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                                                                                             “卖不？”                                                                                                                                                                 “当然卖。”                                                                                                                                                                 “怎么卖？”                                                                                                                                                                 “五毛钱一碟。”                                                                                                                                                                 道年老汉在身上摸索了半天，摸出一张皱巴巴的二元票子。                                                                                                                                                                 “两元钱五碟，卖不？”                                                                                                                                                                 “行行行。”                                                                                                                                                                 道年老汉狼吞虎咽地吃完了五碟腊牛肉，摸了把嘴巴，打了两个响嗝，浑身来了力气。他想，这下可以不回家吃饭连轴转，捎话让老婆送点开水就行。他将烟锅里的烟灰弹掉，转身钻进玉米林。                                                                                                                                                                 道年老汉干了一会儿，觉得胃里难受，想吐又吐不出来，自以为是自己饿极了吃得太猛太急造成的，也就没大在意。再过一会儿觉得胃痛，而且扩散到五脏六腑。这痛一步步加剧，直痛得他头上冒汗，眼前金星子乱窜。他踉跄了几下，栽倒了……                                                                                                                                                                 道年老婆做好饭，左等右等不见老汉回来，出门看了几回，不见他的影子，心里嘀咕着：“这死老头，干起活来就不要命了，连饭都不吃了!”太阳快要落山的时候，她心里毛了，赶紧拉了架子车，踉踉跄跄地赶到地里去。地头上堆起一大堆棒子，却不见他的人影儿。她一边往玉米林里钻一边喊：“春儿爹，该收工了。连饭都不吃，你不饿吗？掰下这么多，还要拉回去呢。”连喊几声，没有一点回应。她继续往里走。他突然发现老汉蜷曲在地里

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