Ermiao has five acres of land at home, the work in the farmland is basically Gou Fugui is taking care of, Ermiao also does, but basically he doesn't work hard, he has to rest for half a day when he is tired, Fugui feels sorry for his daughter-in-law, Ermiao has no complaints no matter how little he does, the big man has the strength, it's a big deal to go down to the ground every morning for a while, and harvest a little later next night.

However, the second seedling is not uncounted, usually lazy is lazy, three summers and three autumns can not be really lazy, to determine the quality of the year's harvest is concentrated in these two seasons.

Standing on the ridge and looking far away, there are golden wheat waves everywhere, a gust of wind blows, and the wheat waves roll one after another.

Everywhere there are people who are harvesting the crops, adults bending down to cut the wheat, and children who can't make the most of it carry baskets to pick up the fallen ears of wheat.

Gou Fugui put down the basket, poured out the sickle, and handed the empty basket to the jujube flowers, asking her to pick up the ears of wheat. picked up the sharpened sickle and handed it to Er Miao: "Hua her mother, if you are tired, you can rest." ”

"Hmm." Ermiao took the sickle and followed Fugui to choose a ridge and start mechanical labor.

The wheat is ripe and dry, and when you brush it with your hand, it makes a "rustling" sound. Fugui just wants to return to the warehouse as soon as possible, he holds a handful of wheat with his left hand, and takes a sickle in his right hand to draw along the root of the wheat straw, the straw breaks in response, and then hugs and strokes again, Fugui has a big hand, and three handfuls can be beaten into a wheat man.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the air seemed to have a scorching heat, and for a moment, the beads of sweat fell like rain, and his clothes were soaked, and he couldn't rest at all, with a towel around his neck, wiping it at will, and his hands still didn't stop.

Ermiao followed Fugui to concentrate on harvesting wheat, forgetting everything for a while, and only the ripe wheat field was left in front of him.

Ermiao finally discovers that when she concentrates on something, she forgets all her fears and worries. So she forced herself not to think about anything else, but to concentrate on harvesting wheat, and gradually entered the state, and there was only one thought left in her mind: cutting wheat, cutting wheat, cutting wheat.

Compared with the three summers of previous years, this year's Ermiao is too unusual, it can be called crazy, and he also worked in previous years, but he will combine work and rest, rest when he is tired, drink water, and fan the wind. This year's second seedlings have been harvesting non-stop with their heads bored. When Fugui inadvertently looked back, he was surprised to find that Ermiao did not lag far behind him, if in previous years, Fugui cut a ridge, Ermiao can cut a half ridge It would be very good.

In the evening, the rich couple brought the bundled wheat home, ate a simple meal, and the family fell asleep on the bed.

Ermiao has a new discovery, when people are extremely tired, they will not have insomnia, not only will they not have insomnia, but they will also fall asleep, and they will not even have a dream when they sleep until dawn. She hadn't slept so sweetly for a long time, and the next day, she worked harder, and the whole person threw herself into the field.

At first, Fugui felt very relieved, felt that it was still his wife, and finally knew that he felt sorry for him, but slowly he felt that something was wrong, the wheat was threshed, the autumn grain was planted, and even the public grain was delivered, Ermiao was still as industrious as ever, and he cleaned up over and over again outside the home without saying anything, and took the initiative to ask him when he would work in the field. Even if you kill stubble, you have to wait for the stick seedlings to grow to more than one bundle long.

Fugui is worried, Ermiao has never been like this, it's like a different person, and Ermiao has not only become diligent, but also made a 180-degree turn in his attitude towards Fugui, not to mention laundry and cooking, I miss Fugui's hard work, sometimes I have to pinch Fugui's shoulders on a whim, but Fugui is frightened, what's wrong with her mother? Goosebumps get straight up when I think about wealth, abnormal, too abnormal! He thought about it and thought about it, and suddenly remembered that on the way down the ground a few days ago, Er Miao fell and fell into the dry ditch, and he thought: Is it because that fall lost his soul, or provoked some evil god's upper body?

Fugui carefully observed Ermiao for two days, to make sure that his guess was correct, he sighed and went out for a walk, just walked around the corner, just happened to meet Yang Xinghe sitting on the stone platform at the door of the house smoking dry smoke: "Uncle, have you finished eating?" Fugui sat on the stone platform without eyebrows.

"Well, just eat." Yang Xinghe let go of the dry cigarette in his hand: "Smoke? ”

Fugui waved his hand: "No, I can't enjoy it." ”

"What can't you enjoy here, they all say that a cigarette after dinner and a race over the living immortals." Yang Xinghe took a few puffs, spit out a long puff of green smoke, and squinted at Fugui before saying, "Look at your bitter and hateful face, what makes you embarrassed like this?" Talk to your uncle, and your uncle will give you ideas. ”

Fugui leaned in front of Yang Xinghe, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, let me ask you something, first of all, I declare that I am not spreading feudal thoughts. ”

"What's the matter, why are you still so mysterious, say, I'll listen." The two big men were so close to each other, Yang Xinghe felt awkward, and he moved to the side quietly.

