The book says brief...... しw0。 Our group soon came to the bottom of the bridge, because the mound of dirt was closed, the mule cart could not reach the east side of the bridge, grandma asked Shuangxi to park the car on the west side of the mound, find a place to tie the mule. In the past, the people in our area were very simple, and we were poor here that we wouldn't even come to patronize petty theft, so we didn't have to worry about losing the mule cart as long as it was tethered.

A few men set up the mule cart, led by the grandmother, and walked towards the east.

At this time, the sky is getting more and more gloomy, but the northeast wind has stopped, and it doesn't feel so cold, like this situation, friends in the north should know very well, the sky is so gloomy, it should snow as soon as the wind stops, and it is the kind of silent goose feather snow.

Sure enough, before we could get to the canal, there were snowflakes in the sky, it was really goose feather snow, and the snow flakes were very large.

By the time we reached the canal, there was a thin layer on the ground.

Grandma stood in front of the big hole in the canal and looked at it a few times, closed her eyes and inhaled gently, nodded, and said to my father and the three of them: "It's not bad, Li Zhenghua is still inside." ”

My dad asked, "What about that, no, I'll go in and drag him out." ”

Grandma waved her hand and said, "You don't need to go in, let's just light a fire in front of this place, and you can look around here and pick up some branches and hay." ”

My dad and the three of them dispersed when they heard this. I was going to follow them, but my grandmother stopped me.

Grandma untied the bulging burden on her body at this time, I looked inside, full of dried wormwood leaves, which surprised me, what did grandma do with so many wormwood leaves?

Grandma put her hand into the wormwood leaves and touched it, it turned out that there were other things in the baggage in addition to the wormwood leaves, grandma touched the wormwood leaves a few times, and took out a piece of rotten wood from it, which can also be said to be a piece of wood, the size of an adult's palm, slightly thicker than a cigarette case, it looks like an old wood buried in the ground all the year round, it has been rotten, and it can be rubbed into pieces with my hands, and I vaguely smell that there is a smell of earth, not only earthy, but also a slight rancid smell.

I was about to ask my grandmother what kind of wood it was, but before I could ask, my grandmother put the wood on the wormwood leaf and pressed her hand on me, which meant that I wanted to squat next to her, and I hurriedly squatted down.

Grandma put her hand into her arms again and pulled one out of her arms......

I jumped up from the ground in a moment's time.

My grandmother strained her face at me and said as if commanding, "Squat down." ”

My voice trembled and said, "Grandma, you—you're going to stab me again." ”

Grandma coaxed me, "Just prick it, you be a little better." ”

Alas, every time it was a prick, and for as long as I can remember, I remember stabbing me at least twenty times.

Then again, what did grandma take out of her arms at this time? Needle bag, this needle bag may also be an old object, cloth, very compact, there is a tower-type lid on it, from the bottom to the top of the height of six or seven centimeters, three or four centimeters of width, the mouth is very small, the space inside is not large, the mouth can barely reach into a little finger, the inside is bulging and stuffed with hair, there are several large and small needles inserted in the hair, when using the needle, pull the lid on the top, and draw one from the inside. Hair is placed in the needle bag, as if to prevent the iron needle from rusting.

Grandma casually pulled out a needle from it, and the bright tip of the needle made me feel terrified when I looked at it. Grandma smiled, coaxed and scared me, and pulled my right hand over. Two fingers pinched the belly of my middle finger, "click", the extremely sharp needle tip pierced into my finger belly, I was full of excitement, and when the needle was pulled out, the blood leaf came out.

Grandma pinched my finger and turned it down, ticking, and a drop of blood dripped onto the rotten piece of wood......

In my grandmother's words afterwards, this is called yin and yang, and my blood is yang. In fact, since I was born, the big roosters and big black dogs in our village are very happy every day, because why, we finally have a family that can donate blood instead of them, every time my grandmother practices or sacrifices something, there is no need to prick their cockscombs and dog ears, let alone slaughter them and bleed, just because there is me at home. When I mention this, I want to smile bitterly every time, am I a human being, or am I a rooster and black dog?

