On Saturday, I took a few children to roast potatoes on the wasteland behind the village. The wasteland is in a recess, shorter than the surrounding ground, the wind is light, and the best way to bake potatoes is to bring in stones, and build a boiler, leaving a hole in the middle, which is used to put potatoes, and then dig a hole under the hole, stuff it with dry grass, and light a fire to roast it.

We touched the soil underneath, and it was a little loose, so it didn't take much trouble to dig it up, and we were very happy. I'm the biggest, of course I'm digging the soil, I pick up the shovel and dig down, but as soon as the shovel digs down, I hit something hard and hard, and there is something under such soft soil? This hardness doesn't look like a stone, I moved the shovel, and there was the sound of a plastic bag underneath, what was it?

Since it is a plastic bag, it must be man-made, and there are other people in this wasteland except for us coming occasionally? If you want to throw away garbage, you won't throw it so far, and besides, if you bury it, is there a treasure in it? Wouldn't it be unkind to dig it out, in short, whether it's garbage or treasure, don't dig it, it's a waste of energy.

I pulled out my little shovel and said to the children, "There's something down there, and we can't dig it anymore, so let's just build another fire hole on it, or we can just set the potato on fire." "We just burn the fire in a hole, so that it cooks faster, but it will taste black and gray all over the mouth, which is not very beautiful, but it is absolutely delicious.

We collected the dry grass, dry branches, all stuffed into the hole, and then stuffed the potato into it, lit the fire, although it was a recess, but there was still a little wind, the wind blew the smell of smoke, and what other smells, a few of us were smoked to tears to find the wind, but the wind here turned out to be a whirlwind, where we stand, the wind blows, the smoke is really uncomfortable, the weather in this season is dry, my tears have been flowing, here is the wild burning, it is better to stuff a few potatoes in the pot stove at home, But I'm the king of children, Xiao Ming went to the county seat, so I took them to play sadly.

There was a strange smell in the air, what kind of grass was burned? I turned over the rest of the grass that was piled aside, and it was all common, and the branches, wondering, what kind of thing made this smell?

I was wondering if it was the smell caused by the burning of the substance in the stones, when a child with a stick turned over the potato shouted, "This potato is so strange in color, is it a bad potato?" ”

I threw down the dry grass in my hand and ran over, "Nonsense, I just took it out of the cellar, how can a good potato change color, didn't you see it just now, it's normal!" "I crouched down, took the stick, picked up the burning grass, and the skin of the potato did not turn black, but turned red, what is the situation? Is the yam really bad? That smell came from inside the yams? I pulled the potato out of the fire with a shovel, put my nose up and sniffed it, and sure enough, the strange smell came from it.

I stood up and said to everyone, "I won't burn it today, this potato is bad, so let's take out all the contents and take them back to the chickens." ”

We took out all the yams, the yams are not hot, it's strange that they haven't been hot after burning for so long, how did the yams go bad like this? We simply cleaned up, pushed to the pot of the base, stepped on the fire, and took out a bottle of water, the grandmother said to pay attention to fire prevention in the wild, can not cause hidden dangers, so every time I come out to burn something will bring such a bottle of water, I unscrewed the lid, poured it on the fire, the strange smell turned out to be stronger. On the way back, a few children were still muttering about the useless work they had done today, and I suddenly felt that the prestige of the child king was completely lost, and I looked at the potato in my hand, and the strange smell that could not be ignored, I grinded my teeth.

I came home, ready to talk to the grandmother about the potato, shouted in the house for a while, did not answer, the grandmother is not at home, must be in the hospital to help, I went to the backyard by myself, ready to feed the chickens, our chickens are in a corner of the yard, covered with a net, at the beginning of the fence with a net, but the chicks are OK, when they grow up the wings are hard, they will fly out, so they tie some colorful plastic bags on the edge of the net, the wind blows, the chickens are discouraged, but don't underestimate the IQ of chickens, chickens are also very smart, After the plastic bag floated for a long time, the chickens felt that there was nothing to be afraid of, so they boldly tried to fly out, and one flew out, and the others rebelled, so now they are completely self-inflicted with nets.

As soon as I got close to the net, the chickens were jubilant, and if the chickens were smart, there was another point that they remembered who often fed them, and who fed them more, of course, the milk fed more, so when I came in with the milk to feed, the chicken's head always looked at the milk, the neck was twisted against the milk, and the arms were also fluttering against the milk. Now I'm alone, and I must be slapped, all of them rejoicing, eager to break through the net and peck at me.

