Chicken feather

There is a woman in the Southwest Associated University.

She's not from the Southwestern United Assembly. She's not a faculty member, certainly not a student. There is no such name on any roster of the Southwest Associated University. She just lived in the Southwestern you.S. She was an off-campus person who lived in the you.S. But she is indeed a part of the Southwest Association. She lives in the new SWU campus.

Southwest Associated University has many parts: the new campus, Kunming Central South College, Kunming Central North College, Kunming Normal School, College of Engineering... While the rest of the building is borrowed from the original building, the new school building is newly built and is a major part of the General Assembly. The library, most of the classrooms, the departments' offices, the boys' dormitories... They're all in the new school building.

The new school building was a wasteland outside the Daxi Gate of Kunming. There are a lot of graves, a few scattered families. Many graves have no owner. Some of the grave owners may have been destroyed, it is not difficult to deal with, there is a large grave, has been left, surrounded by water, like an island, spring and summer, bloom with wild roses, fragrance, become a scene. The rest, they're all flat. Grave gravestones, some quite tall, are on a few ditches, into a small bridge. The name of the parent is clearly shown on the tablet, with Quan Yu lying flat. Every day there are many famous teachers Daru, numerous students from above through. The residents, at the school's expense, all moved. Sister-in-law Wen is also a resident here. She won't move. Said nothing about moving. She said she was used to living here. The authorities of the UN General Assembly are very humanitarian. People who do not want to move out should not be forced to leave. But these two shabby huts of hers would not have looked very good if they had not been left standing between them. The new school building is very simple, but it was designed by a famous professor in the Department of Civil engineering, the housing arrangement is dense, the use of space is very reasonable, then how to do? The master discussed with her that she should tear down her two huts and build her another, of a better material than her original one. She agreed, asking only for another hen house. That's easy.

Her little room, with its earthen walls and grassy roof, had two Windows (no sash, only one hole, and several upright bark sticks), and a trapdoor. It's next to the west wall, not far from Dormitory 25.

None of the students was surprised that such a family lived next to the dormitory. The students call her Wenshiao. She called the students "Sir". After a long time, you can also distinguish Mr. Zhang, Mr. Li, Mr. Jin, Mr. Zhu... However, get along with these years, no gentleman even know the background of her, only know that she is a widow, has a daughter. He is very honest. Although there is no knowledge, but clean, not greedy small cheap. She never asks for anything unless you give it to her. Students lost toothpaste soap, small east small west, never suspect that she took it. The student washed the shirt, hung it out to dry, and it blew away. She would pick it up and hand it over when the student came back: "Mr. King, your clothes." She stays outside all day except when it rains. The doors of her house were open. What she did, she did in the sun, everyone can see.

She earns a living by washing clothes and uncovering beds for students. Wash in large basins every day. She tied two brown ropes between two half-large elm trees in front of the door and twisted them into a twist. The laundry. Clamp it between the two ropes. The wind jerked the clothes back and forth. On sunny days, she would often be seen sitting on the grass (the grass in Kunming is full of plump and neat and very clean), making a quilt, one stitch after another, concentrating on it. To avoid suspicion, she never sent her clothes and beds to the students' dormitories. Instead, she asked her daughter to call through the window, "Mr. Zhang, get your clothes" -- "Mr. Li, get your beds."

Her daughter was able to help, to fetch water from the well, to hang her clothes on the line on tiptoe, to smooth and fold them on the bed.

Mrs Wen kept about twenty chickens (perhaps she had been feeding them for a living). The United Nations is full of grass, grass with insects like grasshoppers live food, these chickens are very fat, very willing to lay eggs. Half a month later, she put half a basket of eggs on her arm and took her daughter to market. The eggs are big, rosy and pretty. They sell quickly. When he returned, he carried salt, chili and sometimes a piece of meat big enough for a cat.

Every morning, the text sister-in-law opened the door of the hen house, these chickens are in a hurry, can't wait to run out, scattered to the grass, kept pecking. Sometimes he raised his head and turned a small head around and around in a very rhythmic manner, looking at it calmly -- the chicken did not turn its head around all at once, but turned it around after a while. When he felt the egg in his stomach was about to fall, he ran back and put an egg in the hen house with a red face. Then he sang proudly: "Guo Ge answer! Guo replied!" Sister-in-law or her daughter reached into the hen's nest, took out a hot egg, and rewarded the hen with a clod of dirt: "Go! Study hard, Sir, and be quiet!" The hen had no other way to go but cooing, and walked unsteadily into the grass. In the evening, Sister-in-law caught a handful of broken rice, while scattering, "cooing", these hens are fully back. They peck up the broken rice and file into the nest. Into the nest also deliberately put the head low, the tail down droop, to show grace and elegance, very chicken teaching. There is a small hole in the door of the nest, and the chickens must stand on the door with their feet together, and then jump forward. This etiquette, in fact, is unnecessary. After entering the nest, cooing for a while, then silent. Then night falls on the new campus of the Southwestern Associated University, one of the highest institutions of learning during the war. Amen.

