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Text Part One: Going East Chapter 9 4

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    If it weren't for the croaking sound in his hungry stomach, Li Deyuan looked at the elegant houses that had almost disappeared even in China, and listened to the ancient poems recited in rhyme. He would have thought that he had returned to Eguan Bodai in a dream.  During the Tang and Song Dynasties.  He thought it must be an elegant old man with white hair and a childish face, and a flowing gown. Li Deyuan turned around and was surprised!  Where is the childish look with white hair, a standard bald head with less hair than her own, and a face covered with dark folds.  Where is the long shirt floating down? The upper body is a short shirt common in the monkey country, and the lower body is a pair of black cloth trousers, with the trouser legs rolled up, and the exposed calves are covered with mud.  "This is definitely not elegant. If he hadn't seen this middle-aged man in his fifties among the books in the house, Li Deyuan would have thought that this was the most common old farmer in Jiangnan or Yunnan and Guizhou.  After looking up and down, Li Deyuan was even more surprised by the man in front of him who had obviously just returned from the fields. One of his sleeves was hanging empty. After looking carefully, he found that he was not wearing this sleeve.  Really missing an arm.  "Is this your home?" Li Deyuan was a little suspicious. He still didn't believe that this old farmer was the owner of a room full of books. The old man smiled slightly, leaned his hoe on the shelf at the door, stretched out his hand and pulled off a book from his neck.  He came out with a plain towel and wiped the sweat and muddy water from his face before nodding towards Li Deyuan.  "Are these books yours? Are you Chinese?" This time Li Deyuan felt a little abrupt after asking. Everyone nodded and acknowledged that he was the owner, so weren't the books his?  The second question was a bit presumptuous. It was equivalent to asking a sensitive question in Monkey Country, and it also indirectly exposed his identity as a Chinese.  Unexpectedly, the old farmer remained silent. He nodded twice, put the towel on his shoulders, turned his back to Li Deyuan, reached out to scoop out a ladle of water from the water tank on the corridor, and stood on the stone steps to rinse it.  Come on legs and feet.  Only then did Li Deyuan notice that the old farmer's feet looked a little strange, not because they were covered with earthworm-like veins, nor because the feet and legs looked like lumpy and strong parts, but because they were scrubbed alternately.  The left foot and the right foot are different!  After the mud on the left foot was washed away, two toes were missing. The big toe and second big toe were gone. There were two sarcoma-like protrusions at the base of the toes.  A large piece of the heel of the right foot is obviously missing, which means that half of the heel is missing. What should have been a thick round shape has become an incomplete half.  This is a disabled person. Li Deyuan thinks that the missing arms and the disabilities on the feet should be traces of the war. Judging from the age of this old farmer, he probably participated in the war in the Monkey Kingdom.  After the old farmer finished rinsing, he waved to Li Deyuan, who was still guessing about the story about his body. Instead of entering the main room, he went down the stone steps and turned under the vines with purple flowers. There was a small bamboo table and a few small bamboo chairs.  There was a charcoal basin and a kettle for boiling water at the foot of the table.  The old farmer sat down on his own without any humility. He bent down and reached for the kettle. Li Deyuan was very discerning and hurriedly picked up the kettle, filled it with water in the water tank, took it back and put it on the shelf on the charcoal basin.  , took out twigs from the basket of firewood, cracked them into small pieces, put them in the charcoal basin and set them up in small piles, took out the lighter from his pocket and looked around for kindling.  The old farmer took out a handful of something fluffy and silky from the small basket on the other side of the table, handed it to Li Deyuan, lit it with a lighter, and the flames burned brightly. He stuffed it under the pile of firewood, and it was very bright.  Soon the orange flames began to lick the bottom of the kettle.  At this time, the old farmer rinsed the two cups with water, took out a small box made of bamboo skin from the small pocket of the bamboo table, pinched out the green leaves and put them into the cup. Across the table, Li Deyuan, a foodie,  I could smell the fragrance of tea.  I thought that although this was not meeting an old friend from a foreign country, but a fellow villager meeting a fellow villager, it was just that Li Deyuan was still a little confused until now. The experience of the monkey country in the past half month has revealed the hostility and wariness of the monkeys towards our flower growers.  