After dinner, it was dark.

My father and I flashlights and walked towards the west end of the village, barking dogs and geese along the way.

Almost every household in the countryside is fed with dogs, which are used to watch the home and nursing homes, and the earth dogs are extremely vicious to outsiders, grinning their teeth, shaking their heads and tails at their owners, loyal and obedient.

The earth dog ate people's leftovers before his death, and when he was old, he would hang his head and curl up in a corner, and occasionally raise his dog eyes full of to look out of the door, as if reminiscing about the happy times of his childhood, but he was not allowed to end his life on a chain.

In fact, what is the difference between an old farmer trapped in the yellow earth and an old dog tied to an iron chain? Go out early and return late, guarding the one-third of an acre of land, facing the loess with your back to the sky, but you can only have enough food and clothing. If you encounter a child in the family who is studying hard and is sick again, it is really a house leak that rains overnight, and life is really not much easier than a dog.

The little hen's house is a two-story bungalow, the outer wall is paved with white tiles, the house is surrounded by a fence, and a heavy iron gate is installed at the door, which is considered a wealthy family in the village.

"Little hen, little hen!" My dad craned his neck and shouted twice into the courtyard.

"Woohoo!" Before he could hear the little hen, his dog rushed out first.

It was a tall wolfdog, with its front paws on the ground, blocking the doorway, grinning at us with a fierce face.

My father stood in front of me and shouted angrily at the dog, "Don't roll over the dead dog, slow down and beat you to death in the soup pot!" ”

The dog was also a master of words, and when he saw my father's fierce tone, he took two steps back with some fear, but he still barked at us unrelentingly.

Since I was chased by dogs at night when I was a child, I learned two tricks from my uncle.

I slowly stepped back, squatted down, grabbed a few gravels from the road and held them in my hands, and then slowly stood up again, "Dad, get out of the way, wait for me to teach this vicious dog a lesson!" ”

Before it could react, the gravel in my hand fell the dog's head, and suddenly the vicious dog came out of its mouth with a terrible scream, and it whined in its throat with fear of pain, and fled with its tail between its legs.

I patted the dust off my hand and handed the flashlight to my dad.

Dog beating depends on the owner's presence, and the owner will beat the dog if he is not there.

"Little hen, little hen!" My dad stood in the yard and yelled twice.

"Which one shouts?" A deep middle-aged male voice came from the back room.

"I, your cousin." My dad answered.

The window on the second floor opened, and a man in a red T-shirt poked his head out, "Oh, it's Uncle Yu, wait for me to come down and open the door." ”

"Uncle Yu, come up and sit." The little hen opened the door.

"No, take us directly to see Ha Zhu, it's a little late today." My dad handed me a cigarette.

"Okay, I'll help you pull it over tonight." The little hen lit a cigarette, and her thin-haired head looked greasy and shiny in the firelight, "Yo, this is your house...... Xiaoyang? They've all grown into big guys. ”

The little hen looked up at me, the horizontal lines on his brow, somehow, his smile made me a little uncomfortable, giving people the feeling of smiling and not smiling, and looking at people with a little diaphragm, like a snake looking at its prey, I couldn't help but shrink the back of my neck.

"Old watch." I deliberately kept my distance.

The other man nodded, "Go this way." ”

We walked through the small hen's house, went out the back door, and then bypassed a loofah shelf, and came to the door of the pigsty.

This pigsty is built of hollow bricks, with wooden purlins on the upper part and a layer of asbestos tiles. The pigsty has three compartments, enclosed by a half-height wall, the floor is built with prefabricated boards, a layer of dry straw is laid on it, and a hole is reserved in the floor, which can be swept directly into the lower manure pit, which we call in the countryside: manure. There were five or six adult pigs lying in the pigsty, humming and belching and farting, and I seriously suspected that Luo Peng was their long-lost relative.

There were also two squatting pits at the end of the walkway, black holes, and the cold wind kept pouring in from below, emitting an extremely disgusting stench, which smoked me so much that I couldn't help retching behind them, and my eyes were full of tears.

His manure pit must have not been pumped into it for a long time, otherwise how could it be so stinky? I guess.

My father chose a pig weighing more than 200 pounds, and we pulled the pig's ears, lifted the pig's tail, and it took a lot of effort to get it on the electric tricycle of the little hen.

"Wait until I go to the second floor first and turn off the induction cooker, and the foot washing water will be boiled on it." The little hen grabbed the rag from the windowsill and wiped her palms.

"Old watch, isn't there someone in your house on it? Calling her off will save you a trip. I reminded.

"I'm alone in my house now, and no one else." The little hen gave me a strange look.

"Isn't there a woman up there? The one in white. I pouted towards the second floor.

At this moment there was a girl in white standing by the window, who looked a little younger, and smiled at me when she saw me.

"What!" The little hen's strange expression flashed: "There is no one in my family, I am alone today." ”

"What are you kidding, such a big person standing at the window, and talking about no one." I snorted and pointed to the window, "That's not Ann! ”

"No one, what are you talking nonsense?" My dad reproached after glancing at the window.

What the! This time it was my turn to be surprised, there was a woman standing on the second floor just now, why did she disappear in the blink of an eye.

I was terrified when I thought about it, and I was in a cold sweat in an instant, his father's was really unlucky enough to be unlucky, and he actually encountered dirty things.

This shows that the little hen's house is very yin at this time, otherwise the ghost will not be able to appear easily. Why is there a ghost in his house? I kind of can't figure it out.

The little hen went upstairs and turned off the induction cooker, and walked down with some heavy concern, "Uncle Yu, let's go to your house now." ”

"Okay, I'm sorry for you." My dad handed him another cigarette.

I noticed that this time his fingers were a little shaky as he smoked, and his fat face was slightly gloomy in the firelight.

The little hen rode towards my house on an electric tricycle, and my father and I stood behind the car smoking, and the pig fell asleep at our feet.

Keeping the pigs in the yard, the hen drank liquor with my father at my house and stayed for two hours before getting up and going home.

I saw that my father was a little drunk, so I asked him to go back to his room to rest, and I sent the hen out for him.

The little hen stumbled a little, and I sent him to the door to the electric three-wheeler, "Old watch, I won't leave you to play tonight, go back and rest early, and I will trouble you to come over and help tomorrow." ”

"Small, Xiaoyang...... Answer me honestly, did you really see someone in my house? The little hen grabbed me by the wrist and stared at me with her eyes.

"Yes, I saw a woman dressed in white." I nodded a little embarrassed, afraid to tell him that what I was seeing was actually a ghost.

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a sharp pain in my wrist, and it was the little hen's hand that was straining.

Somehow, the little hen's eyes suddenly became a little fierce, and she looked at me for more than a minute, "I hope you don't go out and talk nonsense about tonight." ”

To be honest, I was a little frightened by his eyes and nodded yes again and again.