I won't say the name of the village, because when I write about my own experiences in the future, it will involve many people in our village and our village, and what I want to write about in my experience is something that few people know about them, and there are many people and things that violate morality and conscience or even break the law.

Straight to the point. Our family and Wang Caoyu's family quickly settled down in this small village at the foot of the mountain. The villagers here have the same honesty and simplicity as the people in the mountains, the people are very good, and the village is not big, with more than a dozen families.

The village faces south with its back to the north, with a mountain behind it, and the locals call it Phoenix Mountain, it is said that the phoenix has fallen in ancient times for a long time, and there are wild grasses and wild fruit trees on the mountain; To the east is a small stream that flows day and night, the water of the stream is clear, stop by the stream, and occasionally see small fish and shrimp appearing; The west side is also a mountain, it is a dirt mountain, not high, it is about 100 meters by visual inspection, it is a flat-topped cone, there are many wild animals and plants on the mountain, when I was a child, my father also took me to the mountain to catch scorpions; To the south is an uncultivated wasteland, overgrown with weeds and trees.

The whole small village, far away from the dust and hustle and bustle of the plains, seems quiet and serene.

After the Huayuankou embankment burst, the Yellow River flooded and diverted, directly engulfing more than 10,000 elites of the Japanese army's Tufei Plain, effectively stopping the pace of the Japanese army's westward advance, and at the same time, giving the squadron stationed on the south bank of the Yellow River a chance to breathe, relying on the new river channel, stationed a new military trench west of the Yellow River, resulting in the Japanese army's delay in opening up the "mainland communication line" and delaying the Japanese army's military mobilization and the transportation of strategic materials.

After the war, according to the analysis of military scientists, this man-made flood delayed the pace of the Japanese army's occupation of the Central Plains by six years, ensuring the safety of the rear. Chiang Kai-shek's practice of "substituting water for soldiers" is right or wrong, and which is more important and which is more important, can only be evaluated by future generations and precipitated by history......

In 1941, my grandmother was twenty-three years old, my grandfather was seventy-four, my grandmother was fifty-two years old, and my grandfather was thirty-four years old.

After three years of hard work, my grandfather's family finally settled down in this small village at the foot of the mountain. My grandfather's family contributed money and materials, and Wang Caoyu's family contributed people and efforts, slash and burn in the barren grassland in the south of the village, and reclaimed more than 40 acres of fertile land, which was divided equally between the two families, with more than 20 acres per family.

As the war in the Central Plains became more and more intense, many ordinary people came to settle here to escape the war, and the village gradually grew. Because there was no male laborer in my grandfather's family, my grandfather was old, and my grandfather had problems with his legs and feet, so my grandmother rented all the 20 acres of land in our family to those newcomers. However, my grandmother never expected that from that moment on, our family would become a landlord who was later spurned by the poor, condemned by the literati, and scandalized by the plays!

In the summer of 1941, there was a drought in most parts of Henan, and the village where our family was located was no exception.

In the spring of 1942, just after the end of winter, many people's homes were green and yellow, and many people went to the fields to dig wild vegetables. In late spring and early summer, there was a disaster in the village, and the wild grass that could be eaten in the field was eaten, and the common people began to dig the roots and peel the bark.

The grass roots are washed and mixed with a small amount of coarse grains in the pot to boil the soup and drink, the bark is peeled off and pounded into powder with a stone mortar, steamed and soured. The bark of the elm tree is the best, the bark of the locust tree is the second, the bark of the poplar tree is bitter, and the bark of the Tsubaki tree is even more bitter, but it doesn't matter if it is bitter or not when you are hungry.

In the summer of 1942, there was another severe drought, there was no harvest in the land, and the national government imposed heavy taxes and levies, and a great famine broke out in the whole territory of Henan.

At this time, the grass roots and bark, all that can be eaten up, the hungry people in the city are thousands of miles away, and some places drag out the mud tire Bodhisattva in the temple and smash it, and drink it with water, commonly known as "Bodhisattva soil", eat it until the stomach can't pull it out, and it swells to death.

During this period, a large number of hungry people began to die, and some went west out of Tongguan and north to Guandong, starving to death of disease and freezing on the road.

At this time, my grandmother's fine grain was gone, but it was not as difficult as other places, and behind the village was the mountains, and the wild vegetables, wild fruits, trees, and small animals in the mountains became the natural treasures that the people in the vicinity relied on for survival.

Although my grandfather was seventy-five years old at the time, his body was quite strong, and he often carried a clay gun on his back and the young people of the village into the mountains to hunt. My grandmother and the women of the village went up to the mountains to dig wild vegetables, and although the days were hard, they were not hungry.

In the autumn of 1942, most areas of Henan suffered a locust plague, and the Nationalist Government not only ignored it, but also blocked the news, and the whole territory of Henan was starved and died, and the phenomenon of eating dead human flesh appeared in some areas.

At this time, all the weeds and wild vegetables near the mountain were dug up, and the animals were almost extinct. My grandmother and her whole village had to follow the stream into the heart of the mountains in search of food.

In the hinterland of the mountains, the popularity is less and the yin is heavy, coupled with the war and famine, the lonely ghosts, the evil foxes and the ghosts, at night, the strange howls are all over the wilderness, even if people like my grandfather and my grandmother who have exorcism and exorcism skills, they dare not stay in the mountains as soon as the sky is dark.

