sjar Chapter 6 Putting a sack on
Chapter 6 Putting a sack on
She arranged for the two little figures to eat snacks in two separate beds of corn stalks that had been stripped of their cobs. Their bodies were completely surrounded by corn stalks, and the night air in mid-October in Northeast China was somewhat chilly.
She lay alone on a nearby corn stalk, wearing a little floral cotton-padded jacket over a piece of white transparent plastic sheeting. She had listened to the weather forecast on her grandfather's old black radio before she arrived. She knew there would be a heavy rainstorm that night!
She's sensitive to the cold; if she gets chilled, her chronic cough will flare up. She needs to take good care of herself; only when she's perfectly healthy can she do anything for her family.
She half-opened her eyes and peered at the movements around the white carriage not far away.
A tall man, holding a long whip, drove a white horse-drawn cart loaded with corn cobs alone towards the edge of the field, intending to transport the cart full of corn cobs to the grain yard of the production brigade in the south of the village.
Before the three little men arrived, probably more than a dozen truckloads had already been delivered to the village grain yard.
This was also part of the commune members' preparation to finish the last three cartloads of corn cobs.
The tall man quickly delivered the first two truckloads of corn cobs, leaving the short man to work alone in the cornfield each time.
I don't know where Yang Yuqiu got the courage to not be afraid of such a dark night.
A deafening crack of thunder resounded!
A bright light flashed across the top of the white carriage, and the white horse stretched its neck and neighed loudly!
The tall man immediately tightened the reins to calm the old white horse, and the horse quickly returned to calm!
The short girl was unharmed and continued loading the truck.
Yang Yuhan glanced back at the two children and saw that they had also been awakened by the thunder. They were lying on the spot, peeking out from the pile of corn stalks, intently watching the hand signals that Yuhan had arranged in advance.
Suddenly, lightning flashed and streaks of white light appeared in the night sky, followed by a torrential downpour that swept across the ground! Instantly, it became clear that the rain had soaked through the thin clothing of the two people, one tall and one short, at the white carriage.
Just as the tall man was about to bend down and reach for the corn cobs on the ground to load onto the truck, he suddenly noticed that Yang Yuqiu's front was gradually bulging!
His whole body trembled reflexively, almost uncontrollably.
Suddenly, the tall man pounced on the short man like a hungry wolf.
In that instant, the man suddenly let go and fainted.
It turned out that the three children had been lying in ambush behind him.
Yang Yuhan knocked the tall man unconscious with a single palm strike.
Then, Yang Yuqiu fainted for no apparent reason. Yang Yuhan rolled his eyes at her and covered her face with his body. He raised one hand and gestured for the two people behind him to hand over a large burlap sack. Yang Yuhan took the sack and put it over her head!
"Boss, did you put the big sack on the wrong person? Wasn't it supposed to be for the tall guy? Why did it end up on the short guy? Who's the short guy? Is she a woman?"
"Your eyes are blurry; it's too dark to see men and women clearly."
Yang Yuhan and the other two punched and kicked the unconscious man several more times.
Suddenly the downpour stopped abruptly, and the moon, which had been hiding behind the dark clouds, gradually peeked out. The clouds dispersed, and the night sky returned to its clear state!
The old white horse nodded slightly to her, as if to say that its neighing just now was a signal to her to save the short girl who was about to be in danger.
The three children lifted Yuqiu, who was covered in a sack, out of the cornfield and placed her on the back of a bicycle under the old elm tree at the edge of the field.
Then Yang Yuhan whispered a few words in Song Xiazi's ear, and Song Xiazi immediately returned to the cornfield. No one knows what he did to the unconscious man.
At this moment, Yang Yuhan and Liu Ying, pushing the bicycle with the people covered by burlap sacks, were already a short distance away from the old elm tree. Under the old elm tree, there was only the bundle of thick hemp rope they had brought.
Soon after, Blind Song finished his work and, panting, walked to the two girls' bicycles to meet them.
The three children looked at the old elm tree together, then laughed with satisfaction. They turned around and pushed the people on their bicycles, struggling to walk along the dirt road in the village.
Yang Yuhan and Liu Ying were responsible for supporting the people covered in burlap sacks from behind.
Blind Song was in charge of pushing the bicycle in front. The road was slippery after a heavy rain, and the three little men carefully tried to pull the woman covered with a sack back to the village.
