[Part One: Melodious Piano Music]

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Author: voxcaozz
First published on November 6, 2017
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Episode 3 Killing the Chicken and Catching the Fish (3)
Wang Hong stared wide-eyed at everything that happened in front of him, thinking: "Everyone says that Brother Yang's slingshot is
good, but I really thought he was just bragging before I saw it. This time I've finally opened my eyes!" After muttering for a while,
he quickly put his mind at ease. Wang Hong kept looking around carefully from Fangshan, afraid that someone from some household would run out and discover
him. His heart was in his throat again.
Then Yang Shuxiang stepped forward and took out an iron bead from his pocket. He watched as the rooster flapped
its wings crookedly and flew towards the edge of the field. He raised his hand and fired another shot while moving. It has to be said that Yang Shuxiang
's slingshot accuracy is really not bad. After firing, he didn't even look back and
ran down to the woods to the south.
"Brother Yang, you're really awesome!" After running more than a hundred meters, Yang Shuxiang slowed down.
Wang Hong, who had caught up from behind, was panting and shouting while carrying the convulsing rooster. Just in case, Shuxiang glanced back
and, seeing that the surrounding area was open and no one was chasing them, quickly said, "We're almost at the kiln site. Let's hurry. Once we get there, we'll
find a wolf den to shelter from the wind, then we'll pack it up and have a taste of this beggar's chicken!"
The two brothers walked silently through the grove of trees. Before them lay a vast expanse, and a huge pit appeared
before Yang and Wang, seemingly endless, deep and wide. This was the kiln pit that Yang Shuxiang had mentioned.
Although called a kiln pit, this place was actually a brick and tile factory. The more colloquial term "kiln site" or "kiln pit" is used to describe it; it was
a place specifically for firing and refining bricks. To put it more bluntly, it was a place where anyone needing bricks and tiles for building houses, sheds, pigsties
, or anything else would come to buy them. It was a place for selling bricks and tiles.
The kiln site, through extensive excavation and brick-making, formed a large pit covering about ten hectares
in circumference. Once filled with water, it became a complete kiln pit. In the past, it was bustling with people, groups of
workers constantly moving in and out of the row houses, transporting the fired bricks and tiles
out with horse-drawn carts, handcarts, and tractors. It was a thriving place in the 1980s. Now, the surrounding land has reached its excavation limit, and
bricks can no longer be produced, so the kiln operation has ceased.
In earlier years, fish fry were released into the wide expanse of water in this area, but because the bottom of the kiln pit was so
deep, the cost couldn't be recouped, and it was abandoned. Although people occasionally came to take a look, it was essentially just
for show, becoming a white elephant. In the summer, however, it became the domain of teenagers, who often came to catch fish and shrimp.
They settled on a slope that wasn't too steep and slowly slid down. Because the
slope was gentle, the surrounding reeds had already been cut down, leaving a five- or six-meter-wide open space
that exposed the kiln pit's azure-white ice surface.
While searching, Shuxiang suddenly pointed to a patch of crooked, grayish-white reeds and said, "
There's a wolf den over there, let's go check it out!" He went down and rummaged through the withered reeds, walking ahead with uneven steps.
Soon they reached the wolf den (a semi-enclosed earthen burrow large enough for a person) at the bottom of the slope. Seeing that the den was
well-hidden and sheltered from the wind, it was perfect. He said to Wang Hong behind him, "Let's stay here!"
The two brothers then gathered some dry branches and searched the reeds for a few broken coffin boards. After preparing
everything, they placed it at the wolf den and then ran onto the ice.
Yang Shuxiang stomped hard on the ice, but heard no cracking sound, so he felt reassured
. He glanced at the fishnets dug not far away, guessing they were made by the villagers from the village above the ditch when they cast their nets. He made a plan in mind
and pointed at Wang Hong, saying, "The ice over there is solid enough. As long as we don't cross that line, we'll be fine. Seriously,
haven't we caught a single fish this afternoon?"
As he spoke, he walked about ten meters and saw something shadowy under the ice,
motionless in the semi-transparent surface. Overjoyed, Yang Shuxiang waved to Wang Hong, saying, "Come here! Did you see
it? We've hit the jackpot!"
