Seeking the Original Text of Zhao Shuli in Fugui

Fugui is worse than shit in the village. The villagers said that his first big problem was his unstable hands: for example, when he went to the courtyard, people in the courtyard always had to watch him walk out of the gate before they could rest assured. When he walked through the field, people in the field had to pay attention to the tobacco bags and clothes placed by the weir. Whoever loses something in his house always goes to his house for a walk; Whoever loses his livestock must first see if he is at home ... But there are some things that people think are not good: whoever dies should be told to get dressed; If a child dies, he has to be sent. When you meet a dead person, you can't do without him.

When it comes to farming, Fugui is also proficient in all fields. One person can earn one and a half, but no one can afford him-he will gamble with twenty cents on his body. Sometimes, even if his weir collapses, he will be asked to take a few days' work-the gully he has made up is not easy to collapse again. But when using him, I often pay attention to what furniture he stole by the way.

Later, because he became a trumpeter, his old parents, Wang Create, wanted to bury him alive, so he stole away. He didn't come back until the enemy surrendered last year and the Eighth Route Army drove to his village for more than a month.

When our district cadres first arrived in his village, they saw that he was poor and wanted to ask him to look for poor roots. But when they asked about the villagers, they all said that he was a bad guy who could not be provoked. It was not until many suffering decent people turned over that the district cadres slowly found out his detailed origin.

① The original issue of Taiyue Culture (published on October 1st, 1946) was published by Xinhua Bookstore in North China in February, 1947.

When Fugui was twelve years old, his father died. His mother was an adult, spinning flowers and weaving to support Fugui. Fugui is a good boy, lean and beautiful. He learned to hoe seedlings at the age of 12 or 13, and he can resist an adult at the age of 16 or 17 when he is doing the work at hand, but he is not good at carrying it. Just then, his mother booked him a nine-year-old daughter-in-law. This girl's name is Yinhua, and her family is very poor. Her parents have long died, so my sister-in-law can't support her. As soon as she is booked, she will send it as a child bride. However, Yinhua did not suffer after entering the door-Fugui Niang is a wise man and has never given birth to a daughter, so she treats her daughter-in-law as a daughter.

There is a self-music class in the village, and Fugui has also learned to sing opera-he was a small army since he was a child, and when he grew up, he sang well. Yinhua went to the theatre on the fifteenth day of the first month of the following year. When Fugui came out, other children surrounded her and said, "Yinhua! Look! Your son-in-law is out! " She was embarrassed to say it, but later she got used to it, so she didn't say that. Yinhua went to the theatre in the first few years, but the children watched the excitement; Later, when I was a few years older, I slowly saw something interesting-I didn't know how to play, but I saw my man dressed more beautifully than anyone else-whenever I sang my own village music class in the temple, no matter how busy I was, I always wanted to see it. I was afraid that my mother would say that I would only come back when Fugui got off the stage. Once Fugui sang until the last scene. When she came back, she missed cooking and was scolded by her mother. She just laughed behind her back. When others didn't pay attention, Fugui saw her thoughts on the stage, so she didn't blame her for missing the meal. She just quietly smiled and said to her, "I can't come back earlier"?

① small army, walk-on.

Two

Fugui grew up to twenty-three, and his mother was sick, and she just vomited after eating. She knew she couldn't get well, and Aunt Dongwu also said that she should prepare early. Fugui also asked the doctor of Wanyingtang drugstore to see her several times, but it didn't work after taking several drugs.

One day, Fugui Niang said to Aunt Dongwu, "I think my illness is ready. People often say,' Eat autumn without summer, eat summer without autumn'. Now it's July, and autumn will soon be available. I'm afraid I won't make it this winter. "Aunt Dongwu stopped her and said," Sister-in-law! Don't be paranoid! Who can eat grain without disaster? " Fu Guiniang said, "I understand my own illness. I'm not afraid to die! You can't die after living for 5 or 6 years. There is only one thing I can't worry about: raising a daughter-in-law for Fugui Tong and rolling on the hillside, not becoming a family. This girl is 15 years old, so I want to give her a job while I'm still open-eyed. No matter how good or bad, I'll finish my snack. It's just a small family, and few people have no hands. Please give me a greeting at that time! " Aunt Dongwu was full of praise, asked the date again, and promised to help her as much as possible.

