There was a show on TV called "Song of the Week," which meant that only one song was sung that week. Men are joking, especially between men and women. Once, a few carpenters were working together, and when they talked about the two of them, the father of the Xiuqin man said, this still needs to be said, TV has "one song a week" and we do "one song a day" every day.

Hence the nickname "Song of the Day". The craft of "One Song a Day" is also a first-class master in the carpenter group, and the work is basically less used with a ruler, and the hand is a ruler and the eye is accurate. Looking up and down, there were basically no mistakes. He has one of the best skills, making a three-legged small bench, the small bench is mostly made of jujube wood, and the small bench is particularly beautiful.

The small bench is not long and round, but semicircle. Like a moon bud, small and beautiful. As the years passed, the small bench became a dark red, smooth and beautiful. Such as handicrafts, carry with you, in the field, street yard can sit at any time. The small bench is surprisingly strong, and how to fall is only folded and not depleted.

In this area, almost every family has a three or two, spring and winter two leisure to the bosom, can be self-defense, easy to sit, multi-functional and practical.

It's just that in the eighties, the rise of the earthen sofa, and gradually replaced this thing, and almost no one in Xiuqin's generation wanted this thing, although Xiuqin men would also make this thing, but compared to Dad's two times, technically it was a bad big nose and old nose.

Although the "Song of the Day" did not completely teach this traditional thing to the Xiuqin man, most of the skills were passed on to his son, such as making doors and windows, making cabinets and cabinets, arranging rafters in the upper room, and digging purlins in the house. The son also learns hard, and he can't be called better than the blue, and he is on par with him anyway.

The carpenter was very popular at that time, and if there was craftsmanship, someone would ask for it, and if the craftsmanship was high, he could negotiate the conditions. Every time I "sing a song a day", I stand on the purlin, and I feel proud. Looking at the adoring and envious eyes of the big girls and little daughters-in-law under the house, it is even more fluttering and beautiful.

Everyone is offering, waiting to see you in their hearts, and they don't feel that their status is high. For example, how much does it cost to dig out a tongue for a room purlin, how much is the salary a day, how to calculate the rice, how to count the wine, how many packs of cigarettes a day, and how many packs of cigarettes a day? The carpenters in the village could neither collect more nor less, and if they violated, they would attack them en masse. Let you not live, let you reflect at home.

After the autumn of that year, there was a house in the village. When building a house after autumn, most of them are because the flood season has passed, there is not much rain, and the work in the fields is not busy, and people can help each other. It was the old couple who built it for their son, and it was set that there would be wine on this day, and he stood on the purlin and looked at his wife who was cooking in and out of the dining shed, and he made vermicelli dishes, but he didn't see any wine.

He felt awkward. These two old men have to deal with you. So he went into the crack in the purlin, tore a small bird turtle with a cigarette case, lit some blood, and stuffed it in.

He wanted to make a joke, but he had only heard of such a sorcery and had never tried it. He also did it on a whim.

At noon, my wife brought the wine and food prepared from the neighbor's house, and my son also bought good wine from the county seat. I only blame myself for being careful. There shouldn't be that kind of dirty idea at all, but it's too late, the beams and purlins have been compacted, and they can't be taken out at all.

He was also worried that if people knew about it and ruined his reputation, he would be doomed. It's all left to chance.

In the new year, the family continued to have incidents. First, his son had a car accident, which made the coal truck in Shanxi Province roll into cakes on the highway. The corpse couldn't be put away at all, and the traffic police shoveled it up little by little with a shovel, and then loaded it into the car and pulled it back. It's terrible.

The wife was in pain for the loss of her child, and it didn't take long for her to be worried and depressed. He died half a year later. The greatest sorrow in life is that I lost my wife in middle age and lost my son in old age. After losing two of his closest people in half a year, the old man could not bear this heavy blow. In the middle of a stormy night, he heard a voice calling his name on the roof, so he had no choice but to find a rope and commit suicide by hanging the beam.

The good family is gone, and "One Song of the Day" always feels that this matter has something to do with him. I felt restless and felt guilty for a long time. Not long after this happened, someone asked him to repair the temple, and a strange thing happened that he cut his axe on his head.

A few years later, the house changed to other owners, and the buyer thought that someone had hanged the house, and he felt awkward. I removed it and covered it again. Only then did I discover these things and understand that the "Daily Song" had done something on the roof beams.

However, people are dead, and there is no way to verify it, and it is impossible to figure out what is supernatural and treacherous.

Deshun's words made me doubt, is there really karma in the world?

While talking, Xiao Lianniang brought pancakes, scrambled eggs, and hot noodles. I put a lot of sesame oil, and it smells fragrant. Xiaolian rolled the scrambled eggs with the cake and handed it to me. I also ate it politely, and I found that Xiaolian didn't eat it. Hurriedly asked: "The cake baked by my aunt is so delicious, fragrant and delicious, why don't you eat it?"

"I love to see you eat, it's more fragrant than me, you eat, I'll roll it for you!" Xiaolian said with a grin.

Xiaolian Niang also said: "Eat more if it's delicious, and I'll brand it with you whenever you want to eat it in the future." Xiaolian, this child follows me, her heart is dead, and she runs to the dark one by one, so you will be more considerate of her in the future. ”

Xiaolianniang's words deeply pierced the contradiction in my heart, every time I saw Xiaolian seeing my elated appearance, I couldn't open my mouth to say anything that stimulated her, Xiaolian is really pitiful.

I told Deshun that I wasn't going to work in a brick kiln anymore, and I wanted him to give me an idea, and then I would tell my father.

"If you don't want to work for other people, what do you want to do? Do you have a plan?"

"I want to set up a breeding factory and raise cattle. I don't know if this cow is easy to raise, what kind of cow is good to choose?" I said.

"It's okay to raise cows. Cattle are inseparable from the countryside, and beef is also inseparable from the city. But there are a lot of ways in this selection cow!" Deshun rolled a cigarette, and I hurriedly lit a match for him.

"This bull should have round and large eyes, and the whites of the eyes communicate with the pupils. Then there is a neck to be long, broad, short hair is the best, thin hair is not cold-resistant, the horns are thin and the waist is long, the eyebrows are thick and the tail is fat, and the tip hair is curly and messy. The kind is less than three years old, and it is difficult to save a life. Let's put it this way, cows have more babies with white hair and red milk, and fewer babies with black milk. Cows have three piles of dung a night, and give birth to one litter a year. If there is only a pile of dung in one night, one child will be born in three years. ”

Deshun recited the Ox Sutra to me and made me break away.