The tall man thought that the yellow-haired man and the fat man would come back soon, but the fat man came back with a look of horror on his face. He told the tall man and everyone that the yellow-haired man was not in the toilet, and it was dark inside. I shouted many times, No one agreed.
The tall man glanced at the bulging robe filled with copper coins, snorted, and said with a sneer, Fatty, you can light a candle and go back and have a look. The yellow-haired man will not leave. He still has all the money he won. Here, is he having trouble with money?
With that said, the tall wife knowingly lit a candle and handed it to the fat man. The tall man said to his wife, go out to the back door with the fat man and take a look.
My wife is a very elegant and beautiful woman. She tilted her head and turned her back to the tall man and said, "The man is going to relieve himself. Why do you want me to follow him?" What's wrong with you?
I'm not sick, but I suspect that the yellow-haired man is sick. Did he fall somewhere? The tall man said, and motioned to the fat man to quickly go to the back door with the flickering candle. Then he said to the dealer and the onlookers, after the yellow-haired man comes back, I will close the back door tightly this time, let everyone watch me, and win back all the money I lost tonight in a glorious manner.
The dealer moved his eyes a few times, feeling that something was wrong. He reached out and touched the bag filled with many hanging copper coins on the table in front of the empty seat of the yellow-haired man, and suddenly screamed, "It's not good."
He opened the opening of the robe and took a look. There was no copper coin inside, but it was all filled with gravel and rubble. The dealer then said, that guy with the yellow hair is really cunning, he ran away, hurry up and chase him.
The tall man who was so smug just now was dumbfounded when he saw the gravel and rubble in the robe, and howled, "If I catch that yellow-haired man, I will skin him like an ox."
His wife yelled and cursed the tall man in a sharp voice, "You idiot, you lost a drawer of copper coins tonight. They ran away, and your chance to steal the money is gone."
The onlookers all looked at each other, some quietly dispersed, some joined forces with the dealer and the tall man, and quickly swarmed out of the back door, some holding torches, some copying wooden sticks, and some holding fireforks and swords. , earthen guns and other murderous weapons were on the road to chase the yellow-haired man. But it was dark outside, and there was no target. It was unclear where the yellow-haired man had gone.
This group of people went around the city wall and divided into two groups. One group searched the streets inside the city wall; the other group searched outside the city wall along the river, but no results were found. Finally, they all gathered on the tidal flat by the river and looked at the deep and rough river, sighing with excitement.
Some said that 80% of the yellow-haired people escaped by ferry at night.
The dealer said that this yellow-haired man has characteristics and his face is covered with yellow hair. If you recognize him on the street or other places one day, you can still look for him.
The tall man angrily shook off the tail of the nearly extinguished torch and shouted at the lonely night sky over the river, "Yellow-haired man, you can't escape the first day of the new year, but you can't escape the fifteenth. Unless you evaporate from the world, if you show up, If you are "poached" by me, then I will skin you like a scalper. He immediately waved his hand to everyone: retreat!
In the early morning of that day, Ma Huwei, who had been snoring in bed, suddenly stopped snoring. He twisted a few times and woke up. He woke up Ms. Zhao who was sleeping next to her and said, "Honey, I just had a strange dream. I saw my son yellow." Mao fell into a dung pit and was covered in excrement. He screamed and I went to pull him. When I stretched out my hand, I didn't pull him up. Instead, he pulled him into the dung pit. He struggled and woke up.
As he spoke, a stench came out of his mouth. Even he could feel it. Mrs. Zhao also smelled it. He turned his lying body sideways, turned his back to Ma Huwei and said, "This is a good dream, son." It's possible that you'll get rich and you'll still be able to take advantage of it.
Ma Huwei originally wanted to answer, how much money can his son make? Unless a coffin is given. But I was taboo about not saying this so early in the morning, so I changed my mind and said, as long as my son goes well, I don't expect him to get rich, let alone me to benefit from him.
Before he finished speaking, he heard the knock on the door and his son's shout. Ma Huwei quickly put on his clothes and got up, thinking: This is strange, I just dreamed of him, and he came home.
Mrs. Zhao couldn't sleep either, so she got up and lit candles and walked to the door to greet her son. She saw her son looked tired and touched the bulging pockets on his left and right pants with both hands. She asked him why he came home at this time. Ma Huangmao said , only then can you escape.
Could something have happened? Ma Huwei looked at his son doubtfully.
