I carried Wang Yonghong, whose head was covered with blood, back to the village. Ye Zi followed me, and I asked her to look more natural.
"Yo!"
"Isn't this Erhongzi!"
"Did you fall or something? You're bleeding so much, go find a doctor quickly!"
"Aunt Qiu! Stop washing clothes and go and inform Erhongzi's mother!"
His mother is over seventy years old. Despite her age, she is also known as an unreasonable shrew in the village. Once, Erhongzi got drunk and caused trouble and bullied a woman from the same village. She was beaten. His mother not only refused to admit her fault, but also
They cried and made trouble and went to the county to file a complaint. Finally, the victim was asked to pay 300 yuan to the mother and son.
Not long after, an old lady with thin cheeks and gray hair hurried over.
"Son! Son! Wake up!"
"Yi Zi! What's wrong with my son!"
The old lady's eyes were red and she looked excited.
As soon as she shouted with a loud voice, more and more people gathered around and started talking.
"Ye Zi, tell me! What's going on with my son!"
I winked quietly and taught Ye Zi how to say it on the way here. Now I am not afraid of people looking at me. On the contrary, the more people look at me, the better.
Ye Zi is tone-deaf and can't sing well, but she is a good actress and can act. I think she should not participate in Super Girls. She should go to Hengdian for a better career and maybe win a Golden Bull Award.
She was questioned sternly by the old lady, and everyone in the village was looking at her, because no one knew how Erhongzi ended up like this.
I saw Ye Zi clenching his sleeves and biting his lower lip until it was bitten and bleeding.
Then, Ye Zi's eyes turned red, and her expression seemed to have been greatly wronged, and she was so wronged that she could not speak.
"I see!"
At this time, someone shouted: "Zi Zi! Did Erhongzi play tricks on you! ("Playing tricks on you" is a local word, which means indecent."
"Hurry up and tell me if you are right!"
Ye Zi sobbed intermittently, lowered her head, and kept wiping tears. She walked to me and held my arm tightly.
The man who called out turned his head and looked at me, and said loudly: "Did Erhongzi play tricks on you? You shouted for help! In order to save you, this little brother beat Erhongzi with a stick! Isn't that right?"
Hearing these words, Ye Zi couldn't help crying, and tears fell from his eyes.
"nonsense!"
Facing the crowd of onlookers, the old lady hugged Erhongzi, whose head was covered with blood, and yelled: "How could my son play tricks on her! My son hasn't woken up yet! She can say whatever she wants!"
"Erhong's mother, who in Tianjing Village doesn't know your son's virtues? Why are you so good? You still want to beat the leaves."
"That's right, it's good that they didn't call the police and arrest your son. You're also very capable."
Some women advised: "Second aunt, stop talking and quickly find a car to take her to the health center to have a look."
After a while, I pulled Ye Zi and squeezed out of the crowd.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, Ye Zi winked at me.
What is the highest critical level of performance?
The highest state is to stand there, not saying a word, and everyone watching understands.
There were only three people at the scene, me, her, and Er Hongzi.
Erhongzi didn't see the hole in the dirt bag. I'm so scared. Besides, even if he wakes up right now, he won't be able to explain himself. Even if he jumps into the Yellow River, he won't be able to clean himself up.
I believe he would do the same thing if he had his head on.
Ye Zi's father went to the fields early in the morning. He only learned about this from his neighbors when he came back in the morning. He immediately hurried back with a hoe.
Ye Zi and I were chatting and laughing in the room, discussing how much money we could share.
Hearing the sound of the door opening in the courtyard, Ye Zi immediately turned red.
"father!"
"My daughter!"
"Are you okay!"
"Tell dad! Is Er Hongzi's grandson playing tricks on you?"
"If he's playing tricks on you! I'm going to beat him to death right now!"
Ye Zi choked up and sobbed, "Dad, it's all thanks to Xiang Feng that he didn't play tricks on me."
"Okay, okay, that's good, that's good...Daughter, you scared daddy to death."
Ye Zi's father was excited when he held my hand and expressed his gratitude repeatedly. For this reason, he specially killed the hens raised in the yard and cooked some dishes for me at noon.
