The boss whispered: "I'm the same as you think, although it is said that it is a report and a report, but it is not a crime to death." Since this is already the case, we have no choice. But...... Can you eat the meat of this pig demon? ”

Grandpa said: "You can eat it, it's just a little older, and the cooking time is two or three times longer than ordinary pork." The pig demon has been cultivating for many years, and I don't know how much heaven and earth essence I have absorbed, and eating this kind of meat is only good for people, and there is no harm in it. However, ordinary people do not appreciate the benefits, they only find it difficult to chew and swallow, and they will definitely think that the butcher is selling them fake pork. This butcher is so greedy for money, waiting for the customers to come to trouble. ”

After leaving the butcher shop and returning to the hotel, Grandpa began to pack his luggage. He was going to continue to Fushun.

About 70 years later, my father's great-grandson was admitted to an engineering university in Liaoning Province. That was my first time away from home. Before college, except for one trip to Hubei with my parents when I was three years old, I hardly left Hunan, or even Yueyang.

On my way to university, I had to change trains in Shenyang. Every time I pass through Shenyang, I imagine the overlap of two time and space, my grandfather passed by this place 70 years ago, and maybe I walk again in 70 years. When I think about it like this, I feel that time is illusory, and I even doubt that my grandfather has really been here.

This suspicion became stronger and stronger, and then I studied and worked in a distant country, and I couldn't go back to my hometown once or twice a year. Occasionally, I have the opportunity to go back once, and when I arrive at Thrush Village, I have a quick glimpse, and I have to leave after eating. At this time, not to mention the old house of the Ma family, which was no longer there before I was born, even the mud-brick house of the Ma family where I lived when I was a child has become a ruin.

When faced with the ruins, I even suspected that I had lived in this dilapidated mud brick house, and that my grandfather and grandfather had lived in such a dilapidated old house.

My father's grave is on the back hill of Thrush Village, and every time I go to Thrush Village from home, I have to pass through the back mountain. When I was a child, I was always a little worried when I walked in the back hills, because there were several graves hidden behind trees next to the road in the back hills. My mother comforted me and said that the ghosts in the back mountains were afraid of my father, and my father would protect me, so I didn't have to be afraid.

Therefore, when I passed by there as a child, I had a vague feeling that my grandfather was watching over me, or secretly watching me somewhere in the woods, so that I could reach my grandfather's house safely.

When I grew up, I was no longer afraid of the graves when I walked there, and at the same time I didn't feel my grandfather's presence anymore.

Perhaps my suspicion began when I lost my fear.

At one point, I suspected that my grandfather told me about my grandfather's grandfather and that he made it up out of his whims, and that my mother often talked about my grandfather's past was also influenced by her grandfather when she was a child. I don't believe that there was such a character as my grandfather in my family, I don't believe that my grandfather's mother is called Zhao Xianyun, I don't believe that my grandfather has missed a person named Xiaomi, and I don't believe that my grandfather will marry a woman who is not good to my grandfather and makes my mother hate after Zhao Xianyun's death.

There are many things in the stories my grandfather told me that I can't remember. Although I admit that people in life are not so logical, there are often more unexpected things than word of mouth stories, good people are kinder than you think, vicious people are more vicious than you think, and there are far more surprises in life than and more than in stories, but I still find it difficult to fully believe my grandfather's words.

At least that's what I thought for a long time.

Such thoughts lasted only three years. It started when he left his hometown to study in a distant country, and ended after returning to his hometown and having a conversation with his mother.

It was a day in the middle of a short winter vacation, and the time was approaching the Chinese New Year.

That day, I saw a wooden bar about a meter long behind the door of my mother's bedroom, with irregular triangular shapes, and some symbols and strange words that I didn't recognize were drawn on three sides.

I remember this stick, which was made of mahogany, and was given by my grandfather when I was born. Until I turned twelve, it was plugged in next to my rice jar. Every time my mother scooped rice in the rice bowl and washed the rice in the rice pot, she had to pour the rice washing water on the place where it was.

When I was a child, I saw my mother do this, and I didn't understand it, so I asked her why she did it.

Mom said that this mahogany charm is to protect you.

Then, Mom told me the origin of this peach wood talisman.

When I was just born, my father went to my grandfather's house with firecrackers to announce the good news, and my grandfather was still there. Because I was my grandfather's first grandchild, he was very happy. When the crackling firecrackers were over, my grandfather hurriedly asked me when I was born.

My father told my grandfather what time I was born.

After hearing this, my grandfather immediately gave me a calculation.

