There was still some time between when the rice fields were discovered by the villagers and when Mr. Chen and his team arrived, so I wanted to take advantage of this time to talk to the old man and see if I could find out anything.
The clothes on my body were dirty, torn, and stained with a lot of mud. I looked no different from the mountain people. While everyone was talking around the rice fields, I quietly walked over and stood outside the crowd to watch.
"Fill it in! Fill it all in!" The old man in that village was very old, probably in his 70s or 80s. He was dry and thin, and he was blind in one eye. He probably also had something wrong with one of his legs. When he walked,
He needed help. At this time, he was standing next to the rice field and losing his temper. He pointed at the dug rice field with his walking stick and said to the people around him: "Hurry up and fill it in!"
"We dug it all out and then filled it with a hammer." Someone nearby muttered, "It's so reassuring to have this done in the field."
"That's right." Someone said, "This is the best field. It won't work unless it is tidied up."
Everyone was talking about it, but no one took the old man's words to heart. The old man was too old. He yelled for a long time, but no one took action, and he couldn't do it himself. Finally, he threw away the walking stick in anger.
"If you insist on digging, you will be punished." The old man pushed away the person who wanted to help him, bent down to pick up the walking stick, and walked back to the village along the muddy road with difficulty.
After the old man left, the villagers started to make irresponsible remarks again. I often go there to exchange food and I am familiar with a few of them. I went over to ask about the old man. People in the village called the old man Blind Man Three.
Ye, he is the son of the former village chief, and he has been working outside for many years.
Speaking of which, the blind third master was actually a very miserable man. During the years when he was traveling around, no one knew what he did. Anyway, he didn't get rich. He worked hard until he was forty years old before returning to the village to start a family. His father was from the village.
The village chief, who is also the largest landowner, was brutally beaten during the Cultural Revolution. One of his legs and one eye were damaged during the Cultural Revolution. He finally survived, but his only son died in the mountains when he went there.
, the daughter-in-law ran away, leaving only one grandson. I felt chills after hearing this. How many sins must this person have committed in his previous life?
The blind third master was very addicted to wine, so I had an idea. When I ran to the village, the men were busy in the fields, and the women in the village were preparing food. The family who often exchanged food happened to be firing ham, so I paid to find it.
They took a small piece of the top and a jar of corn wine, and then went to the blind third master's house.
The blind third master was sitting on the threshold of the main room. He must have been very angry about what happened before, and he was still muttering. I thought about my excuse and greeted the blind third master through the courtyard gate, saying that I was here in exchange for food, but
There is no one in the village.
"There's someone out there!" The blind third master glanced at me with one eye and said, "They are all messing around in the fields!"
"Uncle, do you have any food at home? Change some."
I moved my hand deliberately. Although the blind third master was old and had poor eyesight, his nose was quite sensitive and he seemed to be able to smell the aroma of wine through the jar.
This was easy to handle. I then got close to the blind third master. We had wine and meat. The blind third master became very talkative and let me into the yard. After entering, I saw a child of several years old in the corner.
, is playing with mud, he may be the grandson of the blind third master.
Ham that has been stored for three or four years can be eaten raw after being sliced. It tastes very good. The blind third master has lost all his teeth, but he still eats and drinks. It is called a spirit. I chatted with him for a few words and deliberately persuaded him to drink.
After all, he is an elderly person who has been drinking all year round and is in a state of "drunkenness". He will faint as soon as he touches alcohol and cannot control his mouth.
"Is the ham not bad?" I saw that the blind third master had almost finished drinking, so I started to change the topic on the right track.
"Ba Shi." The blind third master was very satisfied with the food and wine. Coupled with the drunkenness, he could no longer see his smiling eyes.
"When I came here just now, I saw people gathered around the fields. What were they doing?" I drank slowly and asked the blind third master.
"Hu Qiu is messing around!" The blind third master was still very angry when he mentioned this. He shook his head and spitted Xingzi, saying: "They are all trying to die. They have already dug up to the roof of the house, and they still have to dig!"
I poured him another glass and continued to ask. The blind third master drank a full glass of wine in one gulp and said, "What do people nowadays know?"
"Why is there a house under the field?"
"That's a room for sleeping people." The blind third master was indeed drunk, and he spoke without restraint. He raised his eyes and looked outside the courtyard, then lowered his voice and said to me mysteriously: "You don't know, there are other things in that room.
There is one alive."
"Is there anyone alive? What is alive?" I was immediately surprised. A corpse with faint signs of life was dug out from the "house" under the rice field. I knew about this, but this
At that time, the house had not been dug up yet. How could the blind third master know that there was a living person inside?
