Li Erye experienced the change of three dynasties in Hongcun, from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, and from the Republic of China to New China. When the spring breeze of socialism blew here, it became the main theme of that era to unite all revolutionary forces to actively devote themselves to the construction of New China.

With the expansion of cultivated land and the beginning of the flattening movement, more and more people in the village found that there were strange things under the soil of Hongcun, and those bottles and jars that could be used were taken home by the old women to wash and use, and the unusable ones were re-leveled together with the land.

For this nation that has just experienced the baptism of the Warring States, what is the great thing about the dead? The bones that had been dug up were transported in bamboo baskets and carried by wheelbarrow to the ravine for burial, and the large tombs with sealed soil became fewer and fewer, until they all disappeared. Later, there were almost no tombs that could be seen on the surface of Hongcun, and as for the thousand-year-old tombs buried deep in the ground, only those "knowledgeable" people like Li Lao Er could find them.

I don't know which one found that a "lump" was dug out at a depth of a few meters underground, and it happened to coincide with that movement, so "Hongcun" broke out again, and each production team was keen to carry a hoe and shovel to dig soil and make holes, after all, in that era, the sense of collective honor was above all else.

The secretary of the brigade even shouted after seeing those "iron lumps" that Hongcun's steel output can be supplied to the whole country!

The originally barren mountain is even more desolate at the moment, and even that hillside can't be saved, so the secret that Li Erye has guarded for decades can't be hidden.

Although he had tried to stop it, but there was nothing he could do, he said, it would be the murder that would be involved, and if he didn't say it, it was very likely that the whole village would suffer. He could only observe, dodge, watch those stone men and stone horses being pushed down one by one, those things that were thousands of years old underground being pulled out one by one, and he didn't know if socialist atheism played a role, at least for a while, the village was quite peaceful.

People found that the bigger the "iron lump", the deeper the hidden, in the encouragement of various slogans to catch up with the Premier League, people are like playing chicken blood to dig holes, and finally someone remembered that this kind of brute force alone is not cost-effective, you have to use your brain.

So, they remembered Second Master Li, the old man who knew Feng Shui, he should know where there was a grave. So the secretary of the brigade personally went to the door to ask for advice, and he didn't care whether it was feudal superstition or not, as long as he could produce iron and steel, as long as he could make political achievements, he could boast to the outside commune that there was a geological expert in his village.

Second Master Li, there is no choice, he knows that if he doesn't do something, the people of this village will dig up that thunder sooner or later. So he let the thunder explode on it, so it was better to go and drain the thunder himself.

He took four or five young men around the hill, but he didn't go to the little hillside, and occasionally made a few small nests to make errands, and he thought, and in a few days he would report to the village: everything under this has been dug up almost completely, and don't think about it again in the future.

can be calculated by thousands of calculations, and there will always be times when there is a leak, no matter how much Li Erye calculates, he would never have thought that the nest would still explode after all......

At that time, a foreigner came to the village, a middle-aged man who was thin and tall, dressed in tatters, with a wine gourd pinned to his waist, and was drunk all day.

He neither entered the village nor disturbed the people, and at first the big guys thought that he had come from to ask for food. After all, in the three years when the famine was at its worst, people in many places left their homes just to beg for food, and people were already surprised.

But this person is a little different from other people who ask for food, he doesn't go to other people's houses to beg, and second, he doesn't want you to give him food, so he falls asleep under the archway at the entrance of the village. The man had messy hair, a broken bag hanging from his chest, embroidered with gossip diagrams, and a long sword behind him, and would go to the town's supply and marketing cooperatives every day to drink.

In 1960, when the three-year natural disaster reached its peak, there was a shortage of food all over the country, and the wine was made from grain, so there is no need to describe how scarce it was. At that time, food stamps were required for eating, smoking was required for cigarette stamps, alcohol stamps were required for drinking, and match stamps were required even for a penny to buy a box of matches.

Wine stamps, that was a rare object, even if it was an ordinary cadre at that time, it was not something that could be drunk if they wanted to, and many rural people used harvested corn stalks to make shochu, which was quite rare at that time.

