Chapter 6: Radishes at the Night Market

The old sow raised by Liu You's wife finally gave birth. The monkey and the pig are a perfect match, and the old sow gave birth to twelve piglets, two more than expected. Unfortunately, the next day, two boars trampled one of them to death. Liu You's wife was furious and beat the two boars with a stick, making them scream. She sighed and said, "Fathers are not as caring as mothers about their children." So she sold the two incompetent fathers of the piglets! In broad daylight, Li Dafa heard the screams of Liu You's boar. At night, Liu You's wife heard Li Dafa's screams again with her bat ears. Du Lengding finished the beating quickly, and the pain was like a wildfire. He wanted to hit the wall, but he didn't have the strength to stand up. He still asked his eldest and second sisters to wash his face every morning so that when people came to see him, he would still have a sense of respectability. However, fewer and fewer people came to see him. His eldest nephew returned empty-handed from the county hospital, as Du Leng Ding was no longer available. The hospital recently had a new director, and one of the new director's three priorities was to create a provincial civilized hospital. So all aspects were being rectified, and in Li Dafa's hospitalization record, data from ten years ago was actually found, showing that he had been prescribed Du Leng Ding.

The eldest nephew said: "You were hospitalized in the county hospital before? How come I didn't know that? And you were prescribed Du Leng Ding, did you use it yourself? The hospital suspected that you were a drug addict and would not prescribe it. The last certificates are useless, I will think of a way to see."

The story is like a bucket that suddenly got off the rope and fell to the bottom of a well, and did not sink to the bottom. Now, Li Dafa has no energy or ability to salvage the bucket and show it to his eldest nephew. However, in the pain of losing Du Leng Ding, his memory is the rope, floating back and forth to find the bucket.

On a foggy morning ten years ago, a woman was carried down from the hospital ambulance. The woman lying on the stretcher looked skinny, like an undeveloped child.

The woman lay straight on the bed, unable to move.

Her spine was broken.

On that foggy morning, a three-wheeled go-go car bounced for a while and a thick black smoke came out of its butt. The smoke was entangled in the fog and swallowed by the strong fog. People call this kind of go-go car a three-wheeled go-go car. A circle of women wearing headscarves sat on the edge of the three-wheeled go-go car. The women's hands were holding the edge of the car, but their bodies were still shaking. Where there are many chickens and ducks, there is a lot of manure, and where there are many women, there may not be many words. They are going to a village called Jiangcun twenty miles away. As the name suggests, Jiangcun is a collective planting of ginger. When it comes to the ginger harvest season, ginger farmers hire farmers from other villages to work, provide a meal at noon, and earn twenty yuan a day.

The thick smoke and fog from the three-wheeled vehicle were having an ambiguous love affair. A large truck intervened forcefully. To avoid the third party, the driver of the three-wheeled vehicle turned the steering wheel sharply, and the vehicle body tilted into the ditch on the side of the road... The people in the car were scattered like dumpling thrown out. The lightest dumpling was the most seriously injured.

At noon, a man came to the ward and walked to the woman's bed in two or three steps. When the woman saw the man, she cried like a child. The man gently touched the woman's hand and said softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

That night, the floor of the ward corridor was full of cigarette butts. The man smoked two boxes of cigarettes overnight. He usually smoked one box every two days. Cigarettes are the cheapest small goldfish. The small goldfish rose from 2.3 yuan in the 1980s to 1.23 yuan.

In spring, the man planted five acres of watermelons. When the watermelon was on the market, the price of the watermelon dropped to a panic. Finally, it reached 8 cents per pound. The watermelons were pleasing to the eye, and the sun was about to explode. The news that people were spreading was also spreading: watermelons killed people. An old man's body was like a broken banner, hanging on his own melon shed.

The man sold the watermelons and calculated the cost of the agricultural film, fertilizer and watering. The price of the melons was 8 cents, of course, not enough to bear the loss. He lost more than one butt. But the man said: "The crops are not harvested, but they are planted every year. This crop is not good and that crop is good. Hanging for a watermelon is a fool who has never seen the world. But the old man is over 60 years old, and it's time to die. If he didn't die at 60, he would be buried alive."

