60s white-eyed wolf

Winter 1959

It was cold and dry in December, and the branches of the old willow trees at the head of Huanglin Village were bare, shivering in the cold wind.In front of the dilapidated Fengshui Temple, a pair of tall ginkgo trees have only withered branches. The ginkgo trees have been picked up by the villagers long ago, and the old persimmon trees behind the temple have lost their leaves, not to mention their fruits.

Wang Liuzhi held the bowl and chopsticks, glanced at the shriveled treetops with her eyelids between her eyes, and didn't even bother to sigh. She pressed her hungry belly and rushed to the big cafeteria in the west of the village with her head depressed, carrying five bags of food in her arms. A thin, two-finger-wide dried sweet potato.

My man has been working on the land all morning, a farmer who is in his prime and does heavy work, and there is no oil in his stomach, and he can barely eat a catty of grain for a meal. With the current quota in the big cafeteria, one person What is the use of only four taels of coarse grains for a meal?Even her eldest nephew, who doesn't do heavy work or light work, thinks it's not enough to eat.

Bah bah bah!Why are you talking about the plague god at home?

Wang Liuzhi spat secretly, picked up his pace and walked forward, and saw the first few half-sized people yelling, "Dinner is ready, dinner is ready!" The typhoon whizzed past, rushed into the row of rooms serving as the cafeteria, and ran in the front Isn't it her family's delicate and frail little white-faced nephew-Cao Fugui?

"Tsk tsk! He's sixteen years old, isn't he? This little guy looks handsome. He stopped reading, and your mother-in-law won't let him go to work?" Li Yingxiu followed closely behind Wang Liuzhi. She had short legs and a short body. But she walked fast, and she could wring out the thick pants.

Wang Liuzhi gave a dry laugh, and said vaguely: "Hehe, Fugui is weak, and he had a fever and dizziness two days ago. Her grandma said to take care of him, otherwise he, with thin arms and legs, would only be a half-worker at work. Afraid of getting tired."

This eldest nephew of her family had lost his parents since he was a child, and was spoiled by his milk. In the nest of the poor peasants with eight generations of ancestors, a delicate young master with thin skin, tender flesh, lazy tendons and bones was raised. I really don't know how to say it.

Two years ago, my mother-in-law paid for him to study in a private school in the village. Before half a year of study, the government sent him to a newly established elementary school. In the name of being weak, he didn't go to work, but just wandered around behind a bunch of gangsters, eating too much and doing nothing, stealing chickens and chasing dogs, and became a well-known bum in all towns and villages.

"Hmph! If he is weak, can he lead someone over the wall and steal my family's big reeds?"

Zhou Xiaolan passed them two in a hurry, and when she heard Wang Liuzhi's unreasonable words, she twisted her head suddenly and cursed angrily.She wore two twisted braids, but her hair was a little yellow and dry, and her face was also thin and yellow. With such a horizontal sound, the originally delicate facial features appeared extraordinarily severe.

"Catch rape and double, take thief and take stolen goods! I dare not admit what you said for our family's wealth, and I haven't seen him stealing, and I haven't seen half a chicken feather. It's his fault that your family lost a chicken." Come on, if you lose someone tomorrow, do you still have to report to the police to arrest Fugui?"

Wang Liuzhi rolled his eyes and spoke forcefully, regardless of whether it was done by the rich or not, no matter what, he couldn't let this plate of shit be pinned on the forehead of his old Cao family.

"Who else could there be if it wasn't him? My rhubarb became dumb when he saw this bastard. He and those gangsters wandered around the village for the past two days. His mouth was full of oil. When he saw me, his eyes were dim. If he ate my big reed flower, he could be... ..." Zhou Xiaolan was full of hatred, there was really no evidence, or she would have reported to the security director, Yan Bo, and tied her up to the commune for evaluation.

The voice faded away, bang bang bang!There was a sound of gongs, and the women stopped talking and turned their heads to look across the cafeteria.

