Miss Bai blushed, pouted at Yang Shujun, and then glared at me again, saying, you two, one is gluttonous, the other is fun-loving, it's really convinced, what can I do, I have to go if I don't want to go, it's so boring to go back by yourself. Yang Shujun and I glanced at each other and smiled evilly at the same time.

The village chief was very happy, and after saving his son, what I said was simply a holy decree, and I said that I would go with them to deliver the corpse, and agreed without saying a word. This village chief is also surnamed Zhao, he is clean and decisive, and he speaks directly, so the people in the village obey him. His son was well ailed, and his temper was not so big, although he was still a little impulsive when talking to people, his tone was much softer.

This village is only seventy or eighty miles away from the embankment of the Yellow River, and early the next morning, I first called Xiang Feng and asked him to tell Master that we will go back in a few days, and then ask Village Chief Zhao for the path, and we left early. Halfway through a county town, I bought a lot of fresh meat, lo-meier, and iron skewers in the market, and prepared to have a picnic on the embankment of the Yellow River.

Driving all the way south, it didn't take long to come to the Yellow River embankment. Although my hometown of Fengyang is only 100 miles away from the Yellow River, it is the first time I have come here when I grew up in Guangdong. After I parked the car, I couldn't help but wonder. In my imagination, the Yellow River should be turbid and surging, and the sound of thousands of horses galloping from the Yellow River can be heard from afar. However, the qiē in front of him is very quiet, is there no water in the Yellow River?

We got off the car with our things, climbed the embankment, and when we looked around, I couldn't help but cry out, only to see a big river in front of me, a vast view, the muddy yellow river water was as flat as a mirror, and I couldn't see even a trace of waves. The spectacular scene in front of you makes people's minds magnify countless times at once. I shivered a few times in a row, and took a few breaths of the river breeze blowing from the south bank, and I felt dizzy.

The three of them were very excited, and Xiao Hei yelled a few times at the river. Yang Shujun's eyes lit up, and he said that it was really a good place, and then waved his hand and said, Let's go, go down and bake something to eat.

We walked some distance west along the embankment to a place where the slope was not so steep, and carefully descended to the beach. There was waist-high dead grass growing on the riverbank, and many birds were jumping and chirping. Xiao Hei rushed forward, startling a large group of birds, but was stopped by Miss Bai. We pulled some grass, found a smooth and dry place, lit a small fire, cut the meat we brought with a knife into small pieces, skewered it with an iron skewer, sprinkled it with condiments, and flipped it and roasted it. While roasting, Yang Shujun told various legends and allusions about the Yellow River, and we were staring at each other, feeling as if he had grown up by the Yellow River. Yang Shujun said that since ancient times, I don't know how many boats have sunk in the Yellow River, and it is said that every year downstream dredging can dig up the bones. You can also dig a lot of strange things, said that one year dug up a stone turtle, the house is the same size, the legend is that Yu threw it in the town of the river when he controlled the water, that is a sacred object, the people who dug the river did not dare to get it to the shore, so they buried it back...

Talking about it, eating and drinking, the three of them have a feeling of being far away from the world and returning to the ancient flood era. After eating and drinking, we played on the river beach for a while, dug up the earth to bury the fire, and then packed the garbage into bags and carried it back to the car.

I waited for another half an hour before meeting with Village Chief Zhao and the others. Village Chief Zhao drove a farm cart, and in addition to a brand-new large coffin, there were also food boxes for offerings.

Zhao Yinyang looked like he hadn't slept for a few days, his dark circles were like the bottom of a wine bottle, and his face was full of anxiety.

"How far will it be?" I asked.

Zhao Yinyang said that along the river embankment to the west, it is almost a hundred miles to walk.

"Is it that far?"

Zhao Yinyang said that the place is very partial, the policy card is not strict, only there is a burial there, and other places burn people as soon as they die, how can they steal the body?

Village Chief Zhao drove the car in front to lead the way, and we followed behind. After walking about thirty or forty miles to the west, we came to a Yangshui station, and behind the Yangshui station was a tributary river that meandered to the north. I feel that this tributary river may be the one behind the village of Village Chief Zhao. In this way, the home of the female corpse in the river where we are present is in a village along the river.

