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I personally experienced this story. I am a child who likes to travel. When he was young, he is still the same as he is now. Because of this, I have seen strange things that many people may not have seen in my life.
Before telling this story, first I want to introduce my hometown. My hometown is in the southwest of Lu, a little-known mountain village. The name is King Caomiao. Listening to the people in the village, our ancestors first immigrated from Shanxi. When the ancestors first came here, it was just a dilapidated temple. Because of the long time, it is impossible to identify the architecture of the era. Most of the immigrant ancestors were surnamed Wang. Later, the temple was renovated. Because no rubble was found, the straw was used as the roof. Cao Temple King. As the name implies, this is how it came out.
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These are the past. So I just mentioned it by the way.
I grew up in such an environment when I was a kid. Over time, in the environment of the new society, the villagers have become increasingly wealthy. Now red brick buildings have been built. The temples in memory no longer exist. What is left is nothing but endless memories and sighs.
Remember clearly. At that time, on the north side of the village were large areas of wasteland and graves. In summer, the mad grass and wild trees can be said to cover the sky. In it, it’s like a world supported by greenery, boundless, and easy to get lost in. In winter, thatch with a height of one person withered and rustled in the cold wind. It will make people feel good or scary. But I especially like it there. Because after reading literacy, I found that the text on the tombstones in front of many tombs is very interesting. Later, I slowly understood the ancient scripts, and several of them were actually county magistrates and prefects in the Qing Dynasty. It seems that this place is really not simple.
The story happened in this period.
In my limited memory, there is a crazy woman named Yahui in the village. All day crazy, sometimes not even wearing clothes. The people in the village sneered when they saw it, lest they could avoid it, as if they saw the god of plague. If you put it in the current hospital for diagnosis, it is undoubtedly a mental illness. As for what caused the woman named Yahui, the villagers never talked about it. So far this has been a mystery in my heart.