1970 was my second year in the countryside. At the end of the fall of this year, the captain asked me to watch the courtyard for a few days. He said that the two spectators had fallen ill. It was when all the food had entered the field, the spectators had to be reliable. I agreed without saying a word. One is that I have a certain place in the captain’s mind, and the other is that this job is a pretty job, and others can’t find it with a lantern.
There are two people in the temporary auditorium. The other is Uncle Liu, the representative of the poor association of the production team. He is over 60 years old, and he is a bachelor who is full of food and the whole family is not hungry. The members behind him call him “old positive”. Although he is old, he doesn’t know a big character, and he can’t say a complete sentence in fashionable words, he is a sports red and always stands in the forefront of sports. Although he has no power to restrain chickens, he is very active with the dictatorship in the village. Feet.
At that time, although the yield per mu was only three to four hundred catties, the harvest of 1,000 to 800 acres was stacked here, and the corn cobs with the skin looked like a hill. At that time, the north was not frozen and not playing. Because at the end of autumn, the members have to carry out the basic construction of the farmland. Sometimes the show has to be extended until the Spring Festival. I just entered the courtyard and didn’t make a long-term plan. Unexpectedly, Uncle Liu told me that night: “You can watch with peace of mind, they won’t do it anymore.” Uncle Liu said they were referring to the previous audience. I asked strangely: “Isn’t it that they have a cold. They will come back after a few days of raising it?” Uncle Liu didn’t rush to answer me. He picked up the cigarette bag and put a pot of dry cigarettes on and sucked it. The couple opened the conversation: “They said they saw ghosts in the courtyard. You said that we poor and lower middle peasants can believe that stuff, right?” “See ghosts?” Although I don’t believe in ghosts by nature, I am still a machine. Looking out through a small glass window, there was only a small 15-watt light bulb in the entire courtyard, shining faintly yellow. The north wind rustled the corn stalks, and a shadow dangling by the sorghum stack made my hair stand upside down. But in the small shack with no lights, Uncle Liu couldn’t see my expression. To prevent Uncle Liu from being timid, I touched his cigarette pocket, rolled a cigarette and took a few puffs, but it made me cough.
The more you are afraid of ghosts, the more you want to get to the bottom of it. Uncle Liu said that this courtyard was originally a cemetery. It was the tomb of Cao’s family, a big family in the village. The old Cao’s family is not known for several generations. They are buried here after death. There must be large and small graves. A hundred. In the year of the “Four Cleansing” movement, the tombs of the province were flattened, and the tombs of Cao Jiazu were also flattened. The last deceased in Cao’s family funeral was Cao Laowu the year before the grave. Cao Laowu was in his 50s when he died, and he didn’t usually see any illness. He just squatted in the toilet in the morning and scared the young Han Cuihua, the director of the Women’s Federation of the brigade, to death. Are you strange? Han Cuihua had a meeting at the team office late that night. She didn’t go home, so she stayed at the team office. She also got up early to go to the bathroom, but Cao Laowu also squatted in the bathroom. At that time, it was still dark, Han Cuihua was dark insideThe thing was so frightened that he screamed, and since then, his nerves became confused. As a result, the unmarried object also blew, and now he dare not leave the door all day long. At that time, Cao Laowu fell headlong in the toilet. No one can tell whether it was Han Cuihua who frightened Cao Laowu or Cao Laowu frightened Han Cuihua. The grave was laid a year after Cao Laowu’s death. He was fine, and the capital of the corpse in the coffin was not broken. Are you strange? For the first few days, the two people who watched the scene said they had seen Cao Laowu, and they were so scared that they never dared to watch the scene again.