Just as the bicycle was about to reach the West Bridge at the entrance of the village, Blind Song accidentally slipped and fell face down, looking exactly like a giant tortoise.
The bicycle then wobbled twice, and the two girls quickly steadied it, forcing the bicycle and the person on the back seat to stop before it was about to tip over.
Liu Ying was almost knocked down by the car because of the sudden action of the bad man pushing the cart in front of her.
Blind Song blinked his mud-covered eyes while lying on the ground, then quickly and forcefully stood up. The moment he stood up, he amused the two girls behind him; he looked like a little mud-covered figure.
He was covered in mud, and with the black night sky, he looked even more like a ghost. Liu Ying screamed "Aow!" and almost let go of the bicycle she was holding onto with her little hands.
"What's wrong with you? Am I that scary?" Blind Song hurriedly grabbed the two iron handlebars at the front of the bicycle.
Then the three children continued walking along the dirt road ahead, crossed the stone bridge at the west entrance of the village, and were about to enter the village after walking a few more steps.
"Yang Yuhan, who's in the sack? I won't help you push the cart if you don't let me know," Blind Song suddenly stopped and asked.
At this moment, Liu Ying's facial expression was consistent with that of Blind Song.
Yang Yuhan looked at the two little figures and chuckled softly!
"Song, what do you want to see? Don't you want the nice thing I prepared for you anymore?"
"If you don't want it, then don't. Are you lying to me? What good thing could you possibly have for me? You've probably wasted the whole night, and I'm all bruised and battered." After saying that, he stood still and didn't move.
“It’s better if you don’t push it. Who else could I give that to? Liu Ying, right? Liu Ying, I’ll go push the cart from the front, and you can support her from behind.”
After Yang Yuhan finished speaking, during the brief moment that Blind Song was distracted, she winked at Liu Ying, signaling her to cooperate with her performance.
"Okay, Yuhan, you can go push the cart in front. Yuhan, when you turn around, can you give me that good stuff?" Liu Ying smiled and agreed with Yang Yuhan without knowing why.
"Alright, I'll just push the cart. If I don't, all this work tonight will have been for nothing."
"Hmph!" Yang Yuhan deliberately showed displeasure, and speaking through her nose was the best answer she could give him. She knew she had used a 'reverse psychology' tactic, and this naughty boy was sure to take the bait.
The large sack was originally intended for the tall guy, but since Yang Yuhan saw that he was unconscious, there was no need to put it over Yang Yuqiu's head instead.
The purpose of putting a sack over Yu Qiu was to prevent the two children from finding out who was inside. If they found out, the whole world would know. Even though she didn't commit that shameful act from her past life tonight, there's no guarantee that others wouldn't fabricate stories and spread rumors about Yu Han's reputation!
The three children continued pushing the stroller.
Suddenly, Liu Ying brought her chapped lips as close as possible to Yang Yuhan's face and whispered, "Yuhan, do you really have something good for the people pushing the cart in front?"
Yu Han grinned at her, then put a finger to her lips and made a shushing gesture.
Then the two of them looked at the blind man Song who was pushing the cart in front of them, and just then the two girls' eyes met the bad man's eyes!
Around three o'clock in the morning, the sky cleared up, and the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon!
Uncle Niu took medicine at home and rested overnight, and felt much better in the morning.
Uncle Niu was a livestock feeder for the production brigade of Daxing'an Village, and also an experienced horse-drawn cart driver.
After having breakfast, he went to Ma Peng, the production team leader, in the south of the village to feed the livestock.
He filled the wooden troughs in more than a dozen stables with straw, added a little bit of soybean cake residue that he had prepared beforehand, took a short stick and stirred it evenly, then put down the stick and was about to leave.
What did he discover unintentionally?
Let's talk about what soybean oil cakes are all about.
Soybean oil factories use multiple processes to press soybeans to produce soybean oil. The original soybeans that have been pressed become waste materials, and their color darkens. These so-called heated waste materials are then pressed into round soybean cakes by machines, which become soybean cakes.
Soybean cakes smell very fragrant after being baked over a fire; you can also smell this aroma if you pass by a soybean oil factory!
After the soybean cake is baked, peel it off layer by layer with a knife until it is crushed into soybean cake crumbs. Then add it to the wooden trough.
In this era, after farmers contracted their land to individual households, each family would receive horses from the production brigade. They would often feed these soybean cakes to the livestock as a mixture in their fodder, so that the animals would smell the aroma of roasted soybean cakes and develop a greater habit of eating straw.
