There was a frost in the morning, and the flooded winter fields in front of the village formed a thin layer of ice, but the sun melted before it came out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Approaching the end of the year, there was a heavy snowfall some time ago, which has always been a good weather with clear skies and warm sunshine, and even the small north wind has brought warmth. The pine and bamboo trees on the mountain are still verdant, and the only dilapidated trees and shrubs are the deciduous trees and shrubs, bare and stunned, poked in the wind. At the foot of the mountain, there is a piece of yellow earth in the east and west from time to time, they dedicate the summer and autumn to the villagers, and they are recuperating and accumulating in the cold winter, and are preparing to make greater contributions for the next year.

After I finished my work, I came out of the courtyard of Uncle Liang's house, went home for breakfast, and saw a group of woodcutters carrying knives coming in from a distance at the entrance of the village.

After the beginning of winter, there is less farm work, as long as it is a sunny weather with early frost and late dew, the mountain is very lively.

Of course, it was the people who came in from outside the mountains to cut wood.

Taking advantage of the winter farming, the neighbors outside the mountain or three or five, or seven or eight people, in groups, carrying slender swords, drove in mightily, advancing one mountain after another, and the mountains they crossed, like locusts in transit, except for pine and fir trees, the firewood and grass on the ground were swept away, leaving only the withered yellow leaves and gray-brown land.

In the sixties and seventies, coal was in short supply, and there was nowhere to buy it if they had money, and many people could not afford to burn coal when they had it, so they could only burn firewood. There is no firewood outside the mountain, so you can only burn grass when you boil water for cooking. Straw, wheat straw, yellow flower stalks, and even the silk thatch on the roadside ridge will be cut off one after another. Still, often not enough for them to burn.

Straw thatch has little fire power and is not resistant to burning, so it cannot be compared with shrub firewood grass. However, firewood and grass are only available in the mountains of our mountainous areas, so every winter, as long as it is not snowing or raining, there are always men and women from outside the mountains who come into the mountains in droves to cut firewood. They set off from home at dawn, walking more than eighty or ninety miles near, and more than twenty or thirty miles far, often they can only enter the mountain at the time of our breakfast, and before and after lunch, they carry hundreds of pounds of bundled firewood down the mountain and return home. Lunch is mostly a few pieces of sweet potatoes or a lump of cold rice brought from home.

People outside the mountains have always looked down on the mountain people, and scolded us mountain people as "growing up in fog and dew" and "rushing guys". This hurts our self-esteem and makes us very annoyed. But whenever we see them walking so far one by one, getting up early and walking the way home with a load of firewood that is one or two times larger than their own body, we are very proud: You can't even burn firewood, you cowhide fart?

We jokingly call people outside the mountain going into the mountains to cut firewood as "devil sweeping". When they came, the nearby firewood and grass were swept away, and we were forced to go farther or steeper up the hill to cut firewood. We actually have a lot of criticism about their behavior.

But the education we received since childhood has made me generous and benevolent, of course, I will not deliberately make things difficult or embarrass these neighbors outside the mountains who are also working hard for life, unless they trespass on the "forbidden mountain" without permission.

The "forbidden mountain" is mostly forest slopes with many seedlings and economic forest land with patches of tung tea forests, which is strictly forbidden to be cut down. Only when the ban is lifted, we can go into the mountains to cut firewood, even in our own village. If someone enters the "forbidden mountain" to cut firewood, I am afraid that even the firewood knife will be confiscated.

I walked home leisurely, and bumped into the group of woodcutters head-on, the road was not wide, I avoided the side and gave them a turn.

There are at least 20 people in this group, both men and women. On the narrow paths, they could only march in a single column one after another, and the long He Gun (He Gun: Shi Hua, Long Fiber. A kind of fist-thick and pointed round long fiber pole, about eight feet long, the material is log or bamboo, is a special tool for carrying firewood and grass) is carried diagonally on the shoulder, as if talking about a certain topic, gossip is very lively.

One by one, they lined up to pass me, and suddenly, a foul smell came to my nose, and I glanced at three of them, three of whom looked normal, but I smelled death on them. I was taken aback, three dying people gathered together, I am afraid that something big is going to happen. It's just that I don't know where it's going to happen.

A group of people talked and laughed and went to the mountains, and I was stunned for a while before continuing to walk home.

I went into my yard with some heavy thoughts.

