Uncle Deng said, here's the thing, the female dependent you just talked about is actually my grandmother. She is a third room, and after my grandfather married her, he was actually very pampered and took care of her in everything. As a result, my third grandfather went up the mountain to hi Brother Pao, and the number of times he went home was very small, and every time he came back, he only knew how to ask his grandfather for money. After that, I don't know what to do, so the third grandfather wrapped up my grandmother. "Wrapped", the meaning of Sichuan dialect is probably the meaning of hooking up. Uncle Deng continued, not only that, but when the third grandfather came back the last, he also said that he was going to elope with my grandmother, but when he was halfway through, my grandfather asked the officers and soldiers in the county government to arrest him, and the third grandfather ran away and never came back since.

Uncle Deng said, and later, my grandmother was going to die or live after she was caught, and I begged my grandfather for forgiveness. At that time, even if they were landlords and rich people, they were actually very traditional in their bones, and this kind of thing of their brothers digging the foot of the wall was dirty to say. "Dirty team" means to be embarrassed. Uncle Deng said that just when my grandfather was about to start the family law, my grandmother said that she was already pregnant with a child in her belly.

Although everyone was very suspicious of the child's origin at that time, the grandfather couldn't figure out whether the child was his own or the third. But no matter what, it was the blood and blood of the Deng family, and after enduring it, I left my grandmother behind. My grandmother gave birth to a son, who is my father. Not long after giving birth, my grandmother quietly took my father to escape, and was arrested again, this time she did not continue to beg for mercy, but scolded my grandfather, and she said that my father was actually the flesh and blood of the third grandfather, and it had nothing to do with the grandfather, but the grandfather heard her say this, and felt very ashamed in front of the whole family, so this time he moved the family law. I picked out my hands and feet, cut my tongue, and gouged out an eye, together with the two long-term workers that my grandmother brought with me when she married into the Deng family, and dug three vertical pits on the Yin Po four miles away from home and buried them alive.

Speaking of this, Uncle Deng pointed to Master Deng and said, that shady slope is behind the mountain behind Yang Moumou's house.

The so-called shady slope, in fact, refers to the back sunny slope that does not bask in the sun, which is generally cold and damp, and in the same way, this practice is undoubtedly a curse, expressing the unforgiveness of the grandfather of the Deng family to his third aunt. After all, in those days, human life was not valuable, especially women and the poor. In fact, after listening to this, I think it is enough, in my heart it is enough to prove that the three second sticks who pestered the girl are the third aunt of the Deng family, and the rest is that they need to find the place where the three of them were buried, and then guide or disperse them. When I was about to open my mouth to ask where Uncle Deng was buried alive, Hu Zongren suddenly stretched out his hand to stop me, and then said to Uncle Deng, Uncle, you go on.

Uncle Deng said that later the grandfather couldn't tell whether my father was his own child or the third grandfather's child, because the three brothers looked very similar to each other when they looked at the photos, and my father looked very much like my father, so I wanted to lose it and was afraid that I would lose it. Hu Zongren said that there are still photos, which is really foreign. You must know that those who had the conditions to take photos in that era were not ordinary people. Uncle Deng stood up and said, you wait, I'll go get you the picture.

Before we could say yes, he turned around and went into the house, and then there was a sound of rummaging through the room. Soon he came out with a crumpled book, probably about the size of our elementary school composition, with the four big characters "Deng Family Tree" written on the cover with a brush. Uncle Deng opened the family tree, and I saw a dense collection of fly-headed letters, and after turning a few pages, I was sandwiched with a yellowed old photo. The photo is black and white, it looks wrinkled, and the wrinkled parts are already a little discolored, Uncle Deng handed us the photo and said, you see, this is the group photo of the ancestors of our Deng family when the family business was at its peak.

I don't know if I have a unique eye for the sense of the era, because I always feel that the people of that era seem to look the same. The background of the photo looks like an ancestral hall, because the ancestral tablets are densely placed, and there are incense candlesticks, there are a total of eight people in the photo, six adults and two children, sitting in the middle is a man wearing a typical landlord's clothes, that is naturally the eldest man of the Deng family, with his legs spread, his hands pressed on his knees, and there is a cylindrical wrench on the thumb of his left hand. Although it is a black and white photo, it is not difficult to see that the jade is of high quality, and it should be worth a lot of money if it is left until now. His hair was loose, and judging from the way he looked at the ends of his hair, he should have just cut his braids. Beside him sat a richly dressed woman, and beside the woman stood a little boy who looked to be six or seven years old. Presumably that is the original wife and eldest son, that is, Uncle Deng's uncle. Behind the eldest lord stood two men side by side, one was wearing a military uniform, heroic and cool, it was the clothes of the former warlord officers and soldiers, and there were many medals pinned to the left chest. The other man also stood straight, but between his eyebrows, he looked like a child, so it was naturally the third master. On the right hand side of the second master stood another slightly chubby woman, holding a baby in her arms, who looked about two years old, and there was another younger woman in the photo, not to say too much, who looked like she was only in her teens. She stood on the left hand side of the third master, and Uncle Deng pointed to the woman next to the third master and said, This young one is my grandmother.

