But the time is long, she can't stand it, after all, a few round trips a day is also a lot of distances, once I was too lazy to go, so I took a shortcut through the forest in the mountains, I was worried for fear of meeting some bad people but I didn't think that the road would be smooth sailing, and it would be extraordinarily dissipated.

With the psychology of luck, grandma walked twice again, and there was no problem as before, and now grandma was happy, and recognized this shortcut, not to mention the short time, and saved a lot of trouble to go back and forth between the two places.

It is said that one day, the grandmother walking on the road suddenly met an old lady, the old lady was a little thin, but dressed very decently, when she saw her, she was riding a snow-white white donkey on the trail swaying forward.

The donkey looked very beautiful, but it didn't go fast, and the grandmother walked on the road with a basket, just on the same level as him, because the path was very remote, and the old man couldn't see anyone, and it was rare to meet the grandmother of the companion and talk to her, but the old lady was so awesome, and squinted her eyes to see that the grandmother didn't care at all.

Grandma was very angry and angry, and it was not easy to have a burst of depression, so the two of them walked side by side, and no one cared about anyone.

But as soon as the grandmother overtook the white donkey, the old lady would be very unhappy and urge the donkey to hurry up, and as soon as the grandmother fell behind, the old lady shook her head triumphantly.

Grandma is also young, how can she admit defeat lightly when she sees this situation, and now she will compete with the donkey, and she will go faster and faster, and finally she will run and leave the donkey behind her, and then go home happily.

When I got home, my grandmother told my grandfather about it while I was eating, and my grandfather didn't care about it, but no one had ever seen this white-haired donkey, and he was very curious.

After a few days, the grandmother could meet the old lady riding the white donkey, and they still didn't say a word, and continued to compete on the not very wide path, but this time it was different, and the white donkey ran fast for a few days, and she threw the grandmother out of the way.

The old lady ran over, very excited, and after running awesomely, she had to turn the donkey's head and turn back, and Grandma Yu Pingping urged the white donkey to catch up again.

After going back and forth, my grandmother quit, and the next day I borrowed a black donkey from my grandfather's house, and I had to compete with her.

Grandma was also a heroine when she was young, and no one could stop her little temper, not to mention, she sat on a donkey and ran around alone, and she was really worthy of her grandfather's careful cultivation of her.

Soon the old lady riding the white donkey couldn't parry, and was thrown out of the distance by the donkey raised by the third grandfather. But donkeys are not like horses, no matter how fast they can go, just like that, it didn't take long for the two of them to run and be indistinguishable again.

Running and running, passing by a fork in the road, they happened to meet an old man in the village who was picking up dung with a basket.

The old man, holding a fork for collecting dung, had just come up from the fork in the road, and he did not forget to work while pulling the grass to see if there were any mushrooms. Hearing the sound of the donkey's hooves, he quickly raised his head, and his eyelids lifted to see the grandmother who was whipping the donkey, and behind the grandmother, there was something behind her.

The old man is not young, a little presbyopia, and he didn't see it clearly at the time, and when they ran in and rubbed his eyes, he looked again, oh my God, how can there be an old lady riding a white donkey behind grandma, and grandma is running a yellow skin riding a big white rabbit screaming!

The yellow-skinned man was running with his slender body and two rabbit ears, and in his hurry, he didn't see when the old man had come out of the fork.

When the old man saw this, he knew that his grandmother was fascinated by this yellow skin, and he didn't have time to think about it in a hurry, so he picked up the steel fork in his hand and threw it in the direction of the yellow skin.

This time did not hit the yellow skin, but the big rabbit was startled, with a crisp sound of the iron fork into the ground, the big white rabbit hurriedly turned around, but just ran too fast, unable to stop, this hurry actually came a "rabbit lost front hooves", after a random roll, the two demon beasts pulled their legs and ran, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

This incident frightened the grandmother, and when she returned home, she did not dare to come out of the house for several days, but the yellow skin neither came to the door nor harmed the old man who was scavenging, and after a long time, the matter passed.

It wasn't until many years later, when my father was born, that the old lady Huang riding a white donkey showed her clues in another forest.

However, at that time, she no longer raced with people, and the white donkey she rode had become a gray "dwarf mule".

This old lady never cared about people, nor did she care about other people's strange eyes, she was alone, shaking her head there and singing while walking: "That day I was walking a horse on the beach, and suddenly a five-strand steel fork flew in."

Every time I talk about this, my grandmother has to learn two sentences in the tone of the two people.

When I think about the appearance of the yellow skin pulling the rabbit ears on the avenue, I feel funny, plus the habit of walking and singing over there, I am an old naughty boy who likes to tease.

However, this was a long, long time ago, and there is no way to find out whether it is true or not, and the only yellow skin I know who doesn't bully people is it.

In comparison, the skin that the old Tao talked about is not so cute.

When he met that, it was a rather fierce old monster, and he didn't blame her for being angry, no one was comfortable with this matter.

It happened two years before I was born, when the famine was long gone.

Lao Dao said that less than a hundred miles away from our side, there was a farmer who happened to meet him last time.

Coincidentally, the owner of the farmer's family is surnamed Zhang, in order to distinguish him from Zhang Dakui, who poured blood mold, let's call him Lao Zhang Touer for the time being.

Lao Zhangtou said that his family has lived at the foot of the mountain for generations, and the lifestyle of ordinary people at that time was to rely on the mountains to eat the mountains and rely on the water to draft water, and the old Zhang family was no exception.

Now that there are fewer forests, this kind of thing sounds very mysterious, but going back twenty or thirty years, there are still many such people in the old Northeast.

This old Zhang Touer is not rich, and he was hungry and full in the past, but in the past few years, the family can have a full meal thanks to the few hens raised by his wife.