The child was playing with the old lady when he saw two couplets engraved on the temple gate. Most of the characters are not recognized by children, and they are traditional characters. The child felt very strange, so he used his little finger to trace on it, stroke by stroke. The old lady watched him draw with great interest, and when the strokes were not written correctly, the old lady was next to him and pointed out how to write.

The child is very studious, and the old lady teaches him word by word. It was a long couplet, and although the child could not understand the idle clouds and crane-like mood spoken in the couplet, he also had a strong interest.

After a morning of teaching, the child always recognized three or two words, and was very happy. The old lady was also very happy and said, "You will come every day from now on, and I will teach you how to read and write, but I can't teach you in vain, you have to bring me something delicious." ”

The child was very happy and readily agreed. He went home and turned out the ripe peanuts for the New Year, hid it from his parents, and ran there every day in his pocket!

Every day the child went to peel peanuts with the old lady and eat them for a while, and began to learn to write the words on the couplet.

The peanuts bottomed out after a few days, and the child didn't dare to take them. So he stole dry food such as jujube flowers and sugar packets at home to learn calligraphy. The old lady not only learns words, but also leads the children to play around. Sometimes I even go to the river in the south of the village to play, but of course the children don't know what it means to be afraid, so they run around on the shore to catch fish and play.

At that time, the water in the river was very pure, and there were often large and small fish skewering back and forth, and the children would catch small fish by the river. It was a warm winter, and the river was not closed in the winter. The Chinese New Year is the season to see the willows on the other side of the river, and the river is rippling in spring, and the fish are shallow at the bottom.

The old lady looked at the child from the shore, cheering and beaming. Seeing that the child had not caught a single fish scale by the river for a long time, he didn't laugh. I hurriedly called the child and said, "Come here, child, watch grandma catch fish for you to play!"

After saying that, I saw the old lady, muttering something in her mouth, and drawing a circle into the river with her hand. Suddenly, the fish and shrimp jumped in that circle, and there was a mess. Many fish seem to be out of the circle, and from time to time they jump to the shore. The fish seemed to have fallen under magic.

The child was so happy that he picked up the fish and threw it down, but the big one could not hold it, and the small one was reluctant to throw it. Spent the whole morning playing by the river.

When the boy came back that day, I asked him, and I said, "Who are you playing with today?" "The child said he was playing with an old woman. I was blindfolded at that time, what kind of grandmother did I play with? Who is the grandmother in the village playing with you? The child is very boring, you ask him a question. I asked what kind of grandmother.

The child rolled his eyes for a long time before describing the appearance of an old lady, and it was only under my enlightenment that I roughly knew who she was. So, I told his grandfather about it that night. The image of the grandmother was said according to what the child said.

The child's grandfather was blindsided when he heard this, and he said that this old lady was exactly the same as his dead wife, and the old lady he said he saw that year. Lan Xiang's mother-in-law, she was gone when she got married. All the bits and pieces were only learned from the mouths of her husband and father-in-law. And then there is what the people in the village have passed on.

According to the villagers, the mother-in-law's reputation is not very good, and she is not very filial to her parents-in-law. Her death was also very strange. There are a lot of rumors in the village, but I don't know which one prevails. But the story of her meeting the ghost old lady is true, because it came out of the mouths of her father-in-law and husband.

In the autumn of that year, they were still working in the production team. Lan Xiang's mother-in-law and the big guy are picking cotton in the cotton field, and Lan Xiang's mother-in-law is usually an anxious child, with a sulfurous head, just a little bit. Therefore, when you do the work, you are also in the front, but if you don't do a good job, any work is also muddy and so-so. Although the flowers are picked up in front, the leaves of the flowers are rolling around. There is still a layer of frost on the cotton wood, a white layer.

No matter how many times the production captain said that he wouldn't change it, he jumped and scolded people when he was in a hurry. The captain also saw that she was the kind of person who came out of the kiln and set the bricks. I've quarreled, I've made trouble, I've scolded, and I've deducted my work, but the result is still like that. I just let it go and stop vomiting with him.

Granny Lan Xiang is not a good stubble, this three-year-old child in the village knows that Granny Lan Xiang has a nickname called "Little Steel Cannon", people know that this person's name can be given at will, but this nickname is well-founded and has a background. Listening to the name of this small steel cannon, you know that it is not an idle person.

The small steel cannon bombs the village and the neighbors blow up the in-laws, and the father-in-law of Lanxiang can't make a sound fart with three feet, and he is also a toad fighting spirit, dry belly, there is nothing to do.

The small steel cannon picked up flowers and jumped in front, in front of which was a large cemetery, the barren grass was half a man deep, and the sour jujube trees were everywhere. There were seventeen or eighteen grave heads. At that time, the land had not yet been leveled in the village, and the land was planted as high as it was low, and if there was a grave, it was bypassed and planted in front.

The little steel cannon had already distanced herself from the others for a long time, and she also wanted to sit and wait for others, so she sat down next to the graveyard. When she sat down, she stumbled upon a few winter melon seedling leaves on one of the graves inside. If there are winter melon seedlings, there may be winter melons, so she opened the grass and looked for the grave where the winter melon seedlings were grown.

The small steel cannon came to the grave to pick up the grass and look for melons along the seedlings, don't you say, in the grass, there is really a big black long winter melon growing on the seedlings, there are about 20 catties. She was overjoyed, and she didn't think that she had picked up such a big melon in this deserted grave, and the family had eaten several meals.

She was about to pick up the melon and leave, when she heard the voice of an old lady behind her: "Is this your melon?

She thought that the person picking cotton behind had caught up and grabbed melons with her. She didn't look back and said, "Do you care? He's paralyzed, and whoever picks up the wild melons belongs to whoever!"

"Fart, the old lady has been here for hundreds of years, and you actually say that this melon is yours! You are shameless in the village, and you are not afraid to run here and spill it!" the old lady said this, and the little steel cannon raised her head and turned away.

When she straightened up and looked back, her head buzzed wide, and a gray-haired man with gray hair in a bun, his face pale, staring at her with cloudy eyes, a gray cardigan, and crutches in his hands, looked at her.

Little Steel Cannon had never seen this old lady, and he couldn't figure out what it was when it came out. Although she was momentarily confused, she was not afraid. One is that there are more and more people picking cotton in the back, and the other is that there must be no ghosts and evil in broad daylight, and ghosts and evil spirits cannot see the sun, she only knows this.

"Where's the hairy old lady from?! Grab melons from me, I'll kill you today!" said the little steel cannon and rushed forward.

The old lady didn't move, sneered, and then looked at her face as white as paper, spit out a long red tongue in her mouth, and two lines of bloody tears flowed out of her egg-sized eyes!