In the eyes of others, my father is a craftsman who lives as a carpenter, but I think he is very strange and even a little evil.

My grandfather is so old that he has a hobby - collecting a lot of money.

If he has nothing to do, he will go around collecting a lot of money, and he doesn't want it if he is in good condition, so he picks those old big money and pulls it home.

Someone used to say that he saw my father drill through the tomb circle, and when he came out, he carried a lot of money in his hand, saying that he didn't want to die in order to get money, and even pulled out the money of the dead.

There was a lot of uproar at the time, and many people in the village went out of their way to see the cemetery. But from the beginning to the end of the graveyard, not a single grave has been opened, not even a single piece of grass has fallen on the grave.

My father slapped the two of them in the mouth on the spot, and this matter is over. But I know that my father must have been to the cemetery. Sometimes he came back in the middle of the night with the smell of a coffin, exactly like the coffin in my house.

There are rules in the countryside that coffins are not allowed to enter the house, even if the old man prepares the longevity materials for himself, they can only be placed in the warehouse, but my father not only got the coffin into the house, but also monopolized the east house used by the Northeast people for the ancestors and the great immortals.

The only function of that coffin is to hold the big money that my father recovered.

Every time my father took the big money back, he would turn off the lights in the middle of the night, squat on the ground in the dark and grind it back and forth with a whetstone, until the big money could reflect the light from the window.

When my father had finished grinding the money, he threw it into the coffin in the back room and never took it out again. He himself said that it was to platter the bottom of the coffin for himself, and never let me touch the big money in the coffin, and when he did, he would whip my hand hard.

My grandfather also specially told me: I can't say anything about my family, I can't say a word, even if I have a stomach full of questions, I have to hold it in my stomach, and I will tell you sooner or later what I should tell you.

What my father wouldn't let me ask, I didn't dare to think deeply. Later, something happened that made me realize that my grandfather was really not an ordinary person.

When I was ten years old, I followed my father to a neighboring county town to buy some wood. My grandfather told me to wait by the side of the road, and he went with someone to load the materials. Then an old man came up to me and asked, "Young man, how old are you, and what are you?" ”

I said, "I'm a 10-year-old tiger, Howla?" ”

The old man said to me, "Give me a hundred dollars, can you do some work for me?" ”

As soon as I heard about a hundred dollars, then I didn't do it? And he followed him. Who would have thought that when I arrived at the place, I found out that he asked me to carry the coffin. The old man also said that he wanted to get some "two tigers carrying the coffin".

I'm going to stop listening to that. The elders said that once the coffin pole is pressed, the luck is at least three years lower. If you are close to the elders, forget it, if you carry the coffin to outsiders, maybe you won't be able to turn over for ten or eight years.

I saw that the other "tiger" was about my age, and I was obviously a little silly. Or who is willing to let the child come over to be filial and carry the coffin?

The old man brought me to carry the coffin, didn't that trap me?

I wanted to leave, but the old man grabbed me and said that I had already collected the money and wouldn't let me go, so he pressed me and put a strap on me. The master of ceremonies over there shouted "Worship incense" and was about to put the incense burner on my head.

When I was so frightened that I hid in the back, my grandfather didn't know how to come, so he reached out and grabbed the three sticks of incense in the incense burner, broke them out, and broke them off with a brush. As soon as my palms sank, my grandfather inserted three fiery incense sticks upside down into the incense burner, then reached out and lifted the strap on my body, and pulled me away.

The family was anxious on the spot, saying that my father had ruined his family's luck, and said that he would not let the two of us go.

My grandfather said with a cold face: "If you dare not let me go, I can make the people in the coffin unable to get out!" ”

The old man who lied to me snorted: "If you want to leave, you have to lose the money." Your grandson took me a hundred, and if you didn't do anything, you have to pay three hundred. If you don't have money, you will take things to the account. ”

Back then, a hundred dollars was not a small amount. How can my grandfather have so much money? As a result, my father gave all his timber to the old man who drove us over, and borrowed 300 yuan from him to the family.

After my father took me out, he walked around the county for more than half a day, until it was almost dark, and then he came to the door of the house, and buried a pig-killing knife and a large coin from the butcher dealer in Dajishang directly opposite the gate of his house.

After my father finished this, he turned around and left without saying a word, and returned to the hotel and threw a sentence to Lao Zhangtou, "Qin Shang's house looks at it, when will his house hang out three wattles at the door, when will you come to me", and took me home overnight.

I cried while walking on the road: "It's all my fault, we let people blame me." ”

My grandfather said, "It's okay, in a few days, I'll let them kneel and return the money." ”

At that time, I guess my grandfather couldn't wipe his face before he told people to say this. What can he do with burying those things?

Who would have thought that more than half a month later, Lao Zhangtou rushed to my house in a hurry, and the first thing he said when he entered the door was: Brother, you are really a god!

