paste, and then led the monkey essence to the entrance of the cave to face the sun. Mom stuck one piece of wallpaper after another on the monkey essence's eyes. After sticking it, tell him that you must not move the wallpaper before it was dried, otherwise you will lose the medicinal power and cannot cure your eye disease.

Monkey spirit stood at the entrance of the cave with the scorching sun on his eyes and mother pulled her daughter, threw the little monkey and sneaked out of the cave and ran to her home.

The monkey semen was so uncomfortable that they were sunburned. 'Mother-in-law, it's dried, mother-in-law, it's already dried. There is no other mother-in-law? Only his monkey cried in the hole and shouted to mother. Monkey semen could no longer wait. He tore off the wallpaper that was stuck on his eyes in a few seconds. When he went into the bottom of the hole, he knew that he had fallen into the trap of his mother-in-law. It carried the monkey cub and chased them desperately!

Chasing after it! I asked

No, but, the monkey spirit found the girl's home. The girl locked the door tightly to prevent it from entering the house. The monkey spirit came with the monkey cub every day. As soon as he came, he sat on the stove and spoke sweetly and persuaded the girl to come out and live with it.

The girl's mother was so angry. If this continues, she had a plan. Early the next morning, she and her daughter prepared enough firewood. Before the monkey semen came, they burned the stove hot. How could the monkey semen know? The monkey cub was humming again. As soon as they entered the door, the two men sat on the stove. Oops, the two monkeys were so hot that they jumped up. They spread their legs and ran out. They would never dare to come to the girl's house again. From then on, the monkey's butts turned red!

Hahaha, it’s so fun, I’ll talk about one more, and I’ll talk about one more!

Oh, grandson, it’s noon, grandma should cook, I’ll tell you later!

Alas, it's boring! I crawled to the side in disappointment and flipped through the little man book that had already flew around. Ha, grandma, this Japanese devil picked up landmines, but he didn't pick up landmines, but he picked up a stinky shit. Ha, it's so fun, it's so fun!

Hehe, the grandmother squatting in front of the stove unconsciously cursed: I deserve it, I deserve it, the Japanese devils, the most fucking bad!

Grandma, I put down the worn, scattered villain book, Grandma, Japanese devils, are they really bad?

Humph, there is nothing worse than the Japanese. It's so bad that it's so bleeding from above and water flowing under it. When it comes to the Japanese devils, grandma has an inexplicable anger from somewhere. She waved the fire stick in her hand fiercely. If they still come now, my old lady will have to compete with them for the eldest grandson even if she takes the fire stick. You don't know, if the Japanese don't leave for another two years, all the Chinese will have to let them die. Your third uncle is sick. I carried him to the city for medical treatment. I don't know what happened. I walked into the foreign street in a confused way.

Yang Street, grandma, what is Yang Street?

Oh, it's the street where the Japanese live. We Chinese are not allowed to go in. Grandma is not able to read. I don't know, so I walked in. The beautifully dressed Japanese women on the street were holding brooms in their hands and chasing me. I was young at that time, and I ran fast and got less brooms.

The Japanese are the most hateful. They grow big cigarettes, but they don’t smoke them themselves. They are specialized in smoking for Chinese people. Chinese people have no real prospects. They smoke big cigarettes when they have money, and they send all the money to others.

In the past, there was a big landlord named Liu Ba in our Liu Hao. The good and fat land in the whole house were almost all of his Liu Ba family. After smoking big cigarettes, they became more and more addicted to smoking. After smoking all the land, they smoked all over the place. Later, the Japanese asked him to smoke for free, and gave him as much as he could. When he was to death, he had to give them the corpse. I heard that the people who smoked big cigarettes could be used as medicine after they died.

Grandma, have you smoked smokers? Is it easy to smoke?

After smoking, one year I didn't know what disease I had, but it was not good at seeing it. I was about to die. Your grandfather bought me a few big smoke cannons for me to smoke and try. I smoked all these big smoke cannons. It's really awesome. After the illness was cured, the big smoke was really great. After smoking the big smoke, I walked like wind under my feet. I don't know where the power came from.

Can you suck it later?

Oh my god, kid, who can afford to smoke? I have to smoke all the money. A cigarette cannon is worth a stone of sorghum. I have to eat good cigarettes. I can't take off my shit. Who can afford to eat coarse grains. I have cut big fireworks for the Japanese. When I came out, I had to take off all my clothes for checkups. I was afraid of stealing their big cigarettes.

Grandma, why did Japan run away? Why didn’t he stay in China?

What makes people beat him away?

Who told him to run away?

Everyone has it, they all hit them. They are not things. At that time, there were many planes in the sky, buzzing all day long and throwing bombs into the city. You can see it at night. The planes that you can't count are fighting in the sky.

Your aunt was so scared that she cried. We didn't dare to sleep all day long, for fear that the plane would fall and smash us to death

The Japanese lit stinky paint on the road, and black smoke came out to cover the factories and mines, so that the planes in the sky could not see clearly on the ground. The Japanese planes could not beat the American planes. The American planes could go big.

Once, the Japanese used their small plane to knock down an American big plane. The black smoke came from behind the plane and flew over the roof of our house. Even the treetops were scraped. The pilots on the plane could see clearly, just like driving a car, and they were holding something like a steering wheel in their hands and twisting back and forth.

While telling, grandma was ridiculously imitating the pilot's appearance of flying a plane:

Americans are really good. They didn't let the plane fall into the fort. If the plane falls into our fort, it would be fine. I don't know how many people will die. How many houses will be burned? Later, it fell into the ground. I heard a rumbling sound, which made everyone who fooled the house and fooled them all ran to see. Your father and I also went to join in the fun. Your father also picked up many mother-child shells, which were as long as chopsticks. They were all copper. There was also a burned person in the plane, with his arms and legs shrunk.

As he was talking, grandma actually learned the pitiful look of the burned pilot:

Not long after, the Japanese drove the car. They raised the plane around them and no longer allowed people to get close to them. Everyone was not allowed to pick their mother shells. After a few days, they pulled the plane into the city for exhibitions. They said that the Japanese Air Force had captured the best and largest plane in the United States. It seemed to be something, what B29, Humph, that was not what they shot, it was hit. Everyone in our fort knows this.

Where are the people flying the plane?

They jumped, and several people in the sky were pulling something like a balloon and falling down little by little. The Japanese caught them all, and they didn't run away. Where could they run? Those Americans are much better than the Chinese. The Japanese didn't say anything. In the end, they all went on a hunger strike and starved to death.

Anyone is better than Chinese? I doubt my grandma's words

They are all better than the Chinese, and they are lazy. As long as you walk in the field, the same rice planted is all rice. You can tell at a glance which piece is Chinese, which piece is Japanese, and which piece is Korean. The rice planted by the Chinese must not be as careful as the Japanese and Koreans. It is meticulous. Oops, okay, okay, the meal is good, chrysanthemum, put the table and eat...