In the courtyard stood Zhou Limin, Zhou's father, who was tearing the skin of his brown coat with an iron palladium (iron claw) tied to a bench, and the brown ash that rose had accumulated a layer on his trouser legs, and a pile of steel wire-like brown silk and a pile of brown foam were piled on the ground. He is a palm craftsman, and when he has a few days of free time in the past few days, my mother asked him to help our family weave a coat and make a palm mat. My family's old clothes are so tattered that they can't cover the rain, and there is a lot of rain in the spring, sowing seeds and planting seedlings are indispensable, and the palm mat is for me to go to the town next year to study and board.

I went straight into my little room and sat on the edge of the bed, stunned.

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival night in leap August, I absorbed the moonlight, and then accidentally ate the blood of the chicken male snake, in the past few months, I have consciously made rapid progress, in addition to the amazing internal force that Uncle Liang said, I also have the ability to see and perceive.

Now I not only have excellent eyesight, I can see at night, but I also have another ability. As long as I concentrate and stare into other people's eyes, I can sense some thoughts in his heart, and the people I am staring at, if they look at me for a little longer, will have a desire to sleep, and I have tried Huang Shiren and a few others. I don't usually look at people right now. I don't know if it's a soul-stirring thing.

My senses are also very keen, as long as it is a living thing, I can feel it anywhere within a radius of about a foot from me. Especially for those demons and ghosts, I feel very strong, and I can smell a kind of death with the smell of corruption, and I can sense the special breath of those who are about to die.

I understand that these are skills, and they are the realm of magic cultivation that many people can't ask for in their lifetime. I was also very happy, but this perception of death made me feel very uncomfortable.

Zeng Xianjing, who was in his seventies, died in October. Three days before his death, I saw him chatting with Uncle Liang and Mr. Lao Shu in the brigade consignment store, and he looked red and full of energy at that time, but I smelled the rotten smell of him and sensed that he was about to die, and sure enough, he died on the third night. Died without illness and died suddenly.

Zeng Xianjing is a good man, and I like to listen to him talk about the past and the present. I knew that he was going to die and I couldn't do anything about it, and I didn't even dare to say it, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

Five days before the seventh team of November Chen Shanzhu died in childbirth, I went to the drunkard's house, saw her sitting at the door basking in the sun, and smiled at me from afar, but I smelled the rotten smell from her again, I told the drunkard, the drunkard shook his head and sighed, saying that he also saw the clues, and predicted that she would be very dangerous, he still said the old saying: medicine does not die of disease, and Buddha is destined to be a person. Life is the beginning of death, death is the end of life, no one can escape, only sooner or later.

In fact, I also know that life and death are natural laws, even plants and trees have prosperity and withering, and people in this world will die every day, which is not something that anyone can stop. But why should I be able to sense it in advance, and then sit back and watch them get closer to death? This made me unable to let go, and I was extremely depressed and helpless.

My sister came into the room and asked me to eat, probably because she was a little unhappy when she saw me, and asked me with concern, "What's wrong?" Is there something uncomfortable? ”

I gave her a blank look and said, "You're not feeling well!" ”

"Since Mo Shi, why are you hanging a face? It's like someone owes you eight hundred hangings. ”

I ignored her, stood up and walked out, and my sister whispered to me: "Bring Rhubarb and Xiaohuang back one day, I haven't seen it for a long time, have you grown up again?" ”

I turned around and whispered, "How do I know where they are?" They will come by themselves if they want to come, and they will not find it. Also, I warn you again, no one can say anything about this, just the two of us, not even my mother, otherwise they will never come again. Did you know? ”

My sister nodded, this is the secret of the two of us.

After seeing the baby weasel at Eagle Rock that time, I told my sister to keep it a secret. In order to satisfy her curiosity, I hid in the secret cave and made up a story about the poor little guy who was occasionally found fatherless and motherless, and then fed by me, and my sister believed it without any doubt.

I've always gone home every six or seven days to sleep for the night, because I don't want to have two little ones in the air every time, but I miss them a lot. Once two little ones came to the house at night and were playing with me, and my sister got up at night and found out, and came into my house to play. She loved their fluffy looks.

During the meal, Huang Shiren came, and then there was a mountain carving, Hu Hansan and Zeng Xiangkun came together. The school has a winter vacation, the weather is fine, and we have made an appointment to go up the mountain to chop wood together after dinner.

Of course, before going up the mountain to chop wood, it is essential to go to Uncle Liang's house to see the rock eagle together.