When I was three years old, I was still weaned, and I was still fighting milk with my brother, and I didn't have a weird temper, and I was often beaten. Not only can I cry, but I also smash things, although there is nothing at home, I clearly remember one time, I threw all the quilts on the bed to the ground, and I was angry while throwing myself, probably because I accidentally fell, and my mother didn't come to coax me at the first time, so I got angry. There was still water on the ground at that time, because it had just rained, and the house was leaking, so the quilt was thrown on the ground and it was all wet.

That time, my mother beat me up again, in my mother's words, if you don't beat you for a day, you won't be able to live this day.

Just imagine, there is such a son in the family who is not human, not to mention my parents, right now, even I want to go back to that era and beat myself hard.

Under normal circumstances, I cry twice a day, cry once in the morning, take a beating, cry once when I sleep at night, and beat again.

In the past, our family used to wash dishes and brush pots, which were made of the sorghum ears, and our dialect here is called "broom", and now my mother washes the dishes and brushes the pots with this, dozens of sorghum ears, tied with hemp rope to the thickness of the wrist, the front is the ear, the back is the rod, when washing the dishes, hold the rod and wash it with the ear. This tool is a use in other people's homes, in our house, in addition to brushing the pot and washing the dishes, my mother turned it upside down, holding the tassel, like a drum hammer, and my ass is the drum, which is equivalent to two uses.

Every time I fight, I ask while fighting, do you dare to do it, no matter how you fight, I never said the word "don't dare", every time I hit it, I only stopped when I saw blood on my buttocks.

Suddenly, one day, I didn't cry, my mom didn't hit me, so I said to my mom, Mom, I didn't cry today.

If anyone can stand up to such a bear child, it must be a sin in the previous life. My mother thinks that this child can't grow up, just this weird temper, even if he grows up, it's not a good material, and sooner or later he will be angry to death.

Compared to my brother, the two of us are really one heaven and one earth, my brother never cries, he doesn't make trouble, and he doesn't care about it when he is fed. When I was three months old, I would play, when I was six months old, I would sit, and when I was nine months old, I would be in the car that my father welded for him, and I would grab the car and help me walk back and forth in it, so that my parents were very worry-free.

In my mother's words, I'd rather raise ten of my younger brothers than one.

At that time, there were two houses in our hometown, one in the hall and one in the east house, my grandmother lived alone in the hall house, and our family of four lived in the east house. My grandmother saw that her grandson, who would be able to "roar in the sky" in the future, was so able to toss, so she discussed with my parents, if you can't let the Yellow River sleep with me at night, you two take Huangshan with you. Huangshan, that is, my younger brother, is also evil, I lack water in my life, my brother has a lot of water in his life, I have to take a name with soil to press the water in his life, and my father gave him such a name at will. Huangshan and the Yellow River, I really want to know if I have two younger brothers, will they be called the Great Wall of the Yangtze River?

My parents and the two of them were eager to kick me out, and when they heard my grandmother say that, they asked my grandmother to take me to her house that night.

When I went to sleep, I cried again, and my grandmother smiled and said to me, don't cry, don't cry, grandma will tell you stories......

Of course, my grandmother didn't tell me the story that there was a mountain and there was a temple in the mountain, but she told me the legendary story of my great-grandfather......

Since that day, I haven't cried at night, and my grandmother tells me stories every day, after telling my great-grandfather's, my grandfather's, my grandfather's, and her own ......

I don't know when it started, after my grandmother told me the story, she began to teach me to memorize some strange things, the first day to memorize, the second day to check, if I can memorize the day before yesterday fluently, I will teach a new one. On the third day, I was asked to memorize all the things I had learned on the first and second days, and then I would teach the new ones, and on the fourth day, I would memorize all the things from the first three days, and on the fifth day...... And so on.

Day after day, year after year, time flashed, and I was seven years old and in the first grade of elementary school. At this time, in my grandmother's words, she had taught me all the mantras, taboos, ancestral teachings, etc., and I had memorized all those things, as if they had been engraved into my mind, and I would never forget them again for the rest of my life.

However, she didn't know that during the Cultural Revolution, her brain was broken, and some of the mantras she taught me were incomplete, some were not followed, some were not followed, and when I found out later, it was too late. I went to my grandma and asked, give my grandma a back, my grandma heard it and said, what you are carrying is not right, why are you missing a few words, have you forgotten? I said, I haven't forgotten, that's how you taught me, what are the missing sentences in what you said I memorized? My grandmother wanted to be old for a long time, and she couldn't think of what words were missing from the ones I memorized, anyway, she just felt wrong. I don't think it's right, but that's all I can do. Later, I tried to make them up, but I really didn't have the skills to do it. Crippled is crippled, my life is crippled anyway, not to mention these few mantras. Besides, the mantra is just a dispensable written form, and the main thing is that you are the person and your heart.

Since I was in the first grade of primary school, every Sunday, after I finished my homework, my grandmother began to teach me the use of some walking instruments, first telling me what this is made of, how to make it, and then its use, how to use it in what situations, under what circumstances it cannot be used, under what circumstances it can be used, what taboos are there when using it, what words need to be said, what gods are invited, etc., etc., etc., it feels like an old Chinese medicine doctor teaching a young apprentice how to use medicine.

Day after day, year after year, and soon, I was ten years old and in the fourth grade of elementary school. At that time, I felt like I was a big kid when I was in the fourth grade.

