My grandfather was taken away by a coffin, and the coffin that emerged from the Yellow River was so terrifying that I still couldn't help but be afraid when I recalled that scene many years later. At the time, I couldn't tell what was going on, but when the coffin came out of the Yellow River, my grandfather was gone.

That year, I was nineteen years old, and it was early summer, and as usual, after breakfast early in the morning, my grandfather took me down to the river. It's a routine, and from the time I learned to walk, as long as the weather permits, it's inevitable to go down to the river to patrol the river.

"Master." I didn't sleep well at night, that age was the most sleepless time, I was pulled up in the morning, very dissatisfied, while rubbing my eyes, I muttered: "Every day around the river, for decades, you are not annoying, what is the turning of the head." "

"Water Lady." Grandpa plucked my ears and said, "How long have you been following me down the river?" Let's not talk about ten years, ten years, have you eaten this river thoroughly? "

"This" I smiled awkwardly, rubbed my head, and shook my head.

The Yellow River, the river that almost crosses Chinese mainland, symbolizes the origin of Chinese civilization, and there have been too many stories around this river. In the past few years, some friends know that I grew up by the Yellow River, and have asked me some strange things about the Yellow River, and they will always ask: Are those things true?

Actually, I can't tell if it's true or not, if the responsible answer is a sentence, it is false and true.

In 1968, Huaigu Village along the Yellow River once caught a big king in the Yellow River, which became more and more popular, and until now, there are still people talking about it. They said that the dug up Wang Bazu was the size of the front of the liberation car, and it had already become a sperm, and when it was caught, the sky suddenly became dark, and there was continuous thunder.

I was asked many times about this alone, and each time I explained to them with a wry smile that the king was the size of a farmer's water tank, and that it had little ability to move without water, and that it was carried away by a few villagers like a pig.

There is no doubt about my account, I know this matter better than most people, because the person who caught this big king at that time was my grandfather.

When others hear my story, they usually seem disappointed, because the truth of the matter is not as bizarre and strange as they imagined. Actually, I don't want to talk about a lot of the inside story. At that time, the big king eight did not disappear, because of the difficult living conditions, so after carrying it back, it was secretly killed and cooked by several people in the village overnight. There were a total of seven people who had eaten Wang Ba's meat, and in the next three days, these seven people were hanged on the beams of their houses one after another, and their deaths were quite ugly, with their tongues sticking out and their stomachs bursting all over the place.

Therefore, there are true and false things about those things in the Yellow River.

When Grandpa saw my embarrassment, he didn't say anything anymore, smiled, raised his hand and raised the whip in his hand, and shook it vigorously, and the whip tip rolled out a whip flower in the air, and it exploded.

Speaking of which, some people may think it is strange, how can we go down the river to sail with a whip? That's exactly what I want to illustrate, this whip is very eloquent. My grandfather's profession, known as "Kawako", may have been completely lost to this day. The two treasures of the river, the sampan boat, and the ghost whip, are things that cannot be left all year round.

The Yellow River is very dirty, this dirty is not only that its water is not clear, but also that there are many "unclean" things in the river. Whipping ghosts is this kind of thing to ward off evil spirits.

The whip of the river is generally made with a strand of hair left by the ancestors, plus the dog hair of the male black dog, as well as silk linen, copper wire and other things, soaked in the black dog's blood for three months, and when everything has eaten the dog's blood, it is then taken out and kneaded thousands of times, and finally formed a whip. When he came home from his home, he would whip him three times behind him, and no matter what messy "things" fell behind him, they would definitely be scattered.

My grandfather and I walked to the beach, flipped the boat we used the day before, and slowly pushed it down the river. This kind of small boat has no mechanical power and sails, and it is completely controlled by the skillful skill of the helmsman, which is very skillful.

"It's about to rise." Grandpa sat on the bow of the boat, and as the boat rose and fell on the water, he looked up at the sky, took out his dry tobacco pouch, lit a pot, and smoked slowly.

We have a fixed route for river cruises, and we basically follow this route every day, and then collect the boat and go home. I have been in charge of the boat for about two or three years, and I have mastered some skills, but I don't have enough strength, and when the weather is bad and the wind and water flow change greatly, I need my grandfather's help.

Smoking a dry cigarette, grandpa opened his voice and roared the "river patrol tune" that only the river girl can sing. The moment the ancient desolate river patrol tune roared out of my grandfather's mouth, I couldn't help but turn my head to look at him. He sat on the bow with his back to me, and I could remember his back many years later.

Lonely and emaciated back.