Fugui looked around left and right for a while, and then lowered his voice and said, "Uncle, you said that a person suddenly became abnormal, is it possible that he lost his soul or was demonic." ”

Yang Xinghe is interested, so the woman's pillow is very windy, and the old ladies of his family are okay in his ear Zhang Jiajia's short arrangement, the edified Yang Xinghe also became gossipy, his face was full of folds and bloomed instantly, and his already cloudy eyes also became five points more energetic, raised the cigarette pouch pot and knocked on the soles of his shoes, and stretched his head to Fugui: "Who?" Who is not normal! ”

"Who else! My wife, spend her mother. ”

"What's wrong with my eldest niece?"

"That's it, it's that I found that she has become diligent, the chairs and benches at home have been wiped over and over again, the paint has been wiped off and wiped off, the clothes are not dirty to wash, if you want this washing method, you have to let her wash it if it doesn't wear it, and you have to go down to the field to work, uncle, you say, we croppers, when and what work is counted, and now there is no work in the field, these flowers and her mother should also know, and there are ......."

Speaking of this, Fugui twisted: "Also, Hua her mother is suddenly good to me." Thinking of this, Fugui suddenly shuddered: "My mother is here, the good ones are unbearable." ”

Yang Xinghe pointed at Fugui with a pot with a bag under his eyes, grinning with big yellow teeth and a smile: "I look at you, it's just cheap, isn't it good for my eldest niece to become diligent?" It's not normal to be nice to you, and it's okay to call your bear's fart as usual? ”

Fugui stiffened his neck: "I just don't feel normal, I'm not sure to spend her mother like this, uncle, what do you say." ”

Yang Xinghe groaned for a while and said: "Hearing you say this, I don't feel right, this is not my eldest niece's style, why did Er Miao start like this before?" ”

"What ago?" Fugui thought for a while: "I think, the first day of the day, the wheat was cut, and Hua her mother accidentally fell into the ditch, and she has not been normal since then." ”

"I can't keep it, it's because my eldest niece fell down, no, you call the soul to try."

"What do you call it, uncle, you teach me." Fugui looked at Yang Xinghe.

Yang Xinghe stood up and walked back with the back of his hand: "You come with me, this is said to be heard by others outside, we should say that we are a tumor of feudal thought, how can we post our big-character posters, besides, I don't know too much, your aunt understands, let her teach you." ”

Ding Guilian is brushing the pot with a big broom, there is only one pot at home, very large, fixed on the stove, boiling water, cooking, and stir-frying are all this pot, and the oil smell must be carefully cleaned up after each stir-fry, otherwise the boiled water is not delicious, and the taste is like drinking vegetable soup.

Ding Guilian grabbed a handful of alkali and was cleaning up in a circle back and forth, when she heard Yang Xinghe's voice: "Old woman, don't panic first, Fugui is looking for you to have something." ”

"What's the matter?" Ding Guilian turned around.

"Busy, auntie, I'll help you." Fugui stretched out his hand and raised it, which was regarded as a greeting.

"No, no." Ding Guilian put the brush on the side of the pot and beckoned her daughter to come over to help: "Dani, come and brush the pot." ”

Ding Guilian took off her apron, helped Dani tie it, picked up a rag and wiped her hands: "Say, what's the matter with your aunt?" ”

"I just want to ask my aunt what kind of charter this soul is."

"Soul calling?!" Ding Guilian's voice was a little loud.

Yang Xinghe glared at Ding Guilian and scolded dissatisfiedly: "Why are you so loud?" ”

"Oh." Ding Guilian hurriedly lowered her voice: "Who lost his soul?" ”

"Who else can there be, flower her mother, I can't worry about other people."

"Ermiao?" Ding Guilian thought about it for a while: "She is so good, she was still pulling with me before harvesting the wheat, and I didn't see anything wrong." ”

"On the day of the wheat harvesting, Hua her mother fell, and it was wrong to beat."

"Huh!" Ding Guilian's triangular eyes lit up, and she felt her spirits lifted: "Tell my aunt quickly, what's wrong." ”

After listening to Fugui's retelling, she clasped her hands together and slapped it violently: "It must be something wrong, this person has three souls and six spirits, maybe which soul and which soul has fallen, the human soul is unstable, and the evil is easy to get on the body, this is simple, when it gets dark, you take the clothes that Er Miao often wears, lead her to the place where she wrestles and scream, put on the clothes, and then burn some paper money, light a stick of incense to send away the evil on her body, go home and sleep, and get up the next morning." ”

"It's as simple as that?" Rich and noble do not believe.

"It's not easy!" Ding Guilian said seriously: "You listen to me teach you slowly." ”

Before liberation, Ding Guilian's mother was a well-known goddess nearby, and she was particularly proficient in fortune-telling, soul calling and other things. After the liberation, especially during the ***** period, the cow ghosts, snakes and gods were deeply hit, and the goddesses and gods had already shrunk their heads, and they didn't dare to gasp.

Heroes are useless, today someone finally came to the door to ask for advice, Ding Guilian was happy, and taught the process and precautions about calling the soul to Fugui in detail, and when he called the soul, he must call the name of Ermiao, which is the name on the household register.