July 26th is the wedding day for Fugui and Yinhua, and Yinhua's elder brother also came to see off her daughter. Yinhua borrowed the sedan chair from Aunt Dongwu's house, carried it around the village, and carried it back to our hospital. She got off the sedan chair and went to Westinghouse. In the hall, she sat to see off the female guests, and invited her old parent Wang Create to accompany her. Fuguiniang thought tofu vermicelli was not good, so she killed a chicken and made four bowls of hot pot.

for better or worse, it's finally done. Fugui and Yinhua have known each other since childhood, and they hit it off very well. Fugui Niang felt very happy.

However, as Fu Gui Niang expected, after the autumn harvest, the illness will get worse as soon as the weather gets cold. In September, when I put on a cotton-padded jacket, I still can't stand the cold. When I eat something, my stomach hurts, and when I feel pain, my eyes turn black and my cheekbones are exposed.

Aunt Dongwu said to Fugui, "I'm afraid your mother won't get sick. You should prepare yourself." Fugui also saw it early, so he went to Create, the king.

Wang Create said, "Everything is ready." Wang Create's "Wanyingtang" is a drugstore with groceries, and there are still a few poplar coffins left. But no matter what you use, you have to write to him when it accumulates into a number. Wang Create often teaches his own children: "How much money can you see in business alone a year? It all depends on lending money, and making money is much faster than making money. "

The autumn harvest will be over, and Fu Guiniang will die before the grass is cut. Yinhua is a child. Without anything, light will cry. Fugui is only 23 years old, slightly better than Yinhua, but he only cares about the central people carrying coffins and asking Yin and Yang to take care of his family. Fortunately, an aunt in the East Room helped Yinhua sew a filial hat, hang white shoes, sit in a pot and catch up with the noodles, so that a funeral could be hurried over.

Even when I married my daughter-in-law and took her out of mourning, the money for cloth and groceries was less than ten dollars for Wang Create, and even the coffin was thirty dollars, so I wrote a letter to Wang Create.

① rolling on a half slope means that things are not over yet.

② On the head, before a girl gets married, she has to hang her face and tie a bun, which is called "on the head" in local customs.

Three

The small family has a * * * four mu of land, and there is no other hope. I am afraid that I can't repay Create's money, so I will live in Create for half a long-term job in the coming year. Yinhua learned to spin flowers when her two small arms couldn't reach the spinning car. Now, although she is only sixteen years old, she has learned to be a good weaver. The young couple get up every morning and go their separate ways without urging anyone.

Lao Wanyi * * * hired four farm workers, and the old foreman said that it was still a blessing, and he could do whatever he wanted. Ten years ago, the old man was a good worker, but now he is old and can't resist Fugui's hard work, but he really knows his family, and Fugui has learned a lot from others.

unfortunately, because Fugui held a wedding and funeral event last year, he ran out of food at home. This year, he borrowed food as soon as he started work until he cut wheat. When I got off work in October, when Create calculated the food price in spring, the wages were finished, and the net interest of the thirty dollars was ten dollars and eighty cents. Thirty dollars worth of documents fell into forty dollars, and Create thought that his family was the first, and his boss was the second, and he made eight gross profits.

from then on, Fugui seemed to stick his legs in the sand nest, and the more he played, the deeper he played, and in the fourth year, he rolled to more than 9 yuan. It's not enough to settle accounts in October, even the wages and the rest of the grain from four acres of land are paid to Create.

On the 1th day of the first month of this year, Yinhua gave birth to her first child. Yinhua's family only has a sister-in-law, and she has to greet guests at home on the first day of the first month. She can't come, so Fugui has to cook rice soup for her at home.

