Miss Bai and I glanced at each other, and I said in my heart, could it be that what Gao Dashang said was that his grandfather's Eighth Route Army company was the engineering company in Taihang Mountain? There is such a possibility... Why do I think so? Because, the political commissar of a company has been dismissed and returned to his hometown, what does this mean? It shows that the company was disbanded, otherwise, it would have survived until the liberation of the whole country, and the political commissar would be a department-level cadre, to say the least. At the beginning, the manager who stole the cultural relics pendant in the city said that his grandfather was the commander of an engineering company of the Eighth Route Army stationed in Taihang Mountain. During the war years, the senior cadres of the unit committed serious mistakes, and they were either engaged in military law, or they were demoted and dismissed, indicating that the company was disbanded. With the conditions of the Eighth Route Army at that time, I was afraid that there would be fewer soldiers and not more soldiers, and it was very rare for the company to disperse, so the tall grandfather and the manager's grandfather should be in the same company...

Judging from the reaction of the tall father, that is, the old man in front of him, he must know some ulterior facts. This old man looks cowering and cowardly on the surface, but in fact he is very cunning, and he buries everything deep in his heart, and will not reveal anything to outsiders.

"Ah Leng." Miss Bai gently pulled me, and the two of them slowed down and walked behind.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

Miss Bai looked at Gao Dashang and his father in front of her, and whispered to me, "Let's go over like this, will those villagers guess that we rescued the fox by pretending to be a ghost last night?" ”

"I shouldn't guess." I smiled slightly, "Miss Bai is so skillful, she painted her makeup so vividly, she couldn't see her true face at all, and those people were almost not frightened at that time, and they wouldn't notice our clothes at all..."

Thinking of last night's scene, both of us couldn't help but be a little funny, and at the same time worried about Yang Shujun's safety. With a complicated feeling, I returned to Gaojia Village.

"Uncle, aren't you going to the village branch?" Seeing Gao Dashang's father and Gao Dashang walking towards the west of the village, I asked suspiciously.

"Oh, don't go, worship ancestors and everything is on the temple floor." The old man said.

The village was full of potholes and dirt roads, and after walking around for a while, it suddenly became clear to me that there was a stone gatehouse in front of me, about three or four meters high, which looked very old. There is a floating stone plaque above the gatehouse, which is carved with the words 'Gaojia Ancestral Temple'. Passing through the arched doorway is a large temple lawn, and the villagers are squatting on the ground on the left and right, and the 'buzzing' is very noisy. There were several large cauldrons against the wall, smoke rising, and a few bare-chested villagers stood in front of the pots and 'hula-hula' turning the dishes inside. When they saw us come in, the villagers all fell silent, and looked at Miss Bai and me with different expressions.

None of us looked at it, and pretended to be okay when we came to a place where no one was in the corner of the temple, and the two of us squatted under a tree by leaning against us. After about ten minutes, the village elder came out of the dark temple house.

"It's all here, aren't they?" The old man's expression was stiff, his eyes swept towards everyone, and he suddenly saw me and Miss Bai, and frowned, "Huh? Why are you two running here? ”

I was together, and all the villagers' eyes were on me.

I smiled and said, "We crossed the Yellow River to travel, and we haven't been back, playing there on the Yellow River beach, and I met the eldest brother and his father who are coming to the village to worship their ancestors, such a rare thing was encountered by us, so come and see, what, aren't you welcome?" ”

The old man was noncommittal, and looked at Gao Da with a gloomy face, "Gao Dashang, is what he said true?" ”

"Yes, it's true." Gao Dashang replied nervously.

The old man didn't say anything, looked up at the sky, and shouted to the villagers who were stir-frying, "Let's start the banquet first." ”

Some of the young villagers couldn't help but cheer in low voices.

"What's the noise?" The old man's eyes widened, and the people immediately fell silent.

Several villagers took out the tables from the temple house and quickly erected a mat on the temple floor.

"Ah Leng, let's go eat something first." Miss Bai said.

"Hungry?" I asked.

Miss Bai nodded.

I smiled slightly, "If you come, you will be safe, follow me." ”

I looked at a table, sat down next to me with a big grin, and beckoned to Miss Bai, "Come on." ”

"Well, it's not big..."

"What's so bad? Just sit down and eat. ”

Miss Bai pouted at me, glanced at everyone a little embarrassed, sat down next to me with her head bowed, and muttered, really thick-skinned.

I smiled and shouted into the distance, "Brother, uncle, sit here and eat!" ”

The two of them sat down very restrained, feeling as if we were the masters, and they became guests.

After a while, the dishes were served, marinating meat, frying fish, and stir-frying, and it was also very hearty. Judging by the appearance of the villagers at the other tables, they should rarely eat these things. Gao Da and his father stuffed their mouths full of food, and they were sweating profusely when they ate.