In an instant, I had a new understanding of this old man who was blind in one eye. It was hard to say whether he was an ordinary person, but at least he knew something.
I wanted to continue asking, but suddenly I felt a chill behind my back. I subconsciously looked back and was startled. The child who was squatting in the corner pinching mud suddenly stood behind me silently.
, as silent as a ghost.
This is still a very young child, probably the child left behind by the blind third master’s dead only son. Probably because of the difficult life, he looks small and thin. He stands behind and looks at me motionless, as if he can’t even move.
His eyes never moved.
When he looked at me like this, I felt even more terrified, as if this child would suddenly stab me in the back. After staring at me for a minute, I turned my head and wanted to continue talking to the blind man, but in just one minute, the blind man
I didn't want to say anything anymore and kept drinking, but I didn't say anything useful. I just talked nonsense. People in the village came back for dinner one after another, so I couldn't force myself to ask, so I gave up the idea for the time being.
The blind third master drank all the wine in the jar and was completely drunk. I helped him to the house and took a look at the furnishings and environment in the house. When I went out, the thin and small child was still standing
In the same place, the child's gaze should be the most innocent and pure in his life, without any impurities. But for some reason, I was stared at by him and felt panicked all the time.
After leaving the blind third master's home, I thought about it, went to the villagers' house to exchange for some wine, and carried it away. In the next two or three days, the rice fields were still in a mess. The villagers had different opinions and no one could come up with anything.
A good idea. I knew that after a few days of chaos, they would still completely dig up the rice fields and dig out the huge weird "house" underneath, so I didn't go and watch, and just rested quietly. One night three days later, I mentioned
After drinking, he ran to the village again and arrived at the blind third master's home.
The coolness after the heavy rain has not completely faded away, which is a rare coolness in summer. Before I reached the door of the blind third master's house, I vaguely heard the sound of a huqin. The old and dilapidated huqin made a squeaking sound.
There was a sound of ah, and there seemed to be a blind third master singing in a low voice during the period. I couldn't understand what he was singing.
"Third Master, I'm in a good mood." I said outside while holding the wine. People's hobbies are actually their biggest weakness. The blind Third Master obviously didn't want to talk to me so much anymore, but the aroma of the wine in the wine jar made him
Drool was drooling from the corner of his mouth. Anyway, he let me into the room without saying anything, opened a jar, took some pickles, and started drinking.
This time, the blind third master only drank to his heart's content and talked much less than last time. I tried to bring up the topic several times, but he didn't pick up the conversation. Then I saw that the time was getting later and later, so I couldn't help it and asked directly.
"Third Master, what you said last time was that there was a living person sleeping in the house under the rice field?"
"Did you know he was alive?"
"Didn't you say that?"
"I only said he was alive. How could he say he was alive?" The blind third master was a little drunk again. The remaining eye was glowing with a dull light as he stared at me and said, "You
Have you gone down to see it?”
"No." I felt something was suddenly wrong in the atmosphere and said, "I'm just curious and asking."
"It's just a question, that's good." The blind third master poured a glass of wine by himself and lowered his head to drink.
In this brief moment, I suddenly saw a clear and bright light flashing in the eyes of the blind third master. This cold light that suddenly appeared in his eyes made me feel wary. Almost at the same time
, I felt something slamming down behind me at a very fast speed. Following the old monk Wu Nian was not in vain. My reaction speed was much faster than before. As soon as I turned my head, I glanced behind me from the corner of my eye.
What hit me was a piece of wood hanging from the beam. It was half a meter long and as thick as my thigh. If I hadn't reacted in time, the piece of wood would have hit the back of my head.
In a hurry, I stretched out an arm and blocked the wood with my forearm. The strong inertia brought by the wood made my body stagger. The blind third master probably didn't expect that I would react so quickly and lost it.
He turned around and ran away. His movements were completely out of proportion to his age. He was very fast. He turned around, ran two steps, and jumped out of the window.
I chased after me closely. I had carefully observed the blind third master’s house last time. I was familiar with the situation in front and behind the house. I jumped out of the window and quickly chased after me. After all, the blind third master was much older than me and his physical strength was not as good as mine.
After running seven or eight steps, I caught up with him.
I grabbed his collar and pulled him back forcefully. By this time, without saying anything, the blind third master had already exposed his tail.
"Say!" I added some strength to my hand, grabbed him tightly, lifted him up, and asked in a low voice: "Who are you!"