The eggs laid by the two little hens, grandma didn't say that the Qiangshun family would provide anything, and they could eat as casually as other eggs, but grandma cut two paper chickens the size of real chickens with yellow paper, and let the aunt take them to the root of the west wall and burn them, which is equivalent to replacing live chickens with paper chickens and honoring those wild ghosts.

Like burning paper chickens, sometimes you actually ask for peace of mind, paper chickens burn those wild ghosts may not really be able to receive, but if you don't burn them, that person will never be able to receive them, and at the same time, it seems that you are ignorant and not interesting enough.

As the sun flashed, it was the eighth day. In the evening, when our family was eating around the dining table, I suddenly heard someone banging on the door of our house, and my mother told me to open the door.

I ran out and opened the courtyard door to take a look, Wang Sihe. At this time, the sky was not completely dark, and I saw Wang Sihe looking elated. Wang Sihe asked me, where is your father? I replied, "Eat in the house."

Wang Sihe ignored me anymore and walked into the house excitedly. When I returned to the house, I saw Wang Sihe holding one of my father's arms, and my father had already put down the dishes and chopsticks and stood up from the stool. My mother looked unhappy, and Wang Sihe asked in an unpolite tone: "Why do you ask your brother to drink again?" ”

Wang Sihe said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, I was promoted today, I am happy, and I asked my brother to go to my house to drink two cups." ”

Without waiting for my mother to say anything, my grandmother asked, "What's the matter, Sihe, what kind of official is it?" ”

At this time, I bypassed my father and Wang Sihe, sat back on his small stool and continued to eat, adults drinking this kind of thing, and I have nothing to do with it, it has nothing to do with myself, but my brother wishes that my father drinks every day, as soon as there is a wine field, he bites his dirty fingers, circles around the wine table, and coaxes the adults to give him snacks and food from time to time. In the past, the family education was strict, adults drank and children did not dare to go forward, but now it is good, take yesterday as an example, a few of my friends came to the house to drink, my son climbed on the wine table, ran away with bare feet all over the table, and cried twice, as a father, I feel like I am a failure.

Straight to the point. What is the "promotion" that Wang Sihe is talking about? He also left after the Rose Spring dried up, and later followed a few people from the village up the hill to open stones.

There is a way that the mountain eats the mountain and the water draft, our area belongs to the remaining veins of the Taihang Mountain, and the whole piece of the mountain is called "Phoenix Mountain". In this village under our mountain, each village has a hill, and this Phoenix Mountain is divided. What are you doing when you divide it, opening the mountain, not to follow Yugong to move the mountain, but to take local materials and ask for the stones on the mountain. If you look at the stones and powder in the construction sites, they were all rocks from the mountains. After these stones are blown down from the mountain, they are smashed into small pieces with a sledgehammer with a sharp end and a round end, and then put into the stone crusher to crush, and the good bluestone is crushed into stones, which are big and large, small and small, and the next little "off the skin stone" is broken into stone powder, which is used to build bricks and plaster the wall.

At that time, the hill that our village was assigned to was the main source of income for our village, and people like my father's generation basically went up the mountain to drive stones.

To open stones on the mountain, you must first blast the hole in the mountain, and only by blowing those stones down from the mountain first. At that time, it was the kind of air picks with gasoline engines, maybe also wind picks, I don't know what it's called, it's hard to see that thing now, and the appearance is similar to the kind of air picks used in the construction site now, but it's much larger than the wind pick, and it takes at least two people to operate.

There is a thin rope on the top of that thing, a pull of the thin rope, just like the pedal of a motorcycle, pull twice that thing suddenly sounded, at the bottom of it, bite a hexagonal steel chisel, the steel chisel can be about 30 centimeters thick, the middle is a through eye, after the thing is running, the steel chisel against the mountain, two people support, while helping to press down, with the hard impact of the gasoline engine to drill into the mountain, while drilling, while through the steel chisel inside the eye, to fill the inside of the water to cool down.

After the blasting hole is laid, the next step is to fill in **, and after filling in, press the detonator and put the fuse. I don't think there are many friends who have seen detonators, right? The length of the detonator is about the same as the ring finger of an adult, a little thinner than the ring finger, by the way, I remember that it seems to be about the same thickness as a cigarette, and it looks like an earthy yellow yellow, and it looks like a yellowed thin bamboo pole, which is covered with a layer of copper skin, and the copper skin is ** inside, at one end of it is hollow, and it is about a centimeter empty, and this hollow place is just enough to insert the fuse into it, and the fuse is specially designed for this kind of detonator. The fuse is the kind of rope-shaped, twisted, dozens of strands twisted together, as strong as a rope, one size thinner than a cigarette, it burns very slowly when lit, but it is not easy to extinguish after being lit, and it is absolutely impossible to step on it with your feet.

The power of the detonator is not very great, if you hold it, you will blow up your hand, and in the past, we didn't have a hand here to blow up the detonator. When I was a child, I often played with Qiang Shun stealing a detonator from his house as a gun, plugging a small fuse into the detonator, pressing it up and down with two bricks, and after lighting it, the two bricks were instantly torn apart, making us jump up and down with joy, but now I am afraid to think about it, it is almost like death.