Yes, I'm on to something good. As Ma Huangmao spoke, he turned around and closed the door. He took out the coins from his pocket one by one and put them on the dining table in the room. The jingling sound on the table made people feel particularly energetic.
The father and son counted a total of 1,010 copper coins. Ma Huangmao proudly told the story of how he got out of his scheming ways by betting money with others on North Street. Mrs. Zhao was so excited that she clapped her hands and said to her son, "Before you came home, your father had a dream." , said you fell into the dungeon, I said this is a good dream to make a fortune, isn't it?
Ma Huwei was not so optimistic. He said, you tried your best to escape secretly, but you have a yellow face. If you go to the city again, especially to North Street, people will recognize you and settle accounts with you. , see what happens?
Ma Huangmao also thought this was a problem. He said, Dad, even if I go to the city in the future, I will not go to that city. Tomorrow you will return the rental house near North Street on my behalf.
It can only be like this. As Ma Huwei spoke, he greedily looked at the copper coins spread all over the table.
Mrs. Zhao was attentive and asked if her son had not eaten midnight snack last night, so she hurriedly went to the kitchen to get him something to eat.
At this time, Ma Huangmao discussed with his father. He took 510 copper coins and hung them on his body. After staying at home for a few days, he planned to use the money as capital to leave Jiangnan and go to Jiangbei to do business. The other 500 copper coins were given to him. My father kept it for emergencies.
That day, after Mrs. Wang, who was growing shed vegetables by the Yangtze River, got to know Ma Huangmao, for some reason she always looked forward to his coming again, and she would definitely pick a big ripe watermelon for him to eat when he came again.
Mrs. Wang also walked into the melon shed and observed each one. She opened the melon vines and found a green watermelon sleeping in the ground. She squatted down, bent her middle finger into a cone shape and tapped the skin of the melon several times to listen to the "click" sound. With a "click" sound that sounded like it was about to explode, I concluded that the melon was not only ripe, but also very sweet.
She didn't pick it off immediately, she just remembered the location of the melon. If the young man with yellow hair came in two days, she would definitely use this melon to reward him.
At this time, Mrs. Wang got up and walked out of the melon shed. She saw an old woman with a cane standing in front of her locked house, looking around as if something was wrong.
Sister-in-law Wang stepped forward and asked her who she was looking for. She also found Sister-in-law Wang, with a wrinkled face like a pinecone ball filled with smile lines, looking for you.
Mrs. Wang immediately went over and took out the key from her body to open the door. Then she asked her mother to come in and sit down. She made tea and handed it to her. She murmured, "Old lady, what do you want from me?"
Nothing wrong, but I have a little something I want to ask you.
go ahead.
Do you know the hour of your birth?
Hearing her mother ask about this matter, Mrs. Wang felt a little nervous. To be honest, she really didn't know. She only knew that she was probably born in the Guichou month of the Renchen year. As for the day and time, she didn't know at all.
Sister-in-law Wang's life experience is a bit confusing. She heard from her mother that her current husband, Wang Jiamu, was adopted, but she didn't believe it, but she also believed it.
I don’t believe it because Wang Jiamu’s appearance, especially his thick black eyebrows, is very similar to his father, and his fat lips are very similar to his mother. If they are not biological parents, then why are some of Wang Jiamu’s appearance features so similar?
I believe it because there is a saying that as long as a baby or even a small child is adopted by a certain family, over time or as time goes by, he will look more and more like the owner of that family.
Despite thinking this way, Sister-in-law Wang was still a little confused. She looked at her appearance in the mirror many times and found that there was no part of her body that looked like any part of her parents.
She also asked her parents when she was born in what year, month, day, and time. They all answered that they only remembered the year and month, and told her, but they did not remember the day and time, so of course they could not tell her.
Why did you forget it? Her parents told her that during the floods that year, they fled from Jiangbei to Jiangnan. Later, when the water receded, they returned to their hometown in Jiangbei from Jiangnan. Sister-in-law Wang, who was young at the time, didn't know much about these twists and turns, and it was an unsolvable mystery.
All she knew was that her family was poor and her parents asked her to marry Wang Jiamu, who was raised by her and was several years younger than her. In the fourth year after their marriage, my parents were ferrying goods across the Yangtze River from the south of the Yangtze River. Due to high winds and waves, the boat capsized. Both parents died. Their bodies were swept away by the rapid river current and have never been recovered. She and her husband had no choice but to go to the riverside where the accident occurred in tears to place an incense table and pay homage, hoping to save the souls of their parents.
