The next morning, the pigs in the pigsty gave birth to piglets, a total of seven, one of whom was born dead, which is exactly in line with the six children mentioned by the piglets of Changsha. [擺|渡|搜||小|說|free|fee|下|upload|小|說】

A few days later, the news of the child's death came from the nearby villages, and the father inquired, and there were exactly six.

The grandmother of the Changsha piglets did not dare to raise the six piglets, so she secretly carried them to the mountain and released them, and buried the dead piglets on the mountain.

The pig woman was raised by the "Changsha piglet", which was very popular with the breeders at that time, so after this incident, the people of Thrush Village called him "Changsha piglet".

The blacksmith was shocked when he heard about this.

The blacksmith said that there was a man after the grandmother of the Changsha piglet came to the blacksmith shop that night. At the time, I thought it was nothing, but now I think about it.

After the grandmother of the Changsha piglet entered the blacksmith shop, the blacksmith didn't pay much attention to it. Because usually many neighbors come to his blacksmith shop, some come to buy iron tools, and some are purely for the excitement. Children, in particular, are very curious about pulling bellows, boiling molten iron, and knocking hot iron, and often sit behind the blacksmith shop and refuse to leave as if they are glued. Many adults with children come to the blacksmith shop to look for children who have not come home late.

The grandmother of the Changsha piglet came to the blacksmith shop and looked around, but the blacksmith thought she was looking for her grandson, so he ignored it.

Long; One; Root; Read, the novel yb+du sand piglet's grandmother left after wandering around the stove a few times. The blacksmith thought she hadn't found her grandson here, and was going somewhere else to find it. This was so common in a blacksmith's shop that the blacksmith didn't care, and he didn't crane his neck to see if anything had been thrown into the stove. His attention was focused on the hot iron on top of the big iron pier, as the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot, if the heat is too high, the shape of the iron will be difficult to beat. Holding a small hammer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other, he struck the increasingly dark red pieces of iron over and over again. His son held a sledgehammer in both hands. He knocked somewhere, and his son hit it with gravity at the designated place.

The iron under the hammer had not yet been made, and another man came at the door.

The blacksmith glanced at the man, startled, the hammer had struck the wrong place.

"Stop, stop." The blacksmith hurried to stop it, but it was too late. The blacksmith's son struck down with a sledgehammer, and the piece of iron was out of shape.

The blacksmith's son, who rarely saw his father make a mistake, was so surprised that his eyes widened as big as brass bells when he saw his father shout to stop.

The blacksmith took the distorted piece of iron with his tongs, put it back in the furnace and burned it again, grabbed a little charcoal powder and sprinkled it around the piece of iron.

Before his son put down the sledgehammer, he asked questioningly, "Dad, didn't you fight like this before?" Why did you stop halfway through? ”

The blacksmith pointed out the door and said, "There is a guest." ”

His son was startled, and hurriedly collected the hammer and went into the back room.

"Youguest" is the blacksmith's code word to his son, which means that something unclean is coming. The blacksmith's eyes have been tempered by the furnace, and they are as clear and clear as the eyes of a child, and they can see things that ordinary people can't see. His son had not been learning to make iron with him for a short time, and his eyes were still cloudy. What the blacksmith can see, his son may not see.

The blacksmith once told his son that there are three hardships in life - striking iron, supporting the boat, and grinding tofu. Those who support the boat, between the wind and waves, are in danger of capsizing and dying at any time, just like in the sea of life and death, so bitter. He who strikes iron endures the heat by the furnace every day, and lives as if he were in hell with fire, so he suffers. Those who grind tofu, sleep on the third watch and get up on the fifth watch, revolve around the grinding plate, do the work of a donkey, and earn a small amount of money that can only make ends meet, just like in the animal road, so bitter.

Because of this characteristic, some unclean things mistake the blacksmith shop for the hell of the underworld, and ghosts often go to the wrong door. Weak ghosts are afraid of fire and are often absorbed by the fiery iron and solidified in the iron. Such iron often becomes scrap iron, and no matter how you beat it, it can't get the shape of a farm tool, so you can only throw it away. Some of the ghosts were so powerful that they were not afraid of flames and red iron, and the blacksmith had to find a way to coax them away.

The "people" who came to the door this time were different from those the blacksmiths had met before. This "person" is too tall to stand outside the door and walk in. The blacksmith saw only its body, not its head. It was a lot higher than the door frame, like a play on stilts.

When the blacksmith saw that his son was hiding, he said to the "man": "You can come in by lowering your head." ”

The "man" really lowered his head and got in.

