I saw Niu Erqiang's shameless energy, and he was proud of his shame, so I smiled: "Stinky virtue, do you still have a face?" Then your ancestors are old hooligans, and you still talk out with a shy face." It's really Guan Yunchang fart, I don't know how to blush. Riding a tiger bare-chested, the light is bold and doesn't know how to be ashamed. ”

"Talking about playing miles, talking about playing miles, who has seen the things that have been going on for a hundred years? Niu Erqiang asked me to make a lot of words, I couldn't cry or laugh, and I was embarrassed to interrupt.

"What's the use of your ancestors being so powerful? It's not a burlap bag and a straw cloth bag, and one generation is not as good as the next? Let the donkey become a grasshopper, one generation is not as good as the other? Moreover, fart and shake your head, it still stinks!" Watermelon rind rubbing, it's not endless?"

As he was talking, he arrived at Erqiang's house, and when he met Lan Xiang about to go out, he saw me and Erqiang talking and laughing, so he came over and said: "Let's tease Erqiang again, I can't tease you if I'm poor, and I'm not allowed to bully Erqiang in the future!

"I can't say it, Erqiang will still work on the brick kiln in a while, anyway, I have nothing to do, you all are busy. I'll go home. After saying goodbye to Lan Xiang, he walked back.

It was three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was getting dark, the sun was not knowing where to go, and the wind was blowing tightly and loosely in the streets. The willows, elms, and date trees on both sides of the street began to sway in the wind, whimpering, and their bodies began to cool down. I was wearing only a plaid gown, and I felt cold. It's late May, or is it the afternoon weather, how can it be cold?

My hair was raised, and from the east end of the street came a heart-rending cry, probably from the old lady's distant relative, or her son, who was working in a foreign country. The cries came and went, far and near, as if there was something or nothing, as if a man was howling in the sky, and as if a woman was sobbing in a low voice, and it was continuous, intermittently floating in the sky above the village.

A group of boys and girls holding mourning sticks, conjuring flags, holding door flags and papier-mâché sticks, and people in the Carriage and Horse Spirit Tower, blew in the wind, making a loud noise. I don't know what's going on, people explain that it's for the second fool to get it, and it will be useful tomorrow. I know that a family surnamed Lin in the village specializes in tying these dead items, and all the dead people in these three miles and five townships use their paper to work. His family prepares two sets every day in case they run out of stock.

A few paper-carrying people carried this pile of things, swaggering through the market, and there was no doubt that there was a bit of panic in this gloomy street. They were smoking and chatting as they walked, and I passed them, and I turned around and continued to walk, when I heard a terrified cry behind me, and I shuddered and quickly turned around, and found that the few people who were carrying the paper and living objects just now would all be in flames. Several people screamed and threw down the paper and jumped out of the circle, didn't they know that the street was surrounded by houses, and the wind direction was uncertain.

The paper work was also burned, and all the pieces were ignited, and it turned out that several people were smoking cigarettes, talking and laughing while walking. No one noticed that a man flicked the cigarette ash, and there was a trace of open flame on the ash, which impartially landed on the papier-mâché horse in a man's arms, and ignited in an instant. One of them hurriedly begged, but forgot that the spirit flag in his hand was also on fire, and the hand became a torch, and when the paper was lit, the paper ash was floating in the wind with flames, and it was "sparks burning the plain" when it fell there. The paper work in the hands of several people was not spared, and they were all set on fire.

Fortunately, several people escaped in time, and when they saw that the things in their hands were on fire, they threw them casually, and there were no burns. I ran back, and the faces of several people turned yellow with fright. Isn't this a big joke? I took a piece of paper to someone and lived halfway, and I almost got it. This incident caused a dead donkey in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, which is not good to say.

Quickly found water from the house, extinguished the burning fire, and looked at the black and gray marks on the faces of several people. One by one, as if they had eaten a roasted stick yam, and the wind blew in the sky sadly, and everyone gasped, if they encountered this strong wind just now, it would be terrible, and they had to light the firewood and grass piled up by the wall.

The fire borrows the wind, and the wind borrows the fire, and the paper ashes lick everywhere with the flames, and the consequences are really unimaginable.

When everyone thought they were fluke, suddenly an old voice came from behind them:

The fire lit up the sky, and the billowing smoke crossed the rivers and mountains.

The people have nowhere to shout when they are wronged, and Wudou's heart is like an arrow piercing.

Seeing that all the villagers suffered from this ordeal. .......

I and the others hurriedly turned back, and I couldn't help but be surprised that it was the strange old woman. My heart throbbed, why did this ghost thing come out, the roots of my teeth itched, I hated to go up and bite her a few times. The old woman floated in the wind, seemingly walking step by step, but her feet did not touch the ground. With his head down, he muttered excerpts from the Peking Opera "Cuckoo Mountain" in his mouth, and the fire was raging. I remember that the best part of the singing may be Qiu Shengrong or Meng Guanglu.