Further west, the road becomes more and more difficult to walk, with twists and turns, potholes, and the Yellow River embankment is close and far away. Hills, and then bare farmland, began to appear along the roadside. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived in that village.

The village is about a mile away from the Yellow River embankment, in front of the village is a large piece of reeds, behind the village is a dirt mountain, under the gloomy sky, looking at the past, most of the village is mud houses, horizontal and vertical, I can't help but be a little disappointed, originally I thought that this village should be a paradise-like place, Zhao Village Chief parked the car in a cemetery outside the village.

Getting out of the car, Zhao Yinyang pointed to a grave and said that the female corpse was dug up from this grave.

"You restored this grave bag?" I asked.

"It's not."

Zhao Yinyang said that he dug up the female corpse, for fear of being revealed, loaded it into the car and ran away, and he didn't care about filling the grave at all. In this case, the grave was filled by the family who lost the woman's body.

"Village chief, we, will we be beaten to death?" Zhao Yinyang glanced at the village and asked.

Village Chief Zhao snorted, "You deserve to be beaten to death, stealing someone's body, are you still afraid of being beaten?" ”

"That's it, you deserve to be beaten." Yang Shujun said to Zhao Yinyang, "Such a lack of morality, if I were this family, it would be strange if I didn't chop you up and feed the dogs." ”

"Really, really?" Zhao Yinyang was so frightened that his face turned white.

"Okay, Uncle Yang, this uncle is about to pee his pants, don't scare him." I said.

Village Chief Zhao threw away the cigarette butt, the muscles in his cheeks bulged, and said, Okay, let's go, enter the village, and the car will stop here first.

When he came to the entrance of the village, Zhao Yinyang's legs were weak, and he couldn't move his steps, so he was scolded by Village Chief Zhao, and walked towards the village with a drag. Not long after the autumn harvest, before it was time to plow, the people in the village were idle at home, and a few old men were squatting under a willow tree smoking dry tobacco and chatting.

"Uncle, I want to ask you something."

The old men looked at us vigilantly.

"What's the matter?" An old man asked.

"That's... That—" The old man's eyes made me uncomfortable, and I suddenly didn't know how to speak.

"Brother, have you lost a corpse in your village?" Village Chief Zhao asked.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and knocked the cigarette pouch pot, "Why are you asking this?" ”

"We're here to return the corpses."

The old men's eyes widened.

"What corpses?"

The village chief married his son Yin Yang and ordered Zhao Yin and Yang to tell a few old men about finding a family. The village chief took the responsibility of stealing the corpse on himself, saying that he instructed it, and Zhao Yinyang moved his hand, and now his conscience is revealed, and he came to return the corpse.

An old man's lips trembled, and he raised his hand to point at the village chief, who had spoken to us earlier and reached out and pressed his arm down.

"Okay, I'll take you to the house where the body was dumped." The old man said coldly.

Judging from the reactions of these old men, things seem to be much stricter than we expected, and I can't help but secretly sweat for Village Chief Zhao and Zhao Yinyang.

The old man led us to a courtyard without a courtyard wall, and an old bell hung from an old elm tree, and the bell rope was swaying by the wind.

I felt something was wrong, and asked suspiciously, "Uncle, where is this, aren't you going to take us to see the family who lost the body?" ”

"Oh, you go inside and wait a while, I'll call the family." The old man said.

The old man led us into a large, spacious and shady room, pointed to a long old chair against the wall, and said, "Sit down for a while, and I'll call someone." As he spoke, he turned and walked outside.

While we were looking at the furnishings of the house, the old man slammed the door shut and plugged it in outside.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked hurriedly.

"What for?" The old man stood outside the door and snorted, "Don't you know what you have done, and you still want to get out of our village today?" ”

"Grandma, tell me clearly, what did we do?" Yang Shujun said.

The old man didn't answer, and the sound of footsteps faded away, and then the bell outside rang out.

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