He counted the horses and carts with his fingers and was astonished! Sure enough, all the horses and carts were there, except for his usual old white horse and cart, which were not in the stable!
Then, in a panic, he ran out of the production team's Ma Peng and headed into the village to investigate.
After walking for a while without encountering anyone, he realized that most of the villagers were still asleep, except for the housewives who were cooking. They would get up early to gather corn stalks outside the kitchen to start a fire and cook, so as not to delay their children from going to school!
Uncle Niu happened to walk to the door of Zhang Cuihua's house in the west of the village. Zhang Cuihua was holding corn stalks in front of the yard, preparing to cook. She looked up and saw Uncle Niu standing on the dirt road, looking around.
She immediately shouted at Uncle Niu, "Uncle Niu, what are you looking at over there? Did you lose something from your house?"
"Don't talk nonsense, something's stolen from your house. Ugh! Gossip, bad luck first thing in the morning!"
"Uncle Niu, I've been calling you 'uncle,' how dare you swear at me like that?"
"So what if I swear? If I get angry, I'll hit you."
"Wow! You're really awesome. I bet you wouldn't dare to do that even if I gave you a few times the courage."
"Want to come out and watch me slap you in the face?"
"Get lost, you old codger who's just taking advantage of your age."
"What's all the noise about?"
A sudden shout interrupted their cursing.
At this moment, a woman was squatting in the latrine at the wooden gate of Zhang Cuihua's west courtyard. She had heard the two men and women shouting and cursing earlier, and she was listening to them so enthusiastically that she finished using the toilet and got up.
The cursing suddenly stopped, and her face, which had almost burst out laughing, instantly turned sorrowful.
This widow, who had spent half her life guarding the village, had a peculiar habit: she loved watching others fight, preferably to the point of killing them. It wasn't about being a spectator.
"Damn it, which brat messed things up at this crucial moment? Otherwise, Old Niu and the old lady from the East Courtyard will both be arrested next?"
She went to the gate and saw that it was Wang Keba from the village running quickly from the bridge in the west of the village.
She was wondering what other exciting things were going to happen when she heard a familiar man calling her back from her east room.
She was so engrossed in watching the commotion that she hadn't been able to leave the house to use the restroom, forgetting that a man was waiting for her inside. She gritted her teeth, spat fiercely at the men to the west, and then turned and went back inside.
Zhang Cuihua stood in front of the door with a bundle of corn stalks in her arms. She watched the old ox head run away and cursed, "Old turtle." Then she heard a creepy female voice from inside the west courtyard cursing, "Damn cats are up to no good, not a single one of them is any good."
"Uncle Niu, Uncle Niu, you're still here fighting! Aren't you going to check on your white horse?" A middle-aged man with a dark face ran up to Uncle Niu, holding a short whip.
"What happened to my white horse?" Old Ox-Head nearly tripped and fell in his panic.
"What? Your white horse? I meant your old ox...you."
"What are you saying, you stuttering Wang? It's not a cow. The white horse I'm looking for is the white horse from the hay-feeding production team under my command? Hurry up and tell me, you stuttering man."
"I, I, I won't say anything, I don't care about your mess, go see for yourself." The middle-aged man finally managed to finish speaking and raised an arm, pointing forcefully at Tu Luxi.
Wang stuttered to himself, "Damn it, I can't even herd my own sheep in peace. I have to go back to the cornfield to check on my sheep." Then he turned around and ran away.
Old Niu Tou understood and ran westward into the village.
The old ox quickly ran ahead of Wang Keba, but ignored him and continued running towards the west of the village.
The man behind him, Wang, called out to him, "Old, Uncle Niu, wait for me..."
Without turning his head, the old ox shouted, "Wait for your grandma my ass! We're in a real crisis, why would we wait for you?"
Uncle Niu suddenly turned around and stopped, asking him, "Stutterer, are you talking about a problem with the person or the white horse?"
"You, you, go, go, go see for yourself. I'm not going to clean up for you. The battlefield is too, too damn squalid. It's shameful and unbearable to look at."
"Clean up your grandma's legs, do you think this is the front line?"
The old ox kicked up and started running, instantly reaching a large elm tree at the edge of the cornfield. He stopped, panting, and was immediately stunned by what he saw. "Holy crap! This is terrifying!" he exclaimed reflexively, almost fainting.