With a shout, Yang Shuxiang slammed the thick end of his iron rod into the ice. After a couple of tries, seeing that the ice was indeed
thick enough and the fish didn't move at all, Yang Shuxiang gripped the rod tightly and began
poking at the ice.
The iron skewer was driven straight up and down, instantly splashing countless ice flowers onto the ice surface. The skewer went deeper and deeper, and after almost the
time it takes to smoke a pipe, it finally broke a hole the size of a teacup.
Seeing Wang Hong's trembling, Yang Shuxiang knew his friend was afraid of falling into the water and drowning
, so he rummaged through the broken ice while laughing and shouting, "They say ice pops are scary... don't be afraid... look at you, you coward
!" The first half of that phrase was something the older boys had said to comfort him when he was playing with them a while back, and he
'd remembered it.
Straightening up, Yang Shuxiang was already warm. He took off his hat and hung it on his belt. He
nodded at his work, then continued poking with renewed vigor. The hole grew larger and larger, and his clothes
and shoes were speckled with water, but he didn't care anymore. With a few quick, sharp strokes, the hole was finally
the size of a steel basin before he stopped.
Water slowly seeped out of the ice hole. Seeing the large fish below stir slightly, Yang Shuxiang quickly bent down
, rolled up his sleeves, and put his arm into the ice hole. The moment his hand touched the icy river water, it was truly piercing, like a knife
cutting into his skin; the cold penetrated to his very bones. At this point, to hell with it! Yang Shuxiang
finally managed to grab the fish, reaching for its gills and pulling it slowly upwards.
Wang Hong stood by watching. Seeing Yang Ge scoop the large fish out of the water, his eyes lit up, and he slurped
, "This fish must weigh two or three pounds!" He quickly set aside the fish scale bag, opened it,
and put the fish Yang Ge had caught into it.
"We'll get that rooster later, wash it, and then we'll cook it. In this freezing weather, if we
don't eat something soon, it'll freeze solid!" Yang Shuxiang repeatedly rubbed his arms, which were already red from the cold, and goosebumps
had formed. He had already felt the thickness of the ice while scooping out the fish; it was about a foot and a half thick.
If you can't resist someone, then there's no place for you.
"Yeah, I got so excited I forgot about the roast chicken," Wang Hong said, and hurriedly ran back to
the wolf's den to get the chicken.
He saw that the speckled chicken's head was smashed, and it was still twitching, barely alive. Yang Shuxiang sneered
repeatedly, recalling the beast's usual domineering manner. She grabbed its head and said
, "You used to be so arrogant and swaggering, what have you done now? Go ahead and attack me! Attack me!"
With a stomp of her foot, she grabbed the rooster's body with her left hand, pulled on its right arm, and twisted its neck with her right
, tearing the rooster's head off. She tossed the head onto the ice, and without even
looking, pulled a sharp dagger from its sheath. While it was still warm, she gutted the rooster
, chopped off its claws and wings, leaving only the whole body, and handed it to Wang Hong.
Yang Shuxiang, carrying an iron skewer, paced around the kiln pit, carefully checking the ground. Meanwhile
, Wang Hong, using the ox-ear knife Yang Ge had given him, made incisions on the chicken, gutting it and stuffing it with
chili peppers and other spices. Worried it wouldn't be flavorful enough, he mixed
the remaining seasoning from the "Seven Treasures and One Dice" sauce into the mud. By the time Yang Shuxiang caught the second fish and put it in the fish scale bag, Wang Hong had already
smeared mud all over the rooster.
Back at the wolf's den, sheltered from the wind, Yang Shuxiang, her face flushed, rubbed her hands repeatedly. Seeing that Wang Hong was ready, he took out
a match, lit some reeds, and threw some chopped firewood on top. The fire started, and he placed two large bricks
on top of the firewood. Once the fire had stabilized, he sat down beside it.
