After stopping for two or three seconds, the grandmother asked the little old man, "Do you know where his family lives?"

The little old man turned around and pointed to the east, "Do you see the pomegranate tree on the south side of the road, there is a small alley further east of the pomegranate tree, and his house is in the alley. ”

Grandma smiled, thanked the little old man, and pulled me to the east to walk, but after walking a few steps, the little old man spoke again behind us, and the little old man asked, "Are you his relatives?"

Grandma stopped, and when I saw that Grandma hesitated, she turned back to the little old man and said, "It's a relative." ”

When the little old man heard this, he turned around and left, and I heard him mutter, "He still has relatives at home, it's not easy." ”

My grandmother also heard it, but our grandparents and grandchildren were inexplicable when they heard this, could it be that this family was dead

Grandma looked at the old man's back, and didn't chase after him and asked him why he said that, but turned around and pulled me towards the pomegranate tree in front of me.

Soon, we walked to a pomegranate tree, grandma did not stop, twisted her face and glanced at the pomegranate tree pulled me to continue walking, and walked a short distance, there was indeed an alley in the south of the road, the alley is not big, less than three meters wide, on the left side of the alley is a commissary, the decoration is good, it is to lock the door, it seems to have been closed for a while.

I stood at the mouth of the alley with my grandmother and looked inside, the alley is not deep, there is only one family inside, at a glance, the most conspicuous thing is a big locust tree at the door, the branches are luxuriant, there is a big pot under the locust tree, the pot is burning firewood, and there are two people busy in front of the pot. There were still a few people in the shade of the trees, squatting squatting next to them, as if waiting for the meal to be served. The cauldron was steaming at this time, and I reflexively sniffed my nose, a tempting aroma of old pot dishes, yes, it should be this one.

Grandma pulled me into the alley, and when we were halfway through the alley, all the people looked at us, especially the people who were squatting in the shade of the trees.

I silently counted them, and there were four people squatting in the shade of the tree, and two were cooking in front of the cauldron next to them, and there were six of them together. These six people have one thing in common, they are all half-old men in their fifties and sixties.

My grandmother pulled me to the shade of the tree, and the old men all looked at us intently, and no one spoke. Grandma smiled at the tree and asked politely, "Is this Zhou Zhenhai's home?"

Zhou Zhenhai is the father of the little water ghost, of course, this is a pseudonym. In the future, the names that appear in the book, except for those that have already appeared before, are all pseudonyms.

A couple of old men looked at my grandmother and replied lukewarmly, "Yes." At the same time, several old men turned their eyes away from me and my grandmother, and I looked at them, and felt that their expressions were very cold, as if they didn't ask me anything.

Grandma was about to ask something else, when one of the old men who was smoking with a cigarette pouch stood up from the ground, looked at me, and then at my grandmother, and asked, "Where are you?"

Grandma listened and said to the old man: "We are from a village more than ten miles away, and there is something wrong with Zhou Zhenhai, and there are other things at home."

"If there is anything to do, go to the village cadres of our village." Before the grandmother finished speaking, the old man waved the cigarette pouch pole in his hand and interrupted: "It's useless to come to his house, everyone is dead, we are called by the village chief to carry the coffin, and his affairs have nothing to do with us." ”

Grandma was stunned for a moment and asked, "Big brother, what do you mean by this, we really have something to do with him, since he is gone, is there anyone else in his family?"

"Nope." The old man glanced at my grandmother, stopped talking, put tobacco in the cigarette pouch and pot, squatted back on the ground and smoked again.

Grandma asked again: "Is there no one else in his house, his wife, his brothers and sisters, etc." ”

The old man with the cigarette bag didn't answer, and an old man next to him said: "It's all gone, you better go to our village chief, it's useless to look for us, we are just carrying coffins." ”

When grandma heard this, she immediately frowned, I looked at grandma, and then at these expressionless little old men, I can see that there must be something wrong with them.

Grandma also looked at a few old men, her eyes were a little helpless, she couldn't go to the village chief at this time, because the village chief in this year is not as good as the village chief in the past, the current village chief is all members, not a party member, you don't even have the qualifications to compete for the village head, and all of them came from the time of the Cultural Revolution, all of them are brainwashed atheists, looking for the village chief is similar to looking for scolding.

Grandma sighed lightly, I know grandma very well, grandma will have this action when she thinks of ideas, and then, grandma looked at a few old men, changed the subject and asked: "Is there a child in his family, a boy, who is about seven or eight years old by now." ”

When Grandma asked, several old men all looked inexplicable, and they looked at each other, as if they were quite surprised.

