The following story is also a strange person, nicknamed "Flying on the Grass"

The surname of the grass is Yang, and the name is unknown.

This man was short in stature, with strange bones, and most characteristically, two tufts of hair grew on the soles of his feet. Grandpa said that people with hairy feet are Scuds.

This grass is like flying, and it can travel eight hundred times a night and a thousand a day.

Grandpa said: "There is a Shenxing Taibao in the Water Margin, and once upon a time there was a grass flying in our village!" Both of them are flying

Hairy legs!

There is no basis for words, but there is something to prove it.

Legend has it that one day, on a sunny winter day, Grass Flying went out with a felt hat.

When he returned, his felt hat was covered with snowflakes.

How far have you gone this time? No one knows.

It's a sunny day in the village, and when you come back, your hat is full of snowflakes, imagine for yourself?

Another time, Cao Shangfei's daughter-in-law steamed sticky bean buns one pot after another at home, and after the first pot came out of the pot, he asked Cao Shangfei to send it to his uncle.

Caoshangfei's uncle lives in Pingfang Village, thirty miles away from Zhaojiagou, and goes back and forth sixty miles.

Flying on the grass with a felt hat and carrying a basket of sticky bean bags, he went out of the yard and soon disappeared on the sidewalk at the entrance of the village. After about two bags of cigarettes, the second pot of sticky bean buns was still steaming on the pot, and the grass flew back and walked quickly into the yard.

"Did the sticky bean bun be delivered to my uncle's house?" The daughter-in-law squatted by the stove and asked while pulling the wind box with "hula hula".

"It's delivered!" Grass Fei said calmly.

"Yours is yours! That's fast! ”

"You don't know the strength of my feet yet? I don't blow the trumpet on the grass."

"Let's get on the kang and warm up for a while, right?"

"Hmm"

The daughter-in-law quickly took off her shoes on the grass, helped him to the kang, and then returned to the outhouse, opened the lid of the pot, and the steaming sticky bean buns came out of the pot! Flying on the grass from going to back, it's just the time of a pot of sticky bean buns, it's so fast!

Flying on the grass relies on the strength of his feet, and often goes to other places to commit crimes.

He often went out with an empty sack on his back, and when he came back, the sack was bulging with grain and grain.

Everyone knows that the grass flies outside to steal, but no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.

After the age of sixty, the grass flies old, and he never goes out to steal anymore.

Grandpa said that the grass flies on the mountain all year round. Back then, there was often a figure as light as a swallow in the undulating place,

It haunts the misty mountains. Sometimes he moves his muscles and bones in a vacant lot that he has carved out, and sometimes he sits down

Smoking in the grass, sometimes holding a whip, looking at the grazing sheep in a daze. This man is in his old age

Fly on the grass.

When Grandpa talked about this, I thought: Isn't this flying on the grass the snitch described in martial arts novels?

Grandpa said, "Flying on the grass is a thief!" Later, I changed my mind and washed my hands!