Today is the day of my eldest sister's wedding and wine.

The so-called wine refers to the day when the official banquet is held, and the relatives and friends of the host's family will come to eat wine and send favors. The woman's house is the first day to do wine; The man's house is the next day, and it is also the day when the woman sends off her relatives.

Early in the morning, I was called out by my father and told me to help kill the pigs.

I just started to move the bricks to the yard, and watched as the uncle skillfully built a simple makeshift stove out of red bricks, and put a large pot of boiling water on it. I burned the grain stalk to ashes and stirred it into a paste with water, then grabbed a handful with my hands and wiped it off at the place where the bottom of the pot met the red brick, with the aim of making the stove better sealed and reducing heat loss.

Since the hen didn't come to help today, my father entrusted the pig killing to my uncle.

I saw the pig arching back and forth in the yard, sniffing here and there, contentedly eating the cabbage leaves used to feed the chickens under the window, and when it saw us approaching, it seemed to realize that it was about to save the pig's life, and quickly turned around and fled.

My uncle stood in front of the pig's head with an iron hook in his hand, and I and Uncle Zhang at the back door of my house were carefully outflanked left and right. The pig saw that the situation was not right, turned around and was about to slip, I stepped forward quickly, grabbed the pig's tail, Uncle and Uncle Zhang grabbed the pig's ears respectively, the pig immediately screamed, trying to break free from the shackles.

At this time, the iron hook worked, only to see a flash of cold light, my uncle hooked the pig's chin with an iron hook, and then pulled the pig's head with both hands, I carried the pig's tail, Uncle Zhang pushed the pig's buttocks, and the three of them pushed the pig to the long table, but I was tired enough.

The "pig" is dying, and its song is also mourning. The pig lay on its side on the table and howled, its voice echoing over the stockade. We held it down, and my mom took a stainless steel basin from the house and put it under the table.

I saw my uncle holding the hook with one hand, touching the pig-killing knife with the other, and drawing it down the long axis of the pig's neck, and sealing the throat with a clean and neat knife, and the gurgling blood immediately splashed out, like a big open faucet, all of which flowed into the basin under the table. After two snorts, the pig's head fell crooked.

At this time, the water in the pot also boiled, and the uncle took the hot water, and the latte planer shaved the pig's hair.

Since my family has not had wine for more than 20 years, there are many people who come to eat wine when my eldest sister gets married this time, and our family is like a high-speed spinning top, from morning to night, we have not had a good rest, and we have not even eaten dinner.

My eldest sister and second sister went out at noon to "coil their hair", because our custom of getting married here is to send relatives in the early morning, and the bride can't sleep the first night, she has to sit in her room, put a bucket full of grain in front of her, put her feet on the edge of the bucket, and keep the time of sending her marriage in the early morning of the next day, so my eldest sister has to paint her makeup during the day.

At nine o'clock in the evening, I finally had time to sit down and smoke a cigarette.

A light bulb was pulled in the courtyard temporarily, and the light was bright, and at this time the people were almost gone, leaving only two tables of people playing cards and drinking.

I squatted on Baokan and played with my mobile phone, playing with an advertisement for "rock sugar pear" popping up on the interface, I suddenly remembered that the Tang Dynasty asked me to open my yin and yang eyes last night, and I haven't tried cow tears until now.

I turned back to my room and pulled out the cow's tears from my suitcase, which I had wasted by the knife-beaten security officer last time I had been forced to drink two sips at the station. However, I also know one thing, the wrong use method such as oral ox tears cannot open the yin and yang eyes, and can only be applied externally. I poured a little cow tears from the bottle into the palm of my hand, then dipped my finger in my eyes and smeared them, and after locking the cow tears, I walked around the yard.

In order to verify whether the cow's tears have the effect of opening yin and yang eyes, I stood on Baokan, stared at the round eyes, and swept to the field at the door, like the searchlight of the Totoro bus in the movie "My Neighbor Totoro", and searched in a carpet way. I craned my neck and watched for a long time, but I didn't even find a ghost.

Is it because there is too much yang energy here, so you can't see ghosts?

I rubbed my eyes and walked out into the courtyard.

I feel that this cow tears don't seem to be of any use, and I didn't see a ghost when I walked out of the yard, could it be that Old Man Hu was holding A goods?

Disappointed, I turned and walked back, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of a person standing under the pear tree.

There's a play! I looked closely, and it was a young man with a haircut who had killed Matt, waving at me.

I'll go, isn't this Yang Gang?

When I saw the old ghost, I was not hypocritical, so I walked over and handed over a cigarette, "Yo, it's you, why did you come to this place to wander?" Counting that your first seven have already passed, why haven't you been reincarnated yet? ”

"I've finally found you!" Seeing me handing over the cigarette, Yang Gang seemed to be very excited, and blood began to appear on his head again, and his face flowed, "Your yang energy here is too heavy, I haven't been able to show up, do you have yin and yang eyes?" ”

I nodded, no, it wasn't because of the smoke.

"Looking for me? Why? Puzzled, I lit a cigarette and stuck it on the ground.

"I can't reincarnate, I want to ask you for a favor!" Yang Gang's blood flowed like a water pipe that opened the valve, but there was no sound.

"No, why can't you be reborn?" I also lit a cigarette, "No, brother, you keep bleeding like this, I feel a little panicked." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was so excited just now." The blood on Yang Gang's head disappeared in a flash, "I don't know why, whenever I want to go down to the underworld, there is always a suction on the ground that grabs me, so that I can't go to the yin cao and can't be reborn." ”

"It's weird, how can this be?" I took a puff of cigarette, did he have any karma? Of course, I don't dare to ask this sentence lightly.

Seeing me frowning, Yang Gang also looked sad, and compared a V to me, and instantly there was an extra cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, and I found that the shorter the cigarette burned on the ground, the longer the cigarette in his hand.

"Alas, how can I be so unlucky!" Yang Gang smacked his cigarette hard and sighed.

He sighed, and suddenly the temperature around me dropped a lot, and I didn't see him for two days, and Yang Gang's yin qi increased greatly.

"I don't understand this, I'll check it first." I comforted.

I'll ask Tang Chao later to see if he has a way.

"Really? Thank you ha! Yang Gang looked delighted.

"But the ugly words are ahead, I can't guarantee that this thing will definitely be done, you have to be mentally prepared." I ruthlessly poured cold water on him.

"Well, well, I want you to help me as much as you can!" Yang Gang was a little dejected.

"Yes, I'll study it tonight, and you'll come over tomorrow night to see the answer." I "patted" him on the shoulder.

"Can I come into your house?" Yang Gang looked at me expectantly.

Watt? Definitely not! What will they do when they scare my mom.

I knew he was waiting for my forgiveness, but I decisively rejected him: "My house is not very convenient, you better find a place to rest, and it will be the same if you come back tomorrow night." ”

As a reminder to all of you, if you encounter a ghost who wants to enter the house, do not say yes. Because the house is guarded by a door god, ordinary ghosts can't enter the house. Unless the owner personally agrees to let it into the house, but if he does so, the door god's legal ban will be invalid, and the consequences will be unimaginable.