Badaohe

Badaohe

Badaohe, edited by Miao Huaqiu, takes Shanya's life as the main narrative line. Badaohe highlights the local conditions and customs of Badaohe through the complicated and changeable stories among several families in a rural street, so as to promote the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature.

Basic introduction

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The Pojia family survived a beach fight, but it brought about three generations of political entanglement and displacement, which was finally clarified 40 years later. In Badaohe, edited by Miao Huaqiu, there are two love stories: young Shanya is willing to endure a misunderstanding and marry Powa without regret. When the middle-aged biaozhuang and his sister-in-law in the street couldn't be completely attached for more than ten years, they died together, which is a pity. This book is a novel.

About the author

Miao Huaqiu was born in 1943 in Weihai, Shandong Province. He has been a farmer for 20 years and a teacher for 20 years. The author of the rural customs in a meticulous taste of the understanding: success and failure, gain and loss, good and evil, true and false, confused in the evolution of history, several times difficult to distinguish right and wrong. The author is the "truth" that draws the essence from chaos. During the teaching period. He has published more than 20 novels. In 2011, he published a collection of novels, city and country. Then he wrote the novel Badaohe.

Book catalogue

01 childhood Shanya 02 Powa childhood 03 sea disaster, poyin mountain escape 04 Shanya 18-year-old 05 political suspicion, Po family away from home 06 Shanya blind date 07 poyin mountain foreign land, abandon fishing Xuenong 08 Badaohe flood is long, Powa swim to save Shanya 09 smelting steel, Badaohe night fire for 10 days In the cold month of October, the snow intercepted Badaohe. In the snowy night, the life and death of the little army were uncertain. In the night, the graveyard of Powa beat "ghost" 12 Xie Powa. Shanya wore cotton shoes for the first time. In the spring, "Tuba road" returned home. In Dawa village, it was said that "widow Street" 15 "widow Street" was not peaceful. In 16 years of famine, poyin mountain died without a burial place "Widow Street": old reminiscence, less spring, new street appearance, 18 "penguins" and biaozhuang intervene, right and wrong 19 Shanya and Powa talk from the bottom of their hearts 20 Qian shoujiangdong's political skills 21 "xiaowuyong's" trap "old Shensuan" 22 "widow Street": transplanting flowers and connecting trees; peach colored donkey bells 23 are inextricably linked, and good things go through 24 hours Dadong once again rinsed Lu Shier 25 "xiaosiqing", Qian Shoujiang took office as village branch secretary 26 "daxiqing", Penguin became women director 27 "Cultural Revolution", Qian Shoujiang came out, Powa "went in" 28, Powa understood Shanya 29, Shanya's new wedding day, happened to meet a long time ago lover 30 vent private anger, Qian Shoujiang revenge Dawa village 31 Shi Chun's death, "old mother" beat "Penguin" 32 Shanya Powa sweet new year's Eve 33 Lu Shi Er's new fame 34 Shanya ligation, "Penguin" afraid of false 35 died together 36 rainy night to send off love for owe 37 "Penguin" death is still in the winter of 38, Powa big wedge open God's door 39 Lu Shi's second death, Xiao Wu Yong's cry for "Lao Shensuan"

