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Although she was very tired, Ada found that she was about to fall asleep again and again, then she woke up again and again, wandering around in a daze, waking up extremely depressed, fidgety, sleeping awake, and the worst aspects came together. She felt that she had been cutting grass all night. When she was awake, she could open her eyes and see the shadows of branches shaking in the moonlight on the floor, and the shapes were so gloomy that she was so upset that I didn’t know it. The dark clouds covered the moon and it rained heavily. Ada finally fell asleep.
Ida woke up in Lebanon, and it was raining outside. Her muscles were so sore that she could hardly move. Her hands seemed to still hold the pitchfork, and her head was stretched again and again, and her right eye was tense with fright. There was only a sharp pain, but she was determined to go for a walk in the city as planned, because this time they went mainly for fun, although they really needed to buy some small things. Ruby wanted to supplement their shotguns with some new ammunition. It was getting cold. She planned to kill wild turkeys and deer, and Ida wanted to go to the stationery store. Turn to the inner frame to see if there are any newcomers. I also want to buy a leather diary and some sketch pencils, so that I can continue to record my observation of plants. But the main reason is that Ida feels trapped in the ravine after working for several weeks. She is eager to go to town for air, sore muscles and gloomy mood. The weather was disappointing early in the morning. When they came to the barn and found that the horse’s head was injured by a stone during a day’s work, they couldn’t pull the cart. Even such a frustrating thing could not make Ida turn back.
Even if I climb, I’ll climb into the city. Ida said to Ruby on the back that Ruby squatted in the rain and lifted the horse’s muddy hoof to look at it.
Therefore, Ida was sullen all the way that afternoon, and no matter how hard Ruby tried to tell the birds all kinds of secrets, they passed farms in the foothills of a small valley, and fields were adjacent to each other in the mountains, like a house. Many houses were working in the fields, all of them were women, children, old people of the right age, and they went to war as soldiers, and the tips of corn leaves turned yellow, leaving the old corn cob still standing on the pole, waiting to dry through the corn field in the sunshine and autumn frost. On the ridge lay a bright pumpkin, a sweet pumpkin, a grass, a snake grass and dogwood,
Ada Ruby walked into the city for a while and looked at the roadside shops. Cars and horses looked at the shopping baskets. The temperature of women was getting higher and higher. Ada rolled up her waxed coat and put it under her arm. Ruby tied her sweater around her waist, braided her ponytail hair into a hair ring and hung it down to the back of her neck. The cold mountain was still foggy and much smaller from a distance. At the end of the continuous ridge, a touch of blue protruded and clung to the horizon, losing its three-dimensional sense like a piece of paper pasted on another piece of paper.
The county town is not beautiful and exquisite. One side of the main street is side by side. Four shops are all inlaid with clapboard. Further on, there is a pigsty and a big mud pit. Then there are two shops, a church and a car rental horse line. Across the street, there are three shops. Then there is a white dome-shaped wooden building in front of the court. In front of the court, there is a mottled lawn. Two of the other four shops are brick houses. Then, the town gradually gives way to a grating. The corn stalks in the farmland are yellow. The street is cut by narrow wheels. There are horseshoes everywhere. The
Ada Ruby went to the hardware store to buy medicine pads, lead sand, large lead bullets, fire caps and gunpowder. Ada spent more than her limit at the stationery store. She bought three volumes of Adam Bede’s six thick carbon pens and a good paper diary. Its advantage was that it was small enough to put in her pocket. They also bought a county newspaper from a vendor, and a bigger newspaper was published in Ashville. A woman was selling grass-roots beer carts with a wooden bucket for Ada Ruby. After two people drank the warm drink, they handed tin cup back to the woman. They bought fresh bread with hard cheese and took it to the river to sit on the stone.
It wasn’t long before noon when they dropped by Mrs. Mcknight’s house. She was a rich middle-aged widow who had a passionate romantic feeling for Monroe in a quarter or half a year, but later she became his friend. Because he couldn’t reciprocate, it was too early to have tea in Li Lai, but she was very surprised to see Ida and arranged a more grand reception. It was wet and cool this summer, and there was still ice in her room icehouse at the end of summer. It was cut from the lake in February and wrapped in large sawdust. In addition, they swore to keep it a secret. Later, she confessed that she had returned four barrels of salt and three barrels of sugar, all of which were long before the war. She planned to enjoy an ice cream in such a luxurious way. She told a handyman to smash the ice and turn the machine to process the ice cream. She had made a lot of sugar pancakes before, twisted them into cones and dried them into sweet cones. Now she filled them with ice cream. Ruby, of course, had never eaten anything like this. She ate happily and licked the last drop of white ice cream juice. Pass the pancake cone to Mrs. Mcknight and say, Here, I’ll give it back to you.
Their conversation turned to the war. Later, Mrs. Mcknight’s point of view was consistent with what Ada had read in the newspaper for four years. That is to say, Mrs. Mcknight thought the war was glorious and tragic, full of heroism, and her lofty greatness could be described in non-her words. She told and read a long and touching story that happened in a recent battle and made up her mind about the obvious people in it. Just like the recent battle, the situation in this battle was extremely bad. Just when the defeat was decided to return to heaven, a brave young officer was unfortunate. The battle was still in full swing, and his companion leaned over and held him in his arms to prepare to send him peace of mind. However, the young officer got up with his last breath and pulled out his pistol to fight again. He just stood dead and shot out all the bullets. However, there are some more ridiculous details in this matter. A love letter was found in his body and addressed to his beloved girl. The wording almost accurately showed that the situation was even worse when he died. When this letter was delivered to the girl’s home by the postman, people realized that she had already. After dying of a strange chest disease, it happened that her lover died on the same day and at the same time. At the end of the story, Ida felt itchy on both sides of her nose. She scratched her fingertips without trace, only to find that she had to work hard to keep her mouth from becoming warped and her face shaking.
