[Part 1: Melodious Piano Music] Part 2: Killing Chickens and Catching Fish (2)

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Author: voxcaozz
First published on November 4, 2017
Word count: 5268

A few points to note beforehand: This story is purely fictional, and the characters and place names are also fictional. Some
words are used unavoidably, but please don't take them personally. I had to write them because of the plot, and I had no choice but to say
this. If there are any particularly striking similarities, please skip them. I feel it's necessary to
mention these points at the beginning of each chapter to express my mindset.

The wind whistled in his ears; even ghosts would be baring their teeth at this time of year. Yang Shuxiang himself didn't care; it was better than staying at
home . However, his only regret was that Huanzhang hadn't returned, so he couldn't take him along
to play.

At this time, there was not a soul in sight above the South Pit. The holes that had been dug were now
frozen solid by the scorching weather, covered with thick layers of ice. This was someone else's fishpond, so of course you couldn't use an iron rod to poke holes and
dig out fish. But the area around the kiln pit was different. A few years ago, someone had contracted it out. Later, because the water area was too large,
they pumped water for half a month when it was time to harvest the fish, but they still couldn't get it all out. The owner went to great lengths to find people to use boats to set nets, which was a
huge waste of effort. It is said that after calculating the costs, the person who contracted the fishpond left cursing and the matter was eventually
dropped .

"When have you ever seen this world change for people, to have the faces they dream of? Does that mean
we have spring?" Following the wind, Yang Shuxiang sang again. He first
heard . Seeing that he liked it, his mother gave him the cassette tape. After taking it home, he listened to the lyrics
backwards on the tape recorder and learned to sing it. As for the content of the lyrics and the emotions the lyricist wanted to express, Yang Shuxiang wasn't quite
sure; he just thought it sounded good.

After the Northwest Wind songs of the first two years had passed, pop music from Hong Kong and Taiwan flooded into
people's lives. It came from television stations and radios. And wherever you went in
Tainan County, you could always hear those pop songs outside some shops, like "The Sound of Waves Remains the Same,"
"Xiao Fang," "Sailor," "A Man Should Be Self-Reliant," "Silence is Golden," "Late Autumn," and so on.
Whether it was on television or played on cassette tapes, a hundred flowers bloomed, and it became incredibly popular for a time.

Not only that, new ideas and new things sprang up like mushrooms after rain, overwhelming people
's minds. Growing up in this era of rapid change, Yang Shuxiang was fortunate enough to witness this historical
development. Influenced by this atmosphere, he felt it all and accepted everything. He not only knew how to sing
popular songs, but could even hum some Peking Opera tunes, and he could even breakdance!

Of course, these were all Yang Shuxiang's personal interests, especially since he was in his adolescence
and naturally quick to accept things, showing great curiosity about strange and unusual things.

Yang Shuxiang moved with the grace of a dragon riding the wind and a tiger fluttering in the clouds. His
tall, strong gait and agile legs, coupled with the sharp glint in his eyes beneath his hat, exuded a powerful and energetic aura.
Humming a song, he radiated an air of effortless confidence. At his age, he was no longer one
to be content with his lot; having finally escaped, why not make the most of it?

After passing Nankeng, he reached the village entrance. Yang Shuxiang's eyes scanned a
repair shop As he drew closer, he saw several worn-out tires outside the shop, which he knew
were discarded from coal trucks. A quick glance revealed
Wang Hong, bundled up and peeking out from under the shop. He quickened his pace and strode towards him.

"Through the forest, across the snow-covered plains—today we drink to celebrate our victory, the future is long—our spirit soars
to
the heavens—oh, Han!" As Yang Shuxiang strode forward, this verse drifted into Mao Mengzi's ears. Looking towards the wheat field to the east through the rows of trees, Yang Shuxiang saw a ragged man holding a gourd to his mouth. The gourd, gleaming, contained wine.
He took a sip, then, fiddling with his iron hook-like appendage, swayed his head and sang as he walked towards
the alleyway to the north. Yang Shuxiang recognized this man; he was Xu the Madman from their team, a madman
.

