In the summer of 1985, in a small village in Luoyang City's Bishan Township, it was busy with farming, and the sun was shining so hard that people could only squint and walk. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe large mound of King Sho stands in the middle of the terraced fields, surrounded by people who bend over and work, like the king who guarded the village thousands of years ago.

"In June, people and animals are busy, birds and birds, you don't peck at ......food," a man of about thirty years old led a cow and hummed a song towards the field.

"Brother, why are you here so late today?" The questioner was the man's brother-in-law, named Zhu Jianguo, nicknamed "Little Pig".

"How can this master of my family not eat and drink enough!" The man patted the big scalper next to him, "Let's start work!" ”

The two men removed the plough from the cart, put the ropes in order, and sat on the ground and lit each other's cigarettes.

"Last night's rain was so good, it saves a lot of effort to plow the ground!" The man took a drag on his cigarette, choked and squinted.

"Yes, this is really God's eye-opening, or this place is probably harder than stone!"

There was a severe drought that summer, with almost no rain since March, and the village's wells were running out of water, and the wheat harvest was cut by half. It is inconvenient to irrigate the terraced fields on the mountain, and people basically rely on the weather for food. It was the summer harvest and sowing that a rain that gave some comfort to the distressed people.

"It's almost over, let's get started?" The man snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, stood up and patted the dirt on his body.

"Medium!"

One person leads the ox, the other presses the plow, and slowly moves forward. The iron plough renovated the land, making a "clucking" sound from time to time, like an accompaniment to a little song hummed by a man.

"In June, people and animals are busy, birds and birds, you don't peck food, in July, you are rouge, girl, you are going to marry ......"

Suddenly, the scream of the little pig pressing the plough behind "Ah" was particularly loud in the silent afternoon, and the people who were working in a radius of forty acres were startled and gathered one after another.

"Piggy, are you alright, what's going on...... Don't move yet! The man asked, removing the plough that was pressed against the pig's leg, the iron thorns of the plough digging deep into the top of his feet, and the blood stained his army-green canvas shoes.

"No... It's okay, it's okay......" The little pig was so painful that he couldn't breathe, and the sweat droplets of beans were dripping down his cheeks, and he was shocked by the scene in front of him when he just came back to his senses, "Oh my God, what's going on?!" ”

At that time, the two of them had just reached the middle of the field while humming a song, when one of the ox's feet suddenly sank into the earth as if it had stepped on the air, and because it was not stable because it was not stable by the rope, one of them stumbled and fell to the ground, and the little pig that was pressing the plough behind him was overturned before he could recover his senses. The frightened ox fluttered to its feet, but the more it fluttered, the deeper it sank, and at last most of its body fell into the pit.

"What a fucking bad luck, whose ancestral grave is this!" The man said angrily and helplessly, "Go back to the village and ask whose master is responsible!" ”

The little pig took off his shoes with difficulty, and could no longer speak. The blood was mixed with dirt, and the open flesh was faintly filled with white bones, which almost pierced the entire soles of his feet. Later, relatives who rushed to the village clinic were taken to the village clinic.

Bishan is the hometown of the dead, from ancient times to the present is the feng shui treasure of the dead, has long been the grave pressed grave, the mound is stacked on the grave, there is almost no lying cow in a radius of 100 miles. Whether people living here, whether they are building houses and roads, or cultivating fields and digging wells, it is a rare thing if they do not dig up a new grave and an old grave. Men have long been accustomed to such things.

The people pulled the cow out of the pit, and the cow "moo... Moo..."'s cry was slightly desolate, like a wounded child, limping to the ground and lying down, a tear dripping from the corner of his eye and falling to the ground.

After the turmoil, the scene was even more noisy, and people gathered around the pit to point fingers. There were no rags in the pit, no broken wooden coffins, and a few white bones were faintly exposed in the soil, like a poor burial grave wrapped in straw mats.

"Since the earth has been moved, let's go back and ask if there is an owner of this grave to deal with it again." The man said tiredly.

What the man said is not unreasonable, it is taboo to inadvertently offend the grave of others, and it is even more disrespectful to hastily bury it without repairing it. Or maybe he just wants to find a master and compensate for his own losses, and no one will watch his ancestral grave being exposed to the sun and ignore it.

