Last Wednesday, my grandfather called me to say that a second uncle in my hometown had passed away and asked me to go back on the weekend.

This second uncle is not my own uncle, it is estimated that he is in Wufu, and he has a lot of contact with our family. When I was younger, he liked me very much, and often made some small bows and arrows and took out a few sparrow nests for me. The thought of his death also made my heart empty.

Because I work in Qingdao, I usually only go back to my hometown every month or so. This time I went back to the city and stayed with my parents for the night, and the next morning I arrived at my hometown.

Our hometown is in the west of the city, which happens to be the connection point between the two cities, and the location is awkward. I set off in the morning, and it was almost noon when I arrived at my hometown.

According to the custom in rural Shandong, it is generally necessary to keep a vigil for three days. But nowadays, people are not very particular, and most of the young people in the countryside go out to work, and no one has spare time to spend it.

The son of the second uncle, who is my cousin, kowtowed to all the people who came to mourn, and after reciting some necessary rituals such as the horse paperwork, he prepared to bury the second uncle the next day after only one night.

Originally, I wanted to go back to the city that night, and when I was about to pack up and leave, the big black dog raised by my grandfather, poor Baba, hummed and chirped in front of me and didn't let me go. This black dog was bought from the bird market for fifteen yuan when I was a child, and I raised it myself for a few days in the city, and then my parents did not agree with me to raise it, so I let it go to my hometown. Although I have only been raised for a few days, I have a surprisingly good relationship, and every time I go back to my hometown, I scream happily and jump up and lick my face.

As soon as I touched the black dog's head, I saw someone push the yard away and said to my grandfather: Uncle Xintian (my grandfather's name is Qian Xintian), go and have a look! Something happened!

I know this person, his name is Qian Liqin, and he is a cousin of the deceased second uncle.

Then he immediately said to me: Xiao Minzi, you have to use your car, it is important to save people, thank you!

I usually drive a used SUV. I know that the roads in the countryside are not easy to walk, it rains and it is muddy, and other people's car chassis can't run low.

When the two got into the car, they said that the second uncle's house was on fire, and it may have been caused by burning candles, paper money, etc. There were also injuries. Calling 120 is too slow, so you have to find a car to send to the hospital quickly. A lot of people walked back to the city, and the rest of the people were cars, and it had just rained, and my "jeep" could run.

We rushed to the house of the deceased second uncle, and sure enough, we saw the skyrocketing fire. I followed the two of them out of the car and saw a group of people frantically rushing around, a group of girls with basins and panicking to get tap water from the kitchen faucet on the side. There was a well in the second uncle's house, and a gentleman pressed the well hard and quickly, and several anxious young men next to him carried buckets.

Most of the houses in the countryside are sitting in the north and facing south, and the second uncle's house is still a mud wall in the early years, and you can feel the heat emitted by the mud after being roasted from a long distance.

I didn't dare to get too close, and from a distance, it was not elsewhere that was on fire, but the second uncle's spiritual shed and the north room. I didn't know what to think at the time, and there was an out-of-tune voice in my head saying: It's over, the second uncle hasn't ascended to heaven yet, and he's going to change to barbecue first.

My grandfather worked as a village party secretary before he retired, and he was relatively knowledgeable among the old men in the village. He immediately commanded people to put out the fire, asked people to carry the injured into the car, and said to me: Xiao Minzi, take him to the hospital quickly!

I looked like the second uncle's cousin, and his head had become a blood gourd. Everyone said a word, and some people covered his head, and I didn't listen carefully how he was injured, as if he had burned down the north room, after all, the muddy wall smashed my cousin.

I hurriedly put down the seats in the back of the car, lit the fire, and waited for everyone to put the wounded in and close the door, and two more people came up, one of which was Uncle Liqin who came to inform. There is another one, I don't know a man about 30 years old, looking at his dark and thin appearance, it is estimated that he may be a relative or friend of my cousin.

I wasn't familiar with how to get from the village to the town health center, so Uncle Liqin sat in the passenger seat and gave me directions. Just walked out a few kilometers, there was a section of muddy road through the cemetery of the next village, just into the mud less than ten meters, like the wheels slipped, how could not be moved.

I hurriedly got out of the car to check. It was dark, and there were no street lights on the dirt roads in the countryside, only a beam of light shining forward from the car. I could see the shadows of the trees around me swaying from side to side under the influence of the wind. There is still a squirming movement around from time to time, and the atmosphere is the same as a fucking horror movie.

The wheels were stuck in a mud puddle that wasn't too deep. My car has a four-wheel drive differential locking function, as long as it is not particularly extreme road conditions, the ability to get out of trouble is still okay. This kind of small pothole, I usually can rush out with one foot of the accelerator, and today it is strange to slip in this situation. Uncle Liqin said to me: Min, I look at your brother, you hurry up and find a few stones to pad the wheels.

I turned on my phone's flash and hurried to find something like a stone or a twig. Next to this piece of land is called woodland in our local language, but it is actually a cemetery. Generally, a family in a village will use the same woodland, which means that the ancestral grave is planned in a bit of a circle. I searched for a while, but I only found a few corn stalks, which were not strong, and they would crumble when they were crushed, and it seemed that I had to find something hard.

At this time, I saw stones and bricks pressed with paper money on the heads of the parts in front of me. I didn't care so much in a panic, so I picked up a few red bricks and walked back.

Back to the car, I put the stalks and the broken bricks and gravel under the left rear wheel, knocked on the cab door again, and said to Uncle Liqin: Gently step on the accelerator and hit the steering wheel a little!

The right rear wheel of the pad I had given the pad turned rapidly, and a whole piece of red brick under the wheel was quickly squeezed and rubbed, and soon shattered into small pieces. It stirred up muddy water, like a pool of blood flowing out.

At this time, I heard my cousin in the car moaning: It hurts me to death! I'm so uncomfortable!

The more my cousin shouted at me, the more anxious I became, so I asked Uncle Liqin to drive, and I stood behind the car to check the situation, and tried my best to push a few times by the way.

After about three or four attempts, the car finally got out of trouble. I looked at the small pit that I had laid out the stone bricks, it was indeed not big, because the red bricks were relatively broken, the whole small mud pit turned red, it was strange that my 4WD car would be trapped in this kind of small pit.

I hurriedly drove, Uncle Liqin sat in the co-pilot, and the black thin man didn't say anything all the way, just sat in the back seat to take care of my cousin. According to the road that Uncle Liqin pointed out to me, this path kept going forward, and I saw a few cement piers and turned right to Shenjiazhuang, which was not far from the town.

My cousin didn't moan anymore since I got in the car, I was afraid that my cousin wouldn't be able to hold on, and he had taken his driving skills to the extreme, although the dirt roads in the countryside were potholes, and I didn't care about the bumps, I still drove fast.

After driving like this for more than twenty minutes, the front began to be foggy. The high beams could only reach about 10 meters, so I slowed it down a bit. Uncle Liqin said: Xiaomin, where have you gone? Why hasn't it arrived yet?