[Making a Sedan Chair at Liuhe] (Part 1)

Author: Kongshanqiao,
first published on the forum on May 5, 2015.
A few days ago, I was feeling down and occasionally flipped through my old saved articles. I came across two rural-themed pieces, so I typed
some words to fill the word count. I intended to relieve my boredom, but I couldn't resist sharing them with everyone. This piece was written casually, and
I'm not sure about the direction or genre yet, but there's a 60-70% chance it will develop into an incestuous theme. Let's categorize it as that for now; I personally
like this genre, it's quite interesting.
"Liuhe" is only a few thousand words long, posted in two chapters, each over three thousand words. I did this after reading the forum's
rules, and I think it makes sense. The word count isn't randomly set; three thousand words is just right, not too long, not too short, easy to read,
not tiring. After posting the two chapters, I'll temporarily put down my pen and focus on writing "White Deer." I'll come back to it afterward, and if it's good, I'll continue.
Some people mentioned realism. Personally, I think that for a messy, fictional story, seeking realism is too
far-fetched. Incest and reality—how many people can truly equate them? If you want realism, you might as well read the Twenty-Four
Histories. But even official histories sometimes contain fabrications. So, as for novels, I'll write them for you to read, and you
can just laugh and chuckle. However, I'll still try my best to write as realistically as possible, as a way of giving an explanation.
Enough talk, please read on. We'll see if you like it later.
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Swaying willows and clear, winding streams—this describes the Willow River. The Willow River flows from north to south, stretching for two hundred miles
before joining the East River. It passes through Dasa Township in Chengyun County, splitting Liuhe Village in two. Liuhe Village is named after the Willow River. From the first family
settling on the riverbank, countless years have passed, and now it has grown to six or seven hundred households with nearly three thousand people. These
3,000 people belong to three surnames: Liu, Cheng, and Yu. Liu is the original surname, with the largest population, accounting for about
half. Cheng and Yu are surnames from elsewhere, making up the other half. Legend has it that in the thirteenth year of the Hongwu reign of the Ming Dynasty, due to the Hu Weiyong case,
Imperial Censor Chen Ning and Vice Minister Tu Jie were executed, along with their entire families. A few members of the Chen and Tu clans who escaped the bloodshed fled
to Chengyun County, settling on the banks of the Liu River, where they changed their surnames to Cheng and Yu. Looking at the map in the Chengyun County annals, Liuhe Village
is located in the southeast, at a sharp angle. The fields are fertile, but they cannot retain
young people who are unwilling to work the land with their parents. Both men and women have mostly gone out to work, leaving behind a group of elderly, weak, and disabled people at home.
Every day, the first ray of sunlight in Chengyun County shines on the wall of the first house at the eastern end of Liuhe Village. This family
's surname was Liu. The head of the household, Liu Dalin, lost his parents at a young age and was raised entirely by his uncles and aunts. He
was an extremely simple-minded man, utterly devoid of temper. If you called him a blockhead, he was like
the dry log at the bottom of a woodpile, his stubbornness likely to remain in that body for a hundred years. If you called him a silent gourd,
he was like a raw gourd just picked from a vine, unyielding no matter how many times you shook it—solid and unyielding. But
he also had his merits: diligence and hard work. Besides being skilled at harrowing and plowing, he was also adept at masonry. People did
n't want to waste his skills, so he discussed with his cousins about going to the city to find work. After
several years in the city, Liu Dalin, through hard work and perseverance, became a small contractor, accumulating some money. Sending two or three thousand yuan home each month
was no problem. Therefore, he rented out his small plot of land, collecting rent at the end of the year. As a result
, the Liu family in the east of the village gradually prospered, and at the end of last year, they even built a two-story villa. That wasn't
all; Liu Dalin used some of his capital to renovate the old house in the village and opened a small shop selling oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar
, and snacks, which his wife managed.
Liu Dalin's wife's surname was Tian, and her name was beautifully pronounced Xing'er. Tian Xing'er was unlike her name
, which was crisp and crunchy; she was very soft, as soft as dough, slipping through your fingers with the slightest touch;
she was also delicate, as delicate as the sand on the banks of the Liu River, disappearing without a trace when washed by water; and she was also very stubborn,
as stubborn as a Tianjin twisted dough stick, impossible to untangle, making you want to swallow her whole.