It was just summer vacation, it rained, some low-lying places in our village were full of water, and the frogs and toads in them were screaming, especially in the evening, these little things were very excited, and they could bark in the water from evening to late at night.

Like them, just had a rainy night, but also we and a few friends of the most excited moment, why, in the countryside grew up in the 70s children may have a deep experience, at that time we didn't have anything to play, there are toys on the market, but the family is not rich, wearing patched clothes and pants, where do parents have spare money to buy you toys.

Girls are generally sandbags and ropes, and boys are generally slingshots, iron hoops, and glass balls, catching frogs by the pits, catching knowledge on trees, digging birds' nests, and stealing cucumbers and eggplants from other people's houses in the vegetable field.

After the rain, the ground is wet, and at this time, the unshelled ones under the ground will come out one by one, and it is because of them that I was excited. At that time, there was a big embankment in the south of our village, except for the crops outside the embankment, it was poplar trees, and I don't know how many years they had grown, the waist was thick, the trunk was straight, and the sky was high.

After dinner, I told my mother, said to catch it, and then took my younger brother, my younger brother was in the first grade of primary school at this time, so I planned to go to Wang Sihe's house to find Wang Qiangshun first.

Wang Qiangshun is the son of Wang Sihe, one year younger than me, he was born on March 8, 1980, on Women's Day. If you count it strictly by the number of days, I am only more than seventy days older than him, less than three months, but because there is a year in between, I am a year older than him. Wang Qiangshun also has a sister who is four or five years older than me, Wang Sihe got married a year later than my father, but my father and my mother married me for six years, and this gap came out.

At that time, my brother had just walked out of the house when my grandmother stopped us in the yard and asked us where to go. My grandmother was seventy years old at this time, and she was a ten-out old lady, but she had good bones, and her eyes were not dazzling or deaf.

I replied: "Find Qiang Shun and the Ming army to go to Dinan to arrest 'Mom'." "If we know the dialect here, we call it "Mom", if we know it, we call it "Big Mom", and if we know it, we call it "Little Mom".

My grandmother smiled and said, "Grandma will take you to catch it today?" ”

When I heard it, I was very happy, and children like adults to play with him. My brother and I were happy to say yes.

My grandmother said again: "Today, grandma will take you alone first, and then I will take you two with me tomorrow." ”

As soon as I heard it, I asked, "Why?" ”

My grandmother said: "The place where grandma took you to, there are a lot of 'mom', there are a lot of 'mom' is very good, and there are more people who go to scare them away. ”

When I heard this, why did I feel so strange, but this is my grandmother, she will not lie to me, so I said to my brother: "You wait at home, wait for my brother to catch Keduo Ke 'Mom' come back, and ask our mother to fry us to eat." ”

My younger brother has been well-behaved and obedient since he was a child, but there is a little bit of a bad thing, his mouth is very greedy, he is a little bigger than children of the same age, a little stronger, and he looks a little fatter. At that time, he was in the first grade, I was in the fourth grade, and he was only two or three centimeters shorter than me.

My brother listened to me say this, swallowed twice, and nodded.

So, my grandmother took me out alone.

In the past, there seemed to be an old house in front of our old house that no one lived in, but then the old house collapsed, and when I was four or five years old, I remember that there was still half a wall of earth, and I used a small hammer used by my father to smash the earthen wall to play with it.

At this time, the earthen wall is gone, it has become a vacant land, which is covered with artemisia grass and wild flowers, and through this clearing, there is an old well, I don't know how many years, at that time, the village seems to have just installed running water, and this well is no longer used, but there are still wheels, well ropes, buckets and so on for shaking water.

Speaking of this well, don't laugh when you say it, for other people's homes, this well has only one use, for ours...... When I was a child, I was not afraid of fighting, and I would not say "I dare not fight", but later, my mother carried me to the edge of this well and said that she would throw me into the well, and at that moment, I was really scared and said hysterically, Mom, I don't dare, I don't dare......

Since then, I have learned the trick for my mother, as long as I don't obey, pick me up and go to the well, and I immediately cry and beg for mercy. For other people's homes, the function of the well is just to draw water......

My grandmother went out and took me to the well, but I was frightened, and I had a deep shadow over the well, and I asked in fear, "Grandma, are you going to throw me into the well, I am not disobedient." ”

My grandmother turned to me and smiled and said, "Instead of throwing you into the well, grandma went to the well to fetch buckets of water." ”

I was so suspicious that I stopped and did not dare to go any further to the well, and my grandmother ignored me and walked over on her own. After a while, my grandmother brought a bucket of water from the well, and I was relieved to see that it was really not throwing me into the well.

My grandmother came back to me with the bucket of water from the well and splashed it into a muddy field next to me. It had just rained, and the ground was already muddy, but now the ground was even more muddy. My grandmother found a small wooden stick and drew circles on the dirt floor, which was as big as the mouth of a small water tank, and I wondered what my grandmother was doing.

Then, my grandmother squatted in front of the mud ring for a while, reached out and pinched it in the middle of the mud ring, stood up and came to me, I looked into her hand, pinched a piece of wet mud the size of a fingernail, before I could react, my grandmother raised her hand and pressed the mud to my eyebrows, it was cool, wet, and felt slimy.

I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, what is this, didn't you say that you would take me to catch 'Mom'?" ”

My grandmother said, "The three fires on your body are too strong, and grandma will lower the fire for you, so she will take you to catch 'Mom'......"