Five years have passed. These life-and-death partings, such as encountering demonic scenes, were slowly faded by Feng Laonong.

However, outside my door today, I heard Lao Fan and I discussing going to the back of the village to explore the ancient tombs, so I felt itchy again, and finally couldn't hold back the thief's heart. In addition, it may be that you are afraid of living a poor life, and you want to do another job and make some money to live happily. This is also known as a good scar and forget the pain.

After listening to my cousin's talk for half a night, before I knew it, the sky was already faintly bright. I vaguely heard that the roosters in the village had begun to crow one after another. So the cousin got up and took his leave. Before leaving, we were told not to run around, and he would come back in the evening.

After our cousin left, we looked at the cigarette butts on the ground and looked at each other. My cousin, this old boy, is really not authentic, he takes our cigarettes away and smokes them, and he doesn't give us a few back when he leaves.

"Do you still have cigarettes? "I asked. "It's long gone, I have a dollar here, take it to buy some cigarettes," Lao Fan said as he handed me a red ticket with a female tractor driver printed on it.

"You're really rich!" I glanced at him and reached out to take the money.

The commissary is more than 500 meters away from my old house, at the outermost edge of the village. When we first entered the village, we saw a house with the word "kiosk" written on the wall, so we no longer needed to ask the people in the village. Come to the commissary. It turned out to be opened by the old man in the village. He didn't recognize me, so he didn't give him a pleasantry. One dollar bought 100 low-quality bare-ass cigarettes that were hand-rolled by rural people. Then I went back. In fact, the old man sells good cigarettes, but he only has one dollar on his body, if he buys a pack of economic brand cigarettes for five cents, it is not enough for me and Lao Fan to smoke for a day.

Wait for the old man to count the cigarettes one by one and wrap them in yellow straw paper. When I returned, it was already dawn. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Lao Fan plucking a big old rooster with a cut neck.

"No, Lao Fan, where did you steal it?" I asked.

Wu Feifei looked at me, and said while plucking the chicken feathers: "East of the village, I was idle after you left, so I caught it with a chirp."

"Haha, there's really you kid! In the past two days, all of them have been black steamed buns and salted radish. This time, you can have a good tooth beating. I smiled and said, "You pluck the hair, I'll see if the old pot at home can still be used." "

Push open the broken door next door. A puff of dust hit his nose. In front of me were cobwebs, broken firewood, and fallen mud walls, and half of the house was piled up in a mess. And the stove of the earthen embryonic base next to the wall, except for a few deep cracks. It's barely working. The only thing that is not beautiful is that the center of the stove should be the place where the iron pot should be put is empty. There was only one large hole that had been burned black.

It is estimated that the second uncle saw that there was no one in my family. Just take the pot and leave. I thought about it, so I walked to my second uncle's house.

arrived at the second uncle's house. borrowed the pot on the small stove of the second uncle's house to boil water, and then borrowed some salt, chili, chopsticks, bowls and other things. explained to the second aunt that she was always hungry at night, so she made some sweet potatoes or something to cook and eat. I don't go back to eat during the day, and my cousin Feng Lao Nong wants to invite us to eat for a few days.

Back at home, Lao Fan had already dialed the chicken feathers, disemboweled, and cleaned them. So he put the pot back on the stove and drew some water from the well. Put the whole chicken in a pot and add some salt and pepper. Wu Feifei hugged some firewood and went to sleep in the room to light the chicken feathers with fire, so as not to let others see it. As for me, I will be in charge of lighting the fire in front of this stove.

After a while, there was a burst of fragrance coming out of the pot! Haha, even if it is in the county, I don't enjoy such treatment! I keep adding some branches or something, this thing is burned, put it into the stove, don't worry about it, it can be burned for more than ten minutes.

After adding firewood, I flipped the chicken with chopsticks, and then pricked it a few times to see if it was rotten.