Miss Bai took out a handkerchief, unfolded it and put it on the table, put a few pieces of cured meat on it, and then wrapped it up.

"What, did you give the little black bag?" I asked.

"It's not." Miss Bai pursed her lips, put the handkerchief into the bag we carried, and whispered, "Xiao Hei can find something to eat, wrap it for Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang likes to eat cured meat..."

My heart was sour, "Yuxin." ”

"Huh?" Miss Bai raised her head and stroked the head that was hanging to her mouth.

"We're going to do our best to find Uncle Yang."

"Hmm..."

As I ate, I looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. I thought to myself, what is there in this village?

After eating, the old man ordered someone to remove the table.

"It's all here!" The old man shouted.

The villagers gathered towards the temple house, and we followed and stood behind the crowd.

The village chief and the old man beckoned, and a villager brought an iron basin and put it on the ground.

"What are they going to do?" Miss Bai asked.

"I don't know, let's see."

Suddenly, a villager came out with a sheep from the temple house. The sheep desperately retreated, the villagers pulled and pulled, the sheep's eyes bulged as if they were about to jump out of their sockets, and their nostrils were 'whirring' and spewing white air. The villager led the sheep to the basin, kicked the basin several times, and kicked it under the belly of the sheep, and the old man took the knife in his hand and plunged it into the belly of the sheep...

Miss Bai buried her face in my arms with an 'ah' sound. The village elder pulled out his knife, and blood flowed out of the wound and sprayed into the basin. The sheep was still alive, struggling and 'bleating'. The old man squatted down, grabbed the wound with both hands, pulled it violently, and then plunged his right hand into the belly of the sheep. As the sheep struggled, the old man's body swayed back and forth, but his arm was deeper and deeper. Suddenly, the old man jerked his arm out, and he was clutching a bloody mass in his hand, which was the heart of the sheep, which was steaming and still beating again and again... The sheep lay down on the basin, its eyes wide open, trembling for a while, and then it did not move. On the ground, the old man's face and clothes were splattered with blood.

I saw that my hairs stood on end, my whole body trembled, my back was cold sweat, and the expressions of those villagers were very numb.

The old man held up his heart and cried out, "Ancestor, we have slaughtered this thing that stole your head, and we have avenged you!" …”

The villagers all fell to their knees, and then I realized that the fox had run away, and these villagers could not find it, so they took the sheep as the fox and dug their hearts to pay tribute to their ancestors.

The old man threw the heart of the sheep into the basin, jumped on his feet, and shouted, "Bring them out!" ”

One by one, the seven shirtless men lowered their heads and were escorted out of the temple house by seven villagers.

"Get on your knees!"

As the old man shouted, the seven shirtless men shook at the same time, and then fell to their knees one after another.

"How many of you lost that fox, don't you know your guilt?" The old man asked.

A young villager cried and said, "Village chief, there are really ghosts, we don't lie to you..."

The old man said angrily, "Even if there are ghosts, are you still afraid of ghosts?!" Enforce the village law! ”

The villager who had led the sheep returned to the temple house, took out a thorny rattan and handed it to the old man.

The old man gritted his teeth, and a rattan stick was whipped on the back of the man on the very edge. The man screamed and fell to the ground, with a long blood mark on his back. Then the old man slapped the second man on the back, and then the third, and the fourth... The screams echoed over the entire temple floor, and it was terrifying.

"Stop!" I couldn't help myself.

The old man was stunned, stopped his hand, and looked at me.

"What age is it, and there is such a barbaric village law, don't you just lose a fox?"

"What are you doing as an outsider about the affairs of our village?"

"That's it, the dog takes the mouse..."

The villagers cursed.

The old man snorted, picked up the rattan and wanted to hit the villagers again.

"Wait a minute." I glanced at everyone coldly, and said word by word, "The fox was rescued by me last night by pretending to be a ghost, and it has nothing to do with a few of them. ”

One of the villagers kneeling on the ground looked up, "I'm cǎo, it turns out that you bastard pretending to be a ghost to scare us!" ”

Another let out a long 'ah', "I understand, a male ghost, a female ghost, it turns out to be the two of you!" ”

"Grass, beat them to death!" The villagers kneeling on the ground said in unison.

However, none of the villagers on the periphery said a word, and everyone, including Miss Bai and me, looked behind the old man.

The village elder also seemed to sense that something was wrong, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Village Chief, back, you..."

The old man hurriedly turned around, and screamed in fright...

What's going on? The sheep, the one whose belly had been cut open and the heart had been gouged out, stood up from the basin, and his eyes were wide open, staring at the old man motionlessly...

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