My grades are quite stable, if nothing else, I can get an ordinary book, at this time Ma Chengcheng is already a freshman college student, and our family went back to Laohugou during the winter vacation.

There are rivers and mountains in front of you, but there are no computers and iFi. In addition to going up and down the mountain and down the river, my daily pastime is to sit on the dojo and make charcoal fires. The dojo is an open space in front of each earthen house, a bit like a small school playground, which can be used to herd wheat when the farm is busy.

The charcoal basin that has just been burned will usually be placed on the dojo first, so that the exhaust gas from the charcoal fire will volatilize first.

The location of the earthen house is very remote, and there is a bamboo forest in front of the dojo, and you will only reach the main road after walking through the bamboo forest and then walking on a dirt road.

Ma Chengcheng is very good at telling stories, so one of our pastimes is to listen to her tell those strange things around the charcoal fire, when Ma Chengcheng was a child, Ma Chengcheng was taken by his grandmother for a while, and the bedtime stories that his grandmother told Ma Chengcheng were a series of strange anecdotes, these ghost stories are called ancient spirits in dialect. Ma Chengcheng is the best at talking about ancient essences, and we love to hear her talk about ancient essences.

Often when the sky is dark, me, my cousin and cousin, the three of us always surround Ma Chengcheng to let her talk about the ancient essence, at that time the charcoal basin is placed on the dojo, the sky is slowly getting dark, occasionally there is a cooing bird, the mother-in-law's bamboo forest densely blocks the whole dojo in the shadows, and the ghost story at this time sounds particularly feeling.

The night in the countryside can be described in one sentence, that is, when you can't see your fingers, all the familiar scenery during the day will become strange and mysterious. We surrounded the charcoal basin, and that one piece was bright, and the Gu Jing who listened to the babbling suddenly felt a cool breeze pouring down from his whole neck.

Among the many stories Ma Chengcheng told, the one that impressed me the most was the old Gu Jing that my grandmother told her many years ago.

The name of this story is the deadbolt pier, and the content of the story is like this.

Once upon a time there was a pair of sisters, the elder sister was called the door pier and the younger sister was called the door bolt.

One day, their mother went out and was eaten by a vixen on the way, and the vixen returned home in the form of their mother.

When I went to bed at night, the vixen said.

Deadbolt, bolt, you come here and sleep with Mom.

Then the deadbolt crawled over and slept with the mother, and the doorbolt slept on the other end.

In the middle of the night, the doorway was suddenly woken up by a rattling sound, and she asked.

Mom, are you eating?

Then the vixen said.

Baby, mom is eating twist flowers.

The gate pier said.

Mom, I'm hungry too, give me a section.

The vixen said yes, and handed her a small section in the dark, and when she touched the door, she felt that something was wrong, and she looked at the twist flower in her hand by the moonlight leaking in from the window, and saw-

It's clearly a finger!

The door pier touched the size of her fingers, and immediately understood that this 'mother' was a fake, she must be an ancient spirit, and now she ate the door bolt.

The doorbolt was so sad that she almost cried, and she held back her tears and thought about how to save the deadbolt.

The vixen paused for a moment.

But after a while, the doorway heard the sound of clicking again, and she asked again.

Mom, are you eating again?

The vixen answered him.

Baby, mom is eating pot.

The gate pier said.

Mom, I want to eat it too, you give me one.

The vixen handed over something in the dark, and the doorman secretly leaned in the moonlight to take a look—

It's a toe!

The door pier knew that it was too late, the door bolt would definitely not be saved, and the vixen would definitely come to eat her after eating the door bolt.

What to do?

The doorman was in mind, and she said to the vixen.

Mom, Mom, I want to pee.

The vixen was afraid that she would run away, so he told her.

Don't go out, you'll pee at the door.

Pier said.

No, no, no, there is a door god at the door.

The vixen said again.

Then you pee into the hole.

Pier said.

No, no, there is a stove god in the stove hole.

The vixen had no choice, and he was afraid that the door pier would run away, so he told her.

Mom is afraid that there are vixens outside who will pull you away.

When the door pier heard this, he sneered in his heart, and thought to himself, aren't you just a fox spirit, so he told it.

Mom, mother, take a rope and tie me to you, and if there is a sa, I will call you.

When the vixen heard this, this would be fine, he took a rope and tied one end to himself, and the other to the door.

When the gate pier went out, she went out and saw the grinding plate hanging on the big tree in the yard, and suddenly thought of a countermeasure. The doorman took out the oil from the stove, climbed up the tree himself, and then poured the oil down the tree, and then untied the rope and tied it to the millstone.

The vixen waited left and right in the house, but when he could not see the doorway back, he pulled the rope.

Thousands of pounds of grinding disc can be dragged by it, and the fox spirit saw that he couldn't pull the rope, so he hurriedly shouted.

Gate pier, door pier, where are you?

The pier did not make a sound.

The vixen was forced to come out to look for her, and when he saw her hiding in the tree, he screamed.

Gate pier door pier, you come down.

The gate pier said again.

Mom, Mom, I'm afraid of heights, you come up and pick me up.

So the fox spirit came to climb the tree, and the tree was full of oil, and it climbed and slid down, and climbed and slid down, and there was no way, it was fierce under the tree, and roared at the door.

Come down!

The pier didn't answer it, and she pushed the millstone down the tree.

Directly below the millstone is a well.

The vixen was suddenly dropped by a rope from a tree and hanged alive.

The doorway walked down the tree, and she won.

Soon.

There was a cabbage growing in the field at the vixen's feet, and the father of the deadbolt came home and saw this cabbage growing very well, and he cut down the cabbage.

After a while, he felt very hungry, so he put the cabbage in the pot and boiled it, and as soon as he got out of the pot, he heard someone screaming in the pot, and he was so frightened that he immediately closed the lid.

The screams faded into silence and eventually disappeared completely.

Dad Doordun lifted the lid of the pot and looked-

There was no cabbage in the pot, only a pot of blood was left.

After Ma Chengcheng finished telling the story, we were all booing her, of course, mainly because I took the lead.

Ma Chengcheng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I haven't finished telling this story yet, I just told the story, and now I'll tell you the truth." ”

She began to analyze the story behind the deadbolt pier for us.

From time to time, a few sparks burst out of the charcoal basin, and the bamboo forest was full of shadows, and there were a few cooing sounds from time to time.

Ma Chengcheng's face looked slightly distorted in the reflection of the charcoal fire.

At first glance, the story of the deadbolt pier sounds like just an ordinary country elf, but when you think about it carefully, it seems to have a deep meaning.

First of all, why does the story arrange for the vixen to eat the mother of the deadbolt pier? Why did this goblin choose a fox?

The status of the fox spirit in the ancient spirit is very unique, it is not just an ordinary spirit, now many people will scold others fox spirit, so who will generally scold the fox spirit?