Daomu Biji extra 1 part18

Xu A Qin's village, Zhao Shandu, was also beside the mountain stream, but the stream was very wide there, so it had a ferry at that time. Later, when the bridge was built, the ferry was abandoned, but Zhao Shandu's name was still used. The bridge was ancient, full of herring reliefs that were said to be about something from the town's stream. Legend said that there were originally stone carvings of turtles at the bridge head, which were later stolen.

We got in my car and I listened to Uncle Two's story the entire way over. When talking about the stone carving of the turtles, I saw that Uncle Three's face had changed, so I asked if he did it. “I'm ashamed of not catching up,” he said. As far as he knew, his old man—my grandfather— may have been the one that did it. If not, he at least had a part in it, because he saw similar things at home when he was a child.

Biao Gong didn't come with me, and my little car couldn't hold so many people, so it was only Uncle Two, Uncle Three, and one of Uncle Three's buddies that tagged along.

Zhao Shandu was definitely not far from here. Looking up at the mountainside from the entrance of the village, you could see a temple belonging to Zhao Shandu upstream. But driving would kill you. The mountain road tested my driving skills to the extreme, and I had gone less than 20 yards before it was already noon.

This was the time for the ancestral tomb to be reburied. I didn't want to take part in it, so I gave myself an excuse to be a driver and ran away. Biao Gong said that our birth dates were inauspicious so we should withdraw, and my father was the only one who took part. He looked much better today, but he was resting before and didn't know about all the bad things that had happened.

When we arrived at Zhao Shandu, we asked if anyone knew a centenarian named Xu A Qin. It turned out that he was very famous and as soon as we asked, we were told where he lived. The village wasn't large, and we soon arrived at his home.

It was a very shabby wooden house, with half of the tiles gone and almost transparent from top to bottom. Entering the gate, I saw a wire in the courtyard with a lot of pickles hanging, and a dish I didn't recognize was still on the ground. A withered old man huddled in the doorway to bask in the sun, dressed in blue linen and a fluffy hat.

“Damn it, number two, who said eating pickles makes you short-lived?” Uncle Three muttered.

“Call me second brother, not number two.” Uncle Two said.

I refrained from laughing and followed them. The old man looked up at us, obviously a little surprised, and the moment I saw his face, my heart thumped.

I had never seen such an old face, and the feeling was indescribable. I had seen many old people—including hundred-year-olds—before, and I could accept those people's faces, but this one made me feel a little scared. That face was too old. Was he really only over a hundred years old?

Uncle Two explained our purpose for being there. Xu A Qin had no reaction and didn't stand up. He just nodded and moved his toothless lips as if thinking. After waiting for two minutes, he began to speak and said in the pure old Changsha dialect: “I don't know if I can remember something from such a long time ago.”

“Please think about it.” Uncle Two said.

“If you buy some of my pickles, I'll think about it.” Xu A Qin pointed to the pickles hanging on the wire.

My Uncle Two and I were both stunned. Despite being so old, I understood this man very well. We looked at each other and Uncle Three asked, “How much is it?”

Uncle Three's idea was that when Xue A Qin said this, he meant it as a cover and was really asking for money. Of course, the price wouldn't be the real price of a pickle, but something very high. This was a way to get ripped off.

“Two yuan each.”

We looked at each other again, feeling that the old man really just wanted to sell some pickles. “Ok, then we'll buy three,” Uncle Three said, then motioned for me to pay.

Damn it, he was making me pay again, but I was too embarrassed to say no so I felt around my pocket. I only came up with a hundred and five yuan, reflexively saying: “Five yuan for three pickles.”

Uncle Three gave me a smack in the head: “You're trying to fucking bargain at a time like this?” He took the hundred and handed it to the old man. "Master, I've bought all of them. Please think quickly.”

Xu A Qin received the money with trembling hands and held it up to the sun before saying, “What did you ask me just now?”

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