Bad luck is like a rainy day, always coming. The woman needed surgery, and the surgery required a deposit of 3,000 yuan. In addition to the deposit, she had to prepare for other medical expenses. The sudden huge amount of money was like a continuous rain, which ruined his optimism, and it didn't help to draw ten bags of small goldfish.

After drawing two bags of small goldfish in one night, the man felt sorry for his two yuan and 46 cents, but there was a dawn of hope for a solution. He sold the wheat that he had stored for three years and killed the poplar forest that had grown for five years. He walked into the hospital gate with a bag of money in his pocket.

There were notes about the operation written on a piece of paper. The man read it and felt that the hospital was too long-winded and ungentle. He secretly summarized the main idea on the paper: the operation is very dangerous, and the risk must be borne by oneself. For the first time in his life, he signed his name in the family member column - Li Dafa.

This thing, Du Lengding, might have been used in that operation without knowing why. Otherwise, how could the cost at the checkout be like a blown watermelon, giving Li Dafa a blow.

After the smuggled woman left, Li Dafa's emotional life was like a TV program at twelve o'clock in the night, with snowflakes. The matchmaker came to pull the strings several times, and the strings broke again. He was handsome and had no problems except being poor. Any problem was ultimately poverty.

In the love market, he accidentally became a carrot in the evening market, waiting for people to pick and choose.

For example, Fatty Wang introduced him to a widow from a neighboring village with two sons. After the blind date, Li Dafa took the widow and her youngest son to the market. The widow said, "I've been getting angry lately. Look how red my tongue is. Apples are good for reducing heat. Let me buy some apples."

The old man selling apples had two baskets of apples. The apples in one basket were as juicy as eighteen-year-old girls, and the apples in the other basket were small, wilted, and had rotten scars. They looked different in the same orchard, as if they were born from different mothers.

The widow picked the eighteen-year-old girls. Li Dafa said, "Big apples are juicy, and they are not sweet when they are juicy. Small apples are called wisdom fruits. Adults eat them to reduce heat, and children eat them to become smart. They are like children born from the same mother. Big and stupid people are mostly stupid, and short and small people are smart. If you don't believe me, pick some from this basket and try."

The widow thought of her eldest son, who was a big and stupid person, and ranked last in the class in terms of academic performance. Her youngest son looked like a little monkey, smart and cute, and she liked him very much. She thought what Li Dafa said made sense, so she turned to the basket of small apples to pick.

After weighing the apples, the widow spent a long time to take out the money, but she still couldn't take it out. She said, "Oh, it's not good to have too many pockets. Look at my memory. I don't know which pocket I put it in." So Li Dafa took out the money. He likes clothes with pockets on the chest, close to the heart, and the heart is always alert to the hands of thieves, so he has never lost money. The widow's youngest son said, "Mom, I want to eat pig liver and chicken feet." The sun made the cooked food shiny, and the man selling cooked food had a shiny face. The widow's youngest son swallowed his saliva in front of the cooked food stall, and the sound was very loud. The widow also swallowed her saliva, and Li Dafa also swallowed his saliva, but the saliva of the two adults was swallowed secretly, without making any sound. The man selling cooked food cut a small piece of pig liver for the widow's son to taste, and the widow's son's greed was seduced, so the son said again: "Mom, I want to eat pig liver and chicken feet." The widow said to the man selling meat, "Give me a piece of pig liver and five chicken feet." Her voice was loud. The butcher said loudly, "Okay!" and picked up a large piece of liver. The tone of the word "Okay" was like a firecracker that suddenly flew up to the sky and then fell into the ground.

Li Dafa said, "The liver doesn't seem to be fresh. You see, the color is a little black. Oh, boss, please go slowly. Spending money is a small matter. Don't make my child sick. I see that the color of this piece is even, as if it is fresh out of the pot. Wow, it still smells good."

