The red star shines brightly,

The red star warms the heart,

The red star is the heart of our workers and peasants,

The glory of the party shines on all generations,

The red star is the heart of our workers and peasants,

The glory of the party shines on all generations,

In the long night, the red star flashes to drive away the darkness,

In the cold winter, the red star is shining to welcome spring,

In the struggle, the red star flashed and pointed in the direction,

On the journey, the red star shines and opens the way

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Several little girls were playing the game of "throwing handkerchiefs" around a small circle in the sun-valley flat, and the little girl who was caught was singing the "Red Star Song". Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There are three or four older ones playing "kicking the field" next to the info, and there are friends playing "tiger and sheep" under the old apricot tree at the entrance of the village, giggling and shouting, I have no intention of playing, with the fear of the dark night after dark, hoping that Yang Shigong will come soon.

By this time, the sun had set, and the smoke of cooking was wafting over the mountain village, and the air was filled with the smell of burning firewood and grass. My mother was cooking on the stove, and the burning cedar leaves were crackling, as if she was setting off a low-quality firecracker. I sat on the threshold, listening to the childish and melodious singing, and looked at the huge white characters of the "Agricultural Science Competition" piled up with white flint on the opposite mountainside, and I was stunned.

At noon, Master Yang brought a message saying that he would arrive before dark. He also said that my problem is not very big, don't worry, he can solve it by doing a Dharma service. He asked his father to call three or five male laborers to help, and his mother had to prepare two tables of food, one vegetarian and one meat.

Seeing that dusk was already approaching, I was worried about whether Master Yang would come tonight.

Master Yang came.

He was of a single figure, wearing a rare old-fashioned blue-colored cotton gown with large shoulders, a black cloth belt tied around his waist, a poor head, gray hair, and a pair of sharp eagle-like eyes under his thick eyebrows. On his shoulders he carried a thick, oily, scarred hawthorn tree cane, and on the cane was a yellow, washed and whitish-washed bag, which was printed with the words "Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge" and the bridge pattern.

Because he came from behind the village, he didn't have to go through the entrance of the village, and when he turned out from under the wall of Zeng Chenggong's house with the slogan "Make up your mind, not afraid of sacrifice, overcome all difficulties, and strive for victory", he was less than ten feet away from my house. I hurriedly reminded my mother, who was burning the fire:

"Mother, Master Yang is here."

My mother hurriedly threw the tongs, stood up and crossed the threshold, stood in front of the stairs and greeted me with a smile, glared at me at the same time, and whispered:

"It's so big, it's going to be called Daddy Yang."

I muttered under my breath:

"My voice is small, and he can't hear it."

My mother ignored me and was about to say hello, but Master Yang stopped and ignored my mother.

I saw him take out a crooked horn from his bag, put it to his mouth, and blew three long notes in a row. He stood still on the stone steps in front of my house, looked up to identify the direction, bent his left hand, chanted words in his mouth, his thumb quickly clicked on the other four fingers, and his right hand felt a sharp angle hexagram from his body and threw it to the ground in front of him. I saw him bend down quickly, pick it up and put it in his pocket, and then look up at us.

Mother greeted with a smile:

"Uncle Yang is here, come into the house and sit."

Master Yang smiled and said Come, his eyes turned to me and said:

"It's called Xianghong, right? Eight or nine? “

"Where are you eight or nine years old? I turned ten years old early, and I didn't eat for long. Cat got your tongue? Tell Daddy Yang to sit in the house."

Mother said as she stepped into the house.

I was a little embarrassed and a little afraid, so I lowered my head and called "Daddy Yang". Master Yang stretched out his palm with thick knuckles, rubbed it on the top of my head, straightened my head and looked at it:

"It's called Monkey, isn't it? Well, it's kind of like that. The yang fire is a little low, no wonder you are entangled by that thing, but it doesn't matter, after I help you get it, I'll keep you fine. As he spoke, he reached out and patted my little shoulder, and when he saw me pouting his shoulders and crooked mouth, he continued: "But this little body is a little weak, you have to eat fast and grow fast, and you will have some success in the future, you are stronger than the gang of ghost cubs outside." “

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the entrance of the village, turned to his mother, and said:

"Where is your family prosperous? When did he come back? “

Prosperity is my father's name. The mother replied, "He, he has been back for more than half a month, and he has just called someone according to your instructions, and he should be back soon." “

"How long does he have to come back this time?"

