"Hey! Why did you come back so early, and you won't come back for a few years, I'll open the door for you," the second aunt responded. While talking, I heard the sound of the second aunt driving the dog. Then the gate opened. We then went into the house and sat down in the hall.

"Is there something going on in your uncle's family, I haven't seen you come back for a few years," the second aunt asked again. So I gave me the words I had come up with on the way. Said that there was nothing to do, that he had stayed in the city for too long, and that he wanted to come back for a few days. The second aunt believed it and was busy cooking.

At this time, the second uncle and cousin all got up, and they still asked these questions. It's all perfunctory to me.

After breakfast. I asked my second uncle for the key to my house. Said to clean up and stay here for a while. The second uncle didn't say anything, just said that he hadn't lived in it for many years, so he should clean it up, open the door to let in the air and live again. I also understand the feelings of the second uncle. He had two rooms in his house. There is no place to stay. At that time, it was not like now, there was a sofa, there was a floor, and when guests came, the sofa could be slept on or made on the floor. In those days, the beds were made of clay (cut into pieces of clay mixed with crushed hemp). Not to mention the use of rare things like bricks to pave the floor.

So the two of them carried water in the well, scrubbed rags, and worked all morning, and finally cleaned the old house. I went to my second uncle's house, borrowed a mat, and brought a quilt. I don't eat lunch anymore, close the door, and fall asleep. I don't know how long I slept, and I heard the second uncle's call. When I got up, it was already dark. I went to my second uncle's house for dinner, then turned around and went back to sleep, and escaped for a day and walked all night. It's so tiring.

The second uncle brought us a small kerosene lamp and a box of matches from the back room for us to illuminate. You're welcome, and I reached out and took it. At that time, flashlights were even household appliances, and not every household could afford to use them. After saying goodbye to the second uncle, he returned to the house. After lighting the oil, I lay down in bed, but I couldn't sleep again. Thinking about yesterday. Looking at the beams on the roof in a daze.

It's like that in the countryside, nothing. Want to watch TV? That's impossible, the people in the countryside didn't even know what electricity was in those days. Not to mention the TV. And we have lived in the county for so many years, and we have long been accustomed to turning on the lights at night, listening to the radio, playing a servant, and even going to the video hall in the middle of the night to watch the night show. Now in such a village, it is even more boring and uncomfortable.

I suddenly remembered my godfather, who hadn't seen him in years. Why don't you go see him now? In fact, what I thought in my heart was that this old man knew how to tell stories. I remember when I was a child, when it was dark, a group of children gathered in the godfather's yard to listen to the godfather's story, and there were still people listening to it in the middle of the night. It's all about the ghosts and monsters he experienced when he was young. But now that I think about it, it's estimated that it's only nine points off, and it's true.

So I told Lao Fan my thoughts and went to listen to the story. Lao Fan was also bored, so he agreed. So they walked together.

Turn left and right, and after a while, I came to the front of the godfather's yard, and looked at the lights in the house from a distance, knowing that the old man had not slept yet. So he shouted the door as before, told lies to his godfather and godmother, and lived enough on the street, saying that he would come back for a few days and live a life back to basics in a few days.

I haven't seen him for a few years, and the old man is obviously much older. My hair is all gray, and my wrinkles have increased a lot. I'm in my fifties. But still so talkative. After greeting each other, we made it clear what we meant. Can't sleep, come and listen to the story. The old man seemed very excited, and told me that no one had listened to his stories in the past few years. It makes him unable to sleep every night. Lao Fan handed the old man a butterfly spring, and the old man was even happier: "Yo, it's still a cigarette with a handle, how much does it cost", and he was not polite, so he stretched out his hand with only four fingers and took it.

The old man happily lit a cigarette and began to speak. After talking about a few, I can't help it. opened his mouth and said: "Dad, you have been telling this story since I was a few years old, so many years, are these still these stories?" "It's no wonder that no one listens to his stories, and that's all he says.

The old man looked at me with a frown, as if he had made up his mind. Said slowly: "Since you want to listen to stories that you have not heard, then I will also open up and tell you an incident when I was young."

It was in the 50s, and the godfather looked like in his early 20s. Because his family was poor, he never got married. He was a night owl again, wandering the riverside of the village all day and night. That is, fishing under the net, stealing mulberry leaves from trees (at that time it was a commune system, all property belonged to the production team, some people raised silkworms to subsidize their families, and the mulberry leaves produced by the mulberry trees planted in their own land were not enough, so they only stole the mulberry leaves of the production team by the river) These things were done at night while the moonlight was blowing, because there was no flashlight, and kerosene could not be used.