I knocked on the jar, this jar is usually fed to them for rice to eat, as soon as they heard the sound, they immediately stretched their necks, so I put the jar into the net, the chickens all poured up, their mouths knocked in, a knocking sound ended, the chickens all raised their heads to look at me, if I could read their expressions, it must be complaining, I laughed and bent over, laughing stomach pain, and three or two chickens were unwilling to use their mouths to knock in it, I think a big reason why they don't kiss me is that I often tease them.

I took out the potato that was supposed to go into our stomachs, and put one into the net, but the chicken only pecked a little, and then walked away tastelessly, is it too big? So I took out the cutting board and kitchen knife that the milk usually cuts vegetables for the chickens, put the potato on it, I cut it, a knife will be stuck in it, and I can't pull it out, so I can only cut it down, press hard, and I have been sweating profusely after a few knives, I have never seen such a hard potato. It took me a lot of effort to make the potato into small pieces, and then I cut it on the cutting board, and it was not difficult to cut it small. I ran into the house again and scooped a jar of rice and mixed it in the diced yams, now it depends on how picky you are, hehe.

I went to put the jar in after I got it done, and I forgot about it when the milk came back in the evening. In the middle of the night, my body was heavy, I woke up, and saw a little baby girl lying on the ground next to my bed, it looked like she had just been born not long ago, very thin, and the dark circles around her eyes seemed to be like she hadn't slept for many days, she was crying, and she was wiping her tears while looking at me, but what were the tears, those were blood tears! It kept flowing out of his eyes, then sliding down his face, and finally erasing it with his hands.

I wanted to move, but I couldn't, I knew that my grandmother was sleeping next to me, and I wanted to scream, but my throat was like it was stuck, and I couldn't make a sound at all. She was still bleeding and crying, crawling towards me step by step, I closed my eyes and didn't dare to look, but it felt too sensitive, I still knew that she was crawling towards me. I knew her hands were covered in blood from her tears, and I knew she was reaching out to me, but I just couldn't move. Home milk, home milk, wake up, home milk......

"Xuanzi, wake up." The grandmother pushed me, I opened my eyes, the little girl was gone, I don't know if it was a dream or a ghost pressing the bed just now, such a small baby died, I haven't heard of it nearby.

"Grandma, what's wrong?" I rubbed my eyes, why did my grandmother wake up just right?

The grandmother approached me and said, "Shhhhhhh "Stealing chickens? I listened carefully, and sure enough, there was a chicken fluttering sound, and the fluttering sound was not small. What are we going to do? It is said that thieves do not hurt people, but once the owner knows about it, he will take drastic measures, a family in the town, the thief enters the house at night, the wife suddenly wants to go to the toilet, opens, and sees the thief who is stealing, so the whole family is killed. There is also a family, knowing that the thief has entered the house, but there is no squeak, if you don't squeak, it is to scatter wealth, and if you squeak badly, it will kill you, so that most of the people in the countryside are old people and children, and even fewer dare to confront the thief head-on.

Listening to the chickens fluttering louder and louder, I couldn't sleep, "What should we do, housemilk, do we really have to wait for the chickens to be stolen?" ”

The grandmother got up and whispered to me, "Grandma go and see, don't make a sound, don't make a sound." ”

I pulled the grandmother and was anxious, "Grandma, don't go, I'm afraid, I'm going to go and we'll go together!" ”

The grandmother patted my hand: "Don't make trouble!" Not sensible! The grandmother is old, it doesn't matter, the grandmother quietly looks at it. ”

I pulled my grandmother and didn't let go, "Don't, Xuanzi won't let you go, what if it's a bad person?" "I closed my eyes and felt carefully, I could feel it, why can't it be done now, the more anxious I am, the more I can't do it.

So I pulled the grandmother and lay back on the bed, this dry weather, my lips were frightened and cracked, I stretched out my tongue and licked my lips, and in an instant, there were several red light areas around, one is the house, and the other is the direction of the yard. It's been happening three times, and I think about how it happened, I just wiped my saliva on my lips, and I bit my lower lip with my teeth, and it didn't happen, it was...... Tongue, I stuck out my tongue again and licked my lower lip, and it appeared again! What's going on? It's the tongue! I stuck out my tongue and could see the bright area around me, the bright area of my grandmother was not moving, and the bright area of the yard was divided into many points, all of which were moving, but they were only moving. That's supposed to be a chicken, there's no one next to the chicken, I'm pretty sure there's no one next to the chicken!