The respected elders of the clan resorted to serving the public good for personal gain, and the fish they took risks were only used for oral pleasure. The father who risked his life to help the town seize food was reduced to fighting with a dog for food.
The fisherman was angry and humiliated, and wanted to rush out and fight them.
Just like his name.
Before he was born, his mother had a dream. I dreamed that a white tiger jumped into my belly, it was very majestic and powerful.
So his name was Huzi, hoping to be like the white tiger.
Hu Zi did not rush out after all.
Since he was a child, he has never looked like a tiger, but is as well-behaved as a cat. Don't fight with others, just accept the situation. He is very courageous in doing things, but timid in dealing with people.
He had the courage to go fishing on the river, but he was unwilling to confront the elders of the town. Especially when I thought of my father on the sickbed, the anger in my heart was suppressed again.
Huzi went home and opened the door.
There was a middle-aged man lying on the bed. It was easy to tell that he was a very strong man. But now he is very weak, and it takes a lot of strength to even take a breath.
"Huzi?" The man called out weakly when he heard the door knock.
"Dad, it's me." Huzi rubbed his face and walked to the bed with a silly smile on his face.
"Are you fishing again?" the man asked.
"It'll be fine if we go during the day." Huzi said easily, "I just cast a net casually and brought back a basket of fish. My uncle is very happy and will bring some white porridge later so that dad won't be able to swallow those hard buns."
"It's very dangerous even in the daytime. You don't know how powerful those things are... How could my uncle let you... ahem..." The middle-aged man was a little anxious and coughed violently.
"Dad, don't worry, I'm going there myself." Huzi quickly supported the man, "I can only get the medicine from my uncle when I go fishing. My uncle said that your illness is not serious, so you can't take any more medicine." A few pairs will do the trick..."
"Uncle's medicine..." The man's lips trembled, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.
Huzi didn't know about the so-called herbal medicine, but he knew it very well. Eating it can't kill people, and it can't cure diseases. Normally the lake lane would be fine, but using it to trick his son into taking risks was really too much.
"I'm going to find my uncle." The man didn't want to tell the truth and let his son down, but he couldn't let the matter continue.
But his body was so weak that when he became anxious, he suffered an emergency and fainted.
"Dad, Dad!" Huzi was frightened and quickly helped the man lie down. He touched his hands, feet and forehead, and his face became even more ugly.
The skin was cold and slightly bluish in color.
This is an old problem and is not life-threatening. It had not happened for many years, but the injury caused the recurrence. But now, it is very troublesome. If someone sees it, there will probably be big trouble.
Take out an earthen pot from under the bed and put it on the stove to light the warming medicine. He was fanning himself anxiously, hoping to make the fire more intense. The door creaked, and the woman walked in carrying a clay pot.
"Huzi, you're making some medicine again."
"Ah...oh..." Huzi was startled, turned around and covered his father's quilt.
"This is the newly cooked white porridge." The woman handed over the earthen pot and murmured, "Nowadays, every family has black bean hard buns, and there really isn't much white rice. In order to make this porridge for you, the old man is at home. We are almost digging three feet into the ground..."
"Thank you, uncle and aunt..." Huzi took the jar, the veins on the back of his hands were a little obvious.
"Hey, big brother, you didn't even say hello when I came here." The woman ran over to the bed and lifted the corner of the cup. "The weaker your body is, the more you need to get up and move. You can't just lie down on the bed..."
Huzi was startled and quickly stopped him, "Auntie, my dad is asleep now and it's not convenient to talk."
It was still a step too late, and the quilt was lifted during the tug. The woman touched the man's forehead intentionally or unintentionally.
"Ah, so cold? And your skin..."
"It's an old problem." Huzi forced a smile, "Auntie, you know, don't worry about it."
"Well, don't worry too much, don't worry too much..." The woman backed away from the door, her smile stiff. When he got to the door, he turned around and ran away, as if there was something scary.
Huzi's expression was gloomy and scary, and his eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking. He continued to warm the medicine in silence, and when it was ready, he blew the cold medicine on to his father by the spoonfuls.
After a while, it became noisy outside. Some people even shouted loudly, asking Huzi and his father to get out.
Huzi finished the medicine quietly, then wiped his hands and walked out of the house.
The outside of the house was full of people, mostly young men with weapons. The leader is naturally the clan elder, followed by his son and daughter-in-law.
"Uncle, why did you bring so many people to my house?" Huzi asked.
"You don't need me to explain the matter." The old man looked complicated. "Your father has contributed to the town, but the rules cannot be broken. Those who are bitten cannot stay."
"My father was not bitten," Huzi said. "He was only scratched on his arm by a branch. His body was cold and blue due to old illnesses. These things are not secrets. You and many people know it."
"You may be right, but I can't risk the lives of the whole town." The old man said, "You should be very clear about what will happen once the corpse transforms. For the sake of the safety of the town, although I can't bear it, your father can only Can leave."
Huzi was silent for a moment and said, "Okay, we will leave tomorrow morning."
Before the old man could speak, the townspeople stopped.
"Tomorrow? What if the corpse changes today?"
"That's right, this is a big deal, we can't delay it for a day."
"Not just for a day, not even for a moment. If the corpse really transforms, the town will be destroyed."
"In the town next door, there is only one person, and now everything is over..."
Facing the discussions of the townspeople, the old man said nothing and only looked at Hu Zi.
"Uncles and aunts, please help me, just wait for one day." Huzi begged, "It will be dark soon, and those things will come out. We will leave tomorrow morning."
"I just said it. I won't be able to make it tomorrow. Why can't you understand?"
"For everyone's sake, it's better to leave early."
"That's right, don't be too selfish."
"Anyway, I was bitten. Why are we afraid of being surrounded by our own people outside..."
Huzi's hands were trembling slightly, and he felt that the anger in his heart was rising again, and his eyes involuntarily drifted to the foot of the courtyard wall.
An ax lay there.
"Huzi, don't blame everyone. If you want to blame, blame me, this useless old man." The old man looked sad, "I feel very sad to make this decision. But for the sake of the town, I have to..."
"Okay, okay..." Huzi tried hard to restrain himself, showing great struggle, "Let's go, let's go now..."
At this moment, a man came out of the house.
Huzi's father.
This frail man was holding a kitchen knife in his hand.
Everyone was startled and instinctively took a step back.
"Dad?" Huzi was stunned and was about to help him.
"What do you want to do? Do you want to be tough?" The clan's old son took a step forward with a wooden stick, followed by several young men with weapons.
"Stop there!" the man roared, and everyone, including Huzi, couldn't help but stop.
"I am the one who was injured. There is nothing wrong with my son." The man looked at the clan elder and said, "The town doesn't need me anymore, but it needs him. If I leave, can he stay?"
The old man was silent for a moment and nodded.
"I don't!" Huzi refused, "Dad, let's go together. It's not dark yet, I will take you to the river. If you hide it well, those monsters may not be able to find it."
"You don't need to see those things with your eyes, but with taste." The man was so weak that it was very difficult to walk to the door. "Huzi, you have to live. For me and for your mother, you have to live."
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Huzi vaguely sensed something was wrong and rushed over in line with his father.
But the man was already prepared and put the knife directly to his neck.
After saying the last words with difficulty, the man used his last bit of strength to do the last thing and wiped his neck with the knife.
…
Disease is prevalent, every family is suffering from it, and every room is in mourning. There are two fathers and sons. The father is sick and the son is healthy. The father throws himself into the fire and kills himself, but the son survives.
"Qingzhou Zhi·Qi Ji"