He hadn't seen him for a while, wondering where he'd gone. Since starting middle school, Yang Shuxiang couldn't
stay home every day and couldn't go out to listen to Xu the Madman's ramblings like he used to.

Yang Shuxiang wanted to ask Xu Fengzi about his recent situation, but in the blink of an eye, Xu Fengzi had disappeared. Shaking his head,
Yang Shuxiang focused and walked forward. Before he could even call out to Wang Hong at the repair shop, Wang Hong
waved his arms and shouted, "Brother Yang! Brother Yang!"

Crossing the road to the repair shop, Yang Shuxiang found a sheltered spot and asked Wang Hong, "Did you bring
everything ?" Wang Hong patted the black cotton-padded pockets on his clothes and said, "I brought everything,
look." Leaning closer to Wang Hong, Yang Shuxiang rummaged through his pockets... Shuxiang saw some odds and ends, nodded,
and was about to head south into the fields when a bicycle coming from the south turned and rode up to the repair shop.
The person on the bicycle put his foot down and shouted at them, "What are you two doing?"

Yang Shuxiang glanced at the guy, who looked dark and shifty-eyed, and smiled and nodded at him. Wang Hong,
however spoke first, "Let's go for a stroll in the south!"

The person on the bicycle was nicknamed Tiedan, and his real name was Wang Hui. He and Wang Hong lived in the west end of the village, so
they were considered relatives. Before starting elementary school, this guy always liked to lift up girls' skirts. This wouldn't normally bother Yang Shuxiang,
but his bullying of Sister Fengju was unacceptable. Yang
Shuxiang years younger. He fought Tie Dan relentlessly,
and later, because of Tie Dan bullying Huan Zhang, they fought countless more times. From then on, the two
became sworn enemies.

Before fifth grade, Yang Shuxiang was injured and recuperating at home. His injury should have healed in about three months
, but his mother insisted he rest longer, so he indirectly repeated fifth grade. From then on, Yang
Shuxiang and Huan Zhang were in the same class. Tie Dan, having repeated a grade,
had the fights ceased.

Tie Dan, however, dropped out of middle school after less than two months. He said he didn't want to study and had no interest in it.
Thinking about it. Actually, the news Yang Shuxiang received was that Tie Dan had been kicked out of the school's academic affairs office by the director. This guy
often scored only three or five points on exams and loved to cause trouble. Don't be fooled by the poor teaching quality of the middle school in Damengzhuang; they couldn't tolerate
such a trash student. If it weren't for Tie Dan's distant relative, he
probably wouldn't even have received a junior high school diploma.

After dropping out of school, Tie Dan wandered around at home for two years, learning nothing good but mastering swindling and cheating.
Before working, he was lazy, greedy, and slippery. He went to other places to haul coal a few times with others, and according to the villagers, he was quite skilled
at , but he was also a master of drinking, gambling, and whoring.

There was still about a month until the New Year, and Yang Shuxiang hadn't heard of any coal haulers stopping their trips. She pondered
this, then noticed the camel cage hanging on the back of Tie Dan's old-fashioned bicycle. Yang Shuxiang asked, "Wang Hui, what are you doing here
? Why didn't you go out hauling things with us?"

Wang Hui rubbed his red, frozen nose with his gloves and readily agreed, "I just
got back ! I just went out to take care of some business."

"Don't talk nonsense, you bastard, who knows what you're up to!" Yang Shuxiang
did ; if she did, nothing would be true. With a smile, Yang Shuxiang continued, "
I can't compare to you. My family has a lot on our plate. It's not easy for me to get out here, so I was thinking of going with Wang Hong to look around at the newly built factory in
the development zone !"