The blacksmith saw it in its entirety. It wears a cyan robe, like a private school teacher before liberation, and there are hidden lines on the cyan robe, which flicker and dim in the light of the stove, like a pattern, like a cloud pattern, and like a living one. Its face is elongated and elongated, like a horse's face.

"Are you in the wrong place? I'm striking iron here. This is the first sentence that blacksmiths often use when they encounter similar situations. Many of the ghosts who had entered by mistake immediately realized that they had made a mistake and left without saying a word.

But the horse-faced robed "private school teacher" reacted differently, looking around, and finally fixed its eyes on the hot stove.

"This is what I'm looking for." It said. The light of the furnace reflected on its eyes, leaping and jumping, as if it were the light coming from its eyes.

Although its answer was unexpected, the blacksmith did not make a big fuss. It wasn't that there weren't ghosts like this before. Some ghosts with stubborn personalities who don't want to admit their mistakes, even if they see that the bellows stove here is obviously iron-struck, still insist that this is the place where they are coming, and they have to sit until dawn before leaving.

The blacksmith said in a good voice, "Then you are here to buy my things?" Or is there something looking for me? "The blacksmith knew that ghosts were afraid of the wicked, and when he encountered some unreasonable ghosts, he shouted or scolded, and his body was full of masculinity due to his years of striking iron, and the ghost could not hurt a single point. Therefore, ghosts mostly leave in a huff after being scolded.

The blacksmith's heart is like a mirror. The dress and demeanor of this horse-faced robe were extraordinary, and it seemed that it was not an ordinary lonely ghost, and it could not be driven away by ordinary methods.

"I don't buy anything, and I'm not looking for you to do anything." It said.

"And what are you going to do?" The blacksmith was surprised.

"I'm looking for a kid who forgot to come home." Its eyes were fixed on the stove all the time, and it had no intention of looking for anyone.

The blacksmith said, "An old lady came here just now, and it seems that she is looking for a child who has not come home, but there is no one in this house except me. I see, you can look somewhere else, right? Because the horse's robe was so high, the blacksmith could only tilt his head up and talk to it, and for a moment he felt that his neck could not stand it. The horse-faced robe was obviously very restrained, bowing his head and waist, as if he was polite and humble.

The horse-faced robe said, "That kid is here." Can you borrow your iron pliers and use them? With that, it stretched a pair of hands out of its long sleeves.

The blacksmith saw that its hands were rougher than his own perennial iron hands, with deep lines, and a line of black dirt along the edges of the nails, and the nails were thick and yellow, and they were layer upon layer. Individual fingernails also cracked like burnt turtle shells.

The blacksmith handed it the iron tongs in his hand.

The horse-faced robe took the iron tongs, walked to the stove, and tossed them through the red-hot coals, as if looking for something.

The blacksmith thought to himself that even if anything fell inside, it would have burned to ashes.

To the blacksmith's surprise, a black mouse-like shadow suddenly sprang out of the coals and circled around the iron tongs. The horse-faced robe's other hand immediately slapped at the coals, like a fly perched on the dinner table.

The blacksmith was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

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A cloud of green smoke came out of the hand of the horse-faced robe. The blacksmith smelled the unpleasant smell of the meat being roasted. The smell of burning filled the room, and even the blacksmith's son, who was hiding next door, couldn't help coughing.

The horse-faced robe slowly retracted its hand, the rat-like thing struggling between its fingers.

It seemed to have poor eyesight, and it put its hand under its nose to look at it, then smiled faintly with satisfaction, and returned the iron tongs to the blacksmith.

"That's him!" Said the horse-faced robe.

The blacksmith who took the iron tongs found that the iron tongs were cold and cold, and there was not even any heat left just now, not to mention that the horse-faced robe had been used to play in the hot furnace for a long time.

The horse-faced robe carefully grasped the little thing that was struggling, and turned to bend down to get out of the door.

As soon as its head came out of the door, it shrank back, then turned to the blacksmith and said, "I want to ask you for something, I don't know if you can agree." ”

The blacksmith wished it to go quickly, and immediately nodded, "Please." ”

It said, "Please tell the old Xiucai of your village, don't drive me to do these little things in the future." ”

The blacksmith said, "Yes." ”

The horse-faced robe is gone.

When the blacksmith saw that it was gone, he hurriedly called his son out to continue striking the iron. Because the next day I have to deliver the goods to the person who ordered the goods. But then the iron became as brittle as masonry, and when it was beaten, it either broke, but became slag. How to fight and how not to succeed. The blacksmith had to stop and decided to get up early the next day to fight again.

Because he was busy repairing the iron tools that he had not beaten the night before, the blacksmith forgot the explanation of the horse-faced robe, so he never told his grandfather about it.