他举目环顾,四周寂无一人,只有水沟那边骨瘦如柴的老牛疑惑地望着他。“嗨,旺,嗬伊,嗬伊!”萨利姆朝老牛一边发着吆喝声,一边甩动着手臂。老牛笨缓地退至一边。他一手握着砍蔗刀,一手提着黄麻袋腾地跳过水沟。落地时,他双脚一打滑,侧身摔倒了。原来他踩在一堆还在冒着热气的牛粪上了。“啊呀,该死的臭牛粪!”萨利姆高声骂着,顺手用刀背敲了一下牛的屁股。“该让狗来咬死你们这些臭畜生!” He looked around, surrounded by silence, only the gnarled cow over the ditch looked at him in disbelief. “Hey, wang, wu, yi!” Salem slammed his arm toward the cow as he shouted. Cattle slowly back to the side. He was holding a cut cane knife in one hand and jumped into the ditch with his jute bag in one hand. When he landed, he slipped his feet and fell sideways. It turned out he stepped on a pile of still steaming cow dung on. “Ah ah, damn stinky cow dung!” Salem shouted loudly, tapping the buttocks with a knife back easily. “Let the dog bite you stinking animals!”