Seeing the large black iron rod in Yang Shuxiang's hand, Tie Dan glanced at it a few times. He knew it
came from the village's ironworks and muttered to himself, "Damn it, everyone says their family is a scholarly family, with lots of
rules . Lots of rules and they still steal? Just like his father, all you know how to play the big shot!" Watching Yang Shuxiang
shake her head and chatter away, Tie Dan was thoroughly disgusted. He couldn't stand Yang Shuxiang's self-righteous
expression. He'd heard she was pretty good at studying in junior high, pshaw, thinking she could show off just because she was a good student
! What's so special about that!

Thinking about the implication of Yang Shuxiang's words, Tie Dan's mind raced for a moment: "Going to the development zone to rummage
? Roughly what? Collecting scraps? Have you gone stupid from studying all that?"

Just as Tie Dan was muttering to himself, Yang Shuxiang turned to look at him. Seeing his shifty
eyes was probably thinking something else, so she asked again, "I saw your uncle before I came over.
Has he been staying at your house or your aunt's house lately?"

"Him? Humph, always loafing around, who can control him!" Annoyed by the question and
feeling that Yang Shuxiang was insulting him, Tie Dan said irritably, then quickly waved his hand and said:
"Oh, you'd better hurry up and get back, I have things to do too!"

Tie Dan rode his bike westward, cursing Yang Shuxiang in his heart: "You stupid idiot, you'll get yourself beaten up
sooner or later , just like your father, knocked unconscious and not even knowing who did it." Cursing
inwardly, Tie Dan's face lit up with a smile when he thought of how Yang Shuxiang's father had been beaten up on his way home this summer.
He was overjoyed.

Actually, while he considered Yang Shuxiang an idiot, Yang Shuxiang considered him, Tie Dan, just as much. Squinting
, Yang Shuxiang spat at Tie Dan's retreating back, then said to Wang Hong, "Does he often
jump into the ironworks to steal iron? Or maybe he jumps into the knitting factory to steal scraps of cloth? Don't follow his example!" Her

warning was like a dragonfly skimming the water; if you understood, you understood. Didn't understand? Even if the words were broken down, he
still wouldn't get it! Yang Shuxiang only gave this one reminder and then fell silent. She gestured towards the south, went down the slope,
and led the way.

A layer of cold mist shrouded the tender green wheat seedlings, which lay prostrate in the square or rectangular plots of land, growing slowly and tenaciously in this
season . The soil underfoot was hard and frozen stiff by the weather; if it weren't for
the frost-covered seedlings still displaying a layer of green, one would truly think this was a barren, saline-alkali wasteland.

"Before summer, I could catch something in the kiln pit. Today, I'm definitely going to get a couple of fish to eat!"
Yang Shuxiang thought to herself. As for the chicken, it was optional; if she found one, she'd bring it along, but if she didn't,
it didn't matter. She'd already come all this way, and she'd have to go to the kiln pit anyway. Because, firstly, Yang Shuxiang’s
mother eats fish, so he has to get some food for Chai Lingxiu. Secondly, Yang Shuxiang’s father is
going home , so Uncle Zhao and Uncle Zhao will definitely come to their house to have fun together. Thirdly, Yang Shuxiang would rather
run out and sweat than be trapped at home. Taking these three considerations into account, Yang Shuxiang
decided to .

Yang Shuxiang thinks that he has grown up now and has his own opinions on everything. If
he had dared to steal a cat and run on the ice two or three years ago, if his mother knew about it, he would have been beaten without running away. Whether it was
bathing or skating on the ice in the winter, it was a very dangerous thing in his mother's eyes. Because of this, Yang
Shuxiang was beaten by Chai Lingxiu. Are you in charge? What should I say? I don’t care!

Little Yang Shuxiang often went out to play with older boys, getting into all sorts of mischief.
But while they were big kids, he was still a little kid. Things like wrestling, handstands, catching snakes, and shooting birds
were extreme and adventurous activities like playing in the water or ice skating, his mother would inevitably give him
a lecture. In short, she absolutely forbade him from messing around with those older kids. Of course,
when her lectures failed, she had to resort to her fists.

