Speaking of the direction of this yin house, Hetu told me one thing, it happened to be the Qingming Festival soon, so I told me about it by the way.

It was in the spring of 1968, and Cha Wenbin, the fat man, Xiaoyi and Xiaobai at that time, were still receiving re-education from the middle and lower poor peasants in Savage Tun. Before and after the Qingming Dynasty was the first crop of the farmer just planted, the main task was weeding and fertilization and the construction of drainage and water diversion projects, at that time there were more than 300 people in the Savage Tun, which was different from the vast Northeast Plains, there was a large area of fertile land that could be cultivated.

Savage Tun is a mountainous area, the land is barren, the terrain is treacherous, and some of the reclaimed crops that can be planted are mainly on the slopes, planting some more drought-tolerant corn, sorghum and potatoes and sweet potatoes. When they first arrived in the north, they were not used to eating pasta, and the southerners mainly ate rice, but here they suddenly eat cornmeal nests. Some eat that is good, in the mountains in April and May is the time of green and yellow, last year's stored grain is just enough for a whole winter, to March began to melt snow, the seeds in the ground have just germinated, to catch up with this wave of spring planting is to consume physical strength. Cha Wenbin and the others were all young men at that time, and they were growing their bodies, and seeing that the food in the vat was getting less and less, Miao Lan could only make do with some wild vegetables in it.

The fat man is a carnivore, and he has not seen meat for more than a month, so he thinks about going to the mountains to find food, but Father Miao also stipulates that this season is the time when the animals are pregnant with cubs, and they are not allowed to make up their minds. The people in the tunzi have abided by this rule for generations, and no one can break it, and even the that eats those things every day is a smell of wild vegetables, although I am a little dissatisfied in my heart, but they are not bad compared to those compatriots who eat tree roots.

This time, Cha Wenbin and his intellectuals mainly built a canal, and they had to dig a zigzag ditch from the distant ravine to the newly opened hillside, where the corn seedlings had just been sown. This kind of work is relatively light, and Father Miao takes better care of them, and last autumn he had set fire to burn a whole mountain and leveled the land. Dig a trench two palms wide and one palm-deep with a hoe. Taking advantage of a certain difference in the elevation of the mountain, water from the upstream can be diverted to this downstream.

About 20 work cycles were set, and the dry season in the northeast was about to begin, and they had to complete the project before the corn seedlings were dried and wilted.

The fat man has a lot of strength, mainly responsible for ditching, Cha Wenbin and Xiaoyi are responsible for leveling and transporting soil, and girls like Xiaobai can only do some chores, bring them food and water, and pull the weeds in the field. One day, the fat man splashed a spark with a hoe, which shook his mouth and made him tremble, thinking that he had dug up a stone, such a thing is more common, if the small one is dug out on the spot, and the big one has to be moved around.

He pulled it a few times, and found that there was something strange about this stone, there were a lot of dried moss that had turned brown on it, and there were many words carved on the moss after carefully smacking it twice. He didn't recognize those words, so he called Cha Wenbin to take a look, Cha Wenbin didn't recognize either, a few people thought it was strange and continued to dig down, this guy found out that this thing was not a stone at all, it had to be a stele.

This is a symbol of the feudal era, a spiritual drug left by Confucius, and a record of the oppression of the vast number of poor people. So the fat man proposed to smash it, and then drag it back to the tunzi to report to the director, maybe he could get an advanced position.

Xiao Yi felt that since it was left by the ancestors, it was better to bury it in the ground, and besides, maybe this was a record of the suffering history of the poor people being oppressed, if it was smashed like that, it would be evidence to help the feudals eliminate their evils.

And Cha Wenbin felt that this might be a tombstone, and it might be an ancient tomb underneath, so he suggested that the fat man should dig down and try it, which coincided with the movement of leveling graves and returning the ground everywhere in that era, and it has been carried out for ten years since 58. The state calls for erasing a number of ownerless old graves from the ground, and turning the land occupied by the feudal stinky old men into fertile land for the people. At that time, the newspapers repeatedly advertised that burial was a feudal superstition, and if this continued, "it is inevitable that one day the world of the living will be occupied by the dead." Some people even proposed that "the old burials not only occupied the burial ground, wasted clothes and coffins, and were unhygienic, but also sacrificed and swept during the year, which was even more exhausting." It is useless to investigate the dead, and it will only become a resource that promotes superstition", not only is the burial uncivilized, but the sacrifice is also regarded as a wasteful act.

And one of the direct consequences of this movement is that for thousands of years, Chinese people have to go to the graves of their ancestors every Qingming Festival, which is also an important part of family education. But since 1958, there has been no grave to go to. Even, the Qingming sacrifice is regarded as a feudal superstition, and burning some paper money has become a sneaky underground act.

