I listen to a weak leg, they still walk the bridge?

Although I was scared, I was also curious, and when the old man was busy, I stayed next to me and refused to leave.

He kicked me a few times, and then he didn't say anything after that.

Seeing him boil the batter and take out a pile of white paper, I asked curiously, "Dad, what are you doing here?" ”

He fiddled with the white paper and replied, "Paste Yin Bridge." ”

It turns out that the Yin Bridge is made of paper paste.

In the second half of the night, I was really sleepy, so I went back to the house to sleep, and when I got up in the morning, the old man had already pasted the Yin Bridge.

I rolled my eyes, what the old man said was evil, but it was actually a paper bridge!

The paper bridge was only as high as my knees, which was two or three steps long for a normal walk, and it was wobbly and unstable to look at.

"What's this?" Grandma came in with a basket and said in surprise.

I looked at the basket and swallowed my saliva, and said proudly: "This is the Yin Bridge, my dad made it out." ”

I thought, although this bridge doesn't look strong, but my dad will stick to the bridge, and other people's dads won't.

Grandma had already walked to the edge of the Yin Bridge, and when she heard my words, she immediately bypassed, "What's wrong with this thing at home?" So saying, he went to the table and took out the food in it.

A stack of pickles, three bowls of two-rice porridge, the two-rice porridge is a mixture of millet and rice, and there are four wowotou and a white steamed bun on the plate.

In the 90s, in the village in the mountains, such a breakfast was considered good, after all, our land could only grow coarse grains such as corn, millet, and sorghum rice, and rice and white flour had to be bought with money.

The old man let me and my grandmother eat first, and he ran to the kitchen by himself, and after a while, he came out with the iron pot on the stove, scraped off the ash at the bottom of the pot, and smeared it on the bridge deck of the Yin Bridge.

After making it, he clapped his hands, moved the pot back to the kitchen, washed his hands and went out to eat.

I took a sip of porridge and reached out to go to the wotou, but my grandmother put the steamed bun directly in my hand, "You eat this, the wowotou is hard, it is not easy to digest, and it hurts to eat it." ”

Lao Yutou took a big mouthful of porridge and nodded, "Your grandma is right." ”

I took the steamed bun, lowered my head and drank the porridge, enduring the sourness in my eyes.

"Lao Yu, I see that you are so busy, Chunxia's child is very serious?" Grandma asked.

"It's not." Lao Yutou shook his head and said: "It's just that Chunxia's child is easy to do, but it just so happened that Chunxia's mother-in-law went to the old deserted grave by the river and threw a child, so I thought about taking this opportunity to send away all the women and children who were stranded there." ”

Grandma glanced at him, "When can you change your nosy problem?" ”

Old Yu was happy, "I've been like this for most of my life, and now half of my legs are in the coffin, what else is going to change?" ”

After eating, Lao Yutou just took out a pile of yellow paper, saying that he wanted to draw a talisman, but before he could move, Chunxia's mother-in-law ran into the yard with a white face.

"Lao Yu, take a look, there is only half left." She held the talisman paper that Lao Yutou gave to Chunxia yesterday, and for some reason, half of it was burned.

Old Yutou's face was solemn, "How is the child now?" ”

"The child is fine, he has been sleeping." Chunxia's mother-in-law said.

Lao Yutou hurriedly drew a few pieces of rune paper, went out with the Yin Bridge in his arms, called a few men, took shovels, and went to the cemetery.

I took advantage of my grandmother's time to wash the dishes and followed.

Old Yu put the Yin Bridge on the east side of the cemetery, and only then went to put away the red rope that had been tied up last night, but when he collected the bell on the east side, he stopped.

I ran over to take a look and exclaimed, "Why did the bell break?"