"It's not been a month yet. He only has one month of home leave every year, and this time he took it off, and he won't come back for the New Year. “

My father is a coal miner, and my mother takes my siblings and my siblings to work in the old family. Father is on vacation at home.

While speaking, his father came back, followed by Liu Laoman, the captain of the team, and behind Liu Laoman was Zeng Qinghu of the third team. Several people greeted Yang Shigong from afar, and his father was busy handing cigarettes and pouring water, and finally said to Yang Shigong:

"Wait until it will be successful, he is afraid that the impact will not be good, and it will be delayed. Said I hadn't had a drink with you for a long time, and I had to have a few drinks tonight. “

The neighbor Zeng Chenggong is the captain, the cadre, of course, you have to pay attention to the impact. Zeng Qinghu said disdainfully: "What is the bad effect? Uncle Yang's horns blow, who in the village doesn't know what to do? The mountain is high and the emperor is far away, as long as they are cadres who don't wear their intestines and rotten stomachs, who of us ordinary people will be full of things to chew their tongues? “

"That is, what if the Commune knows? Who would dare to arrest Uncle Yang? Liu Laoman echoed.

Master Yang laughed and said, "Don't brag, my old man is terrible." It's been a few days since I've drunk with the Burning Ghost, and I'm afraid the wine jar of the prosperous family will end out tonight......"

Everyone laughed together.

I looked at Master Yang who was smiling with admiration.

In our area, there are very few people who come to provoke him. No matter how tight the exercise is, people from all over the neighborhood will secretly come to invite him from time to time. In our Xinghua Village, he is one of the people with skills, who can punch and kick, use spells, go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire (go up the knife ladder and step on the fire), hand the red-hot fire tongs, and fish out copper coins from the boiling oil pot with his bare hands. That's a great feat.

I heard the old people say that in the 37th year of the Republic of China, he did things in the village and set off flames, went up the knife mountain and went down to the sea of fire, these are all performed in public, and he is really true. It is said that these skills are nothing to him, and his greatest ability is to catch ghosts and subdue demons. Of course, these things are feudal superstitions and belong to the object of the dictatorship of the people.

After liberation, the government advocated "breaking the four old and establishing a new style". Political movements one after another. Especially at the beginning of the Cultural Revolution, many people were unlucky. Like Zeng Qingping, the old scholar of the fifth team, there are only some ancient books and paintings in his family, and they were all pulled out by the Red Guards and militia of the commune to fight.

But no one dared to mess with Master Yang, and he was safe and sound.

In fact, it's not that no one messes with him, because two things happened that stifled some people's ideas in the cradle.

One thing happened in five or eight years when the reservoir was being repaired.

After the liberation, the government broke the old and established the new, and the monks and Taoists returned to the customs. Yang Shigong became a farmer in the division of land and became a member of the People's Commune. In the past, the kind of gods and witches who went to the countryside and went to the countryside belonged to the feudal four olds, and they were the objects of dictatorship that were not allowed by the new society. He rarely goes out, occasionally someone comes to invite him, and he doesn't dare to swagger as blatantly as in the old days, so he can only act secretly and privately.

Overhauling water conservancy and carrying out farmland infrastructure construction on a large scale was the national policy at that time. The construction of reservoirs is a major project for the benefit of the country and the people, and every household must contribute to the work. Yang Shigong also went to the construction site. At that time, he was already in his fifties, and because of his fame, the neighbors who were part of the country were not convinced. picked up a group of young people and called out many times, but Master Yang ignored them.