After Mrs. Mcknight finished speaking, Ada looked around at the carpets and lamps, savoring the leisurely home life. Mrs. Mcknight sat in a velvet chair with her hair tightly curled and hanging down on her sides. She looked so satisfied. It was almost the same as being in Charlestown. Ada felt an impulse and seemed to be used to it again in Charlestown. She said that I had never heard a more ridiculous story, and further added that most people thought the opposite. She thought that this war did not reflect the tragic nobility. Although the battlefields were far apart, she could still feel it for both sides.
She meant to cause shock or anger, but Mrs. Mcknight seemed to find it interesting. She stared at Ida and said with a smile, you know how much I miss you, but you are also the most naive girl I have ever had the luck to know.
Ada fell silent. Rubima came to fill this embarrassing situation. She said what birds she saw in the afternoon, commented on the growth of autumn vegetables, and did not forget to report the big news of Esko Vanzhe’s family. Their black soil radish was amazing, and a gram basket could hold six, but soon Mrs. Mcknight interrupted her and said that maybe you would like to tell us your views on war.
Ruby hesitated for a moment, then said that she didn’t care about the war. From all kinds of news in the north, she knew that it was an evil land of impiety or that there was a god’s money. It is said that under such a greedy creed, people became mean, crazy and jealous of each other. Because of the lack of higher spiritual comfort, the whole family became addicted to each other. They also sent a holiday called Thanksgiving, which Ruby had only recently heard about, but from all kinds of descriptions of the festival, Ruby felt that it also showed cultural degradation and one day knew gratitude.
Later in the afternoon, Adaruby walked out of the city along the street to see a group of people craning their necks at the bottom of the court wall. They also leaned in to see what had happened. At a window on the second floor, a prisoner was shouting at the crowd. He grabbed the grating face of the window with both hands and squeezed it out tightly between two bars. A lock of greasy black hair hung down to his jaw and a pinch of French goatee could be seen across the windowsill, wearing an old military uniform button to his neck.
His speech was as passionate as the street, and his indignation attracted a crowd of listeners. He has been fighting bravely and killed many northern troops. He was shot in the shoulder in Williamsburg, but he recently lost confidence in the war and missed his wife. He was not drafted into the army, but wanted to join the army. He just gave up all his sins and wanted to go home. Now he is imprisoned here and may be hanged for it, even though he is a war hero.
He went on to say that a few days ago, the militia seized him from his father’s farm in a remote ravine on the side of Bassam Mountain. At that time, many people evaded military service and were everywhere in the forest. He said that the only good thing that day was that he believed in his righteousness and told the truth behind the prison bars. Ida Ruby stayed to listen to him tell a sad and bloody story.
Near dusk, the peaks were covered by dense gray clouds, and there was no wind. The rain in Mao Mao was so small that people felt that it would not get wet even if they stayed outside for one night. The only thing was to make all the colors darker, and the poplar leaves were greener. When the horseshoes came from the corner, their father and two others evaded military service and stayed in the room. The father picked up their only firearms and a shotgun, and it was too late to hide in the Woods. The remaining three people grabbed farm tools and turned them into weapons and hid them in the feed bin to observe the road movement from the gap in the palisade.
A small group of poorly dressed cavalry silently turned the corner and slowly came to the hillside. Obviously, they couldn’t get a uniform head. Two of them looked like twins. Tall black people each wore a uniform that might have been collected from dead soldiers. A skinny white-haired teenager dressed as a farmer dressed in canvas pants, brown wool shirt and gray wool coat. The other one looked like a traveling priest wearing a long black western-style suit, twill flannel pants, white shirt and a black bow tie. All of them were horses. A pair of miserable stools, eczema around the waist and neck, green dung stains on the buttocks, yellow mucus dragging in every hole, but their weapons are really excellent, with Kerr pistols on their buttocks, shotguns and rifles in holsters and hanging in saddles.
The prisoner’s father stood waiting for each other in the twilight rain. The old man looked like a ghost. His legs withered in two ruts, and the grass blurred the ridge. He was wearing a home textile wool coat. The gray walnut shell was mashed into pulp and dyed brown. The soft nightcap seemed to be a pool of melting things. The jaw was loose and hung down like fat on both sides of the hound’s lips. He hid the pike behind his back and blocked his legs.
Don’t move, he said when the other party came twenty paces away
The two big boys with white heads didn’t know it. He ordered the heel to clamp the horse’s belly and urged them to continue to move slowly. The priest-like man turned his horse’s head and turned to the side of the road. Spencer’s short carbine was hung on his knee in a holster, so that it was covered by his body. His companions gathered in front of the old man and stopped.
Everything happened in Shi Huo, and people screamed.
The old man suddenly took a gun from behind, struck a big guy with a soft jaw, and then put the gun back. This is an ancient design. The shotgun hammer stands high and the barrel is as thick as a wine glass and a small stream of blood. The big man’s neck disappears into the shirt collar.
The other big fellow, the white-headed boy, sat on horseback in the line of sight and looked across a small cornfield to the opposite forest. They were smiling and seemed to be looking forward to what would be interesting in the forest. Last year, a gray cone was piled up in the corn boundary of the forest.
The old man said, I know who you are by the fence. Come here.
Ge did not move.
The old man said you wouldn’t come.
Ge is still motionless, his face is smiling, but his eyes are like ashes that have been shoveled into the cold furnace.
These big niggers are your slaves, the old man said to Greg
This is the first time I’ve heard of Gertrude, but they’re not me, and you can’t give them to me for nothing.
Who is that