From 1974 to 1979, we drove out our flower-growing families and overseas Chinese. How could we still see such authentic Chinese people?  What he read and heard about the experiences of overseas Chinese in those days, at least the experiences of the old overseas Chinese in Monkey Country in "A Better Tomorrow 3", made Li Deyuan feel uneasy, not because he was afraid that the disabled old farmer would harm him, but because he was afraid that the disabled old farmer would harm him.  I was overwhelmed by the scene in front of me.  The kettle hissed with steam, and the old farmer wanted to stand up to fetch water for tea. Li Deyuan hurriedly reached out to lift the kettle, followed the rules of Phoenix Three Nodding, made tea for his elders, and then poured it all for his junior.  , the aroma of tea leaves stirred by boiling water overflows.  "Old man, to tell you the truth, I am a Chinese who came to the monkey country's steel factory to work as a technical director. Are you from the monkey country or from our flower grower?" Li Deyuan decided not to conceal his identity and simply came here.  ??Just make it clear and straightforward.  "I am a flower grower and have been a Monkey Countryman for thirty-two years. Young man, how did you get here?" The old farmer looked at Li Deyuan and made himself clear in a straightforward manner.  "Thirty-two years, thirty-two years, it is now 1998, does that mean that this old man came in 1966? In 1966, my God, couldn't this be the legendary people who came to fight the American Empire?  Those who are communists are red and soldiers!" Li Deyuan thought about what the old man said, and suddenly thought of what the gravekeeper at the cemetery of the flower-growing martyrs in the Taiyuan Iron and Steel Plant told him, saying that in 1966 there were many flower-growing families.  The passionate young man from the family sneaked into the Monkey Country and died here to help fight US imperialism.  The soft light in the old farmer¡¯s eyes across the table clearly saw through Li Deyuan¡¯s thoughts, and he casually said: ¡°U.S. imperialism is a paper tiger.¡± That¡¯s right!  Yes!  This sentence was a famous saying of that era. How many young people in the late 1990s still know it?  At this time, Li Deyuan completely let go. This old farmer, who was about the same age as his father, and his disability, seemed to be a man with a lot of stories. Li Deyuan stood up in excitement and bowed respectfully to the old man.  After sitting down, he held up the tea cup and made three toasts, drinking tea instead of wine.  The old farmer¡¯s surname was Zhou. He changed his surname in Monkey Country and adopted his wife¡¯s maiden name, which became Huang.  In 1966, he and a dozen of his classmates came here from the capital to join the army and fight against the big-nosed American Japs. The army that was aiding Vietnam at that time wanted to send him back. He and two other classmates wrote letters in blood but it didn't work and they were left behind in the middle of the night.  He ran away secretly and reached a place close to the southern front line in one breath. He actually joined Northern Monkey's troops on the front line.  The arm was blown off by a Japanese plane. After being disabled, one arm was still carrying ammunition boxes in the logistics unit. Two toes and half of the heel were blown off by those booby-trapped butterfly mines dropped by the B-52. Only then did he turn around.  When he arrived at the rear area near the flower grower, he was working there. At that time, the Monkey Country wanted to send him back to China, because two of his other classmates had died, and we, the flower grower, also wanted him to go back.  But while he was in the hospital, he fell in love with a female nurse from the Monkey Country. In addition, he heard from his classmates who later participated in the war that the domestic movement was even more chaotic. His family had problems and was quarantined and examined.  The girl got married. After the marriage, she returned to her hometown and got married.  Li Deyuan knew a lot about the background history of this period, because a number of decryption books were published in the 1990s, including one about the Red Nasa soldiers who volunteered to go to Monkey Country and Cambodia to join the local troops to fight against American imperialism.  book, I didn¡¯t expect that I would actually run into one while wandering around the Monkey Country.  But the old man said that he had not gone back for thirty-two years, and that he had not seen his flower-growing family for thirty years. Li Deyuan was confused. Why didn't he take his wife and children back to China during the honeymoon period between the two countries?  Why not go back to China when Monkey Country is volleying in China?  Why don¡¯t we go back and see if relations between the two countries are normalized?  Wait, there are a lot of questions to ask.  The old man once again saw the problems in Li Deyuan's stomach. His soft eyes seemed to dim suddenly. The tea in the cup became bland and tasteless. The old farmer who had been silent for a long time suddenly stood up.
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