In the words of my grandfather, the situation is chaotic and evil is born, and it is beyond the power of man.

In the winter of 1942, hail fell suddenly, countless people died of starvation and froze to death, and there was a phenomenon of "changing children and eating" in some areas.

It was also during this period that one-third of the total area of Henan Province was occupied by the Japanese army, and the Japanese devils were well versed in the Chinese art of war, understood Chinese history, and knew the truth that "those who win the Central Plains win the world".

After the troops entered Henan, not only did they not kill a single person, but they also launched a policy of softness to win the hearts of the people, sending food and clothing to those hungry and cold people, and asking for warmth in the cold.

This war strategy of the Japanese devils was a great success, and it was at this moment that a helpless and ironic scene appeared in the history of the War of Resistance Against Japan.

Those victims who received food and clothing actually wore Japanese military uniforms to help the Japanese fight the Chinese, and were willing to carry ammunition for the Japanese to carry the wounded. In the spring of 1944, the spontaneously organized people of Henan disarmed 50,000 of their own soldiers.

More than 300,000 Chinese garrisons in Henan Province were defeated by only 60,000 Japanese troops, but in fact, it was not the Japanese who defeated them, but their own compatriots!

This made Henan Province the province with the most traitors in the history of the Anti-Japanese War.

Why is there such a deplorable and deplorable situation? In the final analysis, the officials abandon the people, the people abandon the officials, the country abandons the people, and the people abandon the country!

Under the circumstances at that time, there were many years of famine and starvation, and countless refugees were desperate in order to survive, and even their children and wives were eaten. Who's right? Who's wrong? Who abandoned whom? Who betrayed whom?

Milk is the mother, who gives them a way to live, who they help, this is the essence of human nature, this is the essence of the people, water can carry the boat can also overturn the boat, in fact, the water can sink the boat, the boat put more heavy objects, beyond the load capacity of the water, the boat will sink.

At that moment, who would think about the national righteousness of those victims who were hungry and cold? Who would think about national hatred and family hatred? What is a national feud? What is family hatred? Their own children were forced to kill and eat, what kind of national hatred and family hatred do they talk about, who do they want to hate? Let them hate whom?

In fact, from 1937 to 1942, for five and a half years, Henan's contribution to military rations was the first in the country, and the heavy amount of military service and taxes exhausted Henan's people, material and financial resources, and many peasants went bankrupt and fled. In fact, even when the wind and rain were good, Henan farmers could only rely on wild vegetables and some miscellaneous grains to survive after paying grain. In 1942, the disaster in the whole province made the life of the people even more difficult, the wheat was only one or two percent, and the autumn grain was even completely lost.

I know that when this history is written, it will definitely be scolded by Henan villagers, and even by non-Henan villagers. However, I am also from Henan, I am also Chinese, I am not slandering my hometown, nor am I slandering my country, let alone speaking for those Japanese devils, I hate the Japanese more than anyone else. At this moment, I am just standing in the center of the scales and restoring the truth of history. What I've said above is all real.

My friends are just watching, and I am writing, and my mood at this moment is more complicated, tangled, painful and sad than any of your friends......

In the winter of 1942, the mountain was covered by heavy snowfall, and the people in the village had no weeds to dig up, and the animals in the mountain seemed to be extinct, and not a single one could be seen. In my grandmother's words, even the ghosts starved to death.

In the evening of that day, my grandmother went out to scrape a dustpan of snow, put it in a pot to boil into water, and after the water boiled, she sprinkled a small bag of sweet potato noodles into the pot a little, "Today is Laba, our family has improved the food, and we don't eat the wheat straw." ”

The whole family was hungry and weak, and my grandfather gasped and asked, "Where do you have sweet potato noodles?" ”

My grandmother smiled, "I kept it in the winter, and I plan to eat it during the New Year." ”

Although my grandfather is older, he is quite able to bear it, so he ate a small bowl of clear soup made from wheat straw husks in the morning, and he has been holding on until now, looking more energetic than my grandfather. He sighed beside him and said: "What year is it going to be, it's good to live to come to the next year, in this world, if you fight, you will fight, and God of the dog day will also come to join in the fun, there has not been a drop of rain for two years, but it has rained a grasshopper, this thing is flying and jumping, it is happier than people, otherwise you can eat it if you catch it." ”#~@@

It's good to throw sweet potato noodles into the pot for rice, which is rice, that is, a pot of muddy soup that is slightly muddyer than water.

A family of four, each of whom drank a big bowl, but after less than half an hour, he was hungry again, what should he do, tighten his belt and sleep, and he won't be hungry when he sleeps.

Since the famine, my grandfather has stopped urging my grandmother and my grandfather to have children, and the road is not good, where can I still have the strength to have children.

In the middle of the night, my grandmother woke up hungry, but she didn't open her eyes, because she couldn't sleep when she opened her eyes, and she would be even hungrier. But at this moment, a low woman's voice came from her ears: "White Fairy Aunt ......"

When my grandmother heard this, she wondered, is there something wrong with hunger, why did she hear someone shouting at herself in the middle of the night? My grandmother didn't open her eyes.

After a pause, the woman's voice came again, "Bai Xian Gu wake up." ”

My grandmother immediately realized that this was not an auditory hallucination, and when she opened her eyes, she saw two people standing at the head of the bed, a man and a woman...... -The Last Ghost Hunter-