My name is Zhang Shida, and when I was young, everyone called me Xiao Dazi.

My ancestors, counting up to eight generations, were all poor peasants.

In my generation, it was even more destitute.

As for me, if you want to be cultured or uneducated, if you want craftsmanship or craftsmanship, on weekdays, I just do odd jobs, and occasionally follow the construction site to gangster.

Although life is not moist, it is not to the point where I can't afford to eat.

At the age of thirty-eight, I finally married my daughter-in-law, and although I was a widow, I was content.

After I got married, my stress doubled.

In the past, I was fed by one person, and the whole family was not hungry.

Now, I have to raise a daughter-in-law, and even more so a future child.

Doing odd jobs here and there is no reality for me.

My wife is very virtuous, she understands the pain in my heart, and she also understands my pressure.

Therefore, she never complained to me about anything, nor did she ask for this or that.

The more she was like this, the more uncomfortable I felt and I always felt sorry for her.

At that time, it was the mid-90s, and the domestic economy was thriving due to reform and opening up.

People's living standards have also gradually improved.

I saw that the work of pulling my feet on a motorcycle had a promising future, so I borrowed a lot of money from relatives, friends, and neighbors to buy a second-hand motorcycle.

After that, I came in the wind and went in the rain every day.

Although it was a bit hard, the income was considerable, much better than my odd job.

In this way, time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was ninety-six years.

I vaguely remember that it was a cloudy day, and the air was very hot.

Motorcycles are no better than taxis, and when the weather is bad, there is hardly much business.

I didn't pick up a few guests all morning.

When I was bored, I parked my motorcycle and saw the other motorcyclists gathered in groups, and I also got on it.

"Brothers, which girl are you talking about?"

With a cigarette in my mouth, I walked over to them.

For more than a year, my relationship with these people is quite good, so there are no taboos in words.

"Oh, it's Xiao Dazi, look at this, don't you know, we have a pervert in Yichang" The people here belong to Lao Gao and have the best relationship with me.

When he saw me coming, he waved his hand and handed over the newspaper in his hand.

I took the newspaper and glanced at it casually, only to see a row of large letters on the front page: The daughter of a wealthy merchant was brutally killed, and the murderous prisoner was finally caught.

Underneath it, there are dense small print, accompanied by photos of a man and a woman.

These two people are Yang Guofeng and Xiao Qianyun.

After I read those contents, for a while, I just felt a little sick to my stomach.

"It's really anyone's place, human meat barbecue, this bastard can come up with it" I couldn't help but scold.

"Hey, it's a pity for this girl, she died at a young age, if you want me to say, this Yang Guofeng is really in the blessing and doesn't know the blessing, marrying such a rich wife, he is not satisfied, if it were me, it would be too late to offer Xiao Qianyun as an ancestor!" Lao Gao sighed, and his words were a little sour.

"But come on, you don't pee and take care of yourself, just your virtue, can Miss Xiao take a fancy to you?"

I laughed and scolded, and said in my heart that this old man is really a toad who wants to eat swan meat.

"I can't think about it......" Lao Gao gave me an angry look and snatched the newspaper back from my hand.

"By the way, have you heard, today, it seems to be the day when Xiao Qianyun was buried" At this time, a brother said in a low voice.

"What does her burial have to do with us?" Lao Gao muttered.

"You, this life is hopeless, and you don't want to think about it, with Xiao Qianyun's family, can there be fewer funeral goods? Oh no, there's still a baby! ”

"What if you have a treasure, you can still dig up someone's grave and get it? I can stop working, what do I want to do with those useless things" Lao Gao saw that he looked down on himself, and he was a little reluctant, and at this moment, when he heard her words, he immediately sneered.

"Baby, the capable live in it, she Xiao Qianyun is dead, what do you want these babies to do, it's better to take them out and benefit us poor people"

"You're really poor and crazy, you think about this pie in the sky, if you really have the guts, go get it, don't be lewd here" Lao Gao glanced at him with disdain.

"I want to take it, but I don't know where her grave is" The brother was not to be outdone, and the words were released, if he was soft, it would be too embarrassing.

"Talking about this in public, I want to die!"

Misfortune comes out of the mouth, maybe it is a truth, as soon as the brother's words came out, the people around him immediately cast strange glances at him.

Seeing this, I glared at him and told him not to talk nonsense.

"I ......" the brother blushed and didn't say anything for a long time.

It can be seen that what he said just now was a bluff.

"Stealing graves and digging graves is detrimental to yin morality, if you don't want to have a child without asshole, it's best not to do this kind of thing, besides, this kind of behavior is also illegal, think about it"

Although it was awkward, Lao Gao still has a good heart.

He didn't want that brother to go the wrong way, so he immediately said something to him seriously.

The brother didn't speak, a face, cloudy, I don't know what I'm thinking.

Seeing this, Lao Gao shook his head and pulled me aside.

In the afternoon, the sky cleared up and I got busy.

I don't know what day it was, there were a lot of people taking taxis.

It stands to reason that as soon as it gets dark, it's time for me to call it a day.

But that day, I finished carrying one after another.

By the time I was free, it was almost nine o'clock.

In order not to worry his wife, after carrying the last guest, he increased the accelerator and drove towards his home.

My home was in the countryside, and at that time, when I was out of the city, there were basically no street lights.

Looking at the dark road, although the lights were on, I was alone after all, driving on the silent path, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Especially when I made a lot of money that day, at night, for fear of someone robbing.

I was nervous, and I didn't know how long I had been driving, when suddenly, the motorcycle stopped without warning.

This change was something I never expected.

I didn't think about it, and quickly hit the brakes.

After I stopped, I was a little frightened.

But I didn't dare to delay, and quickly tried to make a fire.

But to my surprise, there was gas in the tank, but the motorcycle never caught fire.

I was a little annoyed, and I thought, could it be that the electric screen is out of power?

With a frown, I got out of the car, crouched down, and checked it out.

But at the moment when I squatted down, in the dark, there was a hand that was coldly on my shoulder.

I was so shocked that I almost fell there with the car.

"Who!"

I shuddered and yelled.