When Li Gui was young, he also experienced seven disasters and eight disasters. One evening in the winter when I was two years old, snowflakes were falling outside and it was desolate. Li Gui was warming himself by the fire pit with blazing firewood. He couldn't hold himself steady. He was yelling and grabbing his hands randomly. His mother was watching over him, fearing that he would fall into the fire pit. But at this moment, the pigs in the pig house behind the house made noises and hummed. My mother heard this and thought that the pigs were hungry, so she walked out of the back door with a bucket of pig food. Before the pig food was poured into the pig pit, she heard Li Gui made a strange cry. She quickly poured the pig food into the pig trough and returned in a hurry with the empty pig food bucket. Because there was an open space between the pig house and the main house, which was covered with snowflakes. She was white. Walking back and forth, I left two rows of footprints. Soon it was covered by snowflakes again, and her figure had disappeared into the main room.
At this moment, Li Gui's cries became weak, but he was extremely worried. His mother rushed over and found that Li Gui's head had been rubbed into the fire pond. She immediately pulled him up, and a scarlet tongue of fire was burning on the left side of his face. She flicked it off quickly, and under the dim light of the oil lamp, she saw that his face was obviously red, swollen, purple, and had fruit bubbles.
When the neighbors heard the crying, they came over to look at it. They were all talking about how to treat a burnt face. Some people say that applying urine on the face can detoxify and reduce swelling, but no one helps to do that. The mother hugged Li Gui, who kept crying, and walked around, looking at the child who was in pain with his hands stretched out. His father was not at home on a business trip, and his grandparents came over from the village house after hearing the news, and kept scolding Xu Li. The daughter-in-law was careless and failed to take good care of her grandson.
Grandpa was decisive and quickly took Li Gui from Xu Li's hand, asked Xu Li for an umbrella, held the umbrella in one hand, and held Li Gui in the other, walking step by step towards the windy and snowy village. Xu Li also took an umbrella and followed. Outside the village, Hu Jiawan Hu Mazi was a doctor who specialized in treating burns and scalds. They went to find him.
The tiled house of Hu Mazi's family, located at the east end of Hujiawan, is also covered in snow at the moment, and the snow is still falling. Only the standing chimney is still dark and not covered by snowflakes, which fall on it. It melted until it was dripping wet, like a tree in spring, containing warm vitality. In fact, the home in the house is also warm. A pot of red charcoal fire is placed at the stove. Hu Mazi is sitting on the side near the chimney. His body is warm from the heat. He looks at his wife who is pounding medicinal powder opposite with a smile on his face. , saying that 13 years ago, how could the family have the money to buy charcoal for a fire?
You have to thank the doctor who taught you medicine. My wife raised her face and looked at Hu Mazi intently. Hu Mazi’s real name is Hu Chuanshi, because he suffered from acne as a child. After the acne recovered, his face was covered with pits. When he grew up, people who were familiar with him in society used to call him Hu Mazi, and those who were not familiar with him used to call him Hu Mazi. He also shouted the same.
When his wife mentioned that he wanted to thank the person who taught him medicine, he didn't take it seriously and said that the person he should be most grateful to was Li Fu from Lizhuang on the other side of the mountain. That year, there was a drought and famine, the family was too poor to take the blame, and his wife ran away with someone. He stared blankly and had no choice. He had not developed the ability to be hardworking and self-reliant, but he had a kind of inertia. His wife scolded him before he did something. He often sits empty at home, finding it difficult to even eat.
That time a neighbor came to visit and said that the county government had allocated a batch of relief grain to their bay, but he didn't see a grain of grain. When I contacted the village security chief, they all said that there was no allocation of relief food at all. Later, someone verified that the county government had allocated a batch of relief grain, but it was only given to another bay where the drought was more serious. Therefore, Hu Mazi scolded the county magistrate for having no conscience and regardless of the life and death of the people of Hujiawan. Some people said: It is a crime for you to scold the county magistrate. If he knew about it, he would definitely send someone to arrest you and lock you up. After hearing this, Hu Mazi actually raised his neck and laughed, and then said: I just wish the county magistrate would arrest me and put me in jail. Eating in jail is not bad! It is much better than being hungry at home. This word reached the ears of the nosy Li Fu. It happened that one time, Li Fu met Hu Mazi head-on: I heard that you want to live in prison, right? In fact, it is very easy. Write out your curse words and submit them to the county magistrate. Soon, the county government will send people to arrest you as a bad guy and sentence you to prison for a few years. Then you will You can realize your wish to make a living in prison.
A few days later, Hu Mazi was indeed filled with obscene words cursing the county magistrate. He really wanted Li Fu to be sent to the county government. Li Fu refused, saying that I was just talking. If you are really arrested and imprisoned, Don't you just blame me?
I don't blame you. Hu Mazi said seriously.
Li Fu was unwilling to do such a thing, and Hu Mazi asked others to do it, but no one else did it. The reason was that he was worried that if he sent out the paper full of curse words, the county government would even arrest the "envoys" for sending such a message. It's extremely rude. As a result, Hu Mazi had no choice but to resort to a trick. He actually glued the piece of paper filled with obscene words and pasted it at the door of the county government office in broad daylight, and then slowly walked away. Before he could walk out of the city gate, officers and soldiers chased him. They tied him up and brought him to the county magistrate, where he knelt down and confessed his crime. He refused to plead guilty, let alone kneel down. A government official flew up and kicked him in the back of his foot. Instinctively kneeling down, he immediately stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs, admitting that he had insulted the current county magistrate. He was afraid of going to jail anyway.
The county magistrate ordered him to be beaten more than a dozen times and then let him go. But early the next morning, the yamen servant reported again that Hu Mazi had posted the same piece of paper with obscenities written on it at the yamen gate. The county magistrate went to see it in person, tore it off angrily, and clenched his fists tightly. He signaled three or five government officials to bring their equipment and go to Hujiawan to capture Hu Mazi for questioning.
Two hours later, Hu Mazi was arrested again by Wu Hua Da Da. He was not afraid at all. He pointed at the county magistrate, stamped his feet and shouted arrogantly: If you don't sentence me to jail, I will still post those papers full of obscenities. The county magistrate was so angry that his eyes bulged hugely, and he said angrily: If you are bold and unruly to the people, I will convict you of causing trouble and disrupting official business.
Hu Mazi asked anxiously: Is this crime enough to go to jail?
Shut up. The tall yamen officer glared at him, and under the order of the county magistrate, he and another middle-aged yamen officer took Hu Mazi to a sturdy low house to the west of the city, opened a heavy door, and pushed him in.
There was a wooden bunk inside, covered with a layer of straw that looked like someone had slept on it for a long time. The grass was not only yellow, but also very soft. The pole was no longer round but had been flattened. The whole thing looked just like that. Like a soft mat of grass.
The tall yamen officer said: Your wish has come true, this is your home.
At that moment, another officer released him. Hu Mazi looked at the house with a pungent musty smell and said: Is this a prison cell? He was obviously a little disappointed. The tall yamen officer said: This is what the prison cell looks like. Then he locked the cell with a livid face.
Hu Mazi felt uneasy inside and wanted to rush out. He kicked the door several times, but not only could it not be opened, but it also hurt his feet. At this moment, the prison clerk heard the noise and ran over, pointed at Hu Mazi and cursed: You bitch, do you understand the rules of prison? If you don’t understand, I’ll tell you, our rules here are: Anyone who kicks or beats the cell door, harasses or affects other prisoners will be beaten to death with a fifty-fifty stick. Today is the first time I miss you. I will spare you once. If I do it again next time, I will make you walk around with nothing to eat.