One night. The godfather took advantage of the night to go to the river to catch fish. When the net was ready, he threw clods of earth into the river, and stones and other things drove the fish into the net. Just as he was throwing it, he suddenly heard a hen clucking, and he could vaguely hear the chirping of a chicken. At the time, it was a strange thing. A hen was worth more than a pig today. Why? Because rural people, who go to school and read and write, have to rely on hens to lay eggs for salt sauce at home, and sell it to buy it! Therefore, no one will give up the hen outside the house. Not to mention the sound of chickens.

Godfather thought to himself, this time he had good luck. I don't say whose family it is, I will take it away, and sell it in the county seat at dawn, but I can make a windfall. So he looked for the sound, and crept to the place where the hen crowed. After walking a short distance, I saw a golden hen in a dry canal, leading a group of chickens that were also shining golden, picking up the grass, looking for insects to eat.

This is strange, ordinary people's chickens are black or white or flower color, and this group of chickens is actually golden. I thought to myself, this may be a big yellow hen and a chick that has not lost its fewing hair, reflected in the moonlight, reflecting the golden light.

Together, I don't talk so much. Turn over and go down the ditch, and go to catch the hen. The hen was catching insects with her chicks, and she didn't feel that someone nearby suddenly came out to catch it. First he flapped, then he flapped his wings and jumped. The godfather reached out to grab the hen, but he didn't expect to be flapped by the hen and flew to the top of the ditch. Staring at him angrily, he looked straight at him, and the hair on his body suddenly rose, ready to attack.

And the godfather thought to himself, the chick can't run away anyway, so it's better to catch the old hen first. So, he climbed up the ditch and pounced on the hen. Seeing that she was about to be caught, the hen suddenly took a few steps back. Flap his wings again and fly down the ditch.

So the godfather scolded his mother, and met such a cunning chicken. Luckily, it was the middle of the night, and no one saw it. At the same time, also turn over and go down the ditch. Pounce on the hen again.

This time, it was empty, and the hen suddenly disappeared!

Looking around, there was no sign of the hen. There was no deep grass or woods around, and only a few inches high grew everywhere in the main canals. The godfather's head suddenly exploded. ", bad luck! I've met a ghost! So he turned his face and ran to the ditch.

At this time, I heard the sound of chirping. It turned out that the group of chicks were still in the ditch, scattered. It's like looking for a hen. The godfather was also poor, and his brain was hot, so he grabbed the two little chicks at his feet. It doesn't matter if the chicken is dead or alive, he has to run if he grabs it hard. At this time, the hen suddenly appeared from his hand. and pecked his godfather hard.

The godfather felt a sharp pain in his hand at that time, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand, and a chicken fell down. At this time, he didn't care about being scared, and kicked the hen fiercely. The hen flapped her wings, flew into the air, and landed on the grass next to it.

At this time, the godfather held back the pain in his heart, held the chicken tightly, spread his legs and ran home. By the time I got home, I was already so tired that I was panting. That's when I wanted to come to the chicken. I felt heavy in my hand, and there was a hard object in my hand, and I didn't know what it was. I thought I was in a hurry, and I couldn't see clearly in the moonlight, so I caught the stone in the ditch and brought it back as a chicken.

So he threw his hand on the ground, lit an oil lamp, and checked the injury of his hand. At this time, I realized that my whole hand was already swollen. The finger pecked by the hen was itchy and unpleasant, and the blood flowed. So he took the oil lamp and went outside the house and scraped off some of the mud washed away by the rain. Apply all to the wound. (In the past, rural people had no money to see a doctor, so they used this local method to apply the wound, which was very effective) press the wound and turn back to the house. At this time, I saw a piece of golden light, lying on the ground. I bent down and picked it up, took it under the lamp and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but be stunned!

It's a gold nugget in the shape of a chicken! Godfather's ancestor is a small landlord on our side, and there is real money hidden in the house. After liberation, the land was divided and the property confiscated. Therefore, the family road is ruined. But when my godfather was a child, he still saw gold bars and other things at home, and he could distinguish gold and silver. I bit it gently, and sure enough, it left fine tooth lines. It's real gold.

So I was secretly glad to get such a piece of gold. Daughter-in-law, tiled house, now all have it.

Speaking of this, the godfather coughed a few times, and Lao Fan handed over another cigarette.