Wang Dachuan, male, Han nationality, 23 years old this year, lives in Huangling Village, Xincheng County, and is engaged in the profession of pulling bricks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Recently, the city is going to hold a tourism conference, and the first thing to focus on is environmental protection. In order to practice low-carbon environmental protection, Huangling Village, which burns bricks and pulls bricks for development, has been completely closed.

There are no bricks to pull, and several big bosses are still waiting for bricks, which is sad for Wang Dachuan's family.

"Dad, why don't we let Xiao Chun'er burn some more bricks, and we have to send another car of bricks to Boss Huang." Wang Dachuan squatted on the doorstep of his house, pulled the soot floor with his hands, and looked up at his father who was sharpening the kitchen knife in front of him.

"Burn what burn." Wang Fanggang tried his best to sharpen the kitchen knife and thought about it, venting all his emotions on the sharpening knife, and said with a pant, "Do you think people have any friendship with you, and if you let him burn him, he will burn it?" If someone reports that the brick kiln has been sealed, Xiao Chun'er doesn't come over with a knife to cut you. ”

Wang Fang just sharpened the knife, looked at the shiny blade, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, and said to himself: "Alas, it looks like the New Year is coming, how can I have spare money to buy New Year's goods this year." ”

"Then there are no bricks burned elsewhere? Is there one in other counties? Wang Dachuan stood up and leaned against the door frame, wilting as if he had no bones.

Wang Fanggang glared at him: "I don't know what a complete suspension is?" With that, he went straight back to the house.

Wang Dachuan leaned against the door frame, his head drooping. Alas, I originally wanted to earn more money this year and buy a gift for Wang Siya.

This is good, not to mention the money to buy gifts, even my own family will not be able to eat meat for the New Year.

"There are bricks to have. The one on the west side of the village. ”

The father and son were silent for a while, and Wang Fanggang's voice came from the room. Then, as if remembering something again, he sighed and added: "Forget it, don't make trouble for yourself." ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Wang Dachuan's eyes lit up, and his brain spun rapidly like a spinning top - yes, there was an old brick kiln in the west of the village that had been abandoned for a long time, and Wang Dachuan was warned that he must not go to the old brick kiln when he was a child.

According to the old people in the village, the old brick kiln was haunted, and the families who used to live in the west of the village all died. Wang Dachuan also knows a little about this, when Wang Dachuan just remembered, the last family in the west of the village was poisoned by gas overnight, they were originally going to move out, who knew that after a few days of dragging, their lives would be lost.

As time passed, more than twenty years passed. Education in the village also developed, and gradually many people did not believe that the brick kilns were haunted, but this kind of thing has always been believed rather than not. Most of the people also listened to the story of what happened there as an after-dinner tea, and only a few of the oldest and oldest people in the village took the trouble to warn the villagers over and over again not to go to the brick kiln.

But now, Wang Dachuan is bent on how to get some bricks back, so he doesn't care about whether it is haunted or not.

Besides, a young man in his twenties, full of masculinity and righteousness, what the hell can he be afraid of?

Thinking of this, Wang Dachuan secretly cheered himself up, glanced back at his father on the kang in the house, strode out of the house, and walked towards his good brother Chen Changqing's house.

Chen Changqing was feeding the chickens in the yard, and at a glance, he saw Wang Dachuan coming over with a probe.

"Hey, Okawa, what are you doing?"

Wang Dachuan straightened his waist, walked up to Chen Changqing, walked around slowly, and then leaned over to Chen Changqing's ear, lowered his voice and said, "Changqing, is there no one at home?" ”

"Nobody. What kind of gods and ghosts are you pretending to be in broad daylight? ”

"Ahem...... I want you to do me a favor. ”

"What's the busy?"

"Tonight, let's go to the west side of the village and pull a cart of bricks back."

"You said the haunted brick kiln west of the village?"

"Tut-tut, you're still afraid of this, look at your little bit of interest."

"Don't give me the trick, it's useless." Chen Changqing pursed his lips and turned his head to continue feeding the chickens. He is an honest rural boy who was beaten by his family since he was a child, but he is obedient, so he naturally will not do what the village elders have warned about.

"Pull a car for Boss Huang, he will add more money, eight hundred for a car...... I'll give you half of it. ”

When Chen Changqing heard this, he turned around, staring at Wang Dachuan's earnest and firm face with a pair of big bright eyes, and his heart was full of thoughts: "Really? ”

Wang Dachuan nodded vigorously. The four eyes met, and indescribable emotions flowed.

The birds die for food, and people die for money, this is the truth.

Usually pulling a car earns five hundred, and two people are two two hundred and five. Boss Huang has a lot of money, and with a stroke of his pen, he is about to earn two cars of money in one car.

In the evening, after dinner, the brothers came out of the house with excuses. Wang Dachuan's little six wheels stopped at the edge of the village road, and the brothers met, Chen Changqing still hesitated: "Dachuan, are you sure it's okay?" ”

"Hey, what's the problem?" Wang Dachuan is full of enthusiasm, can he not be happy if he has made money? "Don't worry, you know what superstition is, it was all used by rulers in ancient times to rule the ruled."

Well...... Sounds like it makes some sense. Chen Changqing nodded thoughtfully.

The two men got into the car, started the engine, and the car drove bumpily towards the west of the village.

There's no turning back.

Wang Dachuan stared at the road ahead, the farther west he went, the more desolate it became, there were crops on both sides of the road, but at this time there were no crops on it, let alone people. To get to the brick kiln to the west, you have to pass through a small forest.

Desolation.

It's a lie to say that he is not nervous, Wang Dachuan's palms holding the steering wheel are drenched in cold sweat, neither of the two young men speaks, usually the car is full of meat jokes and jokes, at this time both of them have tense faces, serious and dignified.

On the empty and silent road, only the sound of the small six wheels could be heard.

Finally two-thirds of the way through, Wang Dachuan secretly let out a sigh of relief, thinking about adjusting the atmosphere, and suddenly straightened his waist and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Hey, it's all scary people, scared to death!" ”

The voice was sonorous, loud and thick.

Chen Changqing, whose nerves were stretched into a line, was really scared half to death, and originally wanted to complain tremblingly: "Dachuan, it's really scary, scared to death, you're scared to death~" But when the words came to his mouth, he still had the courage to echo: "Yes, nothing will happen." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a series of sounds from the little six wheels that seemed to be overwhelmed, and then the body trembled a few times...... Flameout.

The air seemed to be dead at this moment, and Chen Changqing's voice of nervous swallowing saliva was extremely clear.

Wang Dachuan took a deep breath and clenched his fists: "Damn!" This six-wheeled car in our house is the problem! It's long overdue! Changqing, come down and repair the car with me! ”