Hu Zongren said to me after looking at the photo, why didn't people smile when they took pictures at that time, they had a straight face, and they lost playing mahjong? I smiled and didn't answer him, from the photo, I could feel the strict hierarchy of the elders and youngsters of this family, and from the standing, the third master and the third aunt were standing together, it seemed that they had expected it. Uncle Deng said that this photo has been preserved for so many years of turmoil, and my grandfather said that this is really a home.

Speaking of this, he suddenly felt gloomy, after all, the past cannot be returned, and Hu Zongren and I can't point fingers even if we are not outsiders to the various problems caused by the times. After listening to the story of Uncle Deng's family, which is full of the atmosphere of the old times, Hu Zongren said to Uncle Deng, uncle, please take us to the place where you buried your grandmother. This guy stole my lines.

Because it was dug and buried alive, that is to say, the third aunt and the two long-term workers did not die when filling the soil, and standing to die itself is very ominous, which means to curse them to be cattle and horses in the next life, because cows and horses have stood for a lifetime, and they will lie down when they die, which is indeed lacking in virtue enough. Uncle Deng said that he only knew an approximate location of the road, and for so many years he was strictly ordered by family rules not to worship the third aunt, until later people wanted to find this tomb but couldn't find it. Hu Zongren said to Uncle Deng, it doesn't matter, as long as there is an approximate location, my brother can find it.

So Uncle Deng also rode his own motorcycle, and the four of us took two motorcycles, and I finally didn't have to endure Hu Zongren's small movements, so I still gave this treatment to Uncle Deng. When passing by Aunt Deng's house, I told Aunt Deng to let her watch her daughter, and if she regained consciousness later, she would call Hu Zongren as soon as possible, and then there was a bumpy road, and when we arrived at a place where there was no way to go, Uncle Deng waved a machete in front of me to cut off the branches and thorns on the road, and led us around to the shady slope. After continuing to walk for a while, Uncle Deng compared the opposite hill from a distance, and then said, it is probably this area, and I can't find the specific location.

Hu Zongren asked Uncle Deng to borrow a machete and cut the thorns in front of me, while I followed behind with a compass to check it. It took nearly two hours to find it. If I had used a compass, I wouldn't even know that this was a grave, and I couldn't tell that the ground had already been flattened by the perennial rain. Hu Zongren asked me if I was sure it was here. I said yes, unless their Deng family had buried someone else alive. Actually, I was joking, and the reaction on the compass was exactly the same as what I had found at the girl's father's grave at the beginning. Hu Zongren said that's good, let's start it, Hu Zongren cut down all the messy dead branches around, because we didn't want to start a mountain fire, and then he spread his sack on the ground, and then spread three stacks of the same amount of money paper, because we didn't know who was in these three pits, so we dealt with them together.

Hu Zongren lit incense and candles, and drew three circles on the three points I told him earlier, meaning that this is the first time in decades that someone has burned paper for you, and you don't have to compete with others in the future, so you can go wherever you want. Drawing circles actually means "drawing the ground as a dungeon", which is to give a range and let them in on their own. Then Hu Zongren recited a mantra to send the soul, and after burning three piles of money paper, Hu Zongren put all the burned paper ashes into the gossip bag, and then tied the rope of the bag.

At this time, Aunt Deng called, her tone was full of surprise, saying that her daughter had woken up. Hu Zongren said That's good, I'm tired of you preparing to pay the honorarium, we will collect the money and leave.

At the door of Aunt Deng's house, they insisted on asking us to stay for dinner before leaving, otherwise they would not give money, which made Hu Zongren lose his temper, but for the sake of such enthusiasm, we still stayed for dinner. After saying goodbye to Aunt Deng's house and Master Deng and Uncle Deng, we drove down the mountain. Uncle Deng patted the car window and said to Hu Zongren before leaving, he will often come to play in the future, his tone is ambiguous, I don't know if Hu Zongren did something to him when he was in his car. Hu Zongren said to Uncle Deng, don't forget the songs I taught you to sing, and you have to spread the songs of your Deng family all over the village.

Afterwards, I asked Hu Zongren, what kind of song? He said it was the song on TV. I said how to sing it? He said Deng! Deng Deng Deng Deng! Then Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed.

On the way back to Chongqing overnight, I asked Hu Zongren, have you counted how many souls you have received in your gossip bag? He said that he hadn't counted carefully, how many dead people had fate with him, and there was a place for them in this bag. I asked Hu Zongren again, then what will you do after their Zhou Tian's anger is eliminated? Hu Zongren said to me with a smile, do you know that Taoism and Taoism emphasize feng shui, these dead souls will become wind, become water, and so on, stay around, isn't that the most comfortable place?

When the car drove to Hechuan and was about to get on the highway, I found that I ran out of gas. So he forcibly snatched a few hundred yuan from Hu Zongren's honorarium and refueled at the first service station on the road. Not long after leaving the gas station, Hu Zongren suddenly turned off the music I was playing, and I was about to ask him which tendon is wrong with you, I don't know if I doze off if I don't listen to the song when I drive at night, Hu Zongren suddenly patted my arm and said:

"We seem to have been followed."