Wang Sihe, when he was in Rose Spring, he did blasting for a few days, and after going up the mountain, he became a member of the demolition team. Just yesterday, that is, on the seventh day, they had a blast in the afternoon, and they hit dozens of blasting holes in one go, as usual, after the ** blast burst. However, when the blasting was over, they found that there was an eye that did not ring, and their demolition captain probably thought that he was a golden bell jar iron cloth shirt, and before the dust and smoke had settled, he walked over to inspect it, and waited for him to gouge the blasting eye open, and put his head out to look into the blasting eye.

Rumble!

Killed on the spot.

The captain died yesterday, and Wang Sihe took his place today and was promoted to become the captain of the demolition team. In Wang Sihe's words, their captain deserved it, he should have died a long time ago, his character was very poor, not only often deducted their wages for no reason, but also used his position to bully the female comrades who went up the mountain, and everyone was angry for a long time. Such a thing as bullying female comrades often appeared during the 60 years of famine, and the village cadres asked the female comrades to have a relationship with him, and then gave the female comrades a steamed bun or something. This captain was in his early twenties when he was 60 years old, his father was a village cadre, and the father and son had harmed many women.

Wang Sihe listened to my grandmother ask what official he was promoted, Wang Sihe told me the above again, and he was very happy, but my grandmother's face looked unnatural after listening to it.

Grandma later told me that it was okay if it was a coincidence, if those wild ghosts did it, Wang Sihe's family would more or less hurt Yin De, unless Wang Sihe was not the demolitionist captain, but grandma looked at Wang Sihe's elated appearance at the time and didn't say this.

The next day, the ninth day. Grandma made a talisman for Wang Sihe, this talisman is very simple, that is, a five-color thread is pierced with an agate bead.

You may have forgotten that my grandmother used to be a young lady, and when she eloped with my grandfather, she brought some good things out of the house. When my mother married my father, my grandmother gave my mother a dowry, as mentioned earlier, one of them was a blood-red agate necklace, and then the rope that wore the agate broke, and I stole it out to play with glass balls, and then I lost a lot of it, and my mother was beaten for a long time. By this time, the rope had already been broken, and I had lost a lot of it for me to steal it out for fun.

In order to get this amulet, my grandmother asked my mother for an agate.

How to do this amulet, put the agate into a bowl of water, and wait until noon, the bowl of water is placed in the courtyard, diagonally facing the sun, to ensure that the sun's light can shine on the agate through the clear water, and then light a bundle of incense, hold it in your hand, stand behind the water bowl, worship the sun three times, wait for the incense to burn a little incense ash and knock it into the bowl, and recite the mantra in the mouth: "Sun God, Sun God, borrow your bright light, protect my true body, water from life, things from the law, ten steps of evil and doom, edict not to invade." ”

After reciting the mantra, close your eyes and meditate, and recite with your heart to refine the agate bead. The rest is easy to say, this is the most difficult, extremely draining mind, the more your own mental power, the better the bead sacrifice.

After refining, the water in the bowl is poured out, and the sunlight is allowed to dry the water on the beads naturally, and then threaded with five-colored thread. Some people may ask, what is the five-color line, and the five-color line is generally: red, yellow, black, white, and blue.

After grandma did this, she told Wang Sihe to hang it around her neck, and she had to take it for at least three years. This thing is mainly to ward off misfortune for him, and it can also prevent the captain's ghost from being unwilling to come and retaliate.

That night, my grandmother took me to Wang Sihe's house again, soaked in water with willow leaves, sprinkled the whole yard, and read while sprinkling: "Where to go back and forth, the mountains in the mountains, the water in the river, people and ghosts are safe, and they don't disturb each other." ”

This can be regarded as sending the wild ghosts of Wang Sihe's family on the road, telling them that the favors you have given are enough, go elsewhere.

On the tenth day, my grandmother led me to Wang Sihe's house and told my aunt that I could wash my hands for Qiangshun.

Since my aunt smeared my finger blood on Qiangshun's hands after beating her grandmother, she not only didn't let Qiangshun wash his hands, but also didn't let him wash his face. We children are naughty, we don't know what to call dirty when we play, and if we don't wash our hands for half a day, our faces will become coal digging, let alone ten days, Qiangshun At this time, it is like a little black boy who came from Africa, who wants to laugh when he sees his face.

I'm not afraid of your jokes, until I was in the first year of junior high school, my hands were still dirty, my first year of junior high school was in a factory and mine children's school, where the children were all "citizens", much more advanced than us farmers, clothes, schoolbags and so on were much more beautiful than what we worn, I was still wearing patched pants, mille-feuille cloth shoes, my mother's cloth schoolbag made of rags, except for my appearance, study, sports, better than those bear children, nothing else is as good as others.

One time in class, I was at the same table as a female classmate, and she said to me, "Oh, my hands are dirty." When I looked, it was white and clean, where was it dirty? The lesbian table used a pen to point to me in the palm of her own hand, here, here, I looked, her palm was just a few bits of blue ink, this is dirty?

I secretly looked at my palm, Mom, hold it like this in this class, don't open it......