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This night, I didn’t sleep with Uncle Liu. Although I have never seen the old Cao Wu he said, it’s so quiet in the middle of the night, there is always something gloomy. a feeling of. www.guidaye.com
The next day, there was a power outage in the whole village. It was another cloudy day, and the whole village was lifeless. After all, Uncle Liu was very old. Before 8 o’clock in the evening, he was lying on the warm soil kang and snoring. Holding the steel fork alone, I went around in a routine routine and returned to the small shack. Because I had nothing to do, I took out a deck of playing cards and set it up. Around 10 o’clock, I want to go out for convenience, and lie down when I come back. Since Uncle Liu told the ghost story, I used to look out of the small window before going out. It didn’t matter that I saw a dark figure wearing a high hat, coming straight to the courtyard from far and near. I woke up Uncle Liu softly. He heard that there was a dark shadow, and he was so frightened that he didn’t dare to come out. He told me not to fight with ghosts. I thought to myself, if my five-foot-tall man is frightened by ghosts, if it is really spread out, I will not be able to stay in the village in the future. Relying on my youth and vigor, I grabbed the steel fork and gently pushed the door towards the ghost. This steel fork is used for loading sorghum heads in autumn carts, and it is a hole in the blood when it is stuck on a ghost. I walked around the corn pile, and at a glance I saw a dark figure squatting next to the corn pile, gently peeling the corn husks while filling the sack with cobs. My heart immediately became clear, and I suddenly lit the flashlight, and shouted, “Who?” The person turned around in a rush. I saw him wearing a high hat with a terrifying face and a blood-red tongue sticking out of his mouth. It turned out to be an evil spirit! I took a step back in fright, and the ghost stood up suddenly, reaching out his claws and screaming at me. I thought it was too late to run, so I simply closed my eyes and raised the steel fork to stab the evil spirit. The ghost squatted down swiftly, but the tall hat was stabbed to the ground. It was originally tied with paper, and a bald head appeared. If he didn’t squat down and stab him in the chest, even the ghost would die. I saw the ghost knelt on the ground all of a sudden, shouting: “Brother, be merciful!” “Who are you, dare to pretend to be a ghost?” I asked loudly. The ghost slowly took off his mask and fake tongue, and my flashlight shone directly on his face. It was then clear that he was a blacksmith Du who had just moved to the village.
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Du Tiejiang is a native of Hebei and a relative of the “old positive” Uncle Liu. Also a craftsman invited from the village. When he first arrived, he didn’t have enough food to eat, so he came up with this pretending idea to steal. He knelt on the ground and kept kowtow to me.He teared his nose and said, “Big brother, please raise your hand high, and I will never dare anymore. If you hand me over, I won’t be able to stay here anymore, please!” Look at him The pitiful look of Zhang reminds me that when I was watching youth last year, I personally caught a big old Zhao who stole corn. This old Zhao is also a foreigner. After he was caught, I also knelt on the ground begging for mercy, but I handed him over to the production team. Not only did I fine him 10 times, but also paraded him wearing a high hat. As a result, his already poor family was even more incapable of being punished. He could not lift his head in front of the villagers, and soon moved to another country. The day before I left, I happened to meet him, but I didn’t have the courage to look at his face. Because I had merit in arresting him, I joined the party that year and became a good example of youth, but I think it was I who harmed him.
Looking at this blacksmith Du at my feet, I think if I hand him over, I will be able to get ahead again, but it may also cause him to run so far from the countryside of Hebei to give him love for nothing. Become a dream. So I put down the steel fork and said to him: “You get up and go back, don’t do this again in the future.” I also took out the only 5 yuan that I had and said, “If you don’t have food, just take it and buy some. Food.” Du Tiesmith looked at me like he didn’t believe it. In the end, he didn’t ask for my money, so he poured out the corn and walked back and forth. I mixed his stripped corn into the pile and returned to the shack. Uncle Liu asked me, I said nothing was found. Since then, no haunting has been found in the courtyard. Other folks said to me, “This kid is born (dared), and he is not afraid of ghosts.”
That winter, because I had nothing to do, I also learned from the blacksmith as my teacher. He learned a lot of craftsmanship in ironing and became best friends with Du Tiejiang’s son.