Warming themselves by the fire, once their bodies had regained some heat, Yang Shuxiang asked Wang Hong to
move the mud lumps, which had almost turned into ice balls, and place them on the bricks they had stacked. Soon, a crackling sound filled
their ears.
As the ice balls thawed, water dripped onto the large red bricks, gradually turning them dark. They added firewood to intensify the fire, the red-hot
flames like a large pot in a stove, steaming wisps of white smoke from the mud balls.
Watching the flames burn on the red bricks, gradually drying the water seeping through the wet mud,
Yang Shuxiang added a few more pieces of firewood and took out a cigarette from her pocket. "
I made firecrackers and smoke bombs last year,"
she thought. "If I had these, hehe, I could just throw them into the river and blast all the fish up, no need to search for them anymore." Seeing the bountiful harvest
, Yang Shuxiang, unconcerned about the harsh environment, said to Wang Hong, "Hmm~ We've succeeded today
, let's work even harder later!" Wang Hong rubbed his hands together to warm them by the fire, wiping off most of the mud, and
replied with agreement, "That's true!"
Then Wang Hong grinned and pointed to the rows of kiln-building houses far away, saying, "Brother Yang, as far as
I know, this place has become a natural place for 'blind men' now."
Yang Shuxiang pointed at Wang Hong's nose and laughed, scolding, "You're always thinking about this!"
Yang Shuxiang was very familiar with the environment around the kiln, and he had heard a little about the 'blind men' things Wang Hong mentioned
. It seemed that some of the female workers from the village's knitting factory had come over, but he had only seen those women
strolling by the woods, never actually seeing anyone doing anything in these dilapidated kilns, so he always treated it as a joke.
Then again, these days there are plenty of worn-out shoes in knitting factories, and Uncle Zhao often brought them home.
After a while, Yang Shuxiang got used to it and didn't take it seriously anymore.
She tapped her cigarette on her thumb to light it, took a drag, and gazed at the
rows of houses firing bricks in kilns on the distant slope, gently exhaling smoke.
The area was surrounded by a ring of tall poplar trees. Although the leaves had long since fallen in winter, making it appear even more
desolate, the memories were etched in her heart, memories she would never forget: "Back in the day,
before I, Jia Da, worked here, I used to bring Huanzhang and me here to play all the time. We ate countless cheap popsicles.
Now things have changed. Not only has I, Jia Da, quit, but this bankrupt kiln has even been given the damn nickname 'brothel
'..."
It was Wang Hong's mention of "going blind" that sparked Yang Shuxiang's thoughts, leading her to the
term "brothel." Of course, without a brothel, where would the prostitutes come from?
"These three or four-pound fish are enough for several meals. By the way, Brother Yang, how are you going to explain this to Aunt Lingxiu when we get back
?" Wang Hong hadn't expected today's haul to be so large. Such conspicuous fish couldn't just
fall from the sky, and knowing Brother Yang's family was strict, he noticed Yang Shuxiang seemed lost in thought
and muttered something to her.
Yang Shuxiang, who was daydreaming, didn't know what Wang Hong was talking about and quickly asked, "What?" Wang Hong repeated
what he'd just said, and Yang Shuxiang's mind raced as she pondered.
Doing something like this was indeed incredibly exciting, but who could foresee the future?
Now that they'd succeeded, they had to clean up the mess afterwards. Catching fish wasn't exactly stealing, but what if Mom found out
… Lost in thought, Yang Shuxiang rubbed her nose with her thumb, sniffed, then took a drag of her cigarette. Looking down,
she thought, "Anyway, I'll definitely take this fish home. The deed's done, so there's no point in being afraid!"
Under the blazing fire, the bricks were already red-hot, and the dark black mortar adhering to the bricks had dried completely,
revealing a white layer. An enticing aroma wafted from the mortar ball into her nostrils. Yang Shuxiang used an iron skewer
to turn the mortar ball, then quickly gathered firewood and threw it into the fire to stabilize it.
Seeing Yang Ge lower his head and remain silent for a long time, Wang Hong didn't dare say anything more. After a moment of hesitation,
he pointed to the roast chicken wrapped in mud and said, "Ha~ Yang Ge, if Huanzhang knew we were making this new way of eating, do you
think he'd be jealous and try to take advantage of us?"