abstract

01 childhood Shanya Shanya was born into a poor family in the mountain. When she was five or six years old, Shanya ran barefoot in the street. The neighborhood said that the little girl looked like a boy: thick legs, big stick, solid body, pungent As a child, she was the boy's partner. In the winter when I was 7 years old, there was a little ice skating in the center of the small street. Several boys with neat boots and hats skated on the ice skating in turn. They were very happy. Shanya only wears a hollow cotton padded jacket on her upper body and a pair of trousers on her lower body. She squats barefoot in front of the Chaoyang house wall in the sun to watch her friends skate. She is so envious and anxious that she also wants to skate. But how can she slide without shoes? After a long time, Shanya was itching so much that she got up and ran barefoot. She took time to skate on the ice and ran to the front of the house wall to get warm in the sun. At this time, she was very beautiful. When Shanya was 8 years old in autumn, she drove her donkey home from the mountain to deliver peanuts and sweet potatoes for personal use. The little black donkey who was driven down was not tricky. Peanuts to home, mother to unload the load, and then the mountain Ya on the donkey's back. Shanya sat on the donkey's back, holding the reins in his hand, chirping and yelling from time to time, and went back to the field freely, one by one. Shanya, it's for personal use. Shanya can carry a hoe when she is 10 years old and go to the field with her mother to hoe. This summer, mother and daughter hoed for a long time. It began to drizzle. Mother said: it's raining. Let's go home. When I got home, it was almost time to make lunch. My mother put the leftovers into the pot and covered it. She lowered her head and used a fire stick to poke the ashes under the stove. The fire buried in the ashes went out. She went to the lamp house and picked up the matchbox: there were only five or six matches left in the box. This was the only box of matches in the family. Most of them were opened when there was no fire in the ash under the stove to get a match for emergency use. As soon as her mother saw that there were not many matches in the matchbox, she handed Shanya a burnt paper roll which was usually reserved for borrowing a fire. She said, "go out to someone else's house and borrow a fire!" "There's a match in the box. Why do you use it to borrow a fire?" "Don't you save a match? You are idle, too "Who's going to borrow it? It's still early for lunch. " "Whoever smokes from his chimney will borrow it!" After the mother's voice and color are fierce, "children don't do this thing, wait for adults to do it?" Yamaya rolled out the door with a piece of fire paper with both ends exposed outside her little hand. Shanya took advantage of the fire. She stood in the street and looked up at the chimneys on the ridges of the houses. She found that there was a chimney with white smoke at the west end of the street. Shanya went to the house and lit the fire paper roll. She went back quickly, just in time for the drizzle. Before she went far, the fire of the paper roll was drenched out by the rain. He quickly turned back to light the fire, and soon put out the fire. The third time, after Shanya started the fire, he simply covered the burning red paper with a pair of small hands and ran home quickly Panting for breath, she ran home. Her mother was filling the kitchen with grass and waiting for Shanya to borrow the fire. She was so worried that she said in a thick voice, "shangwaitouer is back at this time!" "It's raining outside, and I've been drenched to death when I lit the fire twice..." Shanya looked at her angry mother with a sad face and pursed her lips. Mother took the fire paper roll which was handed over by Shanya and blew off the paper dust on the head of the paper roll. The fire paper roll showed a red head and emitted a thin smoke. She touched the red fire head to the weeds under the stove, lowered her head, tilted her neck, and vigorously blew the place where the red paper head contacted with the grass. For a long time, the weeds in the mouth of the stove were smoking and burning. Mother relaxed and looked up at Shanya: Shanya held her hands and looked at the palm of her hand. Mother pulled Shanya's hand: two small palms were burned by fire paper head, two red bubbles, one in each palm "Yazi, does it hurt?" Mother asked bitterly. "No pain..." Shan Ya shakes her head and tears fall from her eyes. "Alas! ——In order to save the match Mother touched Yazi's little hand, a good time of pain. On the first day of frost, Shanya drove his donkey home to deliver sweet potato. In the morning, the first trip to deliver sweet potato, the frost in the shade has not yet melted, yamaya barefoot, hand holding the rein of the donkey, follow the donkey Bata Bata to walk on the frost, and walk into the locust linzigou in the east of the village. This is the place yamaya is most afraid of. The locust Valley has dense trees and narrow roads, especially a small steep slope. Every time the donkey goes downhill, Shanya grabs the rein of the donkey and shouts "Xu -- Xu -- Xu --" the day before yesterday, the donkey suddenly kneels down when it goes down to the middle of the slope. She is so scared that Shanya calls for her mother. Thanks to the harvest adults around her, she raises her pack and helps the donkey go downhill Today, before the first trip to deliver sweet potato, Shanya's heart was raised. As soon as he went downhill, Shanya's mouth was in a hurry and began to cry out for fear that the donkey would still kneel down like yesterday. Unexpectedly, this time the donkey didn't kneel down on the downhill, but the donkey's pack basket hung a tree branch and rolled down. The pack basket rolled down, and the sweet potato spread downhill. The donkey was scared by the roll of the pack basket and ran home Shan Ya's feet were covered with frost, and he watched the donkey run home with the reins. He didn't dare to leave the field. He called his father and mother, and no one answered. Shanya cried Shanya stood firmly on the slope, looking at the basket rolling on the ground and the sweet potato scattered on the slope, a pair of red feet melting the frost at his feet After that, her father sent her down the slope of the locust Valley, and then she drove the donkey away. This year, Shanya really became an indispensable helper for her parents in the harvest season. Children from poor families go to school late. Yamaya entered school at the age of 12. In the autumn of the second year, my mother got up this morning and said to Shanya, "today is a subset of Dongya. Go to the market and buy three jin of salt, one jin of sauce, half Jin of vinegar, a bag of matches and one jin of kerosene." Her mother asked her to write it on the note, and then gave her two yuan and fifty cents. Shanya loaded the money and went to the door. Her mother called her back. Yazi turned around and said, "Yazi, I tell you, this is all the money at home. I sold chicken the day before yesterday

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