Create has benefited from grain, and he hasn't eaten it since the New Year. Yinhua just gave birth to a baby, and only one handful of rice was used for a rice soup. Fugui couldn't eat a pot of rice with her, and she was afraid to cook the rice for thick rice, so she had to drink the rice dregs left in the Yinhua rice soup pot for a meal. Yinhua saw that he hadn't eaten for two days and only drank a little rice dregs. She was very distressed and grabbed his arm and cried.

On the 4th

14th, Zile class will sing in the temple and send someone to call Fugui. Fugui

was flustered by hunger at this time, so he had to refuse: "The child is only three or four days old, and the family can't live without someone to look after him."

the day was over, but he had to do it at night. He sent someone to call him several times, but he didn't come, asking someone else to cover his corner, not under the stage. Some people say, "He takes such a big shelf to sing a play in our village! If you lift him, you have to lift him! "

Aunt Dongwu heard this in the wing upstairs and shouted, "You don't know! It's not somebody else's children's big shelves! There is nothing to eat at home. I haven't eaten for three or four days, but I only drink rice dregs from my daughter-in-law. How can I sing for us? " When Aunt Dongwu shouted, everyone on stage and off stage said, "He didn't say anything earlier? Who can't give him a bun on the first day of the first month? " Aunt Dongwu said, "This child is thin-skinned, isn't it because he doesn't want to say that shameful thing? I'm too embarrassed to send someone a bun! " Create said in the dormitory, "Call again! Tell him that when he comes, ask him to eat some oil cakes at the bottom of the rice shed, and the club will pay for it! "

The problem has been solved. The club also gave him some money, and the friends who sang opera also sent him some buns, so that he could sing for these three days.

There is also a rule in the club: if you sing a play in the first month, you should give the singer some tips, but not much. A person does not get a dime or two. Fugui is a big spender, and give him three cents.

At that time, it was still the old society, and gambling could not be stopped in the village in the first month. It was not until the morning of 17th that he got out of the temple with 3 cents. A group of young children who love gambling stopped him and tried to play with him. His heart is unclean, and he is anxious to go back and greet Yinhua. These young people just want to keep him. Some say that he can't leave his wife, while others say that he can't bear to give up 3 cents-all of them are not nice: "3 cents is your life?" "Can't you save yourself for someone else's wife?" He was too embarrassed to walk away, so he fell into money with everyone. He is a homo habilis, so I feel I have to stop. When I was a child, I often played with other children on the first day of the first month. In recent years, I stopped playing until I was eager. He fell with these young people for a while, and then won them dry, counting to win more than a dollar.

Five

When she got home, Yinhua said, "The old foreman just came to work for you. He said that the fifteenth day of the first month has passed, and this spring is shallow. The shopkeeper said that he should go to work earlier! " Fugui said, "I can't live, can I? It's not for nothing! I give people half a room and earn one and a half yuan in January; I owe 9 yuan to others, and they earn 3.6 yuan in January. In addition to suffering, I have to post more than 2 yuan in January. When can I post it to my head? " Yinhua said, "Don't you stick more?" Fugui said, "You can save some work and find a living money." Yinhua said, "isn't it still for others to find living money?" This day really can't pass? " Fugui said, "You didn't know it until a long time ago?"

if he wants to live, he can't live, he can't live, and he can't live either. Why did a living person tell him to tie it up? "Don't give him a place to live, let's go and buy two buckets of rice first!" The idea is certain, explain to Yinhua, carry a pocket and go to the collection.