Tian Xing'er was from another village; her family lived in Tianjia Village, fifty li away. The Tian family had no male heirs, only
three daughters, with Tian Xing'er being the second oldest. The Tian sisters were both renowned beauties, and when they reached marriageable age,
matchmakers flocked to their door. Old Master Tian, with his high standards, betrothed his eldest sister, Mei'er, to the Jin family, and his third sister, Guo'er
, to the Long family—both wealthy families. However, his second sister, Xing'er, made a mistake, falling for the taciturn Liu
Dalin, saying he was honest and kind, a man who would cherish his wife. Although Old Master Tian was unwilling, he couldn't disobey
his daughter and had to agree to the marriage, leaving her to choose based on wealth.
Many said she was wasting her beauty by marrying Liu Dalin, but Tian Xing'er ignored them, focusing wholeheartedly on her
family. She and her husband loved each other dearly, and the following year she gave birth to a healthy baby boy, whom they named Liushu (Willow Tree). This boy, Willow Tree,
apart from his appearance, bore no resemblance to his parents whatsoever. If his father was honest and kind, he was mischievous and naughty. When his father took
him to play in the market, he dared to take a bite out of every single pancake at the pancake stall, infuriating his father who would raise his fan-sized hand
to whack his bottom, but always miss. If his mother was delicate and gentle, he was rough and careless. His mother sent him
to the village to buy soy sauce, but he wouldn't return until everyone else had eaten and gone to bed, infuriating his mother who would grab
a willow branch as thick as a rolling pin to whip his bottom, but always miss. He was determined to defy them. He also had
one other trait: he was resourceful and clever.
From a young age, Willow Tree disliked books, preferring to tinker with chisels, axes, and saws. He could chop and hack at firewood and make something
quite presentable. Grandpa Liu, seeing his talent, proposed that he
learn carpentry from him. Tian Xing'er was reluctant, saying that in this day and age, going to university was the proper way to make a living;
how could she ever get ahead by making tables and chairs? Grandpa Liu replied that in the 21st century, talent isn't judged by a piece of paper; carpenters
aren't necessarily of lowly birth, yet there's a master carpenter like Lu Ban, revered for millennia.
Besides, Da Shu is a promising young man; with a little guidance, he'll surely be of great use in the future. Not wanting to offend Grandpa Liu
, Tian Xing'er sought advice from her husband. Liu Da Lin was raised by her third uncle, so he
had no choice but to listen to what the old man said and silently nodded. Tian Xing'er had no choice but to go along with her husband's wishes. However,
She also had her own thoughts: her third grandfather was a master carpenter, and people from all around came to him to make beds and cabinets, earning
him a considerable amount of money. The whole family relied on his skills and still had some money left over. Just last month, he had built a wedding house for his second son,
costing at least fifty or sixty thousand yuan. Her son learning from him would surely be a good fit. Therefore, Tian Xing'er gradually
became happy.
Thus, from the age of sixteen, Liu Shu stopped attending school and began learning carpentry from her third grandfather.
Two years passed in a flash, and Liu Shu turned eighteen. Through talent and diligence, he had mastered his teacher's skills to a high degree. Logically,
he should have been able to start his own business, but her third grandfather stubbornly refused, saying that if he hadn't mastered the craft, he would ruin the reputation of the school
. Liu Shu was indignant. A few days ago, he had helped Mr. Wu in town set up window decorations, and Mr. Wu had praised his workmanship. Why was it that when the old man was helping,
it was considered that he hadn't mastered the craft? Knowing the old man's temper, he dared not mention it or ask any questions,
spending his days sulking and becoming lazy in his studies. The old man, Liu, observed this silently, tossing him two
logs and ordering him to carve a dragon's head overnight. Liu knew his teacher was deliberately testing him, so
he stubbornly stayed up all night, digging and shoveling at the two logs. The next morning, he presented his work to his teacher
for inspection. The old man glanced at it, offering no comment, then poked twice at the dragon's mouth
and eyes with his chisel, before putting down the chisel and walking away. Liu, upon seeing this, was filled with shame. This
was called "adding the finishing touch"—his work, after a whole night of labor, would have been nothing but a
spineless worm without those two touches! From then on, Liu never again mentioned starting his own school, dedicating himself entirely to learning from the old man.
In truth, Old Man Liu had his own considerations. His craft wasn't
simply about making tables and chairs. Tracing back four generations, his great-great-grandfather had learned wood carving from an old Taoist priest surnamed Wu
. Old Master Wu was a renowned woodcarver in the area and even the entire province, hailed as the founder of the Wu school. Master Wu had
four disciples, but the other three, for various reasons, failed to pass on the craft. Only Old Man Liu's
disciple was an exception, passing it down for three generations. By the time of Old Man Liu's father, it was a time of war and chaos. The poor
lacked food and clothing, and the rich pretended to be poor, afraid to flaunt their wealth. No one bought his wood carvings. Seeing his business dwindling,
Old Man Liu's father had no choice but to switch to furniture making, incorporating his unique skills into his work, barely managing to feed his family.
