Chapter 112: Uncle Bingshan

During the summer vacation, Dahong returned to his hometown in the countryside, and it was full of good times after the land was settled. He and his mother were responsibly tying up the vines in preparation for the sowing of the seeds. He stood up and wiped the sweat on his forehead, stretched his waist and sighed: "Alas, my waist hurts so much!" "When you are a farmer, which dynasty and which generation is not bitter and sweaty? What makes my mother happiest is that you left the countryside and served an iron rice bowl to ensure the harvest during drought and flood. "Mom, what can you do? didn't give much support to his family, and even his own life was dying. "Dahong, your baby doesn't look at this mountain to that mountain." "Mom, over the years, the land households have said that the farmers' pockets are bulging." "It's good to grow crops and fill your stomach. It's too hot to do it, so let's go home. ”

Dahong sighed secretly: "Alas, it seems that this time I went home to make money for Hua Mei's confinement in vain." ”

On the way, the mother and son had no intention of chatting to Uncle Bingshan, and Xiong Qiniang said: "He is old, he has been sick in bed for a long time, and he can't take care of himself after eating, drinking, and Lazar, so pitiful." "He's not a five-guarantee household, the village should always be in charge." "Now that the land is divided among each family, even if there are good people in the village, they may not have that ability. It's good that a few of his own families go to help him from time to time, otherwise, where would he still be alive today? "Isn't the dog his own nephew?" "Hey, now it's your father and mother, you have no money and power, and your children may not recognize you."

After the land was settled, Uncle Bingshan's house was washed away by the rain, and the village gave him two idle storage rooms to live in. Later, he fell seriously ill and lost his ability to work, and the village distributed to him grains and crop straw according to the capitation.

Last winter, one night in the wind and snow, Uncle Bingshan was hungry and cold, driven by a strong desire to live, and went to his nephew's dog's house to knock on the door with a bamboo crutch and a fight. The dog's daughter-in-law opened the door and saw that it was him, scolded and closed the door.

Uncle Bingshan went back, freezing like a popsicle. I bothered myself to boil water to drink, but the firewood was exhausted, so I had to drag out the straw on the mat to burn the fire.

He burst into tears, and slammed his heart against the wall......

It's really a cheap bone with a big life, and although the flesh and blood are blurred, there is still a breath left. The next day, Xiong's mother and sister-in-law and her sister-in-law found that he had been miraculously rescued again.

After the beginning of spring this year, Uncle Bingshan's condition became more and more serious, and he completely collapsed in bed.

Dahong chatted with his mother and unconsciously walked to the storage room where Uncle Bingshan lived, and suddenly stopped his footsteps and said; "Mom, you smell it, it's a terrible smell!" "Hmm...... It's like something is rotting. Xiong Qiniang looked up and saw Uncle Bingshan's house, the door was closed, crawling with green-headed flies, and said, "Dahong, I'm afraid something happened, you go and knock on the door to see." ”

Dahong walked forward, and the smell of rotting corpses rushed to him. He covered his nose and knocked on the door: "Uncle Bingshan, Uncle Bingshan......" There was no reaction in the house, only the green-headed big flies on the door, flying around in shock.

Dahong ran back and said, "Mom, Uncle Bingshan is really in trouble." "Alas, Ye Wenzhi, the village party secretary, is not here, what should I do? In this way, you go and call the dog, and I will go to the captain Yang Anbang. ”

When the neighbors heard the news, they came to see the excitement, but they all stood far away. The dog covered his mouth and nose with a towel and opened the door, and a foul smell rushed to his face, wah-wah wah vomited and roared as he ran: "Oh my God, it's all a bunch of maggots!" ”

Everyone fled in all directions, and Yang Anbang thought: "There will be a brave man under the heavy reward!" Then he said, "Whoever goes in and drags Uncle Bingshan's body out, all the timber removed from the two storage rooms will belong to him." Hong Zhong was stunned for a moment and said, "Captain, do your words count?" "Of course!" "Okay, I'll go."

Hong Zhong tied a towel, covered his mouth and nose, rushed into the house with a full breath, and in a blink of an eye, he vomited and escaped like a dog before, and roared while wiping the maggots off his hands: "Mom, the corpses are all scattered, and the bed is full of maggots......"

No one wants to go in again.

Yang Anbang spun around a few times in his mind and said, "I think this house is useless anyway, so it's better to be a crematorium." Hongzhong, are you still stunned? Send it a match! ”

The thatched hut turned into a sea of fire in an instant.