As she walked forward, the grandmother continued: "The ghosts poured into the pillars, or the ghosts buried under the piers, let's call them the ghosts who hold the pillars, and some of the boys and girls are buried alive under the piers, which is the same as this one. This kind of ghost is very resentful, after becoming a climate, it's okay to walk on the bridge and walk away, if you go under the bridge, there will be an accident, the yang is weak and directly possessed, the yang is strong, and you will be seriously ill when you go home, we have this pillar ghost here fortunately found it early, he doesn't have that harmful heart, attached to the person is to go home, but, if you wait for another three or five years, it will be difficult to cure this person was a migrant worker who built a bridge here before his death, a foreigner, one night overtime hit the pillar, and was pushed into the pillar from behind, Before he could climb out, the people above poured the stone into it, and suffocated him to death in the pillar. With that, Grandma sighed again.

In fact, I have done this kind of work on the construction site, I used to do carpentry on the construction site, it is half a carpenter, I use wooden planks to support the shell, like this kind of column, it stands to reason that it should not fall into the person, because it is full of steel bars, before pouring concrete, people can not leak when stepping on it, the steel bars are dense and even the feet can not leak, let alone can push people inside, if you want to beat people into this column, you have to make a reservation when tying the steel bar, and make a steel cage on the periphery, leaving a certain space at the top and center. The pillar my grandmother mentioned had obviously been reserved when tying the steel bar, and it was intended to push the living inside.

Sometimes, people are so cruel, building their own glory and wealth on other people's lives, just like my grandmother said, evil ghosts are evil, no one is evil

Grandma sighed, looked at me and said, "Remember, no matter what happens in the future, no matter what others do to you, as long as you don't want your life, you are not allowed to use these spells in our family to harm others." ”

I was stunned when I heard this, and asked my grandmother: "Grandma, there are no harms in these spells in our family, they are all methods of curing ghosts." ”

Grandma said: "Yes, it's just that you're still young, grandma didn't teach you, and when you grow up, I think I can teach you, I will naturally teach you, but you have to remember, although it is some way to treat people, you can't use it indiscriminately until you have to, you know?"

I hummed, and suddenly, I remembered something, and asked my grandmother again: "Grandma, that strip of cloth you beat with a wooden stick is a way to cure people."

Grandma didn't deny it this time, nodded, paused for a while, she said to herself: "Hit a minus one point of luck, grandma knocked out half of his luck, in the next three years, he will have to shed his skin if he doesn't die"

I asked, "Grandma, who is that person you hit?"

My grandmother looked at me and stopped talking.

At that time, I was still young, and I didn't always struggle with this problem, but now that I think about it, I can roughly guess who my grandmother is beating, and I can't run three people, one, the boss in charge of the construction of the bridge; Second, the feng shui gentleman who came up with this vicious idea; Three, the one who pushes the man into the pillar. Grandma must have beaten one of them, and I'm afraid only grandma herself knows which one it is.

Seeing that my grandmother didn't say anything, I changed the topic and asked, "Grandma, why can't this evil ghost leave this bridge, why do you have to find someone to possess you?"

Grandma sighed again and said, "Even if he finds someone to possess him, he can't do without this bridge, burying people under the piers or driving them into the pillars, is to sacrifice people to the bridge god as servants, and the bridge god accepts the servants, so as to ensure that the bridge does not cause trouble, and these people will not be able to leave the bridge again." ”

"And the bridge god, it's the first time I've heard of it."

Grandma said: "Grandma also listened to others, who knows if there is a bridge god, grandma asked you to put incense in front of those pillars, that is, to worship the bridge god, whether there is or not." Speaking of this, the grandmother paused for a moment and said, "Even if there is, I'm afraid it's not a righteous god." ”

Hearing what my grandmother said, I looked back at the bridge and saw only a long, black silhouette, as eerie as a viper. Grandma is right, even if there is a bridge god, I'm afraid it's not a righteous god, how could the righteous god let people do such an inhuman thing.