That rotten piece of wood is yin, what kind of wood is it, I guess someone has already guessed it, the old coffin board, and it is also the kind of cheap thin-skinned coffin. In fact, this coffin board belongs to my grandfather, and when the grave was moved, my grandmother put away the coffin boards of my grandfather and the three of them, and there are still a few pieces at home until now.

My blood and my grandfather's coffin board, the combination of yin and yang, rigidity and softness, can be regarded as a magic weapon.

Just then, my dad and each of them came back with a bundle of dry weeds, and there were no trees nearby, and they couldn't find the branches.

Grandma let go of my hand, got up from the ground, and told my father and them to put the dry grass in front of the mouth of the drain and light it with matches.

When the fire was lit, my grandmother squatted down beside the fire and sprinkled wormwood leaves inside, and after five or six handfuls, she put the coffin board dripping with the blood of my finger on it.

Like this kind of old wood, the wood inside has all rotted, figuratively speaking, just like a mud block, like this situation, a little common sense friends are clear, will not burn like normal wood at all, will only be red like charcoal, and there will be an unpleasant black smoke, this wood because it is a coffin board, the smoke on the fire is loud and strange, and a few people who choked after being led by the fire coughed.

Grandma, she didn't care about this, she took out a paper folding fan from her baggage, squatted in front of the mouth of the canal, and suddenly fanned the folding fan to the mouth, and it felt like smoking a rabbit in front of a rabbit's nest.

I don't understand what grandma is going to do, is it really going to smoke the "rabbit" Li Zhenghua in it as a rabbit? My dad didn't seem to understand either, so my dad asked my grandma, "Mom, what are you doing here?" ”

Grandma fanned the fan and said, "Smoke out the evil spirit inside." ”

Sure enough, it was smoking rabbits.

Grandma seemed to think of something at this time, and turned her head and told my dad and the three of them, "One of the three of you stay here, and the other two go south and one north, find out if there is any other exit, and don't let that thing run out of other places." As she spoke, my grandmother took out three chicken blood strips from the baggage at her feet and handed them to my dad, "Tie one to each person's wrist, don't stop Li Zhenghua when he runs out, follow him to see where he is going, and when he stops, he will come back and tell me." ”

My dad and the three of them discussed, and finally decided that my dad would stay with my grandmother and me, Wang Sihe would look for it in the north, and Shuangxi would look for it in the south.

This section of the canal has been said before, the exposed part of the ground is only about 20 meters, the rest are buried in the ground, but the end of the canal can be imagined, the north head must be connected to the East Village, the south head must be in a low-lying land, as long as you follow the traces exposed on the ground to find, it is easy to find, and if there is an exit anywhere, grandma is here to fan the smoke in the canal, the smoke will definitely come out from the other outlet, just like the smoke rabbit a reason, let the rabbit cunning rabbit three holes, as long as there is enough smoke, which exit will smoke out.

Wang Sihe and Shuangxi tied the chicken blood strip to their wrists and left quickly.

By the way, this chicken blood strip also has to be introduced a little, and now the chicken blood strip used by grandma has very little blood on it, only three drops, one drop in the middle of the cloth strip, one drop on both sides, and it is no longer chicken blood, but, alas......

The snow was still falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier, and a thin layer had fallen on the three of us, and the ground was even whiter, and the villages and trees in the distance were covered in a dreamy blanket of silver.

The fire in front of the mouth of the canal was still burning, and my father replaced my grandmother and continued to fan the smoke into the canal with a folding fan. The red fire and black smoke look very strange and unharmonious in this snowy day.

I don't know how long it took for me to suddenly hear what seemed to be someone coughing, very slight, intermittent, cough... Ahem...