Li Dafa used a meat hook to hook out a small piece of liver. Sure enough, the color was bright. Compared with the big piece, the tip of the liver was a little black. The widow nodded in agreement and exchanged the small piece of liver.

Li Dafa said, "I see that the chicken feet are not fresh either. Why are they all skin? Could it be that these chickens have been racing all day and their feet have become thin? What's the point of eating skin like this? It's better to buy a chicken and stew it another day. There will be a pot of yellow chicken soup and two big chicken legs."

After saying that, he secretly swallowed his saliva again.

When the widow thought of eating chicken, she pulled out her claws and planned to buy it.

When she took out the money, she pretended to take it out for a long time, but of course she didn't take out anything. Li Dafa's heart moved sensitively, and he took out the money.

The widow's son was really smart. He walked to the toy stall and said, "Mom, I want to buy a gun to beat the bad guys."

The widow's son was really smart. He walked to the balloon seller and said, "Mom, I want a balloon. I want to go up to the sky to see if there is a little white rabbit in the moon."

The widow's son was really smart... When the widow's son was smart, Li Dafa's heart was moved.

The widow's son finally stopped being smart. He played with the spoils all the way.

However, it was the widow's turn to say, "Oh, this piece of floral cloth is really beautiful. Li Dafa, do you think I can make a jacket out of it? People say that people wear more floral clothes as they get older. I'm not too old yet, so I think a floral jacket should look good on me."

The widow draped the floral cloth over her body and smiled at Li Dafa. Li Dafa saw that the woman was lively and vivid in the sunshine. No matter how ugly or beautiful women are, they have the ability to regain youth in front of their beloved men. He felt that the woman was indeed not too old. Except for the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes that looked like spider webs, the widow was quite pretty. The floral cloth draped over her made her look even more pretty.

People say that beauty is a feast for the eyes, but Li Dafa's stomach was not moving, so why did his heart beat again? The next day, Li Dafa went to Wang Dapangzi's store and said to the matchmaker Wang Dapangzi, "Tell the widow a message that I, Li Dafa, am not worthy of her. I only earn that little money. It doesn't matter if she spends it herself. Her younger son and older son will also have to spend money. It doesn't matter if she spends this little money in normal times. When the two sons grow up, they will have to get married. If one son builds four big northern rooms, then two sons will have eight big northern rooms. Eight big northern rooms don't matter. Marrying a wife requires a dowry and money for entertaining guests. I'm just wasting my old bones. Even if I sell it, I can't afford the money. It doesn't matter if I spend the money. When my son gets married in the future, he will definitely think that I am a stepfather and will force me to the top of the wall without anyone to take care of me. Tell the widow that the things she bought at the market yesterday are not counted. After all, she went to the market with me and thought I had a wife and children. I am not worthy of her. "

Li Dafa likes the Lv Opera "Li Ersao Remarried" and "Wall Story". With the widow's lavish spending, she does not look like the virtuous Li Ersao who can manage the household. However, he foresaw his future fate, and it is very likely that he will be forced to the top of the wall by the widow's big fool and clever son to perform a new version of Wall Story, so he backed out.

Fatty Wang reported everything to the widow. The widow took a bite of the apple and spit it out. It turned out that there was a small worm in the apple. The widow's sharp teeth bit the small worm in half. The juice of the worm mixed with the juice of the apple, a mixture of sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, made her spit out twice. She said: "Look at his stingy appearance, he will never get married and will be born a bachelor."

There is a saying: Never offend a woman, some women will make the man she hates suffer for the rest of his life. A more elegant saying is Confucius's: Only women and villains are difficult to raise, if you get close to them, they will be disrespectful, if you keep them away, they will complain.

After the widow found the fifth worm in her pile of apples, her mouth became even more irritated, so it became a loudspeaker, and many young girls and wives in the surrounding villages knew: "There is a man named Li Dafa, a stingy old bachelor, whose hands tremble when he pays women."

At that time, he was not too old, his reputation faded in time, and his days also aged alone in time.

Some people don't care about these rumors, or she doesn't understand the local dialect. A Sichuan woman ended Li Dafa's single life.