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1.
The second day after we arrived, the village chief, who was in his forties and looked just like Li Kui, came to visit us. He brought a bag of rice, a bag of noodles, and a piece of pork belly, and asked us with concern how we had rested the night before. He was very warm, but I always felt that his gaze at Feng Yun was a bit sticky.
There were originally three teachers in the school. The principal was an old man who was almost fifty and very old-fashioned. The director of academic affairs, surnamed Liang, also taught Chinese and looked like a thin little old lady. The math teacher, Teacher Cheng, was thirty-two or thirty-three years old, and had the charm of Tong Moyia in both figure and face.
After spending time together, I gradually learned about the situations of several colleagues. The principal is the uncle of the village chief, and he only graduated from primary school. The head teacher is the cousin of the village chief and dropped out of junior high school. Teacher Cheng dropped out of high school and has a 9-year-old daughter and a 7-year-old son, who are respectively in the third grade and first grade here. Feng Yun quietly told me that a few years ago, Teacher Cheng's husband injured his back while picking herbs in the mountains and has been bedridden since, becoming a "walking pharmacy."
There are few young adults in the village, with some studying outside and most working elsewhere. Those who stay behind are mostly the elderly, taking care of children of all ages. Since I put up two cat fur on the wall, the children have been extremely admiring of me. Teacher Cheng's son Mao held my hand and said, "Uncle Qin, my grandma used to not let my sister and me go out at night, saying there were two old cat spirits in the village who would steal children's hearts and lungs! My grandma says you are the 'Zhong Kui' of our village. Since you came, our village has become 'clean'..."
I laugh at the simplicity of the elderly and silently criticize their ignorance.
3.
Here, the mobile signal is often unavailable, and even when it is, it's intermittent. Not to mention the internet.
When it comes to the weekend, there's nothing to do for entertainment. I feel so idle that I could grow hair all over my body. I just want to wander around. Principal probably knows that I can't sit still, so one night he quietly brought me a Zhuge crossbow and a long knife: "This was passed down by my grandfather. If you can't sit still and insist on going up the mountain, take it for self-defense. - Our Teacher Cheng was knocked down from the cliff by a wild boar."
The crossbow arm is made of rosewood, the bow body is made of extremely flexible bamboo, the bowstring is made of cowhide, and the crossbow arrow is made of hard bamboo shaft paired with a steel arrowhead. The knife is a three-foot-long curved blade. When I pulled it out from the cowhide scabbard, it emitted a cold light. I lightly waved it towards the cardboard box in the room, and there was almost no sound as the cardboard split in half.
All good things.
Originally, I didn't have a strong desire to go up the mountain. After Principal gave me these two "treasures," it aroused my desire and curiosity to go up the mountain.
There's trouble in the village.
On Saturday, around noon, Teacher Cheng's son Mao ran to the school crying and shouting for me: "Teacher Qin, please come and see my dad!"
Teacher Cheng's husband is in critical condition: this man in his thirties is lying naked on a bed board, having suffered for many years, he is so thin that it feels like a bundle of firewood is covered by the bedsheet.
Mao's grandmother cried and said, "You had a big bowl of rice this morning, how could you be gone in just half a day! You've been lying there for a hundred years and can't get up. I know you're still alive, and I have spirit... Without you, how can I go on living!" Teacher Cheng had swollen eyes and couldn't say anything. According to the rules, the body was to be laid to rest for three days. Feng Yun was no longer afraid of anything, and helped Teacher Cheng and relatives busy themselves, and didn't stop shedding tears.
5.
The man is gone, and Teacher Cheng applied to move to the school to live.
Yes, seeing things reminds us of people, only adding to the sadness.
We live in this kind of house, and the school has two more rooms, diagonally across from us. The principal let this family of three move in. After dinner, Mao and my sister Niuniu often come to my room to listen to me tell the story of "outside the big mountain." Children are not disciplined. Sometimes when I'm telling the story, they just lie on my bed and fall asleep. At this time, Mao sleeps here, and Niuniu asks Feng Yun to take her to her room. Teacher Cheng is sorry, afraid that the children will make noise at night, so she pulls out a small bed and sleeps here with Feng Yun.
Over time, Feng Yun noticed a problem and quietly told me, "Xiao Qin, when sister Cheng was staying in my room, the window would always make noise in the middle of the night!"
I said, "Is it because of the wind?"
Feng Yun shook her head and said, "Absolutely not, the sound had a strong rhythm!"
I asked again, "Have you talked to sister Cheng?"
Feng Yun: "I feel like she's even more clear-headed than me, but she just won't speak up!"
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