A bachelor passed by the door at the head of the village. When he heard someone dropping money, he turned in and saw that it was the same young people yesterday. A man came running to stop him and said, "You are a dishonest gambler! Why did you leave after winning yesterday? It's really not a person! " Fugui said, "You lost, so you want me to gamble with you?" As he spoke, he turned to leave. The young man clung to him, holding him in one hand and patting the copper coin in his pocket in the other. "I can't fool you!" As long as you have the ability, you still win! "

Fugui couldn't leave, so he fell with them for a while, and there was no big win or loss. At this time, a big bachelor came outside. Crowded into the field, there was a foreign bet, and no one dared to call him this bet. Slowly, his legs were drawn, leaving only four or five people. Fugui was about to pull away when the young man who had just pulled him behind him said, "Fugui! You can only play tricks on me, and you will ruin your play when you encounter a lot of tricks! " Fugui was most afraid that people would say that he was not as good as others, so he lost his temper and fell, which happened to be red, killing a lot of foreign countries. The man took out two more pieces from his pocket and told him to reply on the note. He was too embarrassed to say that the bet was too big, so he crustily skin of head and killed again. The man lit a fire and got five more pieces. He trembled and fell again, losing two reds and one skin, and the yard money was transferred to someone else. At this time, the old foreman asked him to work again. He said, "Let's talk about it later! I still can't live! " The young man stood behind Fugui and said to the old foreman, "Don't you see when this is? How many months can we afford to win and how many months can we afford to rest if we lose? " The old foreman left without saying anything.

after a short time, a child ran in from the door and shouted, "Hurry! The old village head has come to gamble! " In a word, all the people, regardless of the gambling, ran away in 54, driving Create to the courtyard, and no one was seen.

In the evening, when Fugui bought rice, Create sent a foreman to call him home, taught him a good lesson and told him to live for himself. He said, "I can live, as long as I can borrow food for one year." Create made a bargain: "The grain laid on four acres of land is not enough to benefit himself, so what do you mean by borrowing grain?"? It's not worthwhile, it's better to hire someone else. " After such a calculation, he said, "Forget it, but last year's profit was still seven dollars short. If you don't live, you have to take it out!" Fugui said, "I'll just pay you four acres of land!" I can't give you enough anyway! "

it's as simple as that. A day or two late, Create called the man to carry dung in this field.

Fugui has only folded the weir neatly in recent years, but now it has been planted by others, so he won't be angry until he sees it, and he won't go to the field again. However, the land is very close, and you always see it when you go out. Therefore, you often stay in the casino, and you always have to go for fun if you gamble or not. In the long run, the casino can't live without Fugui. If you don't have enough hands, you have to ask him to match it.

Six

Since then, Fugui has been away from home more than at home. At first, he only hung out in the village. Later, other bachelors often asked him to go to other villages, sometimes he went far away and never came back in March or February. Aunt Dongwu said to Yinhua, "Come back to persuade him again! People can't suffer when they drift for a long time! " Yinhua once really came to persuade him, and he said, "It's all the same whether you accept it or not. It's a light anyway!" "

when he has money, he often buys some good things for Yinhua to eat with his children. When he loses money, he will stay hungry for a few days and never come back to exploit Yinhua. He often says that what he is doing is not business, and he doesn't want his wife and children to be involved with him. Yinhua also knows that he is unhappy, and often follows him when he comes back; I also know that it is unreliable to rely on him to support myself and my children. I can't afford to buy cotton for my own textile, so I have to make it for others and earn manual money.

One winter, Yinhua was about to give birth to a second child, and earned a piece of cloth for others to spin. I can't bear to use it myself, so I don't have to ask for rice soup. It happened that Fugui came back at this time. He lost money outside, lost his cotton-padded clothes, and wore rags in December. Yinhua was really sorry and gave him the cloth.

The silver flower of the twelfth lunar month gave birth to another child. Just like the first time, there was no grain at home, and there was no rice to cook rice soup. The eldest child was four years old, and he was hungry all the time, and Fugui croaked with hunger. Yinhua said, "Take a liter and support him with a liter of rice in the front yard. Tell him that I am two days late in spinning flowers for him!" " Fugui went, because in recent years, the signboard was not correct, and people were afraid that he was playing tricks and said that he had not been crushed. Listening to Westinghouse's daughter-in-law crying, her mother-in-law lifted the curtain and whispered, "Fugui! Come! " Fugui went to the front, and the old woman said, "I want you to do something small, but I don't know if you want to?" Fugui asked her what it was,