Why does this thing also say a few words about this modern Peking Opera? This thing is also keeping pace with the times?

At this point, I wondered what would happen to her, just to go up and kill them all and never be reborn. The strange old lady's gray hair fluttered messily in the wind, and the old thing looked down at no one, but only hummed and chirped, and the crutch was black and shiny. I can see that it doesn't need a crutch at all, it's pretending to be crazy and stupid to make it look like an old dragon clock.

I'm afraid of exposing it to my face, or causing panic in the village, and if she doesn't have a prosperous fortune, she may not win. I only stepped forward to her eyes, lowered my voice and said, "You old ghost woman, what kind of evil did you come out to do again? Lao Tzu beat your soul out of the sky today, and you will never be reborn!"

The devil woman said as if she hadn't heard, "What, young man, you make a louder noise, I can't hear it!

"Bastard! You just pretend! You escaped for a while, you can't escape for a lifetime, sooner or later you will clean up your old thing!"

"Well, well, let's ride a donkey and read the record book, and we'll see! I'll wait, young man!" said that, the old lady walked forward unhurriedly.

"Raised by a son of a bitch, Sensei is rampant. Someday I'll blow you to pieces!" I said through gritted teeth. I rushed two steps and was stopped by a few people behind me and said, "Yong, what kind of nervous are you doing! What kind of nervous are you doing! "Saying that, someone grabbed my arm and didn't let go, and I couldn't exert my combat effectiveness, so I had to give up.

The old woman smiled gloomily as she walked, and there was a bit of ridicule there, and there was a hint of disobedience in her cold eyes. The appearance of this ghost thing brings a sense of foreboding to the village. What's the moth in it?

The people who grabbed me didn't know what was going on, so instead of asking the old lady what they were talking to, I said that it had fallen a few years ago, and I had helped it. Later, I had to say that I touched her, and she slandered her. This time, I met it and wanted to get justice. When those people heard that this was the case, they all said forget it, forget it. The darker it gets, the more it gets confused, and when God opens his eyes, it will be cleared up.

The old lady hummed the Peking Opera and went away, I knew that it was useless to catch up with her, and I didn't have much chance of winning, so I had to calm down.

The wind was still blowing, and the sky was getting more and more cloudy. At this time, not only the crying came from the old lady's house in Dongtoulin, but even the crying came from the second fool's house, the crying was terrible, sometimes high and sometimes low, and several people on the street didn't know whether they were frozen or frightened, and they couldn't help but tremble. One person said: "Let's hurry up and get another set of paper, the second fool will wait to use it, and then complain about us when he is in a hurry." ”

Another person picked up the conversation and said, "Where is it? Isn't that set for the old lady of Dongtoulin to take? It will be tomorrow afternoon, but the paste on it will not be able to dry up immediately, and people will not let you take it!"

"But this banner and something like that will be used today! What about this?" a few people were worried.

I hurriedly said, "There's no way, hurry up and someone will notify the second fool's family, and someone will quickly find a clever woman to go and tear out a door flag." As far as I know, the big white peach in our village will tear that. Solve the things used today first, and let the Lin family hurry up tomorrow. Let's split up!"

As soon as I said this, everyone's brains were also activated, so I hurried to find the people in the village. Some people say that there should be a mural next to the bed of the dead man's corpse. I burned it just now. This thing will be used as soon as the person dies, so cover the dead body.

The painting is just a frame tied with straw and pasted with white paper, in order to have something on the white paper, many use a brush to draw lotus, green bamboo and other things. But no one can hold the brush. Then they thought of me again and asked me to go and wipe a few strokes in a hurry.

I had no choice but to go, but I didn't want anything good about that thing, and it was burned at the funeral along with the couplet announcement on the door.

When I arrived at the second fool's house, someone told the second fool's family about the situation. The second fool's family has no good way, so they have to do it themselves and make some simple things to deal with. The neighbors all came to help, and the many people were fast, and the shadow wall quickly became mixed. I found a brush and ink and smeared a painting on the shadow wall, "Old Trees, Vines, Crows, Small Bridges and Flowing Waters". On the branch of a dead stump stood a bewildered crow, and in the distance there was a hut in the sunset, and a wooden bridge at the door. I was drawing, and suddenly a few heavy drops of rain fell from the sky, and they landed right on top of the crow I was drawing.

Not long after the crow was painted, the ink had not yet dried, and the rain fell just as the crow was flushed, so I hurriedly found someone to move it into the house. I just stopped painting. That's it, except that the crow has gotten bigger.

There is always a sense of foreboding when people look at it.