Introductory Wild Grave

(Three truths and seven false stories, three falsehoods and seven true lives.) After all, it's going to be an exam, so slow down the pace a little and the story lengthens a little)

Fifty years ago, Caimiao Village, Dajiang Town, Guangxi Province, Tongqian Bay.

"Third brother, if you have something, you can leave first, and I'll do the things here with your second brother. The ancestors will not blame. The oldest man straightened up and wiped his sweat, put the hoe aside, then picked up the kettle and unscrewed the lid and took a sip.

"Yes, if you have something to do, you can go first. Your big brother and I can finish it too. The other man chimed in.

"Hey, that's going to work. There are only three of us brothers in the family, how can there be one less person not to come to the tomb during the Qingming Festival. The young man said. After saying that, he picked up the hoe that the eldest brother put aside and began to weed. While hoeing, he said, "If you really want me to go back quickly, then hurry up." Qingming has a lot of letters these days, all of which are sent to the babies outside. ”

The young man was a postman. He is also the only postman in the entire village. He alone delivered all the letters in the village to the town's post office, and then sent them from the post office.

The eldest brother glanced at the third brother, pulled the clothes stuck to his chest to cool down, and then took the hoe in his hand: "Okay, good." As he spoke, he pointed to the black bag on the side: "You go and tear up the paper money." ”

"Why am I tearing it again?" The man asked, "It's too difficult to tear one by one, so can't you burn it directly?" ”

"You're a man with a job, and it's not good for you to hoe the ground with a hoe." The second brother said, "Tear it up quickly, you can send the letter early and come back sooner if you finish it early." ”

The man groaned, sat on the ground and reached for a thick wad of yellow paper money, then separated them one by one.

The man tore for a while, and found that there was a grave not far away. However, it seems that this tomb has not been taken care of for a long time, and there are weeds more than a person tall growing on both the head of the grave and the surrounding area. Even a tree as thick as a small arm grew on the top of the grave. If it weren't for the shape of those weeds, it would be hard to tell that there was a grave there.

"Brother, why is there a grave over there? I don't think I saw it before? The man said.

"Why not," the eldest brother paused and glanced at the tomb. "You didn't pay attention before."

"I don't think anyone has ever been to that grave." The second brother said. After speaking, he shook his head and sighed: "I don't know which family this is, and no one has come to see it for so many years." ”

When the man heard the second brother say this, he looked at the tomb again. Then he took the scythe on one side and stood up and walked towards the tomb.

"What are you doing, third child?" The eldest brother asked.

"Anyway, it's also a neighbor, help him get clean." The man said. With that, the man walked over to the grave and began to cut the grass on it.

After roughly clearing the weeds on the grave, the whole shape of the grave came out. The man walked to the grave and wanted to see the name on the tombstone to see whose family it was. only to find that the tombstone of this tomb turned out to be only a stone the size of a basin.

Wild graves? The man was stunned for a moment.

The wild grave is buried here, and the people who are buried in it don't know which family it belongs to. When he died, others didn't know how to erect a monument for him, so they planted a stone on the grave and used it as a tombstone.

"Wild grave." The man said something to himself, and then went to get a small pile of paper money back, and held a small handful of soil to press the paper money in front of the stone tombstone. Then he walked around the tomb twice, and in reverse. Finally, he picked up a hoe and dug up a whole piece of mud in the field next to him, carried it back, and pressed it on top of the grave. When he had done this, the man looked at the piece of soil, then took his sickle and went to the side to cut a piece of bamboo, and came back and stuck it in the soil.

"Look at you so pitiful, give you a bamboo." The man said.

The number of bamboos inserted means that there are several brothers in the family of this tomb. (Brothers, not sisters)

After the bamboo was also inserted, the grave on the eldest brother's side was also cleaned up. After running out of paper money, the three brothers stood side by side in front of the grave and bowed a few times, then put away their things and began to walk back.

The grave on which the three brothers went up was on a mound on the side of the road. Originally, roads had to be built in the town, and many graves had to be moved. The unclaimed grave was bulldozed at that time. But the grave in the family of the three brothers is lucky. The route planned by the highway just brushes the side. If the road is two or three meters wider, then the grave in the family will also be forced to move.

The man's Wuyang bicycle was parked on the side of the road. On the back seat of the car hung two large bags on the left and right sides of the car, which contained a lot of letters. It's all sent out by the people in the village. Of course, the man sometimes helped the old postman in the next village deliver a letter. That old postman has been working for almost his whole life, and his legs are bad, and he can't even get on his bike.

When the eldest brother saw the man just parking his bicycle on the side of the road, he frowned and asked him, "Why do you park the car on the side of the road?" What if someone steals it? ”

The man smiled: "It's all from the same village, who will steal it." ”

The second brother also echoed beside him: "Yes, yes, it's all from the same village." But you also have to pay attention to the third child, there are a bit of ghosts in the village, if you take the letter away, it will be a bad thing. ”

The man answered, handed the hoe on his shoulder to the second brother, said hello, got on the car and began to rush to the town.

"Third child, slow down!" The eldest brother shouted from behind.

"Got it!" The third grabbed the front of the car with one hand, and waved one hand behind him: "You go home and eat first, don't wait for me!" After saying that, he turned a corner and the man disappeared.

The eldest brother smiled bitterly: "Hmph, the third child is so popular, the young son is okay." (How to do it)"

The second brother also looked at the corner that the man had just turned: "It's time to find a wife to take care of him." After speaking, he seemed to think of something, and turned to look at the eldest brother: "Boss, doesn't my sister-in-law still have a little sister?" ”

"Yes, I'll call her over for dinner when I'm free one day." The eldest brother also laughed: "It's really time to help the third child find a woman." After speaking, he threw the bag in his hand to his shoulder: "Let's go, go home." Grandma was waiting for us to eat. ”

The second brother answered and followed the eldest brother to the house.

Let's talk about men.

There are twenty or thirty miles from the village to the town.

By the time the man came out of the post office, it was dark.

"Go home for dinner." The man looked up at the sky, took a flashlight from the bag in the back of the car, turned it on, and began to rush home.

At that time, there were still very few cars. Even bicycles are particularly luxurious, and if anyone had a bicycle, it would be enough to brag about it in the village or even in the town for years.

The letters were missing from the back seat, and the whole car was much lighter. In addition, there are no cars on the highway at all, so the man gets up very fast this way. Kicking up the pedals on both legs is like stepping on Hot Wheels.

When he passed by the grave where Daytime and the eldest and second child had gone up, the man slowed down.

It's not like that's happening. It's just that in the eyes of men, it is not good to pass by their own grave at such a fast speed.

The man raised his flashlight as he passed by his grave, and then casually shone it on the wild grave during the day. But when the flashlight shone on the wild grave, the man noticed something different.

This wild tomb seems to be different from what I saw during the day.