Inman turned over the pamphlet for a while. The gray paper was rough in texture and poorly printed. These titles were potato emperor food kale soul nourishing wheat flour leading to a richer life.
The last title attracted Inman’s attention. He read it carefully, leading to a richer life.
This is what many people pursue the woman, but I’m not sure that a bag of flour can make people rich.
To Inman, according to his experience, wealth is really hard to get unless you count the ups and downs in them, but it is another matter if a person really wants that kind of wealth.
Lack is the normal state of life, I think so, the woman said
It’s Inman Road.
The woman leaned over the lid of the stove and knocked out the sparks left in the pot of the tobacco bag, then put it back in her mouth and blew it so hard that it almost blew. She took a tobacco bag from her apron pocket, refilled it with calluses, compacted the tobacco with her thumb, lit a straw in the fire and put it in the mouth of the tobacco bag to suck until she was satisfied.
How did you get that big red scar and those two small new injuries? She asked.
The neck injury fell near the global pub last summer.
Fight in a bar and get cut with a knife
At the edge of Petersburg during the war.
So it was shot by the union army
They want to occupy the Ben Wilden railway line. Our goal is to prevent them from fighting in all kinds of places, such as short pine forests, brooms, grass, farmland, etc. It’s a jungle, and the weather in the hateful lowlands is sultry. We are all sweating and our trousers can rub sweat.
I guess you must have thought about playing it many times, and if you were a little wider than your thumb, you wouldn’t live, and now you almost blew your head off.
be
It looks as if it might crack
It feels like this possibility.
What about the new injury? How did it come about?
It’s all the same, Inman said
Northern army
Not another group.
The woman waved the cigarette in front of her and seemed impatient with the complicated details of Inman’s injury. Well, she said that these new injuries were not serious and were covered by hair after healing. No one in your heart would know that when her fingers touched your hair, she would notice a small scar. I wonder if it was worth it after so many wars, big shots and slaves.
I don’t think so.
What else can you think? She said that I have been to many places in Pingping area. Black slaves make those rich people arrogant and ugly, and make the poor despicable. It is a curse of the earth. People are setting fire to the slaves. Is it against the emperor to liberate the slaves?
No, I know almost no one.
Then what makes you angry and not afraid of death to fight?
Four years ago, maybe I can say a reason. Now I really don’t know, but I’ve really had enough of all this.
Is this a true answer?
I think many people went to war to drive out the invasion. I know a man who has been to a big city in the north. He said that there is no good place there. We just fought to avoid becoming like them. I know that it is a man who is willing to liberate slaves and pay his life. Then he thinks too kindly of human nature.
Since there are so many wars to fight, I wonder why you are deserting.
It’s a vacation
Yes, she leaned back and giggled as if she heard a big joke, soldier on vacation, but she said it was stolen without proof
I lost it.
She stopped laughing and looked at Inman and said, Look, I don’t touch any side. Are you a deserter or not? It’s like spitting into this furnace for me. I don’t care at all.
It seems that in order to prove herself, she vomited a black and thick sputum and drew an arc to fall into the open oven door accurately. She turned back to Inman and said that it was dangerous for you to do so, that’s all.
He looked at her eyes and was surprised to find that it was full of goodwill, although she always talked so hard for a long time. No one ever made him feel depressed like this sheep mother-in-law. He said that every time he thought that he had left home with passion to fight for the poor mill workers in the North Army in 161, he felt ashamed. They knew how many painful lessons it would take to believe that when loading, they should move forward. This is why the number of our enemies is so large that even their own government does not value it. He seems to be exhausted year after year, but he still can’t kill them until you are tired of killing them.
Then he told me that this morning, he found a late-maturing blueberry with a gray-blue backlight on the sunny side. He picked a few for breakfast, and then he saw a group of migrating pigeons going somewhere in the far south for the winter. When they flew over, they blocked the sun for a moment. At that time, he thought that these things had not changed, and the mature birds were still flying for four years. He saw that the experience was not only change but also change. He guessed that the expectation for change should be a factor in forming the initial war mania, and new faces, new places and new lives were all very attractive. Gravitation is the new law. You can kill people at will without going to jail, but instead you will be decorated for fighting. This is just lip service. Inman now thinks that chatting is boring with day-to-day life. People have taken up arms and wars to get rid of the unchanging life, get rid of the rising sun and the setting of the four seasons, and build a new integrated climate. Inman has not escaped its temptation, but sooner or later, watching people kill each other indiscriminately with all kinds of tools will make you tired and sick. That morning, he looked at the blueberry pigeons and was happy that they had been waiting for their recovery.
Listen to him. The woman thought for a moment, and then the mouth of the pipe pointed at his neck. Does it still hurt?
It doesn’t seem to stop if it hurts all the time.
It seems to be as red as his mother’s apple, but I can help you. This is my line.
She got up and took a basket of air-dried poppies from the cupboard to make tincture of opium. She picked the poppy shells one by one, sewed them and punctured them, then put them in a glaze jar and put them by the stove, waiting for the opium to spread slowly.
It’ll be fine in a while, and then add some corn wine and sugar to it, which will make it more comfortable to drink. Let it soak for a while, increase the concentration and cure the pain. A headache can do anything. If you can’t sleep, just take a sip and lie in bed, and soon you will be unconscious.
She went to the cupboard again, took a narrow jar, dipped her finger in some black ointment like axle oil and applied it to Inman’s neck and head wound, which smelled bitter with strong herbs. When her finger first touched Inman’s wound, he couldn’t help shaking.
It’s just pain. She said that it will eventually disappear. When it disappears, you will forget how much it hurt at the beginning. It will gradually fade away and the pain will not stay in our hearts as long as happiness. This is a gift given to us by God and a sign that he cares for us.
Inman wants to argue with her, but he thinks it’s best to keep silent and let her think whatever she wants, so that she can get comfort from it, even if her idea is wrong, but he doesn’t listen to me, saying, I want to investigate what pain is, and what is the heart of people?
The old lady looked at the fire in the oven door, then looked at her forefinger with greasy ointment. She quickly rubbed her thumb on her forefinger for three times, then rubbed it clean on the apron and worried about her fingers. She let go and told Inman that when you reach my age, it will be painful enough to remember happiness long ago.