After the discussion, the people dispersed and returned to their homes to continue their work. The sun was approaching the horizon, and it was obscured by the large mound of King Zhuang in the west, reflecting a fiery mound. At this time, a little boy next to him suddenly stretched out his finger and said to the man, "Dad, what do you think is that?" ”

The questioner was the man's son, nicknamed "Loach".

Looking in the direction of the boy's finger, the man found that there seemed to be something pressed under the corbel lying on the ground, and when he got closer, it turned out to be a bronze mirror, which was so rusty that he couldn't see the texture clearly, and the surface was wrapped in some soil. The raised edge is stuck at the base of the cow's hind legs, which must have been brought out of the dirt pit just now.

"Loach, this thing is called a bronze mirror, and there is one on the windowsill of your grandmother's house, you have seen it." The man explained, reaching out and pulling it off.

The cow was in pain and "moo... Moo...", he stood up and walked away, and there was not a trace of blood on the place where the leg was pierced, after all, the skin was rough and thick.

For a long time from ancient times to the present, mirrors have been one of the necessities of funeral goods, and it is said that after death, the soul can travel back and forth through the mirror. The people who live in the ancient tombs of Bishan are naturally familiar with the bronze mirror.

"Of course I know the bronze mirror, but it's too broken to see it!" The boy looked innocent and reached out and took it.

In an instant, a chill spread through the fingers and soaked into the bone marrow, which made people feel like they couldn't put it down on that hot summer day.

"Oh, why is this thing so cold!" The boy shuddered.

"Because...... This thing is possessed by a ghost, and children will be haunted by ghosts when they touch it! The man said with a wicked grin.

"I'm not afraid, I have the blessing of the Bodhisattva!" The boy said triumphantly, pulling out the jade Guanyin he was carrying around his neck.

This Jade Guanyin was begged for by his grandmother in the Shangqing Palace when he was just born, and he has never left him since he was a child. It wasn't until it was broken later, and it's still treasured by him in a box to this day.

"Haha, tease you stupid, this thing has been buried underground, it must be very cold!" The man said as he packed up his things and prepared to go home, he couldn't finish the work, so he went to the hospital first, and then asked about the grave.

As the sun set, the fiery clouds stained half of the sky red, the chirping of cicadas was sparse, and the father and son were silent on the way home, each immersed in their own thoughts.

The boy stared at the bronze mirror on the shelf car and thought, "I've been in the sun for a long time, how can it be so cold, is there really a ghost?" ”

Children are always so fond of drilling the horns, and then they are frightened by their own fantasies.

The man was also puzzled in his heart: "Judging from the depth or characteristics of that pit, it should be a new tomb within the past two generations, and it is a poor burial tomb that has been hastily put into the ground, how can there be such an old bronze mirror in it?" This mirror is obviously much older than the Han Dynasty bronze mirrors that are usually unearthed. ”

"Brother, what's going on in the field!" The man's thoughts were suddenly disturbed, and he turned around to see the little pig sitting behind the tricycle shouting to himself, with thick bandages on his feet, and riding the bicycle was his child Zhu Hong, nicknamed "Erdan".

"How's your feet going, they're wrapped so quickly?"

"Well, skin trauma, no bones, nothing!" Piggy said and proudly waved his heavily bandaged foot, which seemed to be really fine.

At that time, cultivated land and farming relied entirely on manpower, and it was common to suffer small and small injuries when farming was busy, after all, science and technology were the primary productive forces.

The man pointed to the back of the cart and said, "Look at this thing, is it worth two dollars?" ”

"This was dug out of that pit in the afternoon?"

"Well, it was freed up by this steak."

"It's rusty like this, don't take it all the rags," Piglet said with a grin, and then muttered in confusion, "No......"

"I've been very depressed, and I'm going to go back and show it to my mother, and by the way, I'm asking her if she knows whose grave it is."

Two confused adults, two curious children, and an innocent cow slowly walked home with the afterglow of the setting sun.

At this moment, they must not have imagined that this small thing, which everyone has long been accustomed to, will change the fate of two generations in the next 30 years.