I saw Wu Feifei walking in from outside. His eyes looked straight at the chicken and he smacked his lips. I saw that I was prick the chicken with chopsticks, and I saw that it was familiar. So he said, "It's so fragrant! Lao Tzu heard it in that house (Henan dialect, expressed in Mandarin: I already smelled it in that house)"

I looked at him and smiled and said, "Don't worry, you still have to burn two firewood, which is still not moving, just ripe a skin"

Then we pulled out the buttless handmade cigarette and smoked a few of them. I added some more firewood to the stove. I was about to use chopsticks to prick the chicken again, but I saw if it was cooked. At this time, there was a bang. Immediately afterwards, I saw a pot of chicken, and the pot with soup was spilled out.

When Dingqing looked at it, it turned out that the stove had not been used for a long time, and the cracked place was suddenly burned by the fire and collapsed. Half of the entire stove collapsed. And the pot happened to be in that position, so the chicken and soup were scattered on the ground.

"Fuck!" Wu Feifei scolded angrily, then reached out and grabbed the chicken paw from the ground, trying to pick up the chicken. Unexpectedly, he was scalded by the residual temperature of the chicken. As soon as he raised his hand, he threw the chicken into the pot again.

At this moment, I suddenly saw a box the size of a stationery box in the depths of the cracked stove.

Then he motioned for Wu Feifei to take a look. The box was faintly visible, but the walls of the stove were red from the firewood, and I tried to kick it from the outside of the stove, but I didn't kick it. I had to give up, wait for the fire to cool down, and then pick it up to see what it was.

At this time, we both looked back at the chicken in the pot. The chicken was stained with some soil, and there was still a small half pot of soup left in the pot, which was also stained by the soil on the chicken.

"It's really unlucky, I can't drink this chicken soup!" I said to Wu Feifei.

Wu Feifei was prick the chicken with chopsticks at this time, and it was already cooked. "Wash the chicken with soup, wash off the soil, it won't go away" Wu Feifei picked up the chicken with chopsticks and washed the remaining small half pot of soup on the chicken.

After cleaning up, the chickens are almost a little cooler. There is no knife to chop meat, even if there is a knife, there is no board to chop. So Wu Feifei tore the chicken apart, half of each person. I hugged it and gnawed it. I haven't slept all night, and I've been busy for a long time, and I'm so hungry that I catch up with such delicious food. In a short time, we had wiped out the chicken, cleaned up the bones, and threw them all into the ashes of the stove.

The fire on the stove has gone out and the temperature has cooled. So Lao Fan and I came to the stove. kicked one after another, and finally kicked the stove completely away after kicking more than a dozen feet.

I took the box out and held it heavily in my hand. The outside of the box is coated with a layer of red dirt. After rinsing with water, a black box was revealed. The box is layered with two layers, inlayed. I cracked it a few times and opened the box.

There is a string of copper Buddhist beads in the box, although I don't know what age it is, but it looks sleek and shiny, revealing the unique brilliance of red copper. There was a dagger under the beads, and I looked at it. It seems to be exactly the same as the one Lao Fan carried.

At this time, Wu Feifei was also dumbfounded, and hurriedly untied his dagger from his belt. Then put the two together and compare them. It turned out that the two daggers were different except for the seal character. Everything else is the same, even the size of the gemstone, the position of the setting, and the color of the gemstone are exactly the same.

What's going on? This box must have been hidden by my parents who had never met before, but this dagger was exactly the same as the one left by Wu Feifei and his father. Could it be a coincidence?

"Lao Fei, can you lend me this dagger for a few days" Wu Feifei looked at me with an eager expression.

I didn't even hesitate at the time, so I said, "If you like it, give it to him, I don't like to play with that thing."

Wu Feifei put away the two daggers and carefully hid them at his waist. I, on the other hand, wore the beads around my neck. smiled and said, "Like a monk, right?" Wu Feifei glanced at me and said, "It's like coming to shave your head again."