When the fat man heard that it was a dead man's grave, he felt a little unlucky, but in that era, everyone had a heroism in their hearts, and who would admit that they were afraid of that thing. So with the help of a youthful enthusiasm, he immediately decided to dig this place upside down to see what the landlord Lao Cai who sat on the top of the mountain and watched them work all day long looked like.

Cha Wenbin couldn't resist him, so he had to let the fat man go, because there were indicators in every tunzi at that time. A brigade is in charge of a number of tunzi, and there are a number of production teams in each tunzi, and the above campaign requires each production team to complete the quota of how much grain to complete this year and how many acres of land to be reclaimed, all of which are closely related to their year-end evaluation. One of them is the flat grave, the population of this kind of bird place is not large, and some of the old graves left on the surface have been waiting to be leveled in the past ten years, and they have to look at the surface of the ground where they are visible to the naked eye and are killed, so they have to look underground.

In terms of the index of flat graves, the savage tun has always been at the bottom compared to the outside tunzi, and for this reason, Miao Lao Dad has been criticized by the organization.

"Zha Ye, don't think about it so much, Daddy Miao treats us well, besides, such a good piece of land is buried here, this is with the living people grabbing food, looking back This indicator is calculated to Xiaobai, her work has been pulled down a big cut, don't make up a little, this green and yellow can really only drink bitter vegetable soup when it is not available."

"Okay." Cha Wenbin nodded in agreement, and the fat man began to do it, but this grave was much bigger than they imagined, about a meter underground, it was all made of a kind of black-brown hard stone, and their hoe could only smash one or two small white dots when it touched it, but the fat man was determined to get it, so he went down the mountain to find the steel drill and came back and smashed it with a hammer.

During the day, everyone's work had to be written on the blackboard at the end of the day, and leveling the grave was at best a private job now, so in order not to pull off the work, they decided to do it at night. To say that he was young at that time, he was really bold, and the three young men smashed it on the hillside by moonlight with kerosene lamps. Father Miao under the mountain said to the detachment secretary with a smile on his face: "These children are really good, don't even be in the hot cause of socialist construction when you are resting, I suggest that you write a document to set up a model and report to the brigade ......"

At that time, Cha Wenbin had already taught himself a lot, but he didn't dare to expose this kind of feudal superstition easily, this tombstone belongs to a typical meridian trend, and the identity of the owner of this kind of tomb is usually not too low. In the saying of the ancestral mountain, the direction of the tomb has a certain relationship with the protection of the descendants, and if you can't control this line, even if you sit on Longtou Mountain, there will be no good results.

That night, the fat man chiseled out an entrance, and Cha Wenbin thought about it, tomorrow is the Qingming Festival, or come back after the festival. But at that time, where would the fat man pay attention to him, he couldn't wait to pull it out overnight and whip the corpse, this tomb is a stone tomb, there is a vault, the fat man took a kerosene lamp after the vault was pierced.

Entering the tomb, it was found that it was a joint burial tomb, and the two coffins were stacked on top of each other. Usually the joint burial tombs are side by side, the Chinese pay attention to entering the soil for safety, how can one coffin carry another coffin?

The coffin was painted with red and green patterns, which were nothing more than some auspicious and auspicious patterns, which could still shine when illuminated by a kerosene lamp. The fat man found a hemp rope to tie up the coffin, and he was about to go up and pull it out first, and at that moment he was alone below, and when he turned around, he suddenly did not know where a gust of wind blew the kerosene lamp in his hand.

He shivered, and felt cold, as if there was an eye in the tomb looking at him. If you want to say that this kid is mixed, in order to give himself courage, he actually patted the coffin on it hard and said, "Do you stinky old nine know Kong Lao Er?" Even his old god stick has been pulled out, and you still dare to be fierce with me? Those who know each other will be cremated and buried in a pit for you, and those who don't know each other will be directly mixed with pig manure as fertilizer! ”

Listening to his nonsense below, Cha Wenbin was a little worried that he was so disrespectful and urged him to hurry up, the fat man pulled the rope hard, and after making sure that there was no problem, he shouted to the top, asking Cha Wenbin and Xiaoyi to pull up, and he moved below.

Who knew that the coffin was called a heavy, and the rope was pulled "rattling", and finally barely got up a corner, but suddenly there was a "bang", and the rope couldn't bear the weight, and it was pulled hard. The broken rope smashed into the fat man's head due to the huge pulling force, and he cried his father and shouted to his mother below, saying that his eyeballs had burst.

Cha Wenbin and Xiao Yi finally went down to get the fat man out with a broken rope and clothes, and then hurriedly carried it back, and when they entered the house to check, the fat man's face was left with a blood stain, looking like it was just a skin injury, and after applying a little herb to him, everyone went to sleep.