After the calculation, my grandfather took my father's hand and said, you like the candy to put me here first, and I will send it. Don't drink any more tea, go back and see the kids now. According to this hour, the eight characters are a good eight characters, but good eight characters often lead to the pass. The child was born with a first aid pass, and there must be a problem with his left hand.

At that time, my father and mother had only been married for about a year, and I didn't know much about my grandfather. He listened to his grandfather's words and didn't believe it at all.

He said, father-in-law, I came to report the good news after holding the child, I didn't find anything wrong with the child, you didn't even look at the child at all, just by pinching these five fingers to determine that the child's hand has a problem? Are you an old man?

Grandpa is confident, if the birth time of the child you report is accurate, then the child must have a problem; If you go back and see that there is no problem with your child, then you must have read the wrong time!

Dad said categorically, the time must not be wrong!

Grandpa said very confidently that the child must have a first aid pass!

When Dad saw that his grandfather was so sure, he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart. After the child was born, he did take a look. But when the child was carried in front of him, he was already swaddled by the midwife.

So, the father ran home without even drinking tea, and when he got home, he opened the swaddling clothes and saw that the child's left hand was really a little strange. The child's left palm is turned outwards and the back of the hand is close to the body. He broke the child's hand, but as soon as he let it go, it was the same again.

Dad then believed my grandfather.

Before marrying his mother, Dad had heard many people talk about how powerful his grandfather was and how powerful his grandfather was, but he thought it was because others liked to brag about it.

After that time, my father was convinced by his father-in-law.

Dad returned to Thrush Village and reported to his grandfather about his eldest grandson.

Grandpa discussed it with his father, and then told his father that there was a peachwood charm that could unlock this first aid level. The characters and characters on the peach wood can be written by the grandfather or grandfather, but the peach wood must be at least seven years old.

Dad searched everywhere for peach trees that had grown for more than seven years. Although there were many peach trees in the village, almost every household would plant a few peach trees in front of their doors at that time, but no one could be sure which peach tree had grown for more than seven years.

In the end, my grandfather found a peach tree that was more than seven years old at my aunt's house. My grandfather cut down the peach tree and made a peach wood talisman, on which he wrote some words and drew some talismans.

My grandfather sent a peach wood talisman to my house, inserted it next to my rice jar, and then instructed my mother to water it every day until the child reached the age of 12.

For as long as I can remember, I've seen that strange mahogany talisman stuck next to my rice jar, and my mother respectfully watering it with rice. At that time, the countryside was still relatively poor, and the rice water was a good water for feeding pigs, so it would be a pity to throw it away like this. But my mother poured rice water under this peach tree every day.

Mom said, since the peach wood charm came into my house, your hands have slowly grown, and when you sleep, your left hand is the same as your right hand, with the palm facing inward, and the back of your hand facing outward.

My hands and mahogany charms have been safe for seven or eight years.

When I was in elementary school, I once secretly pulled it out and used it as a sword to fight with my friends. I left it out after playing and didn't bring it back.

That night, my left hand hurt so badly that I couldn't even finish my homework.

When my mother was cooking dinner and washing rice, she found that the peach wood charm was missing. She knew that no one else in the family would touch it, so she asked me if I had removed the peach wood talisman.

I have to admit it.

My mom asked me where I had hidden the mahogany talisman.

I said I threw it away, I don't remember where I lost it.

At that time I didn't realize how important it was. Where do children know this?

My mother found that my hand hurt so badly that she was reluctant to beat me, so she called my father to go outside to find the peach wood charm I had thrown away before she had done dinner.

They found it late at night, and searched almost the entire village, but fortunately they finally found the peach wood talisman.

Mom inserted the peach wood talisman back into its place and continued to water the rice water as before.

After a few days, my hand finally stopped hurting and I no longer felt like I was being screwed so hard.

After my twelfth birthday, the mahogany talisman finally disappeared next to the rice jar, and I almost forgot that it ever existed.

When I saw the cracked mahogany talisman behind the door again in my junior year, I no longer believed that it had magical and hidden powers, just as I no longer believed in the past of my grandfather and grandfather.

Self-righteous, I think that the peach wood charm exists only because of coincidence. Maybe my hand did have a problem at birth, but it healed on its own. Due to the coincidental appearance of the peach wood charm, my mother gave the credit to the peach wood charm. I remember the pain in my left hand after pulling out the mahogany talisman, but maybe my hand was injured while playing with my friends, and it healed in a few days. And the function of the peach wood charm was once again considered indispensable by the mother.

Therefore, I think that the peach wood charm is like a speculator who sells his reputation and does not live up to his reputation.

"Let's burn it as firewood." I say this almost with disdain.

"How so? It's you! Mom said. Even though my grandfather said that I would no longer need it after I was 12 years old, my mother still kept it in her heart.