Around the year 2000, I was a primary school student. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAt that time, people in the village were spreading rumors that some people's donkeys in other villages had been stolen, and that the police still hadn't caught the donkey thieves. This kind of local news made the people in the village nervous, and the adults in each family began to lose sleep at night, and they always had to listen to the donkeys in the pen every once in a while to see if there was any movement, and if there was no movement, they had to run to the circle to see it. The donkey is the main labor force in the family, if it is stolen, it means that the production will be temporarily suspended, this is a major event of the family, and there can be no sloppiness.

On a winter night, the moonlight illuminated the whole village brightly. I was pushed by my grandfather in his sleep, and I faintly heard the sound of people outside and the sound of intermittent banging on the iron basin. My subconscious told me that something big must have happened in the village, otherwise how could anyone be messing around in such a late night, and my grandfather kept asking me questions, all of which were covered by drowsiness, and I couldn't open my eyes at all. As soon as Grandpa finished asking, I casually agreed, fell down on the kang and continued to sleep. It wasn't until later that my grandfather got angry and yelled at me: If you don't tell me where the key is, our donkey will be stolen!

All of a sudden, I came to my senses, oh my God, is the donkey thief coming?

I put on a casual gown and ran outside with my grandfather from the house to see what was going on, and in the moonlight I saw a group of people banging on iron and chasing something frantically, and the whole night sky was very noisy with this noise. I was a little nervous, holding a shovel and began to tremble, and all kinds of scenes after the thieves came to my mind, I thought, if there were really thieves, I decided to fight them to the death, and suddenly I had the glorious images of various people's heroes that I had learned in textbooks.

Grandpa said to me, "Don't run around, I'll go see if the donkey over there is there!" Grandpa said that the other side was Grandpa's house (Mother went to extract oil that night, and Grandpa looked at us. ）

I said yes, but my legs kept shaking.

I stood like a fool in the moonlight and waited for almost an hour, but there was still no sign of the donkey thief. Grandpa also came back from there, and he said that it should be fine now, so I followed him back to the house. I wanted to ask my grandfather what everyone in the village was doing, but the drowsiness came again, so I continued to fall asleep.

It wasn't until the next day that there was big news in the village about the events of last night.

Here's how it happened: two people from neighboring villages came to our village to hunt rabbits, but as soon as they entered our village, they were discovered by an old man in the village, who mistook it for a donkey thief, picked up a shovel and began to strike, waking up the surrounding villagers to encircle and suppress the donkey thief. The two young men who were beating rabbits were stunned by this scene, so they ran away, and the crowd in the village chased after them, until they were blocked by the adults and children of the village, and they panted and confessed the truth. It turned out to be a misunderstanding, and the donkey thief didn't show up at all.

In fact, when I think about it now, if it weren't for the people of this village, even if the thief had seven guts, he might not dare to come to our village. There is a saying about our village: there are four mouths on all sides, and there is a nest of ghosts in the middle. This describes the special geographical location of our village, and it also shows in disguise that the villagers of our village are extremely cunning. Just ask, which thief will die in vain and burrow into the ghost den?

Although the thief was a misunderstanding, it was enough to show that the villagers were brave enough, and it is said that an old man wearing a trouser and carrying a whip rushed forward in the footsteps of the young man. It can be seen that in order to protect the inherent assets of the village, the grandfathers are at all costs.

Looking at today's society, most people are timid and afraid of things, and when people's property is stolen or lost, who can dare to rush up and say "no" bare-chested? Society is constantly progressing and life is getting better and better, but what is manifested in human nature is lagging behind more and more, and there is more indifference and estrangement between people, and there is also less courage to uphold justice.