I hurriedly turned my head to look for it, but there was no one around, and I couldn't even see Wang Sihe and Shuangxi in the distance. I looked at my grandmother and father again. Grandma was staring intently at the mouth of the drain, and Dad was still fanning, not because they were coughing, and they didn't seem to hear it.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

Two more times, this time I listened to it really, and I whispered to my grandmother, "Grandma, I hear someone coughing." ”

Grandma turned to look at me and asked, "What are you talking about?" ”

"I heard what looked like someone was coughing."

Grandma hurriedly called her father, "Zhenlong, don't fan, listen to if there is a cough in the canal." ”

My father stopped, and the three of us avoided the fire, holding our breath, and listened with our ears close to the mouth of the canal, and after a dozen seconds, two slight coughs were heard again, judging from the direction from which the sound came, it should have come from the canal.

At this time, grandma whispered something bad, I turned my head to look at grandma, and saw that grandma's face became ugly, grandma said: "The evil ghost on Li Zhenghua's body choked out of the smoke......" Before the words were finished, grandma hurriedly instructed her father: "Quickly, quickly extinguish this fire, otherwise Li Zhenghua will choke to death." ”

My dad raised his foot and swept over the pile of burning firewood, and the sparks flew in all directions, and most of the fire was extinguished immediately, and then he picked up the snow and soil under his feet and scattered it on it.

At this time, grandma tied the burden on the ground, carried it to her body, raised her hand and grabbed me and walked south, I was caught off guard, and was pulled by my grandmother, and after stabilizing my body, I asked my grandma puzzled, "Grandma, what are you going to do?" ”

My grandmother pulled my head and didn't look back, but asked me, "Where did that cough come from?" ”

I followed my grandmother's hurried footsteps, and before I had time to think about it, I blurted out, "It seems to be coming from the south side of the canal." ”

"That's right, that evil ghost must have run south along the pipe when he came out of Li Zhenghua, let's go find your Uncle Shuangxi and block him!"

This water canal, further south is the railway line, the railway line is like a big embankment, nearly eight meters higher than the ground level here, there are bridges and holes in some places under the railway line, generally there are three bridges in each village on average, the villagers want to cross the railway to the south of the railway, one is to drill the bridge hole, the other is to climb the railway slope.

There is no bridge hole near the canal, grandma because of her age, can not climb the big slope of the railway, from here a little southeast, there is a bridge hole, that is the west bridge hole in the east village, grandma pulled me straight to the west bridge hole.

At this time, he couldn't see the figure of Ming Jun and his father Shuangxi for a long time, and it seemed that he had reached the south of the railway.

The book is brief, but through the railway bridge, there is a dirt road, three or four meters wide, which is usually the kind of road we have here, and the road is full of wheat fields on both sides. Because this railway was built relatively early, which was built by the Japanese devils during the Anti-Japanese War, the aqueducts in our villages were later than the railway, and the canals wanted to reach the south of the railway, they had to make holes from under the railway lifts like rats, but the width of the lifts was nearly 20 meters, and the technology could not hit this kind of holes at that time, so the villagers used these walking bridges and holes to pass the aqueducts through the bridge holes.

The canal we found happened to pass through the hole in the bridge where my grandmother and I passed. After walking through the bridge hole, we walked south along the canal in the bridge hole, and soon came to a big pit, and the canal stopped at the big hole.

This big pit seems to have dried up a long time ago, and at this time it was tightly covered with a layer of snow, and in the deepest part of the pit, there was actually a person lying down, and it didn't cover the heavy snow yet, and it seemed that he had just laid down for a long time.

Grandma looked around, there was no one else around, and the person lying at the bottom of the pit should be Ming Jun's father, Shuangxi.

Grandma sighed and said, "It's still a step too late, this evil ghost seems to be double happy again." After that, my grandmother said to me again, "Run back and call your father." ”

"What about you?"

"Leave me alone, grandma is fine."

At this moment, Shuangxiteng sat up at the bottom of the pit, and my scalp was numb with fright!