She committed suicide here in her last life, and the tree was still the same tree, and the crooked neck tree at this time was not very strong, unlike when it grew into a big tree ten years later. Or even if she were to hang it at this time, the tree wouldn't be able to carry her weight, right?

Turning his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a small dirt bag under the tree, revealing a dress carved out of wood, and a foot without shoes.

She remembered that in her previous life, there was a land temple at the entrance of the village, and because it was in disrepair, the statue of the land lord was also buried in the earth.

At that time, she dug up the statue of the god of the land, and built a small shrine with the only money she had, and brought tribute to worship every day.

When she was in a bad mood, she regarded the landlord as the object of her confiding, and sometimes she chatted to him for hours, and the parents told him all the trivial and trivial things.

Because of the company of the landlord, she was able to live for a few more years, otherwise she would have committed suicide in ten years.

But it's ten years ago, and the land lord should still be buried here, right?

She stooped over and dug in the earth for a while, and sure enough, she found an idol.

The patent leather on the statue has fallen off, and it looks tattered, and there are no shoes on a pair of feet.

She sighed lightly, now the common people don't dare to believe in ghosts, ghosts and gods, the land temple is gone, and the statues of the gods are buried in the soil. This beautiful statue of the god is thrown here, and it must have been brilliant when it was first carved.

He took out a handkerchief from his bosom and gently rubbed the wooden statue, slowly wiping off the floating soil on it, revealing the amiable face of the land lord.

She looked closely, and the statue was still the same as before, still so kind and kind, so amiable, it made people feel like they wanted to talk.

In her previous life, she couldn't bring the idol home, so in this life, she just took it out and worshiped it well.

I wrapped the idol in a handkerchief and held it carefully in my arms, thinking that when I would paint it again, it should look brighter.

I sat there for a while, seeing that it was getting dark, and I didn't think of what to do. In the end, what she lacks most now is money, and if she doesn't have money, she has nothing.

Her father died early, and it was her mother's hard work to bring her and her brother up.

It turned out that there was a chicken at home, but no one was allowed to eat eggs, and my mother always saved enough five eggs, so she took them to the town to exchange money, and she had to walk more than ten miles each time. An egg costs a few cents, and the total can't sell much money, and it can barely make ends meet in exchange for some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

It's still sneaky, and if you get caught, you'll have to be locked up. But then the chicken died, and the family didn't even have that expense. Sometimes I want to buy some salt, but I don't have the money.

Her brother once had a girlfriend, but they asked for a bride price of 100 yuan. One hundred yuan, which is equivalent to the income of the whole family for several years. The eldest brother earns only eight yuan a month in the production team, and with the two of his mother working, he can barely eat and drink as a family. What do I have to do to earn fifty dollars?

It's 73 years now, and there are still several years before the reform and opening up, and they are not allowed to do business, so if they want to make money, they can only wait for the sky to fall from the sky.

As he was scratching his head, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear say, "Dig up." ”

She was stunned, "What? ”

"Dig up."

The voice said it again.

She looked left and right, but didn't find a figure, and couldn't help but wonder in her heart, who was talking to her?

Digging? And what did she let dig up?

There is only this crooked neck tree nearby, and the place where she hanged herself is under this tree, could there be something under this tree?

Thinking of this, she hurriedly squatted under the tree, found half a piece of rusty white iron sheet that she didn't know who threw it, and began to dig up.

After digging to a depth of about a foot, I suddenly saw a dark black jar. She was overjoyed, could there really be any treasure in it?

Carefully open the lid of the jar, revealing a white flower.

"It's a silver dollar." She exclaimed, she really didn't expect that this jar actually contained silver dollars, there were hundreds of them.

It turned out that before her father died, he had left a silver dollar, which was given by one of her father's aunts. My aunt's family is a landlord, and she secretly hid some when she raided the house, and later because her father saved her aunt's life, she gave one to her father.

After her father died, the family really couldn't untie the pot. Her mother sold the silver dollar for ten dollars.

Such a large jar of silver dollars, there are not thousands of dollars?

There was a burst of ecstasy in her heart, it seems that this is a fortune given to her by God, God wants to change her luck, and specially sent these silver dollars, otherwise how could she have dug them up by coincidence?

She took out the jar, took off her coat and wrapped it whole, and buried the pit dug in the ground, so that she could not see the slightest trace, and then shook the soil on her body and stood up.

She hugged the jar and walked back, thinking that even if she went home, she couldn't hand over the silver dollar, she wanted to keep it, and when the policy improved in the future, she would use the money to start a business.

When she got home, it was already dark, and her mother was eating in the house with her brother, when she heard the footsteps, Aunt Du couldn't help but scold, "Dead girl, why did you come back so late?" ”

Zhang Xiaoying replied indiscriminately, saying that she had a stomachache, so she went to the toilet.

Many toilets in rural areas are independent in the yard, dig a pit in the yard, and lay bricks in the yard, even if it is a toilet.

Some are just toilets, but some are still raising pigs in the pit below, and the pigs arch back and forth, and you can see a pig's head when you look down, and the look is really scary that people can't pull out the.

But their family is poor, there are no chickens, and there are no more pigs.

Zhang Xiaoying dug a pit with a shovel in the toilet, buried the jar, then covered it with soil, and found two bricks to cover it.

After everything was done, she walked out, and Zhang Xiaoqing outside saw that the toilet had not moved for a long time, and was still there to ask, "Xiaoying, what's wrong with you?" Is it diarrhea? ”

Zhang Xiaoying replied casually, "Yes." He went to the urn and scooped up some water and washed his hands before going into the house.

At this time, her mother had finished eating with her brother, and there was still half a bowl of sorghum noodle porridge left on the table, as well as pickled pickled cabbage gnocchi at home.

But today she was also hungry, and with the money in her hands and the bottom of her heart, this meal was extraordinarily sweet.

Aunt Du saw that she was happy to eat, and gradually relieved herself. She thought that her daughter would try her best to resist and make trouble with her, but it seemed like a tacit acquiescence.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoying was obedient, her voice was much softer, and she said with a smile: "Xiaoying, go get one of the cakes in the pot and eat them." ”

Zhang Xiaoying knew that this cake was for the eldest brother, and the eldest brother had to work in the field during the day to earn work, and he had to eat well. There are only a few cakes in total, and she usually doesn't have her turn to eat. Today, her mother felt sorry for her, so she was extra kind to let her eat one.

Their family is poorer than their uncle's family, and they can't even afford to eat stick noodles. The cake was sorghum flour mixed with wild vegetables and spread on a pot. Generally, there are more wild vegetables, less flour, and there is no stickiness in sorghum noodles, so you must hold them with both hands when eating, otherwise they will be scattered into slag. It tastes the same and makes my throat hurt.