After a few seconds of pause, the old man with the cigarette pouch said, "There used to be one, but then it seems that it was lost." ”

The old man with the cigarette bag didn't speak, and an old man squatting next to him said, this old man is bald, and his head is black and bright, and the bald old man said, "Where is it lost, I sold it to the sea girl." ”

Hai Niu is Zhou Zhenhai's milk name. "Niu", is our dialect here, here is not the meaning of the girl, from the written can be seen as "son", this dialect is not easy to explain, we have a lot of milk names here, male and female, it is a post-sound when calling the name. By the way, it feels similar to the "boy" used in the south. Isn't that Andy Lau called "Andy", if he is here, he will definitely be "Hua Niu".

Straight to the point. Grandma listened and hurriedly asked the bald old man, "When did you sell it, and where did you sell it?"

The bald old man looked at my grandmother and asked, "What are you here for?"

The grandmother said: "His son drowned two years ago, and the body has been sinking in the water, and we want to ask his father and mother to fish up the body." ”

When several old men heard what their grandmother said, they were even more surprised, and the two old men who were cooking on the fire next to them seemed to hear it and came over, and one of the old men who burned the fire asked: "Sister, how do you know that the child's body is sinking in the water, why don't you find someone to fish it up?"

The grandmother glanced at the old man, but did not answer, but said, "Tell me who else is in their house, and let them go with us to get out the child's body." ”

When the old men heard this, they all twisted their faces to the side, and it seemed that they didn't want to pay attention to my grandmother anymore.

My grandmother and I stood in front of the old men for a long time, and no one spoke, which was quite embarrassing. Finally, the old man with the cigarette pouch knocked the cigarette pot in his hand on a brick under his feet, and said, "Boss, if you have anything to do, you should go to our village chief, we are just a few coffin bearers, and we don't know anything." Then, he pointed to the cauldron next to him with the rod of his cigarette pouch, and said, "The meal is ready, you can eat here and then go, it is not easy for you to come from afar." ”

Hearing the old man say this, I smelled the aroma of the old pot of vegetables vigorously, looked at my grandmother pitifully and said, "Grandma, I'm hungry." ”

Grandma then smiled embarrassedly at the old men and said, "Thank you then, I'm really hungry, you have cooked enough."

The old man who was cooking on the fire said, "There are too many, and there will be enough food for the two more." ”

Saying that, several people all got up from the ground and walked towards the courtyard, I walked behind them with my grandmother, and walked into the courtyard to see, there was a coffin in the middle of the courtyard, it was the kind of coffin that had not been painted, and the wood was not very good, the coffin board was all narrow wood pieced together, and there were either boils or insect eyes on it, and the most shabby thin-skinned coffin was probably like this, no wonder a few old men said that they were carrying the coffin, just such a coffin, not to mention six old men, four old men could easily carry it to the cemetery.

In addition to a coffin in the courtyard, there is no mourning shed, brazier, ever-bright lamp or anything, and there are no bystanders, and the whole courtyard does not even have a blank piece of paper, and there is a pile of yellow paper pressed on the head of the coffin, which is estimated to be burned after arriving at the cemetery.

There is a plane tree on the west side of the courtyard, and there is a large round table with ten seats under the tree, which is the kind of table we have here for red and white affairs.

A few old men beckoned me to sit down with my grandmother, and I found that as long as my grandmother didn't mention Zhou Zhenhai, a few old men were still very enthusiastic, and after sitting down, the meal began.

Hot old pot dishes, Xuan and soft big white steamed buns, in my memory at that time, can only be eaten in red and white things, especially in white things, large pieces of fatty meat, large pieces of tofu, boiled and rotten winter melon and vermicelli, that taste, really make people linger.

However, they are a little different here than we are, and the old pot dish is not served with steamed buns, but with rice. Use a big pot to bring out the old pot dishes, everyone carries a bowl of rice around the old pot dishes to sandwich inside, and several old men also take out a bottle of wine, and pick up the vegetables and drink.

It seems normal for them to have an old pot dish with rice, but for me, why is it so awkward, it is laborious and not enjoyable to eat.

I ate half a pot of old pot vegetables and three bowls of rice.

An old man asked my grandmother, "Is this your grandson?"

Grandma nodded. The old man said, "This child can really eat, and one child is worth the two of us." ”

My grandmother hurriedly explained to me, "We came here early in the morning, and we haven't eaten that meal in the morning." Turning her face, my grandmother whispered to me, "Why are you so useless?"

Say something, the hand in the last photo, it's not mine, it's my wife's, do you see which man's fingernails can be so long, my wife took her son to my parents' yard to play, my son turned out a few photos, my wife took it with her mobile phone, look carefully at the fingernails, slightly red, that is my wife's red nails with nail grass also called impatiens grass bag, saying that I should cut my nails, it really makes me cry and laugh.

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