Before coming, Yang Shuxiang had gone to Huanzhang's house to look for him, but he wasn't coming back today. She said, "He didn't
make it, so there's nothing we can do! I was thinking of saving some for him, but do you think this is enough for the two of us? Besides, Fatty and
the others didn't come either! They didn't even come home, so who can we blame for missing out!" She felt a little regretful, but there was nothing she could do.
Yang Shuxiang added, "Damn, Huanzhang said he was accompanying my Qinniang to pick up cabbages, but who knows
if he skipped class to go find Xiaoyu?"
The mention of Huanzhang's relationship made Yang Shuxiang angry. If Huanzhang hadn't neglected his studies because of his relationship,
his grades wouldn't be so terrible. He'd tried to help, but despite his best efforts, he couldn't improve his brother's grades.
He felt guilty towards Zhao Da and Qinniang.
Frustrated, Yang Shuxiang threw down his cigarette butt and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
Seeing Yang Shuxiang take out Peony cigarettes again, Wang Hong quickly pulled a pack of Hilton cigarettes from the inside pocket of his cotton-padded jacket.
Yang Shuxiang snatched it away, demanding, "Unopened! Where did this come from?" Wang Hong grinned obsequiously and
whispered, "From my house." Yang Shuxiang looked puzzled: "Your parents smoke these cigarettes? They're not cheap!"
Wang Hong's parents worked at the ironworks and knitting factory respectively. They earned money, but who would buy
cigarettes that cost five yuan a pack?
Looking Wang Hong up and down, Yang Shuxiang sneered: "I'm saying you didn't get these cigarettes through honest means, did you?" Because Wang
Hong's house was next to the ironworks and knitting factory, and knowing that he often climbed over the walls to steal, Yang Shuxiang said this.
"I'm not one to talk too much. Think about the consequences yourself. We have to be careful in everything we do, and don't
let anyone catch us!" He had pointed this out to Wang Hong in front of Tie Dan before, and now seeing Wang Hong's head down and silence, it was clear that he had been caught
red-handed. Patting Wang Hong's shoulder, he cautioned him. He didn't want to say anything, but since they were brothers
, he couldn't bear not to remind him, so he warned him again.
In silence, Yang Shuxiang tore open the plastic wrapping of the Hilton cigarette pack and pulled out a cigarette.
She smelled it, nodded to Wang Hong, and said, "Hmm~ Not bad!"
Hilton cigarettes have a strong, substantial tobacco flavor, and like White Camel cigarettes, they're a blend. Even though
Yang Shuxiang hadn't smoked much, she knew a thing or two about them.
Wang Hong took the cigarette Yang Shuxiang offered, picked one up, and said thoughtfully, "Huanzhang and his mother are hauling vegetables.
Doesn't his dad have a van? Why not use a car?" He then handed the cigarette back to Yang Shuxiang.
"You really gave it to me? You keep it..." Smiling, Yang Shuxiang shoved the Hilton back into Wang Hong's hand,
shook her head, and exhaled a smoke ring, saying, "How much can that van carry? Besides, I, Zhao Da, am not an idle man.
He bought a car after returning from abroad, and he's planning to rebuild his house next year. He has to drive to make money!" Saying this
, she clicked her tongue, thinking, "If it weren't for the fact that no one was keeping Huanzhang in check during those years Zhao Da was abroad, Huanzhang wouldn't be
like this now, only thinking about dating!"
Wang Hong took a drag of his cigarette, his breath a little large, and coughed incessantly. After catching his breath, he asked,
"Brother Yang, how much longer do you think this chicken will be ready?"
He then stopped thinking about Huanzhang's problem. Since it was Yang Shuxiang's first time eating it, he wasn't quite
sure how to prepare it. Staring at the smoldering mud ball, he pondered, "The novel didn't specify a particular way to eat it.
I think it needs to be simmered over a low flame for a while!" He gently tapped the mud ball with an iron skewer, and seeing it becoming increasingly
dry, Yang Shuxiang quickly said, "Let it sit a little longer. Otherwise, the flesh will be dripping with blood, and it won't be easy to handle."
