I pushed the door in, Xiangyi was pouring himself a drink at home, and when he saw me coming, he hurriedly gave me a seat.

"Yong, come and sit down, have a drink with your uncle, I'm worried these days. Xiangyi said.

"What's the matter? It's still the New Year after February 2nd, what's the trouble for the New Year?" I said jokingly.

"Alas, what a year is it going to be. Xiangyi and I both sat down, and he said: "I haven't been able to go out for the past two days, and nine of the ten people who saw me asked me about growing mushrooms, and one of them didn't ask me about growing mushrooms.

"What did you say about growing mushrooms?"

"Alas, I've asked it 800 times, how can I say it's not unsalable? The supply exceeds demand, and there are too many mushrooms growing in the whole country. I don't even dare to tell everyone, I can only say let them wait!"

"It's not a long-term solution, you can't hold the fire in the paper, and you can't bury the child in the snow. Someday you have to face it. ”

"That's right, what can I do, I can't afford it!" Xiangyi tilted his neck and drank more than half a glass of wine.

"You drink slowly, it's not a way to be in a hurry. In any case, the original intention of the above is good, and no one can control the ever-changing market!"

"Well, there is more grass than anything, and less is treasure, there is really no way. I have heard in the past two days that you are planting any medicinal herbs in the village, and your uncle can tell you that we have never planted any medicinal herbs since the generation of Qin Shi Huang and his grandmother. Xiangyi touched me a glass and said.

"I discussed this matter with Xiaoying, and it was not the result of a fever in the brain. Our production, supply and marketing form a one-stop. All links are stuck!" I know that I can't hide this matter, so try to let him figure it out.

"As soon as I heard about what bullshit medicinal herbs you planted, I was worried about whether there would be anything about Xiaoying in it, and sure enough, she was also wrapped in it. This dead girl, when she is older, she won't tell her father anything. Growing mushrooms is a lesson from the past, and if something goes wrong, the people in the village will eat you. I'm supported from above, what about you? I can't get to go to prison!"

As she was talking, Yan Hong came in from outside, heard us talking, and said: "You dead old man, let the children do whatever they want, there are ten things in the world, waiting for you to make money? Anyway, I think it's reliable to be brave and brave this year. What's so bad about letting them break through and fight?"

"Aren't I worried about them too, look at what I made, the land lord plucked out his ears, and it was muddy. Xiangyi said a little dejectedly.

"Yong, listen to your uncle, you can do whatever you want, like your uncle, once bitten by a snake, why don't you do it if you are afraid of the well rope for ten years?"

"That's not what you mean, be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years, what are you afraid of the well rope or not!" Xiangyi's heart was quite complicated.

Yan Hong smiled and said: "Okay, okay, let them go to the young people, we can take care of them for a lifetime?" You are not afraid of the well rope Okay, you are stung by a bee once, and you are afraid of buzzing for ten years!"

"Hey, isn't this all the same, come and drink, drink, Yong, your aunt is also on the same front with you!" Xiangyi laughed.

............

After talking to Lin Ying on the phone, I returned to the farm, where several old people were still chatting, and Wangcai was busy mixing feed for the cattle.

I drank some wine, my mouth was very thirsty, and I rummaged through any fruit. There was also a yam that I washed in water and chewed. The old people talked about the old story of Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds.

Wangcai finished going up to the house to rest, and as soon as he sat down, Lanxiang came into the house to find Wangcai. Needless to say, because of the child's business, I advised Lan Xiang not to worry, and to speak slowly if she had something to say. And poured a glass of water for her. Wangcaibai listened to Lan Xiang talk about the child.

The child has just entered the first grade, and he has a holiday during the Chinese New Year, and he always plays alone. This kid has a bit of a personality and doesn't fit in, and he always plays around. That day, he played with sparrows in the field behind the village. The sparrow rises and falls, and the farther and farther the child flies.

Later, when the sparrow was far away, he stopped chasing it, and he was about to go back, but he found a shoe not far away, and the shoe was not big, it was the kind of cloth shoes worn by women. There is a painted pattern of the character of Shou on it, and although the shoes are very old, they are still clearly visible. After all, the child is a child who can't be idle, and when he sees something, he wants to use his feet, so he goes up and kicks the shoe away.

When the shoe hit the ground, he kicked it again, and the more he kicked, the higher the shoe flew and the farther it fell. I don't think it's getting closer and closer to the ruined temple, and when the child doesn't pay attention, there is an old lady in front of him, walking hobbly with a cane. The child accidentally kicked up his shoes and saw the old lady. I can't stop the car.

The shoe went straight to the old lady's head, and strangely enough, the shoe flew through the old lady's head. The child stood there stunned, not knowing what to do.

He thought the old lady would turn around and reprimand him harshly. However, no. The old lady turned around and spoke to him kindly.

"I've been looking at you for a long time, child, play with grandma, grandma likes children!"

"Well, Grandma, go up there and play!" asked the child, jumping up in front of him.

The old lady pointed to the ruined temple in front of her and said, "Let's play in front, the sun is warm there." So the two of them sat down to talk and play on the stage festival at the broken temple gate. When I came back that day, the child had a layer of red bumps on his back, and he kept saying that it was itchy. I asked him where he went, and he said he was playing in the fields behind the village. Didn't elaborate on what was going on either.

The next day, I went to the big white peach store to buy batteries, and I happened to meet the fifth aunt who was buying wax, so I told him about the red bumps on the child's body. She thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's ghost footprints, the child is small, and it may be something that kills people." I'll show you a way to try it. If not, let's talk about it!"

My fifth aunt asked me to burn incense and worship the Buddha at home, and burned a lot of banknotes. Kill a chicken, drip the chicken blood in a bowl, and stir the ashes in the chicken blood. When he was almost done, he went out and tore off the couplet that was attached to the door. Apply the chicken blood mixed with fragrant ash on the child's back, and rub the child's back vigorously with the torn couplet.

The child screamed in pain, but I still rubbed him a few times. The next day, I saw that the child's back was actually better. I didn't take it seriously afterwards. The child still plays as usual.

From that day on, the children came back from the back of the village every day, and there was a job in the broken temple, but no one went there after the New Year. I also told him not to run there all the time, and he was still mumbling.

Later, I learned that the old lady asked him to go every day and taught him to write and read the couplet on the temple gate: "Why do you need to talk more about the Yuan Ji, only a white cloud, going back and forth thousands of miles of bridgeheads, obliquely folding plum blossoms and laughing; ”