Of his brothers, only Old Man Liu possessed this talent, so the skill was passed down exclusively to him. He had been doing this for decades
, and it seemed he was nearing the end. Neither of his two sons was willing to learn, saying it was too stifling and
they'd rather run a transport business, regardless of the financial gain, at least they could broaden their horizons and meet people
. Making furniture was like reinventing the wheel, what was the point? Old Man Liu didn't force him, secretly searching among the younger generation of the clan, and that's how he discovered Liu Shu. Having finally
found a disciple to inherit his mantle, Old Man Liu doted on his grand-nephew like a treasure
. He originally intended to have him learn from him for ten or eight years, passing on all his skills, but he worried that too long
would be difficult to explain to his mother, Tian Xing'er. Besides, the boy was clever and skillful, so he figured he wouldn't need to learn for so long.
He agreed to let him leave the mountain after three to five years.
In the blink of an eye, winter turned to spring, another year of blooming and withering flowers, and Liu Shu finally completed his apprenticeship. That evening, Old Man Liu
instructed his daughter-in-law to prepare a sumptuous feast to celebrate his apprentice's graduation. The banquet was traditionally hosted by the apprentice, but since his teacher
had already prepared it, Liu Shu couldn't object. Tears welled in his eyes, and he respectfully kowtowed three times to his teacher
, then burst into tears. Old Man Liu, also with tears streaming down his face, said that the past three years had been difficult for his son, working tirelessly from dawn till
dusk, studying with his life on the line. From now on, his great-grandfather wouldn't be by his side; whether he succeeded or not, it would all depend on him.
The grandfather and grandson drank until midnight. Liu Shu missed his mother, who must be waiting for her
son's return, so he rose to take his leave, kowtowing three more times to his teacher before wiping away his tears.
Liu Shu had a motorcycle, but his great-grandfather wouldn't allow him to ride it, saying it was dangerous after drinking. How could he refuse his teacher's kindness?
Willow Tree walked home under the cover of night. Fortunately, the moonlight was bright, illuminating the road clearly, so he didn't need a flashlight and
hummed a little tune as he walked. When he reached the Liuhe Bridge, Willow Tree saw two
naked figures, like white radishes, entangled together in the grass about five or six zhang away from where he was standing. They were swaying back and forth, and he could vaguely hear obscene cries coming from them
. Judging from the cries, Willow Tree roughly recognized Aunt Hua Feng. He thought to himself, "This shameless slut is
having an affair in the wild. Who is the man with her? Is it the village chief? Bah! This dog couple, they act all respectable during the day, but
come here to cause trouble at night, aren't they afraid of polluting the Liuhe River?" Could it be that the man wasn't the village chief? Willow Tree thought for a
moment and then suddenly realized, and loudly sang "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy": "Heavenly King covers the Earth Tiger, Pagoda suppresses the River Demon!" Looking at the grass again, a gust of wind blew, and
the white radishes disappeared as if they had become spirits. The willow tree startled the wild mandarin ducks away and secretly begged Yama, the King of Hell, for forgiveness, pleading with him not to shorten
its lifespan.
The willow tree, laughing and cursing all the way, soon returned home. Opening the door, it was shocked to
see its mother's room on the second floor, a light on, and the sound of soft sobbing coming from within. The willow tree strode up three steps at a time,
reaching its mother's room in one breath. The door was open, and in the light, its mother's hair was disheveled, her trousers were pulled down beside the bed, and the buttons of her blouse were torn off
, scattered on the floor. Her front was wide open, revealing her white belly, and her large breasts
bulged from the tattered clothes. Tian Xing'er covered her face and sobbed, perhaps overwhelmed with grief and anger, not
knowing how to conceal herself from her son's gaze. The willow tree's head was buzzing, and it urgently asked, "Mom, what happened? Who did this?" Tian Xing'er
only cried, ignoring her son's questions. The willow tree, anxious, asked again. Tian Xing'er stopped crying and said it was the village
chief. Liu Shu was taken aback at first, then hurriedly asked if she had let him take advantage of her. Upon hearing this, Tian Xing'er's tears, which she had held back
, started flowing again. She threw herself onto the quilt, sticking out her two large buttocks, which swayed and trembled. Liu Shu
was dizzy from the swaying. The whiter his mother's buttocks looked, the higher his anger rose. Without hesitation
, he rushed downstairs, grabbed a knife and axe, and went to the village chief's house to fight. Tian Xing'er was startled and chased after him into the yard, clinging to her son tightly
, saying, "If you dare to go, I'll kill myself by hitting my head against this pillar!"

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