The production team leader Shi Hesheng at the entrance of the canteen, with a cold, stubbled square face, knocked on the gong and shouted: "Attention, attention! Tomorrow the canteen will be closed, and each family will go to the team headquarters to share the remaining rations after eating." , each went home to start a business. Today is the last meal!"

Everyone was startled, and they crowded around in a panic, asking in a hurry: "Captain, why don't you run a good cafeteria? My pot has been smashed to support the country's steelmaking, and the rations are all handed over to the cafeteria. Now you say No more canteens, this, how can our family make food by ourselves?"

"Captain, how much rations are left? How to divide them!"

"Hey, Let Rang, Rang Rang, team, captain, don't, don't do it, make it bigger..."

"Cut your tongue, don't join in the fun! You still owe the team! What kind of rations..."

"Don't make any noise!" Captain Shi stared bull-eyed, his face so dark that ink dripped out, and he shouted: "You motherfucker! We will temporarily suspend the operation until we have enough money. The policy above says that we must be flexible." Hurry up, share food and firewood after eating, and go back to the house to cook. If there is no pot, buy it, borrow it, and fight it out! Grandson, can a living person be suffocated to death by urine? !"

The crowd coaxed them to disperse, and rushed into the cafeteria anxiously, filled their own meals and ran to the team headquarters, wanting to see how much food they could get.

Wang Liuzhi's heart sank, and she quickened her pace. She was not in a hurry to grab the rations. Anyway, the team accountant, Mr. Shi Zhongguo, had a tricky abacus, and the team's rations were indispensable, and he wouldn't let you take an extra one. Grass, it doesn't matter if you go early or late.

It seems that this big canteen can't continue.

In fact, there are early signs of this. From the opening of the large canteen at the end of last year to the middle of this year, it is called a nonsense person. Anyway, they all eat collectively. If they eat less, they will be at their own expense.The chairman said, "Eat dry food when you are busy, eat thin food when you are idle, and half-dry and half-drink when you are not busy or busy."

This year's double rush season, the big cafeteria didn't cook much dry rice, but also mixed more than half of sweet potatoes and crushed corn, and mixed with a few slices of meat. If it wasn't for the lack of food, could this be the case?

Wang Liuzhi walked into the cafeteria, looked around, and immediately saw his man Cao Qingxian, who was soaked in sweat, with his trouser legs rolled up and muddy on his feet.

"Qingxian, Qingxian! Here!" Wang Liuzhi shouted and waved, seeing the man approaching, he hurriedly went to the rice bucket to line up for dinner.

There was only a bottom left in the bucket, and most of the half-thin and half-dry porridge was rotten yellow or some blackened sweet potato pieces.

Wang Liuzhi hurriedly handed over his big big bowl, and asked Yun Hainiang to fill it up.The ingredients in porridge like to sink to the bottom, the clear soup on the top is light, and the bottom is thick and full.

"Auntie, you've got a solid hand, if you get two more out of the bottom, give me some more too?" Cao Fugui poked his head out from behind his second uncle, and said to Yunhainiang with a smile.

He has pretty eyebrows and eyes, thin lips and straight nose, his eyes are crooked when he smiles, and his hair is neatly combed. Even though his clothes are worn out and patched, he doesn't look like a peasant.Then look at his uncle Cao Qingxian next to him, he has a wide mouth, narrow eyes and a big nose. Compared with him, Cao Fugui looks like a long-term worker as an uncle, but as a nephew who looks like a white-faced scholar in a drama, but he doesn't look like the old Cao family at all. kind of.

Yun Hainiang rolled his eyes at him, although he couldn't understand his lazy and pampering temperament, but with his sweet mouth and handsome face, he really couldn't bear to talk about him.

The big spoon stirred the bottom of the bucket a few times, picked up a few spoonfuls to fill up the two uneaten Caos, and scraped off some porridge for Cao Fugui. The Ming Dynasty doesn’t need to share with you, you can eat your own food!”