But it's such a sloppy guy who asks for food, he goes to the town on time every day to drink, and after drinking, he staggers into the state-run restaurant and then sells money and tickets, and asks the store for cooked food such as roast chicken and duck. After everything was ready, the guy staggered again and rushed to Hongcun while drinking.

Within a few days, everyone knew that there was such a strange person in Hong Village, and the head of the village sent people to investigate more than once, but they didn't pay attention to it at all, and some people made an idea to the team secretary and said: If you are so arrogant, maybe it is a spy or something to sabotage.

When the secretary of this brigade heard this, he was reasonable! It's worth it, our village's steel production is in full swing, you can sabotage, pull a group of militia and get ready to go

Forcibly kidnapping people. But at this time, some people said: Those who can drink wine and eat meat every day are definitely not ordinary people, what if they are sent by the above to inspect our work and deliberately disguise themselves like this to test us?

When this secretary heard this, he seemed to have a little reason, which spy dared to shine in and out of the supply and marketing cooperatives and hotels so swaggeringly?

This is not good, that is not good, he thought that he had to report the matter to his superiors as soon as possible. A few days later, a mysterious telegram was sent to the village office, and after a while, the secretary of the brigade rushed out of the office in a cold sweat and ran to the entrance of the village, until he was sure that the "madman" was still there, and finally took a breath and said: "It's okay, it's still there." Then he lowered his head and asked the man: "Big brother, don't blame me, I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, and there is a vacant room in the village, so I will immediately send someone to vacate one for you." ”

The "madman" brushed his hair away from his face, looked at the secretary of the brigade who looked flattering to him, picked up the gourd, poured a mouthful of wine, showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and muttered: "Neurotic! Then he went to take care of himself again.

This mad Taoist priest and the people in the village lived in peace, and occasionally a child was greedy, and the bold one went to ask him for meat, and the madman also gave it.

Some of the branch secretaries took care of him, and the local scoundrels didn't dare to look for him to be happy. In this way, the "madman" lived in Hong Village, but he did not go to live in the mansion arranged for him by the brigade secretary, but a cowshed, and he lived with those cows, and still drank wine and ate meat during the day, and no one knew where he got the money, and even the brigade secretary did not know who he was, because the telegram only had four words written: Don't slack off! And the red poke printed under those four words has already made people like the brigade secretary feel that the sky is dark, and it is a place that he will never dare to imagine in his life.

This day is the first day of the lunar calendar, Li Lao Er carried the sacrifices to the village head archway as usual, that year was really not full, so Li Lao Er's sacrifices were also a little shabby:

A half-gnawed coarse noodle nest with mold, a plate of wild vegetables without oil stars, and an egg, which he stole from the collective farm of the production team, if caught, could be given the charge of "digging the corner of socialism" and probably sent to the public security bureau.

The means of production of the whole society are very tight, and the ingots and paper money are much less than usual, crumpled and placed in baskets. Li Lao Er was a little apprehensive in his heart, the red line on his body has been getting deeper and deeper recently, and it no longer fades after putting sacrifices like before, but it is a bit more and more powerful, he knows that this is because others are beginning to be dissatisfied with him, but he really can't help it. Last night, his dead ghost brother gave himself a dream again, saying that the people below tortured him every day, so Li Lao Er turned his heart to steal the eggs.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, there was no moonlight in the dark sky, and Li Lao Er was holding a kerosene lamp in one hand and a basket in the other. He walked cautiously at every step, for fear of being seen, and if the egg was discovered, he would have to shed a layer of skin if he was not killed. His chest had begun to hurt more and more, and the line had faintly shown signs of thickening, and before long, the single clothes were worn against the skin on his body, and his heart ached.

When he arrived at the old position, under the archway at the head of the village, Li Lao Er looked around a few times, and after making sure that there was no one, he began to take out all the vegetable bowls. He knelt on the ground reverently, put the incense, candles, paper and money on the table one by one, kowtowed to the archway, remembering that he hadn't eaten for two days, Li Lao Er looked at his old bark-like hand with tears in his eyes and sighed: "Don't force me, the living are about to starve to death, and I only have so much left." ”

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew, and with a "bang", the bowl containing the steamed buns that had been cracked was blown over, and it was completely shattered at this moment......