I walked for about twenty or thirty minutes, and everything went smoothly as usual. At that time, I was young and very playful, and while my grandfather was napping in the bow of the boat, I secretly took out a small net from my body and tried to catch some small fish from the river. But as soon as the net was taken out, before I had time to enter the water, my grandfather, who had been silent, slowly turned his head, I smiled embarrassedly, and quickly put the small net in my hand back away.

"Water Lady." Grandpa didn't blame me directly, but sighed imperceptibly, looked down and thought about it, picked up his dry tobacco pouch again, and said while slowly filling the cigarettes: "Born in the family of Hezizi, it is your life, be careful in everything, don't be like your father."

When my grandfather mentioned my father, I was suddenly saddened beyond words. My father died early, not long after I was born, he died, in the Yellow River.

"Master"

I was just about to speak, when the boat, which was moving down the current, suddenly shook slightly, and then suddenly slammed into the water, not moving, as if a speeding car had suddenly hit the brakes. Immediately, I felt that the water around me was still flowing, but our boat was frozen in place, unable to move. I've never encountered anything like this, and the first thing that comes to mind is that the boat has hit something.

I was a little panicked, and wanted to lie on the side of the boat to look down at the water, but my grandfather, who had been sitting steadily, stood up, raised his feet and stepped to the side of the boat, looked left and right, frowned, and said, "Shui Yanzi, we seem to have met the 'corpse hugging boat'"

People who have walked the Yellow River in recent years may rarely encounter such strange situations, but in the past, at least half of the ten elderly people who have traveled on the Yellow River have been harassed by the "corpse boat". The so-called "corpse hugging boat" means that the boat in motion suddenly freezes in the current without any external force, as if something has dragged the boat.

Grandpa said that when encountering such a situation, as long as you go into the water to look, you will definitely see that there must be a corpse standing upright in the water under the boat, and the corpse seems to be standing in the water, with two hands supporting the bottom of the boat. In the past, the people who walked the boat on the Yellow River had to carry incense and candles on the boat all year round, and there were some messy things, because they thought that the body holding the boat under the water must ask for something, so they would drag the boat and not let it go, and only by trying their best to meet the requirements of the corpse could they escape safely. Therefore, when encountering a corpse hugging boat, the old Yellow River people will throw things into the water one by one until the boat can start again.

I don't know if it works or not, but in the great wilderness of eighty miles south of our village, there was once a corpse hugging boat, carrying more than a dozen people who crossed the river, and the boatman threw all the prepared incense and candle offerings, but the boat still did not move, and was trapped for more than an hour, and the people on the boat cried and wiped their tears, and they were completely panicked. The boatman knelt directly to the bow of the boat and kept begging, saying that the next time he went down to the river, he would definitely prepare a thick offering.

The boatman's plea was answered, and soon after, the water ripples scattered on the turbulent river, and finally gathered into a single "human" character. Things suddenly became very cruel, and the boatman told the people on the boat that the "thing" under the water wanted people.

Eventually, a teenage girl was thrown into the river, and the boat, which had been motionless, was suddenly able to continue moving. A lot of people know about this, and I'm not going to talk nonsense.

I panicked when I knew that our boat had encountered a corpse hugging boat, because everyone who walked the Yellow River knew that this kind of thing could only be left to fate, and whether a boatload of people could survive or not depended on the "mood" of the corpse holding the boat. But for Kawako, there is never a compromise in their dictionary.

"Sailor, stay on the boat, don't move." Grandpa frowned, then calmed down and ripped off his coat.

Seeing him look like he was about to go into the water, I was so nervous that I hurriedly threw my things aside to see if I could help.

Grandpa has been drifting in the Yellow River for decades, his body has been tanned, he is old, but his body is still quite good, it can be seen from his slightly loose body, when he was young, he must have been very strong and strong.

"Don't panic, it's not a big deal." Grandpa looked back at me, his gaze calm, and then he wrapped the whip around his waist, took a deep breath, and plunged headlong into the water.

The serious river has never been afraid of these gods and ghosts.

On the surface of the huge river, a person burrows into the water like a grain of sand. I couldn't see my grandfather all of a sudden, so I could only hold on to the side of the boat and watch nervously at the place where he went into the water. From my vantage point, I couldn't see anything below the surface of the water, and the only thing I could do was wait.

About two or three minutes later, there was a splash on the water, and my grandfather came out of the water, and he stretched out his hand to me, and I quickly grabbed his hand, and with this force, my grandfather turned over and returned to the boat, and wiped the water marks on his face.

At that moment, I suddenly noticed that his expression had become very strange and complicated. The whip was in his hand, but the hand holding the whip was shaking. In that case, I was obviously very scared.