Ermiao has five acres of land at home. Basically, Gou Fugui is responsible for the work in the farmland. Ermiao also works, but basically he doesn’t work hard and needs to rest for a long time if he is tired. Fugui feels sorry for his wife. No matter how little Ermiao works, he has no complaints. The big men have the strength. At worst, they can go to the field for a while every morning and harvest for a while every night.

However, Ermiao is not unsure of it. She is lazy in normal times. She cannot be really lazy in the third summer and autumn seasons. The quality of the harvest in the year is concentrated in these two seasons.

Standing on the ridge and looking into the distance, there were golden waves of wheat everywhere. A breeze blew up, and the waves of wheat rolled up and down.

Every household is basically full of people, and there are people harvesting crops everywhere. Adults bent down to harvest wheat, but children who cannot make great efforts carry baskets to pick up the fallen wheat ears.

Gou Fugui put down the basket, poured out the sickle, handed the empty basket to Zaohua, and asked her to pick up the wheat ears. He picked up the grinded sickle and handed it to Ermiao, and did not forget to explain intimately: "Hua's mother, if you are tired, rest."

"Yes." Ermiao took the sickle absent-mindedly, followed Fugui and chose a band to start mechanical work.

The wheat is already dry and the hand brushes it, and it will make a "squeak" sound. Fugui's mind is just to return to the warehouse as soon as possible. He hugged a handful of wheat with his left hand and a sickle in his right hand and slashed the roots of the wheat straw. The straw broke with a sound, and hugged it again and again. Fugui's hand was big, and he could make a wheat tiny in three hands.

In the scorching sun, the air seemed to have a burning heat. For a moment, the sweat beads fell down like rain, and their clothes were soaked. He didn't care about resting, putting a towel around his neck and wiped it casually, but his subordinates continued.

Ermiao followed Fugui to concentrate on harvesting wheat, for a while, forgot everything, and only the mature wheat fields were left in front of him.

Ermiao finally found that when she focused on doing something, she would forget all her fears and worries. So she forced herself not to think about anything else, and focused on harvesting wheat, gradually entering a state, and there was only one thought left in her mind: harvesting wheat, harvesting wheat, and harvesting wheat.

Compared with the Sanxia in previous years, the second melon this year's performance was too unusual and could be called crazy. In previous years, they also worked, but they would combine work and rest. They would take a break when they were tired, drink water, and fan the air. This year's second melon was constantly harvesting with their heads in silence. When Fugui looked back inadvertently, he was surprised to find that the second melon was not far behind him. If Fugui had cut a ridge of one ridge, it would be great if the second melon could cut a half ridge.

In the evening, the rich and noble couple took the bundle of wheat back home, had a simple meal, and the whole family fell asleep on the bed.

Ermiao has another new discovery. When a person is extremely tired, he will not suffer from insomnia. Not only will he not suffer from insomnia, but he will fall asleep. He will not even have a dream until dawn. She has not slept as sweet as she sleeps for a long time. The next day, she even put in a lot of strength and threw herself into the field. A Sanxia came over, Ermiao lost a lot of weight, but her mental state was much better than usual.

At first, Fugui felt very pleased, and felt that his wife was better. Finally, he knew that he felt sorry for him, but slowly he felt something was wrong. The wheat was peeled off, the autumn grain was planted, and even the public grain was paid. Ermiao was still as hardworking as ever. He cleaned up at home and outside the house and did not say anything, and he took the initiative to ask him when he would go to the field to work. The master and the gods came. It was not that she didn't know that the sticks had just planted into the ground and had not even sprouted. What should I do in the field? Even if I eliminated the stubble, I had to wait until the sticks grew more than one thorn.

Fugui is worried, Ermiao has never been like this, as if he has changed his own person. Moreover, Ermiao has not only become diligent, but also has a 180-degree turn in his attitude towards Fugui. Needless to say, he is grateful for Fugui's hard work. Sometimes he has to squeeze his shoulders on a whim, but he is scared. What's wrong with Hua's mother? When Fugui thinks about Fugui, he gets goose bumps. It's abnormal, too abnormal! He thought about it and suddenly remembers that Ermiao fell on the way to the ground a few days ago and fell into the dry canal. He thought: Could it be because of that fall, or did he provoke some evil god's upper body?

Fugui carefully observed Ermiao for two days and confirmed that his guess was correct. He sighed and went out for a walk. As soon as he walked by the corner, he happened to meet Yang Xinghe sitting on the stone platform at the door of his house smoking a dry tobacco: "Uncle, have you finished your meal?" Fugui sat on the stone platform without showing his eyes.

"Yeah, just eat it." Yang Xinghe gave up the dry tobacco in his hand: "Snack?"

Fugui waved his hand: "I can't enjoy it."

"What can you enjoy? Everyone says that a cigarette after meal is better than a living god." Yang Xinghe took a few sips of hard, exhaled a long sip of green smoke, glanced at Fugui, and said, "Look at your bitter and revengeful face, what's wrong to make you so difficult? Tell me, I'll give you some advice."

Fugui approached Yang Xinghe and then asked in a low voice: "Uncle, let me ask you something. First of all, I declare that I am not spreading feudal ideas."