Although she lived in the environment of a university, she had no idea what a university was, what it was for, or why it was done. We only know that there are many "gentlemen" and many "ladies", or as Kunming called them at that time, "modern", who come and go. Or in a tin-roofed room (which she knew to be called a "schoolroom"), sitting on a wooden chair, listening to an "old shepherd." These "old men" spoke with something of the air of the gospel-selling priests (whom she had seen) in the Church of Jesus. But she knew vaguely that gentlemen were going to do great things and make a lot of money.

Gentlemen are not now earning large sums of money and doing great things, and they are getting poorer and poorer, and fewer and fewer of them wash clothes and make quilts. Most gentlemen do not take off their quilts unless they have to, and do not take them off or wash them once a year. Some gentlemen look well dressed and wear leather shoes, but there are holes under the shoes. A gentleman even made up a riddle for this: "Heaven does not know, you do not know I know." Their socks had no heels, and when they wore them, they pulled the tips forward and tucked them in the center of their feet, so that the holes in the heels would not show. Their shirts got dirty, so they took them off and replaced them. Two days later, the new one is dirty again, and see if the original one is cleaner, so I change it back. Sometimes I want to go to a Party. I don't have a white shirt. Then I have an idea. Put your shirt on the other way around! Wear a tie and cover the buttons so you can't tell. And so she danced beautifully to the Blue Danube. Some were completely unkempt, ragged, and unkempt, almost like a beggar. When their trousers were torn, they fastened them with a piece of twine. When sister-in-law saw these gentlemen, she often said to her daughter, "Poor!"

Sister-in-law has fewer laundry visitors, she still has chickens, and her daughter is already old.

The daughter was introduced and married a driver. The driver was from Xiaijiang, except he learned to speak Yunnan dialect: "why", "how", the rest of the words, she did not understand, but she thought the son-in-law is very nice. He had come to see his old mother-in-law, dressed in a suede jacket, big shoes and hair wax. The daughter sends money to her mother every month. His son-in-law went to Rangoon and Lashio, as well as Guizhou and Chongqing. Every time she came back, she brought some Qujing leek flowers, Guizhou hydrochloric acid vegetables, and even Xuanwei ham. Once she brought a box of Zunyi Banqiao Huafeng Dan, she didn't know what it was for. He also brought some strange fruit. There was a fruit so sweet that her head ached. The son-in-law of Xiajiang promised to support her for life.

Sister-in-law Wen has gained weight.

All the same, the male dormitory is a large room, narrow long soil renai wall, the roof covered with wood, wood is not plane, left jagged traces, cover straw; On both sides of the wall there was a series of window holes like Mrs Wen's. There are twenty wooden bunk beds in each dormitory. These beds were so heavy and sturdy that a college student could sleep in them for four years, without needing to be repaired, until graduation. The beds were arranged neatly against the wall, ten on each side. But these college students need their own separate environment, so they are rearranged, some two beds arranged into a curved shape, some three beds arranged into a concave shape, it becomes a small world. According to the regulations, each room for 40 people, the actual accommodation is not enough. Someone takes a bunk, or someone else takes a bunk for him, and doesn't take it at all; Others, who were not the owners of their beds, slept in them for a long time; There are people who are not you.N. students at all, but have been living in the new building for years. Most of these curved or concave units have only two or three people in them. Individual, only one, one room students, all departments have. Some know each other well, come and go together during the day, and talk together at night; There are also some who do not speak to each other and do not even ask your name. In a bunk bed at the south end of No. 25 there was a history student, a Chinese student, an upper bunk, and a lower bunk, who had shared the same bunk for a year without even seeing each other: they kept completely different hours. The Chinese student is a late sleeper. He reads in the department library every night and comes back at dawn. The history major, on the other hand, is a normal person who gets up early and goes to bed early. Therefore, while the upper berth is sleeping, the lower berth is empty; While the lower berth is sleeping soundly, the upper berth is empty.

People in the General Assembly are a little weird. "Normal" is not a positive term in the General Assembly. A person is very normal, will be considered by the rest of the weirdo "weird." Even in the case of Dormitory No. 25, it would be a long novel to write about these gentlemen. Now for one man.