After you left, the house started to make trouble. The old man who died walked home every day, and whoever touched it had a high fever that would not go away, and the adults and children were so burned that they were talking nonsense.

The house invited three groups of people, and those people were either blind, or they had two knives, and they didn't use their fart, not only did they not suppress the thing, but they almost put themselves in it.

Let's just say that the old deflated calf who cheated you out of money, patted his chest in front of the people in the village and said that it must be fine, but the old lady nodded and sent the person to the entrance of the village, and before he left the village, he saw that the old deflated calf did not step forward on either foot, his eyes looked at the avenue, and he walked out of more than ten meters obliquely, and he stuck on the ground with one head, crawled forward like a long worm, and climbed all the way into the stinky ditch on the side of the road.

The family didn't see it well, so they quickly spent a lot of money to invite an old gentleman from out of town. The man was a little good, and after a while of coming, he found the pig-killing knife you buried.

The old gentleman squatted on the ground and watched for a long time before he held back a sentence: "Those who have offended your own family, go and make amends yourself!" Otherwise, I would have been able to manage the first year of junior high school, but I would not have been able to manage the fifteenth. ”

The head of the family asked him what was going on, and the old gentleman said: "Your family's feng shui is all on the gate, and someone has made your family a 'thousand miles to dragon' feng shui, and the earth qi from outside not only makes your family's wealth widespread, but also suppresses the evil qi outside you, and does not let things from outside." ”

"Someone buried a bloody pig-killing knife in front of your house, stuck right in the dragon's neck." 'A thousand miles to the dragon', you still have a shit? There is a fierce knife forcing the dragon road, which not only blocks the feng shui of your home, but also brings evil qi into the house; With a leading money, it's strange that your old man doesn't come back. ”

"It's a master who does this, and a pig-killing knife can make your family restless, which shows that he can not only see feng shui, but also attract spirits and ghosts. If you hadn't offended anyone, he wouldn't have done it. If I take care of this, I have to get into it myself, I can't take care of it. ”

The head of the house was frightened and cried at that time, and told you what had offended you.

The gentleman was angry at the time: "What are you doing here?" Pit people to Mr. Big's head! People didn't directly let your family die, it was merciful. Let's find someone!

The old lady was so frightened that she cried, saying that she couldn't find anyone. The head of the family pulled Mr. and said good things for a long time, and then he said, let the family hang thorns at the door, and specially shouted a few times: "That master, my owner is ignorant and offended Huwei." I should have been guilty of asking for it, but I couldn't find your fairy town. There are wattles hanging on the door, and you can come and vent casually. ”

When Lao Zhangtou said this, his eyebrows fluttered: "That house has hung three wattles in three days, and as soon as I look at it, I will come back immediately to report to you." Dude, are you a gentleman? ”

My grandfather said, "Ask what are you doing?", and began to pack up my things and take me out. When we arrived at the house, my father reached out and grabbed the thorn strip on the door, and swaggered towards his yard.

An old man in a blue cloth tunic also greeted him, and when he saw my father, he hugged his fist: "The three mountains and five mountains produce true gods, and the five lakes and the four seas hide golden immortals." Dare to ask your friend what kind of incense is burning? ”

I don't know what he meant by asking, but I can guess that he probably wanted to be close to my grandfather.

But my father came with a thorn stick: "The incense burner is broken, and no incense is burned." ”

The old gentleman's face changed a few times before he sighed and pointed to the head of the family: "You caused the trouble yourself, and you will recycle it yourself." ”

The old man came over and knelt down with a "poof": "Old man, I'm not sensible, you have great powers, don't be like me...... Oh oh—"

My grandfather didn't wait for him to finish, and picked up the thorn strip and looked at his face. The thorn strips were all windy, and there was a blood on the face, and the old man called Mom in pain.

My grandfather said again with a cold face: "Put your hand down, I haven't hit it twice!" ”

My grandfather's face looked like he was going to kill someone, and no one in the courtyard dared to come over to persuade him. The old man finally let go, and my father pulled it again, and the old man's mouth was bleeding.

My grandfather threw the wattle to me: "You hit it one last time." ”

Last time, I was scared when I saw that there were many of them, but this time with my father's support, what am I afraid of, and I walked forward with a thorn stick. The old man didn't dare to do anything to my father, but he stared at me with his eyes.

I startled his eyes at first, but I immediately came back to my senses, picked up the wattle and slashed my head and face. This slap hit him right on the eyelids, and the man rolled on the ground like a pig.

I was so scared that I was afraid that I would blind people, so I quickly peeked to see my father.

But my father acted like a nobody: "Don't be afraid, he caused himself to be blind." He didn't pull out his eyeballs, and he had to be grateful to Dade. ”