Cao Fugui responded with a smile, took his bowl of porridge, raised his head to greet his aunt, and ate at a table on his own, without looking at Wang Liuzhi's troubled face.As for whether the rations are distributed or not, it has nothing to do with him. He does not work and has no work points to earn. The rations handed over to the cafeteria are not enough for him to eat for half a year. Where is there left?

After swallowing a little bit of porridge in one go, Cao Fugui touched his deflated stomach, which was full of water, and it could rattle when shaken.

He will be sixteen during Chinese New Year, exactly the age of half grown.There is an old saying that a half-child eats a poor old man, and his old man has been lying on the ground for a long time. If his grandma hadn't planned and planned to bring him up all these years, how could he live so happily, especially the one who eats a big canteen for half a year. The child is full and round, and the stature is long.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long!

Cao Fugui squinted his eyes and looked around, wanting to see who had more in the bowl, and if he could just say a word, he didn't expect that the villagers sitting around were like guarding against wolves, swallowing their porridge and rice in a few mouthfuls. Just walk away.

"Hmph! Rare."

Cao Fugui turned his head resentfully, stretched out his fingers quietly, and quietly scraped up a little porridge water flowing from the edge of his bowl, and quickly squeezed it into his mouth. He is a decent person, how could he lick the bowl like Shuanzi and the others?

After eating the porridge in the bowl, Cao Fugui sighed, lazily picked up his bowl and chopsticks and went out. He didn't return to the house for two or three days. If he didn't go back, grandma would wring her ears.

Huanglin Village is located in the mountain depression, and a Ya-shaped broken gold stream passes through the village. It is said that the ancestors of the old Cao family were also celebrities and scholars, and they fled to the mountain nest with their servants for hundreds of years.The old Cao family is considered a big family in the village, and the population is prosperous. Although the vicissitudes of life have changed, the big family has gradually declined into poor peasants. Now it is a new society. The abject poverty has become a proletariat with good roots for several generations. Straight spine.

If there are many people, there will always be crowds. People with the surname Cao can have a thicker voice than others in the production team. Didn’t even the team secretary be Cao Weiyan, the third grandpa of the Cao family?

The team secretary Cao Weiyan and the old Cao's family didn't have five uniforms, and they are still from the same lineage in terms of relatives. They dare not pay attention to these things these days, but they will take care of some members of the old Cao's family, or else like Cao Fugui How can an idle boy be so happy?

Cao Fugui's home is in the south col of Yazicha in Suijin River, and Cao Zhishu's home is in the south of the middle section of the stream. If you walk south of the stream, you can get closer. Shouting... Cao Fugui shuddered, preferring to walk a little longer, walk from the north side of the stream, and then go around the wooden bridge on the "Y" character fork and walk back a few steps to go home.

There was no food in his stomach, and his body was weak. Cao Fugui wandered leisurely, walking around the river north on the bluestone road under his feet. After walking a few steps, he saw a skinny loess dog lying on the side of the road. His eyes suddenly As soon as the light came on, he stepped up a few steps, grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears, tsk tsk!Isn't this the rhubarb from the old Zhou's family? After a few days, I've lost weight again. Oh, if I lose weight, I won't be able to smell the bones anymore.

"Cao Fugui, what are you doing?" Zhou Xiaolan panted and ran from behind, staring at him and sternly shouted.

"What can I do? Isn't this close to Rhubarb? Look at how hungry he is." Cao Fugui swallowed quietly and laughed bitterly.

Rhubarb whimpered vigilantly, and quickly shrank behind his master.

"Don't worry about it!" Zhou Xiaolan stared wide-eyed and didn't believe a word.

"Hey, kindly take it as a donkey's liver and lungs~" Cao Fugui glanced at Rhubarb squinting, and opened his voice with regret, which is called a correct word, full of emotion.Facing the eyes like wheat awns behind his back, he shook his head and swayed back home.