Saw the Argentine movie "The Barbarians". The third story reminds me that in the winter of the second year of high school, I finally took a day off in January (the school took a day off in January for enrollment rate), and I caught up with the township bus at 7 o’clock in the evening (it’s dark at 7 o’clock in winter). Throughout), the snow has not melted, and the driver can only drive back slowly and slowly. It was more than 8 o'clock late in town. The winter night is bleak and there are no people. When I get off the car, there are few people on the streets of the township, and no street lights (this is too luxurious), but there are still 7 or 8 miles of rural roads to go back-go back! Rural children are used to walking at night, but fortunately, the snow has not disappeared and there is light to borrow, so that the dark holes will not go into the well. To make a long story short, around 2002, there were no roads connecting villages to villages (only in 2015), and phone calls did not go to the countryside. catch). When I walked about 4 miles away, there was a village about 3 miles away from the main road. The lights were faint, and the people in Dongye Village went to bed earlier without problems. There was a small three-wheeled flew flying out of it, except for the sound of the diesel engine wheel, no lights were on. It was quiet at night, and my brother knew afterwards that he had encountered a dog thief. At that time, a huge wolf dog struggled down and ran down lame. Two people in the car took out clubs and killed them. With the help of Xueguang, they saw that they were a father and son. To put it more simply, they didn't bother to kill the wolfdog, started the small three rounds, drove over quickly, and launched the dog-killing stick. I gave my brother a stick... missed, Xiao Feicai turned around in the snow, rolled out a deep mud rut, and flew at me again, even rolling around me and rolling into the side Corn field. The corn field was soft and the farm tricycle couldn't get in or out. I ran along the wheat ridge and ran diagonally into the vast corn field... The tricycle stopped on the road for a while and drove away! ! ! Afterwards, the people who stole dogs and chickens and ducks in our place all came from a village that was close to provincial highways and township assemblies. It sells chicken, duck and dog meat all the year round, and the whole village is a township tyrant. Family planning, withdrawing and retaining funds in this village, village cadres have to use gentle means. They usually stole and collude with inside and outside thieves in the neighboring villages. In the past few decades, many things have been broken, and they have also been lost in a certain village, and many people have been lost. It was also commonplace to be killed by the rebellious peasant women in the middle of the night, and to go to jail. Now this village is well-known from far and near, and the dog stealing business is more prosperous. He traveled to Heze, Bozhou, Zhoukou and other places in Shandong, Anhui, Jiangsu and Henan. There are black workshops in villages and towns, every BMW building, and a classmate from the village has been there, and the sick and dead pigs were thrown directly into the meat grinder without fading. The hams produced by Jinluo and Shuanghui are sold directly to Jiangsu and Zhejiang. You are right in the Yangtze River Delta! Now it also produces rice noodles, flour, and bacon and other barbecue ingredients. Because of its proximity to the provincial highway, business is booming, and it has even become a trading center for bulk commodities of live pigs, fruits, and grains. I just feel that the sweet potato flour and bean sprouts in their village are more real (the raw materials are not valuable). Where there is interest, there are disputes. The most common thing to hear is the bloodshed and death in this village. Many domineering young people have died young! Every Chinese New Year, when I go home and pass by the village, there are many young people with bald heads and arms hanging from earrings. The grassroots village is not the village story of Zhao Benshan, but the primitive and wildness of Jia Zhangke. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ (The father and son who were stolen by the dog thief drove a stick and turned their heads to kill. This is my personal experience of the truth, not made up.)
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