He had already caught two large fish in his fish scale bag, and since he was already there, he couldn't leave empty-handed; he had to get
two more. He added a few more branches to the fire under the bricks, and once the fire was burning brightly, Yang Shuxiang waved to Wang Hong and
stepped onto the ice. Wearing Jingzi brand spiked sneakers, he quickly slid off
, followed by Wang Hong. They ran in circles for over twenty meters before finally spotting a silver carp with a protruding snout under the ice
.
Outdoor activities in the freezing weather naturally drained their energy. They hadn't felt it while fishing, but after the frantic activity,
when the two brothers returned to their den, both Yang Shuxiang and Wang Hong felt a pang of hunger. Yang Shuxiang used an iron skewer
to crack open the hard, clay-like soil. A plump, skinned, and plucked chicken, its aroma filling the air, steaming hot, was placed before them
. They exchanged a glance, both seeing desire in each other's eyes.
Eating is instinct, the most primal desire, especially when hungry. Who cares about reason?
Solve the problem first. Even if someone catches it, they'll wait until they're full before worrying about anything else.
So, the two brothers simultaneously reached out and, without hesitation, tore the chicken apart.
"Mmm~ It really tastes good!" Wang Hong mumbled, stuffing a chicken leg into his mouth
, nodding and speaking indistinctly as he ate. The chicken was spicy and crispy, and the meat was quite tender, not dry at all
. Yang Shuxiang ate with gusto, his mouth greasy, saying to Wang Hong as he ate, "I'm so full, I don't miss home, haha~"
The sky was overcast, and the hazy moon overhead seemed to be growing weaker and weaker, looking increasingly indistinct,
as if it were about to snow. After calculating the time, it was time to call it a day. Looking at the four large
fish in the bag, the two brothers discussed it, cleaned up the mess, and climbed the earthen slope.
Standing on the top of the slope, Yang Shuxiang glanced back at the marks on the ice, muttered to himself
, and then adjusted his hat. He figured he'd already done it; he could just have his mother cook the fish later, and she
wouldn't scold him if she was happy.
Although the northwest wind was howling on the way home, with food in his stomach and fish caught, he was naturally overjoyed
. He parted ways with Wang Hong at the south entrance of the village, and Yang Shuxiang, carrying the bag of fish scales, ran to the north entrance.
Yang Shuxiang's house was right by the highway. Entering the village, she turned north at a slight angle, passed the
old house where grain was collected, and turned into the alley to reach her house.
Seeing that her courtyard gate was still locked, Yang Shuxiang quickly took out her key, opened the gate, ran to the east
wing, took out a large basin, poured the fish into it, then ran to the boiler room to check the stove. The sealed stove
emitted a dark red flame. She stirred the grate, threw in some large, broken copper pieces,
and then ran back to the main room to wash her hands.
Just as she unbuttoned her corduroy jacket, Yang Shuxiang felt something was amiss. Looking down, he saw his clothes
were filthy from the kiln pit. He smacked his lips, blaming himself for being too complacent. After thinking for a moment,
he realized he might have to help Huanzhang empty the dishes when he returned, so he decided to leave the dirty clothes behind and turn back.
He stepped out of the house.
Black smoke billowed from the chimney, spreading everywhere. Entering the boiler room, Yang Shuxiang faintly heard
a buzzing sound coming from the stove, one beat after another. Judging from the noise, the flames were
already burning. Even before he got close, the roar from the stove was almost enough to make the fire leap out. Touching the heating pipes, he felt they were already warm. This little fuss
warmed him up too. He thought, "Why don't I scrape the fish scales off myself so my mother won't have to do it again when she gets back? If she
sees me scaled so cleanly, won't she praise me?" Thinking this, Yang Shuxiang's hands began to move,
pinching and scraping the fish back and forth, as if this cleverness would allow him to touch his mother's breasts more often. Even though he grew up
touching his mother's breasts, he could never get enough of them. The warmth in the young man's heart swelled up again...

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