Ever since she beat Yang Shuxiang half to death when he was five, she hadn't used
any she changed her methods. Finding it too strenuous to hit him, she would specifically target the tenderest
part of his inner thigh. Once she got her hands on that spot, whether it was with five fingers or two, a slight
twist would make him wince and wince in pain. However, on the other hand, how many boys aren't mischievous?
And when they get wild, they really forget the pain once the wound heals. They're usually quiet for a couple of days, then they go back to doing whatever they always have.
They only remember what their mother said after they've run around and played until they're exhausted.

Naturally, Yang Shuxiang would run away from being punished for making a mistake. She didn't know how many times she'd run away in her life, but
every time she came home and saw her mother's sad and upset face, she couldn't bear to see her cry. Knowing
she had angered her mother, she would hang her head, pull down her pants, and stick her bottom out in front of her mother.

"Anyway, we're out here. Whether we catch anything or not is another story, so what's there to be afraid of?!" Yang
Shuxiang , but she didn't stop walking. Heading south, she had been thinking for a while, and the two-mile
stretch of road was over when Gou Shang Village came into view.

The old man was a bit more energetic at midday than at midday, but he was still listless. The northwest wind was blowing down his back
and was still chilly. Standing in the gray fields, even the sky seemed to be putting on a half-hearted effort.

"Brother Yang, we really caught up! Look, isn't that flashy rooster out for a stroll?"
Wang Hong said, exhaling and pointing to the earthen slope at the west end of Gou Shang Village. Following Wang Hong's finger, Yang Shuxiang also saw
several roosters wandering around the west entrance of the village, and there was indeed that flashy rooster among them.

This wretched rooster acted like the undisputed leader of the flock. He strutted ahead, head held
high clucking arrogantly. Both roosters and hens had to make way for him. As he led the way, whenever he encountered a slightly attractive
hen, he would pounce, flapping his wings and imagining himself as an eagle, riding on
her back, seizing her with his powerful talons, and grabbing her neck with his sharp beak. He would
flap his wings incessantly, making the hen beneath him cluck and cluck, but she could only submit to him.
Once he was satisfied, he would nimbly dismount, then lightly crow to the rest of the roosters,
as if to declare, "You all better wait behind me..." Completely oblivious to the impending danger of becoming someone else's
meal.

Enemies meeting are bound to be hostile. Seeing the flamboyant rooster strutting ahead, Yang Shuxiang instinctively
reached for his pocket and then ordered Wang Hong, "Go around there and keep an eye on things. Once I
hit , grab it after the second shot and run south, understand?"

Wang Hong stammered, "You want me to do it again?" Seeing his half-closed eyes, Yang Shuxiang laughed and scolded
, "What's wrong? You're usually so brave, but you chicken out over this? Don't cause any trouble, just be careful!"
Wang Hong blushed. Yang Shuxiang added, "Check the surrounding area, go!"

Moving closer to the village entrance, Yang Shuxiang took off his right glove and stretched his fingers, simultaneously
pulling a slingshot from his pocket.

A specially made, heat-treated slingshot sat in Yang Shuxiang's hand; it was jet black, and the oily sheen on the iron handle
was clearly from long-term handling. Normally, the distance between the two ends of a slingshot is only five or six centimeters, but
the distance between the two ends of this slingshot is about ten centimeters. The huge jaws, like ram's horns,
indicate its power. Looking at the bowstring, although it's just two rubber bands bound together, the elastic
bands are as thick as a thumb. If properly loaded and pulled with full force
, a single shot could create a deep dent in a tree. Clearly, this slingshot is no ordinary object.

Seeing that Wang Hong had already circled around to the house on the west side of the village, Yang Shuxiang gripped the slingshot with her left hand.
Her broad wrist looked incredibly strong, holding the slingshot firmly. After a few back and forth movements, she glanced
at the rooster, loaded the iron pellet, tightened the rubber bands, and aimed—all in a seamless, continuous
motion . With a whoosh, the iron ball was launched, and in the blink of an eye,
it struck the rooster squarely on the head. The flock of roosters erupted in chaos, and
a , letting out a series of extremely sharp cries.

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