Kim, Chang-hwan, economics department. He monopolizes a concave unit on the north side. He did not welcome people to live in his house, nor did they want to live with him. He got some boards from somewhere, boarded up one side of the bunk bed, and it was a house within a room, which he ruled. Among the concave shapes were stacked boxes of soap, of which Kunming had many and sold everywhere. This was his desk. He is quite normal. In the first and second grade, he listened to the teacher on time and never missed class. United students are mostly crazy, ridicule bullet current affairs, algae characters, language with salty, very sharp. Mr. King doesn't do that at all. He is not mad. In fact, he rarely talks to anyone. His peculiarities are as follows: first, he hangs all his things; second, he never buys paper; third, he eats a piece of meat every day. He stretched wires over his bed and hung everything on them, ties, socks, sewing kit, ink bottles... He slept under these tinkling things every day. Students can't live without paper. Even poor students have to buy some paper. It is popular for students at the United Nations to use a grie-green cloth clip with a stack of white pornographic paper in it to take notes and do exercises. Mr. King never spends that kind of money. Why pay for it? There's plenty of paper! On the walls on both sides of the gate of the United Nations General Assembly, there are posters, announcements of academic lectures, notices for finding lost property and selling clothes and shoes. All kinds of colors are in full view. These notices, confessions are not always full of words, there are always some blank space. Mr. King wore a pair of scissors every night and cut out the blank space. He also arranged them, by size and color, neatly cut and used them for different purposes. He is probably rather stupid, so he burns the midnight oil every night. I need a refresher after an all-nighter. He duly bought the pork, cut it into equal cubes, borrowed the tripod pot from Sister-in-law Wen (he had borrowed the tripod pot, but returned it without washing it), stewed it on the school stove, and sealed it in a porcelain jar with a lid. Every night when the work was finished, he would open the cover of the altar, use a chopstick sharpened at one end, look at it, prick out a piece, and eat it with his eyes closed. Then he lay down under the jingling of things and fell asleep.

Three years passed. In his fourth year, he took a part-time job as an accountant at Juxingcheng Bank. By this time he had learned bookkeeping, general accounting, cost accounting, bank accounting, statistics... This knowledge is enough for a bank clerk. As for the history of economic thought, economic geography... He felt there was no use in these empty courses, as long as he could get credits, instead of working hard, he could miss classes. He still attends school in the morning and goes to work in the afternoon. The night is still burning the midnight oil, collecting scraps of paper, eating meat. Since becoming an accountant, he has picked up two faults. One is to carry a black cloth parasol in and out every day, whether winter or summer, every day. Two is to wear two shirts, two ties, wear a good shirt, tie; Add another shirt and a tie. What is this? If it shows that he has more than one shirt and tie, the shirt and tie inside are not visible; Besides, is this puffy stuff comfortable? It's really puzzling. Therefore, the Chinese department of night wandering god in his room gave him a nickname, this nickname is very long: "twenty (Baidu) years to see the strange situation".

Mr. King will graduate soon. Before graduation, he wanted to do two things. One is to join National D, which is already being done; One is wooing a girl at school, which is hard. He walked in and out of the school like Mr. Ma Er walking around the West Lake: he didn't look at the women, and the women didn't look at him.

Who knows the fate of fate, Mr. Kim Chang-hwan actually had a romantic affair. One day, he is carrying a parasol to Juxingcheng to go to work, walking in front of two female students, they are talking to each other. One told the other that the man wore two shirts and two ties, and introduced him as having a long nickname: "Twenty (Baidu) years to see the strange situation." The obedient one looked back at Kim Chang-hwan and smiled. Kim Chang-hwan misunderstands: who knows a marriage but landed here. That night, he wrote a love letter to her. It began: "Lady ××, I respectfully recommend..." He continued with many words of admiration, and concluded with a blunt offer: "I should be most honoured if you would be so kind as to agree to the offer. I enclose a gold ring with you. Please accept it." A parenthesis was added beside the word "gold ring", and in the parenthesis it was stated: "one dollar five." Mr. King was so tired with the letter that by the time he had grabbed his pen and eaten a piece of meat, Mrs. Wen's chicken was already making a sound.

The love letter was delivered in person.

This female student is very worthy of Kim Chang-hwan. She posted the letter on the noticeboard outside the headmaster's office and pinned the gold ring to the dark green flannelette on the noticeboard. Then Kim Chang-hwan became famous.

Kim Chang-hwan doesn't care. He took off the letter and the ring in front of many people and took it back.

You love to talk, talk! Love when the joke says, say it! What is it with Kim Chang-hwan? Kim Chang-hwan has found a good job in Chongqing, and will leave the Southwest United Nations General Assembly in two days to take office.

Mrs Wen lost three chickens, a bamboo shell, a black hen and a reed chicken. The three chickens were not lost at once, but more than a week apart. I lost it somehow. It's there when you open the nest in the morning, but it's gone when you return to the nest at night. Sister-in-law looked everywhere but could not find it. It's not like she can yell at a chicken