When I got home with my grandmother, it was almost eleven o'clock, and my grandmother told me that I should not tell anyone about the burial of people in the bridge pillars, so I nodded.

The matter under National Highway 107, I didn't say it until now, but at that time, within a few years, there was a rumor in our village that there was a person in the bridge pier, this, definitely not I told my grandmother, what is this called, this is called no impermeable wall, people are doing it, the sky is watching, if people don't know, unless they do it.

The next day, I continued to take my younger brother to school, and after school, I wrote my homework, and after finishing my homework, I went to play with Qiangshun and them, and I was carefree and happy all day long.

The days passed happily and carefree day by day.

In a blink of an eye, the ice melts and the snow melts, the winter goes to spring, the wicker spits green, and the flowers bloom.

After school that day, there was a roar of machines directly south of our house. There is a way that the plan of the year lies in the spring, this season, everything recovers, everything is a new beginning, many construction sites have begun to work, many people have begun to demolish old houses and build new houses, but our house is south of a big pit, which is full of weeds, and it is particularly close to the railway embankment, and the roar from there should not be someone building a house there.

After finishing my homework, I took my younger brother to find Qiang Shun Mingjun and them, and ran to see them along the sound. We saw a lot of people around the pit, we ran over to look into the pit, there were a few strange-shaped tractors in it, I thought it was a tractor at the time, we had seen that kind of walk-behind tractor at that time, but these guys are more than walk-behind tractors, probably from the back of the buttocks, making a very dull, very shocking "sudden" sound, there is a crescent-shaped shovel in front of it, which is arching the ground in the pit.

At that time, it was very rare to see these big guys, and it was the first time we saw them so big, and they would arch the ground like pigs, which was too eye-opening. Later, we learned that these were the legendary bulldozers, that is, the kind of old-fashioned forklifts with the same tracked as tank trucks, which looked stupid like a cow, but they were particularly tamp and energetic, and after a while, they arched a large piece of soil in the pit, which was many times faster than we digging with a shovel.

I heard from the adults who watched the rarity next to me that this is the drainage pit dug by those factories and mines in our area to drain industrial wastewater, and we can also use this wastewater to water the ground.

At first, it was rare to look at bulldozers, but after a few days, it was boring. The days went on like this day by day.

Spring went to summer and came again, and in early summer, the drainage ditch was completely dug up, and a small cement bridge was built on the ditch, a road and a small bridge. After a few days, the sewage was discharged, but the water was not dirty at all, and the adults said that there were several fish ponds upstream, and at this time it was the water from the fish ponds that was discharged.

The pond water is clear, the small bridge is leisurely, and the weeping willows are reflected by the water, which is particularly beautiful, just like what is written in the poem: withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water

Later, when the villagers saw that there were still fish in the water, we children were very happy, and the hooks with the sewing needles had dropped frogs in the pit in the past two years, and this time it was time for them to open the foreign meat and catch a real fish.

From that day on, every day after school to finish homework, we first look for the yard of earthworms, listen to the adults, fish like to eat that kind of red earthworms, it is not difficult to find this kind of earthworms, there are a lot of fertile soil, damp places are also, generally under the root of the wall, in the shade of the place, if there are stones or bricks, the stone bricks are lifted, and there are this kind of earthworms specified below.

We grabbed a few red earthworms, put them in cans and bottles, took fishing rods made of silk and bamboo poles, and ran and jumped to the edge of the pit.

At that time, there were many people fishing by the pit, most of them adults who had nothing to do, and there were also children like us.

Find a place where there are few people and sit side by side, pinch out the earthworm from the can and bottle it and hang it on the hook, throw the hook into the water, and keep your eyes on the float made of sorghum stalks, and then you catch it.

However, bear children like us are all three minutes hot, have no patience, and after a while of fishing, they will play, running back and forth with fishing rods, fishing here without fish, fishing there without fish, and finally tossing until dark, going home, eating. The next day after school, we went fishing, and we never caught a single fish.