“啥事,咋还这样神神秘秘的,说吧,我听着呢.”两个大男人挨这么近,杨兴和觉得浑身别扭,他不动声色的往旁边挪了挪.

Fugui looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Uncle, do you say that a person suddenly becomes abnormal? Is it possible that he has lost his soul or was over the evil spirit?"

Yang Xinghe was interested, so women's pillows were so powerful. His old ladies were just in his ears. The arrangement of Zhang's parents and Li's family's sketches was also plagued by Yang Xinghe, who was intoxicated, and his face suddenly bloomed, and his turbid eyes also increased by five points. He raised his cigarette puddle and knocked it on the soles of his shoes, and his head stretched towards Fugui: "Who? Who is abnormal!"

"Who else can you have? My wife, just let her mom."

"Why is my eldest niece abnormal?"

"That's right, I found that she has become very diligent. She wiped the seats and benches at home over and over again. She wiped off the paint and wiped it off. She washed her clothes before they were dirty. She had to wash them. She had to wash them if they were not worn. She had to go to the ground to work if they were not worn. Uncle, you said, we farmers have a good idea of ​​what they do when they do. There is no work in the field now. Her mother should know all these flowers, and there is also..."

Speaking of this, Fugui twisted: "And it's Hua's mother who suddenly treated me well." Thinking of this, Fugui suddenly shuddered: "My mother is here, it's so good that people can't stand it."

Yang Xinghe pointed at Fugui with his eye bag pot, grinning with his big brown teeth and said, "I think you are just a naughty person. Isn't it good for my niece to become diligent? It's not normal to be nice to treat you well, but you're just as usual, just as usual?"

Fugui stubbornly said: "I just feel abnormal. I'm not at ease with her mother like this. Uncle, what do you think you should do."

Yang Xinghe pondered for a moment and said, "I feel something is wrong when I hear you say this. This is not the style of my eldest niece. What did Ermiao start like this before?"

"What's the matter?" Fugui thought for a moment: "I think it was because she accidentally fell into the ditch when she was harvesting wheat the day before that day. From then on, she was not normal."

"I can't guarantee it, it's because my eldest niece fell down. If you can't, try calling the soul."

"What's the name? Uncle, teach me." Fugui looked at Yang Xinghe.

Yang Xinghe stood up and walked back with his hands: "You come with my house. It's been heard by others outside. We should say that we are a cancer of feudal thought. How can we post our big-character poster? Besides, I don't understand it very much. Your aunt understands it, let her teach you."

Ding Guilian took a big broom and was brushing the pot. There was only one pot at home, which was very large. It was fixed on the stove. It boiled water, cooked and stir-fried dishes were all in this pot. Every time the dish was cooked, the oil must be carefully cleaned, otherwise the water produced would not taste good, and the taste would be like a soup for drinking vegetables.

Ding Guilian grabbed a handful of alkali and was cleaning it back and forth. He heard Yang Xinghe's voice: "Old woman, don't panic first, Fugui has something to ask you for trouble."

“啥事呀?”丁桂莲回头.

"I'm busy, aunt, I'll help you." Fugui reached out and raised his hand, saying hello.

"No, no." Ding Guilian put the broom next to the pot and called her daughter to come and help: "Dani, come and wash the pot."

Ding Guilian took off her apron, tied it to Dani, picked up the rag and wiped her hands: "Tell me, what's the matter with Aunt?"

"I just want to ask my aunt what the rules of the name of Soul is."

"Call the soul?!" Ding Guilian's voice was a little loud.

Yang Xing and his eyes glared at Ding Guilian and scolded dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing with such a loud voice?"

"Oh." Ding Guilian hurriedly lowered her voice: "Who lost her soul?"

"Who else can I have? I can't worry about this, right?"

"Ermiao?" Ding Guilian recalled: "She is so good. She was chewing me before harvesting the wheat. I didn't see anything wrong."

"It was the day when the wheat was harvested, Hua's mother fell down, and it would be wrong to beat her."

"Hey!" Ding Guilian's Triangle's eyes lit up, and she felt refreshed: "Tell me quickly, what's wrong with me?"

After listening to Fugui's retelling, she clasped her hands together and slapped her suddenly: "It must be a mistake that has fallen. This person has three souls and six spirits. Maybe it's a soul that has fallen. Once a person's soul is unstable, evil spirits will easily get up. It's simple. When it gets dark, you take the clothes that Ermiao often wears and lead her to the place where she falls, put on her clothes, then burn some paper money, light an incense stick to send away the evil spirits on her body, go home and have a nap, and you'll wake up the next morning."

"It's that simple?" Fugui didn't believe it.

"It's not simple!" Ding Guilian said seriously: "Listen to me to teach you slowly."

Before liberation, Ding Guilian's mother was a well-known witch nearby. She was particularly proficient in fortune telling, soul-calling and other things. Ding Guilian has been influenced by her since childhood and has long kept a set of operating standards in her heart. After liberation, especially during the *** period, monsters and demons were deeply hit. The witches and geniuses had long shrunk their heads and dared not breathe.

A hero is useless. Today, someone came to ask for advice. Ding Guilian was so happy. He taught Fugui the process and precautions about calling the soul in detail. When he was about to say that when calling the soul, he must call Ermiao's name, which is the name on the household registration book. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!