The seven old men were in a mess in their hearts. On this day, Liu Xiaosi's matter, Jinbao's wife's appearance, was a mess in his heart.

The seven old men tied the old ewe to the edge of the vegetable field, let it eat the leaves, and began to squat down to collect the vegetables in the field.

The vegetables of the seven old men are well planted, and the cauliflower is as big as a small pot, white as jade; The lotus white is delicate and firm, and one has four or five catties; The leek is slender and tender yellow, with a strong fragrance......

It's still the best land, if you treat her seriously, she will give you the best reward. Looking at those vegetables in good condition, the seven old men's hearts felt better.

"Seven old men, collect the vegetables." Jinbao came back from outside the village on a motorcycle, saw the seven old men collecting vegetables, stopped the motorcycle and walked over.

The seven old men glanced up at Jinbao, thinking of Jinbao's old lady, they were very unhappy and ignored him.

Jinbao walked over and looked up and down around the old ewe.

Maybe Jinbao, the guy who killed the sheep, with that murderous aura, the old ewe was restless, kicking the soil under her feet, and bleating.

Qiuqiu also ran over and barked at Jinbao.

"Get out of here, you little thing, you dare to bite when you're a little big." Kimble drives the ball.

The ball did not give up the momentum of attacking, and pounced on it.

"Be careful, don't look at its small size, it bit several rats today." Thinking of Qiuqiu's bite to death of the mouse, the seven old men felt proud in their hearts.

"Seven old men, you see that your old ewe looks pretty good, buy it for me, the mutton has been selling very well in the past two days." Jinbao stated his purpose.

"You climb farther for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu's sheep is not for sale." This sheep seven old men have been raising for several years, the mother is good, and the lambs born are not too big, so the seven old men are reluctant to sell it.

Jinbao didn't know where he offended the Seven Old Men, and he was always so polite when he spoke.

"Hehe, seven old men, I'm afraid it's not that the seventh old lady has been gone for a few years, you can't hold it back by yourself, and sleep with the old ewe in a bed at night."

"You unlucky turtle son on your back, you just slept with the old ewe, you are ****** little brute." The seven old men are elders, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, they open their mouths and scold.

"Hehe, Seven Old Men, look at you, if you don't sell it, forget it, why are you still scolding."

"Lao Tzu not only scolds you, but also beats your turtle son." The seven old men had red eyes, pulled a lotus-white pole and came to hit Jinbao.

"Old fellow, who kicked your balls out today, such a big anger." Jinbao hurriedly stepped back, smiling and laughing at the seven old men as he retreated.

The Seven Old Men suddenly stopped, and he smelled a strange fragrance.

The fragrance was so penetrating that it seemed to be close to you, but it seemed to float down from the air. The flavor is so strong that it will not disperse if it drifts out for miles with the wind. The taste is indescribable, like roast lamb, like roasted sweet potatoes, and like fried peanuts. The fragrance is strange and evil, and the seven old men have never smelled such a smell in their decades of life experience.

The seven old men sucked a few mouthfuls, and felt a little bored, as if there was a greasy mass of oil stuck in his throat, making people unable to spit it out or swallow, like a mouthful of phlegm held in the throat.

The seven old men blushed violently, coughed violently, and that strange thing came out of his throat.

"Oh my God, what the hell is this, it smells so evil." The seven old men patted their chests with some foreboding.

"Jinbao, Jinbao, hurry up, your old house is on fire." Someone shouted at Campbell in the distance.

The seven old men looked to the west of Cheche Mountain, and there was smoke rising from the bamboo forest, climbing up to the sky like an oolong.

"It's over, my sheep are still in the old house." Jinbao ran to the motorcycle in a few steps as if it had burned his buttocks, and ran away on the motorcycle.

"It's over, Jinbao's wife is still in the house." The seven old men thought of the old woman who was going to die.

It's over, it must be his words that the oven will burn the quilt to remind the old woman who wants to die. The seven old men don't care about the ball, and they often run to the old house of the Jinbao family.

When the seven old men ran to the old house of the Jinbao family, the fire was already out of control. The flames had already reached the roof, and the smoke carried the strange fragrance to the sky.

Jinbao and his mother-in-law, Yangchun, had dark faces, as if they had crawled out of the ashes. A few sheep were running around in the bamboo forest, and some of their hair had been burned, emitting a scorching smell.

"Jinbao, your wife is still in the firewood room, hurry up and get her out." The seven old men wanted to rush in, but one of them grabbed him.

"Seventh brother, don't go in, you're not saved." Liu Xiaosi grabbed the seven old men, "This fire is on the roof, and it can't be saved." ”

"Extinguish the fire, hurry up and put out the fire, you have to find the body when you die." The seven old men stomped their feet and shouted.

There is no pond near this old house, because it has been moved, and many of the original wells have been filled with mud, where to find water to extinguish the fire.

"Chop the bamboo and shoot it." Wu Mingjiang found a scimitar of the Jinbao family and cut down a bamboo in a few strokes.

Onlookers lifted bamboos and slapped the flames.

Bamboo after bamboo was cut down.

There was a random slapping, and the fire was smaller.

The seven old men held a bamboo pole and pulled the embers that were still smoking and sparks in the firewood room.

The seven old men had come to this firewood house and knew the layout of the house.

The seven old men quickly found the wooden bed, but the bed had collapsed, and there was a small humanoid object in the ashes, charred and black. That's where that strange scent comes from.

The seven old men couldn't help but tremble, as if their hearts had been pinched hard, and the pain spread from their hearts to their whole bodies.

"Jinbao, Jinbao, you little brute, the unlucky turtle son on your back, look at this is your mother. You're so caring about your sheep, your mother can't catch up with a sheep. You said, why didn't your wife give birth to you in the Heitan River in the first place? What's the use of having a dog like yours? ”

The seven old men burst into tears, pointing at Jinbao and scolding.

"Mom, mom too." Seeing the tragic condition of the old woman, Jinbao couldn't help crying.

"Cry, cry ball, what did you do just now?" The good-tempered Wu Mingjiang also spoke with some anger, "Hurry up and find a white cloth to wrap your mother." ”

Chunyang found a white sheet from home, but no one dared to pull the old woman out of the fire.

"Jinbao, come here, this is the old lady who gave birth to you and raised you, you wrap her up yourself." The seven old men stared at Jinbao with red eyes.

Jinbao was a little scared, and looked at the seven old men with some anxiety, and he didn't dare to walk over.

"Bastard, pull up the white cloth." Wu Mingjiang walked over and carried out the body of Jinbao's mother, "You remember, when your mother's funeral is over, hang red firecrackers for Lao Tzu." ”

"Hey, Uncle Wu, I remember." Jinbao nodded incessantly, holding the hand of the white cloth and sifting chaff trembling.

"Old sister-in-law, poor evildoer, before leaving, she can't even put on a single piece of clothing." The seven old men cried as they spoke, wrapping the old woman layer by layer.

The crowd dispersed, and that kind of scene would make many people have nightmares, and no one wanted to take a second look.

The strange smell was still in the air, and many people in Checheshan were not able to eat that night. An ominous atmosphere enveloped Cheche Mountain, and even the night became a little gloomy.

Many people closed the door early, and even Zhao Quan, who had been crying wolves in the middle of the night, did not routinely sing his midnight song. The night in Checheshan was quiet for a few months, but almost the entire villagers of Checheshan couldn't sleep all night.