Later, the adults stopped fishing, because there were many fishers, and there were few fish in the pits, not to mention that we children could not catch them, and they rarely caught them, in their words, the fish are better than people now.

In a blink of an eye, the fifth grade is over, the summer vacation is over, the weather is getting hotter and hotter day by day, when we take the fishing rod and go fishing again, the adults all jump into the pit to swim, we bear children are all monkeys, see what others are like, we are what we do, put the fishing rod home, run to the edge of the pit and take off the pants, and jump off with bare buttocks, it is really happy.

The puddle in this part of our house is shallow in the middle and shallow on both sides, the total width is about seven or eight meters, or a little wider, the shallow water is just enough to flood our navel, and the deep place is about four or five meters deep, which is considered a dangerous area for us children.

Adults can swim around on the water, we don't know how to swim, just toss in the shallow water, play once or twice fine, and then the adults in the family know, it is forbidden for us not to go to the edge of the pit, but they can't control us, every day while they run into the pit when they take a break at noon, at this time there is no one in the pit and outside the pit, and we play more freely.

It's also quite interesting, after playing in the water for a few days, in addition to Ming Jun, Qiang Shun and I, my younger brother, the three of us actually learned to "dog shaer", that is, the most basic swimming posture, and it can be regarded as learning to swim. Right now, my swimming skills are still the same as when I was a kid.

Relative to swimming, it can really be regarded as a weasel rabbit lamb, a litter is not as good as a litter, push forward to my great-grandfather's generation, my great-grandfather can swim a few times in the Yellow River, although my grandfather is not as good as my great-grandfather, but the swimming skills are not bad, my grandfather let's not talk about him, to my father's generation, my dad can also swim in the rose spring for more than ten laps, but compared to the grandfather and a little worse. In my area, the ghost hunter family on the edge of the Yellow River, swimming is completely declined, and my best record is swimming back and forth in that puddle less than ten meters wide.

After a few of us learned to swim, it was even more incredible, just like when we first learned to ride a bicycle, we couldn't sleep at night, and the next day we saw an opportunity to escape from home, stripped naked and jumped into the water, and had fun every day.

One day, the weather was very hot that day, and there were a lot of adults in the pit, and a few of us played in the water from the afternoon until it was dark, and then the adults had already gone home, and there were only four of us left in the pit.

At this time, we were not satisfied with playing in shallow water, we all swam into deep water, holding our breath in the water, comparing who could pierce a fierce man to the end, and could grab the sludge from the bottom of the pit, but because the water was too deep, we never touched the bottom.

The sun has set, we are still playing in the water, of course, try not to let the hair get wet again, the hair wet home, adults know what is going on at a glance, if you don't catch it and beat it again.

Ming Jun still can't swim at this time, the three of us are in the deep water, he is alone in the shallow water, he saw that we have already learned to swim, envy, every day in the shallow water area to practice, however, he is practicing today, suddenly "hey" sound, we looked at him, we saw that his body inexplicably slipped down towards the deep water, and in the blink of an eye, he was in the deep water area with his hands and feet fluttering, and his head floated together in the water, which looked very scary.

My brother and Qiang Shun were scared and both swam to the shallow water on the opposite side, and when I saw that this was not going to work, I had to save him, and swam straight towards him.

At that time, I was small, and I didn't know how to save people in the water, I swam to the Ming army and went directly to pull him, who knew that as soon as the hand touched his arm, he was like a life-saving straw, the whole person pounced on me, I was stunned for a moment, his two arms directly hugged my neck, but I pressed me into the water, I struggled a few times and didn't break free, the Ming army was like a snake at this time, wrapped around my body very tightly, a moment of kung fu I pressed him into the water, at that time my mind was still very clear, I said in my heart, Oh no, we're both going to have to drown here this time.

At this moment, my feet and neck suddenly tightened, and a hand grabbed my neck fiercely, and I suddenly felt a sense of excitement, and there were water ghosts in the water

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