从老大家到坎下老二家,三百米。把螺蛳连肉带壳捣碎,再和着几样草药捣成泥,糊在一张纸上,一贴膏药就做好了。八爷揣上膏药,双手笼在棉衣袖子里,出门了。老大两口子都卖鱼去了,八爷出门后,用一把大锁将院门锁上。八爷腰间挂着一串钥匙,大门的、牛圈的、鸡屋的,都归他管。深秋的风,吹在脸上刺喇喇的。八爷不走新路,走老路。新路上车多,那些车都像疯了一样,飞快,前些天还撞死了一个人。 From the old people to the second home, three hundred meters. The snail with meat shell crushed, and then with a few herbs mash, paste in a piece of paper, a plaster is done. Bye hides on the plaster, his hands in the cotton sleeve jacket, go out. Boss boss selling fish to go, bye out, with a large lock will be locked on the courtyard. Bye hung a bunch of keys in his waist, the door, the cattle circle, chicken houses, are owned by him. Autumn wind, blowing in his face thorn. Bye, do not take the new road, take the old road. Many cars on the new road, those cars are like crazy, fast, a few days ago also killed a man.