The village is a very small village. According to the older generation, there were less than a hundred people in the village at that time.
The era is a very unfortunate era, it is the chaotic Republic of China.
There is a family in the village, two brothers.
In the villages at that time, there were always floods every year, and crops were always harvested. In times of severe flooding, even the villages could be submerged, and the crops were even less harvested. At that time, I am afraid that people will starve to death.
The floods in this village did not come from the river, but from the continuous rainstorm in the rainy season. It is said that one year, the rainstorm lasted for seven days and seven nights, and the whole village was submerged.
The houses in the village are all adobe houses, and they fall down as soon as the water is immersed. So many houses collapsed in the water and became piles of rubble.
At that time, marriage became simple because of poverty. Give a bag of food and the woman will go home with you.
However, the two brothers did not even have a bag of grain.
The elder brother is called Shitou, and the younger brother is called Muzhu. Although he is very hardworking, the hardworking farmers often don’t have enough to eat.
This is the tragedy of that era, not to mention the annual natural disasters here.
My elder and younger brothers have lived for half their lives and have not yet married a wife.
Of course, they didn’t marry a daughter-in-law. First, their parents died early and they didn’t make a marriage appointment. Second, they were poor, a farmer, or a tenant, living well. Even if you can’t eat enough, where can I get the money to marry a wife? The more important point is that the younger brother is sick and the older brother has to take care of him, so no woman wants to marry them.
So they were so brothers and afflicted, for more than 40 years.
My younger brother often fell ill. When he fell ill, he foamed at the mouth and trembled all over the body. Sometimes he would roll all over the floor in pain. The villagers said that the lamb was crazy, but some said no.
Anyway, it is a disease that cannot be cured.
Whenever this time, my brother has to take care of him, because maybe he will hit the wall, he hits the wall many times, but the result is that the person is not dead, but the head is A few more packages.
The land they rented is in the south of the village. It is close to a big sand dune. The geology is not good, so they can only grow sorghum. So they plant a lot of sorghum. The red sorghum ears often attract many sparrows. At this time, the elder brother came to watch, and the younger brother often came to deliver meals, and the two brothers talked and laughed. It was a very warm scene.
Poor is poor. It may be because of poverty that these two brothers are so warm throughout their lives. The villagers have never seen them quarrel.
It’s not light in the morning, two brothersGoing to the ground with a hoe.
Then it gets late, sometimes the younger brother will go back first, sometimes the older brother and younger brother will go back together.
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They all have long faces, because they can’t eat enough all the year round, and their tall physiques are almost skinny.
Even their long faces, sunken eye sockets, are full of the vicissitudes of the years and the brutality of the years.
In the autumn of this year, my brother went to a town a hundred miles away to buy a sickle. (At that time, there were no farm tools in the village, and he had to travel a hundred miles to buy everything. City), while the younger brother was looking at sorghum at home, who knew that the older brother never came back when he left.
My brother is dead.
After a long time, a message came from a person in a nearby village, saying that my brother was robbed by bandits when he was passing by the “big forest”, the man was also killed, and the body is still there. In the woods.
The big woods is a barren woods. It is said that the woods is more than forty miles away, and it is often haunted by bandits.
The younger brother went to carry his corpse back and buried him in the sorghum field.
He started to talk to himself, saying what he had said to his brother before, and he kept talking.
It’s as if my brother is beside me.
It started to rain again that night, and my brother was sitting at the window, smiling happily.
The neighbor, Mr. Sun, was puzzled. There was obviously no one. Why didn’t it seem that his brother was laughing alone?
He screamed Lao Zai, and his wife saw an oil lamp lit in his brother’s room, fascinated, as if he was drinking with someone.
I heard my brother say: “Brother, you drink.”
Then I heard the sound of wine glasses colliding.
I heard my brother say again: “Brother, this year our sorghum harvest is very good. After paying the rent, there is a bag of grain left, or marry you a wife?”
There seemed to be a sigh.
The sigh sounded like that of a brother.
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The old man Sun and his wife are terrified, is there a ghost? Or is my brother crazy?
They called someone else.
When there are more people, they have ideas, and when there are more people, they are also courageous. More than 30 men and women from more than 20 households carry lanterns and walk to his brother’s house.
When he saw him running out crazy, he shouted: “Brother don’t go, I will accompany you to see the sorghum field.”
Down hereWhat a heavy rain, it’s night again, what sorghum field to see?
The younger brother ran very fast, as if chasing people closely.
But there was no one in front of him, not one at all.
My brother is crazy.
People say that my brother is crazy.
The younger brother ran so fast in the rain, no one could catch up, let alone see the road in the night, people thought he was running to the sorghum field.
His brother is buried in the sorghum field.
Everyone is scared. Many people dare not follow along. Some people say that the ghost of brother is here.
A few older men followed. They carried lanterns and followed their younger brother’s footprints all the way.
Finally arrived at the sorghum field.
A little big humanity said: “Where can there be any ghosts? I scare myself, I think the wood must be crazy.”
Another person agreed: “There are two brothers at home. My brother is dead, isn’t my brother going crazy?”
Suddenly a person yelled to you in horror: “Look. “
Everyone looked to the ground, and it was obvious that there were only the footprints of the younger brother just now, but now there are two people, and the extra footprint is very large, and the larger one is towards the mill.
Who has such a big footprint?
There is only one answer, and that is ghosts.
Everyone cheered each other up, followed the big footprints bravely, the footprints disappeared in front of the brother’s grave, and the younger brother passed out there.
Everyone took his brother back, and he woke up the next day and asked, “Where is my brother?”
No one told him.
He asked again: “Where is my brother?”
Old man Sun said: “Wood, your brother••••••He died Now.”
“You guys are talking nonsense, my brother is not dead.” My brother seemed to say the same.
“He often comes to see me at night.” The brother said it was true.
The younger brother grinned and said: “I told my brother, our brothers cannot be separated.”
Then he yelled , And then got sick again.
Everyone sighed and shook their heads.
How should this brother live? How would he live without a brother?
That night, the rain was still pouring,The younger brother finally died.
People went to collect his body and saw that there were big footprints on the ground outside his window, as big as a millstone!