At the dinner table, Ye Zi’s father asked me with a smile: “Young man, my daughter said your name is Xiang Feng, right?”
I nodded.
"Where is your home?"
"Northeast, Heilongjiang."
"It's so far... Then why did you come to our ravine?"
"I'm here for a trip." I said without raising my head while eating rice.
This dish is really delicious, Ye Zi really knows how to cook, the spicy stir-fried chicken with millet is a perfect addition to rice.
"Oh...how many people are there in the family?"
"There's no one around anymore."
"Where are your parents?"
I raised my head, chewing rice in my mouth and said, "I haven't seen it before. They are all dead."
Ye Zi's father was stunned.
I didn't pay attention and kept eating with my head down.
After finishing the meal, I went to deliver the bowl. I heard his father whisper at the door: "Girl, I think this young man is very nice and honest."
"Besides, he is square and tall, and the most important thing is that he has no parents. You don't have to serve your parents-in-law when you get married. You two can live alone. The only thing I worry about is that he is a little far away."
I burst into laughter listening to this at the door, thinking to myself that I had hit my father-in-law with a stick.
"cough!"
"Ye Zi, come out."
His dad pushed her and said, "Go, go, go."
After Ye Zi came out, she looked embarrassed. She looked at me and said, "Did you hear everything my dad just said?"
I smiled and nodded.
"and you...."
"Don't think too much, I don't like you and I don't have any feelings for you."
Ye Zi said angrily: "You think too much, no one cares about you."
I said I just don't like you. After thinking about it in my mind, I said I like someone with a style and temperament similar to Boss Bai.
"Who is Boss Bai? Your ex-girlfriend?" Ye Zi asked.
"I told you you don't know him."
"Then I don't have any temperament?" she said, puffing up her chest and raising her head.
"Whatever you have, that temperament has been cultivated since childhood."
"Stop talking about this."
"I have to go get the jar while I'm still sleeping at noon. I've been hiding it in the grass for a long time so I'm afraid of being discovered. Do you have a trolley? Lend it to me."
"Yes, then go get it quickly." Ye Zi hurriedly went to help me find the cart.
At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, there were not many people in the village, and the sun outside made people's faces hurt.
I pushed the cart to the reservoir, washed my face first, and then pushed the cart onto the dirt bag.
There were all the big white cans, and there were a lot of them. I put them in the truck compartment and covered them with a fan cloth, ready to push them back in batches.
After going down the mountain and walking with the cart under the bright sun, I suddenly met Mr. Song. He also looked very anxious and walked very fast.
"Little brother, what are you pushing? Where are you going?"
"Nothing, just some daily necessities, pots and pans, etc. Didn't I move somewhere? Where are you going, sir?" I said calmly, without revealing any flaws.
He looked around and whispered with a solemn face: "Something's wrong. I burned paper money last night and saw two white ants under Nai Li's coffin."
"That's okay. It's cool under the coffin. Isn't it normal to attract ants in summer? Don't think too much."
"No...that's different..."
"This is a coffin-bottom ant, and it's not caused by the cold, but by the yin..."
"Okay, okay,"
The picture suddenly came to mind. Nai Li was sitting cross-legged on the coffin and smoking.
I felt uncomfortable just thinking about it, so I made an excuse saying it was urgent and left in a hurry.
After pushing back all the white jars I dug out of the grave, I locked the door, closed the curtains, and sat down on the chair.
"One, two..."
After counting, there were exactly ten white jars with exactly the same size and pattern.
Looking at these things on the ground, I wondered what they were for...
I got up and went to the drawer to find pliers, and I cut off all the rotten wire that was sealing the door.
After cutting off the iron wire, the yellow rust penetrated into the fetal bones of the jar.
When I took off the cover, I found that it was actually wrapped with several layers of moisture-proof oil paper, which was the kind of material used to make oil-paper umbrellas in ancient times.
These oil papers rotted when touched and were completely weathered.
After tearing these off, I picked up the jar and looked inside.
After shaking, something rustled.
What is this...I looked carefully.
This...how does this look like a lot of Wangwang snow cakes?
