The house is dilapidated and the house is as cold as an ice cellar. Fugui sat slumped by the door, stunned.

The old sow came out of the house with a hum, it was full, and half a pocket of dried sweet potatoes made him a tooth sacrifice, and the cornmeal became its fried noodles. Fugui kicked it hard, and it ran away with a scream.

The old ox in the bullpen was so hungry that he went in and out, and Fugui collected two sieves of forage for him. It seems that his madness has passed and he has regained his senses. He felt hungry, rummaged around the house, didn't find anything to eat, and saw an old hen perched on the jujube tree, he picked up a machete and cut off the head of the jujube tree with a few clicks, which frightened the old hens and flew around. He grabbed an old hen and cut off the head of the chicken, and even pulled and peeled it, and the feathers flew around, but it was clean, and the chicken went into the pot, lit the fire, and he stuffed a big log into the stove and went to drink.

In the dealership, the fat man didn't dare to mess with him, what did he want, he took a bottle of wine and a cigarette, didn't say anything, turned his head and left, the fat man watched, didn't dare to say anything, saw that he went away and scolded him a few words, and wrote down the account to him angrily.

Back at home, Fugui sat in the stove, and the house was already filled with the smell of chickens. He tore off a chicken leg and gnawed on it, and then bit the cap of the wine bottle and drank it, two chicken legs entered his stomach, and half a bottle of wine went down, and as soon as he tilted his head, a thunderous snoring sound.

Cheng Letian hid in the reeds at the edge of the village, and only dared to come out when it was dark. I was really hungry, so I secretly came to my mother's side. That Qiaojin happened to meet the lame man, he left in a hurry, and he didn't hear what the cripple was scolding.

When he came to his mother, his mother scolded him and told him that he had brought all the things that could be used, but fortunately, the more than 100 yuan saved at home had not been turned over.

Cheng Letian drank half a pot of sweet potato porridge like a remnant of the clouds, leaving fifty yuan for his father to find a few people to repair the house, and then go out to hide for a few more days, alas, look at the present, he regrets it to death. However, there is no regret medicine in the world, and this is called evil retribution.

The lame man met Cheng Letian and scolded him for a while, this bad seed, playing him as a monkey, this evil breath really can't be swallowed, he knows that he is not Cheng Letian's opponent, so he followed one step at a time, and when he saw him enter his mother's house, he hurried to report to Fugui.

Maybe he walked too quickly, and suddenly fell into the dung pit next to the street, and fell on his back, and the back of his head hit the brick edge, knocked a hole, and died with a whimper.

In the middle of the night, cries were heard in the village. The iron crutch went like this. When I heard about it, people were a little sad, but more importantly, his life left a lot of jokes and conversations in the village before and after dinner.

The iron kidnapper died suddenly, hearing the good news, Cheng Letian was happy, he wanted to go out to hide for a few days, but he didn't leave, he wanted to see the lame man into the ground, this is really the sky has eyes, he secretly kowtowed to the sky a few times, and was willing to die unexpectedly for the sake of wealth.

On the day of the funeral, Cheng Letian pretended to be very sad, helping out here and there, working very hard, and covering his mouth and snickering from time to time.

Gao Yangniang patronized and cried, but she didn't care about him. Everyone is dead, let's let the old man go safely, he doesn't want to make trouble, and he doesn't want anything to happen again.

According to rural customs, when his uncle died, he couldn't cry. However, when the spirit was raised, Cheng Letian cried loudly and looked very sad, he cracked his mouth wide, squeezed his eyes vigorously, and squeezed out some crocodile tears.

The family won people, and it was enough to cry a few times, but he cried endlessly, and he looked very sad. Look at him, cover his eyes with his hands, crack this mouth, shout one by one uncle, and occasionally you can hear him say, "You died well, this is retribution," the voice of the voice.

From time to time, there were bursts of laughter from the crowd. I didn't look at anyone else, they all looked at him, and there were many discussions, some said that he was a cat crying and a mouse fake compassion, some said that even if his father died, he didn't necessarily cry so painfully, and some said that he was not in pain, but happy. Anyway, there was everything, all kinds of foul language surrounded him, and he was giggling behind him.

Cheng Letian's heart was furious, he didn't dare to stop, let alone open his eyes, he had to hum and cry in his mouth, the direction was not clear, he was like a fly without a head, he bumped away, I don't know who blocked him with his body, he walked three times and two walks, and gradually went against the mourning team, the mourning was to the east, but he went west, and the people who watched the matter followed him, laughing more than once, many people laughed and shouted to him, "Go backwards, go backwards." ”

He was even more panicked, in order not to let people see the flaws, he tried his best to hide it, and he didn't dare to peek, and walked forward, he heard that he went the other way, so he slowly changed direction, but walked towards the dung pit where the iron crutch fell, people exclaimed, before it could be reflected, he sold short in one step, his body could no longer be contained, and he fell into the dung pit all of a sudden.

However, his luck is better than that of the iron crutch, in the thatched house, a child is shitting, the pig stands up and is eating the dung, he falls on the pig, and the old sow is so startled that he suddenly runs into the pen, flashes him a pig gnawed the ground, making it all over the shit, the dung pit is too deep, he climbed several times and did not climb up.

"Cheng Lotian fell into the dung pit." This matter is like growing wings, and it spreads all over the streets and alleys in an instant. People came to see, even the funeral people of the family came to see, now it's okay, no one even carries the coffin, and Gao Yang, Gao Yangniang and a few mourners from the family are left there.

After a while, Gao Yangniang came back to his senses, and he scolded, "Which kind of bad seed is making trouble, everyone is dead, and he is not allowed to die well, go, find that kid to settle accounts." So, several people ran over with mourning sticks.

Cheng Letian fell not lightly, his waist hurt and his heart hurt, he didn't have the strength to climb up, but no one pulled him, they were all watching the excitement. Some of them also whispered that they deserved it, and this was the retribution of the victims.

Gao Yangniang looked at him in the dung pit, couldn't help laughing, and after laughing, she cried loudly, "Old man, do you feel that you have to die to take revenge on this kid, you watch, I will give you anger." Gao Yangniang spoke, and several people in the family pulled Cheng Letian up from the dung pit, no matter how he begged and shouted, several people raised the mourning stick and beat it, so that Cheng Letian snorted on the ground and couldn't pick it up anymore.

If it weren't for Cheng Letian's father and mother kneeling down to apologize to Gao Yangniang, I'm afraid Cheng Letian would have been beaten to death by them, and he would have been skinned if he couldn't be killed. Gao Yangniang slowly walked towards the old man's coffin, and said as she walked: "Old man, revenge has also been avenged, and anger has come out, you go, let's go." ”

Gao Yang, under the instruction of the spirit man, shouted loudly again, "Dad, the Western Road; Daddy, the Western Road ......" followed closely, bursts of crying......

A new grave was piled up next to the grave of the silly sea, and a wisp of green smoke rose to the sky. Perhaps, when the two meet in the underworld and tell their parting feelings, they will not be lonely.

Alas, in any case, when a person dies, everything rests. Death is the fairest thing for everyone, whether you are a good person or a bad person, a high-ranking official or a commoner, it is the same fate. However, geese have left a voice, and people have left a name. In the vast life of decades, it should be the pursuit of life to leave a good reputation and let future generations remember you and revere you.