Taking advantage of a rainy day to stop work, a group of people suddenly had a hard time in the shed. Ten young and strong laborers were stunned and couldn't hold down Yang Shigong, who was lying on the ground to rest, and they were all slightly injured under Yang Shigong's counterattack. Apparently this is a mercy on the part of his men. At that time, several of those ten people were still from our village, including Zeng Qinghu and Liu Laoman. At that time, they were all strong laborers in their twenties, and they had the strength of a handful. After this incident, everyone was convinced. It is said that he is strong in martial arts, except for Zeng Fanliang, Fang Yuan may not have an opponent.

The other thing has to do with superstition.

During the Cultural Revolution, the secretary of our commune was a demobilized soldier named Li Xiancai, who was in his thirties, tall and tall, who had participated in the "War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea", and was a staunch proletarian revolutionary who did not believe in ghosts or gods. After hearing about Yang Shigong's incident, he decided to catch a "typical". He took a platoon of basic militia from the commune, loaded with guns and ammunition, and under the leadership of Zeng Chenggong, the commander of the militia battalion of the brigade at that time, he went straight to the eighth production team of Zhangmuling, preparing to arrest Yang Shigong and go to the commune to hold a criticism meeting.

Secretary Li and his entourage came to our village in the evening (it was called the brigade at that time). I stayed in the team headquarters until it was dark before I set off, and by the time I got to the eighth production team, it was already full of stars.

Most of the villagers who had been tired for a day had already fallen asleep and gone to see the king of Wutai. I don't know if it was a leak or a coincidence, anyway, Master Yang was not at home. After tossing and turning, he had to collect his troops and return to the dynasty in defeat.

Strange things happened on the way back.

It is about four miles from the eighth team back to the brigade headquarters, and it is necessary to cross Longyan Ridge. In the ravine on the other side of Longyan Ridge, more than a dozen people got lost.

At that time, a group of more than a dozen of them, with two flashlights with insufficient batteries, and two fir bark torches, were successfully led by Zeng Chenggong, who was familiar with the road, but they were lost.

According to Zeng Chenggong later, they could hear the barking of dogs in the distance and see the faint lights, but they couldn't get out. Turning around and going back to the same place. It wasn't until after midnight that the angry Secretary Li grabbed Zeng Chenggong's submachine gun and fired a shuttle of bullets indiscriminately, so frightened that Liu Yingguo, the secretary of the brigade who had been waiting at the brigade headquarters, turned pale, and hurriedly rushed over with a few militiamen to light torches, which rescued them.

It's not over yet.

When he returned to the commune the next day, Secretary Li fell ill. He has a high fever and talks nonsense, sometimes talking about ghosts, sometimes talking about gods, and sometimes waking up and sleeping. The commune health center was helpless, so he was sent to the county people's hospital, and he was discharged home in a week.

Although Secretary Li's illness was cured, he was in a big circle. After returning home, the eggplant-like appearance that has been frosted, and the listlessness that has been sick. And I always have nightmares when I sleep at night, and I have rested at home for more than ten days without improvement. After his mother, who was in her sixties, learned about the situation, she personally rushed to Zhangmuling from her neighboring township of more than 40 miles, apologized, said all the good things, and begged Master Yang to help take a look.

Yang Shigong went, the process is unknown, and Yang Shigong is very secretive about this matter. In short, Secretary Li's illness was cured, and he returned to work in the commune a few days later. It's just that since then, there has been no mention of arresting and criticizing Yang Shigong.

Since then, no one has ever gone to find Master Yang's ballast.

Just like now, it doesn't hurt for Yang Shigong to openly blow the horns of the cow to "cure me and catch ghosts". One is that our Xinghua Village is located in a remote area, five or six miles away from the nearest brigade next door, eight or nine miles away from the commune, and even farther away from the district town, more than twenty miles. If there is anything going on in the village, as long as no one says it, there is no way for the outside world to know.

Yang Shigong is an authentic person from this village, this is his "base", no one can't get along with him, not to mention that after the incident, he is not afraid of being known by the outside, and he did not seize the scene without evidence, how can he Yang Shigong be a character who is easy to handle?

In which era, dare to be so blatant, within a radius of dozens of miles, except for Yang Shigong, there is no one else.