The person who dared to come to Wangjia Village to cut down trees was not a bystander, but a demolition team under the jurisdiction of a subordinate agency of the county government, and it was the famous first demolition team.

That day, I had just woken up from a nap, and I was ignorant in the scorching sun in the yard munching on the watermelon my mother had cut for me.

Suddenly, Grandpa's voice came from far away from the back of the courtyard: "Damn, which tree can't be cut, do you have to cut that tree?!" ”

"The village chief is already at the entrance of the village, he asked me to hurry up and call Secretary Wang over, it's too late, those people are all with guys, if you really want to start, you can cut down the tree in three or five minutes!" Listening to the anxious voice, it should be the neighbor's third brother.

"Fuck it!" Grandpa was obviously anxious when he heard this. "What are you doing here, call all the cubs who usually cause trouble, it's too late to pick on them! I'm really afraid that where the stubble will come, I will say that the leaders of the meeting in the township the day before yesterday are not right! ”

After Grandpa finished speaking, he picked up his big cigarette stick and went out, and when he passed by our door, he coughed deliberately, and I heard Grandpa's code, and gnawed the watermelon in his hand cleanly, and sneaked into the hall, and saw that my mother was still sleeping, and sneaked out of the door, laughing and jumping on Grandpa's back.

Grandpa is the village party secretary of our Wangjia Village, named Wang Daosheng, who is just sixty years old after the New Year, and is one of the few people in the village who has gone through the Red Guard era and has served as the village party secretary for several consecutive terms. During the years of his grandfather's tenure, no one in the village had ever starved to death like in the early years, and the life of the villagers gradually became fuller, so he was quite loved by the villagers.

But the most admirable thing about grandpa has nothing to do with his title of village party secretary, but his other identity - local doctor.

The so-called soil doctor is the village doctor, if in ancient times it was called barefoot Langzhong, the emphasis is on a needle and a grass to cure all diseases, my grandfather in the early years relied on self-taught small half of the "Compendium of Materia Medica" to go the world, I have seen a lot of incurable diseases, but also learned a lot of home remedies and soil methods, to show the village people some small diseases and disasters never take a penny, such as whose child cries at night, whose child blinks all day long, or whose child loses his soul and so on.

Grandpa carried me all the way trotting, before I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw that the old plane tree that covered the sky and the sun was already full of people, on one side was the demolition team from the city, on the other hand was the villagers of Wangjia Village, the elderly village chief stood in the middle of the two groups of people and couldn't persuade him, seeing that grandpa was carrying me over, he hurriedly called: "Secretary Wang, you are here, hurry up and persuade them, this tree can't be cut down!" ”

"Why can't you cut it? Whether it's the county documents or the construction drawings, this tree has to be cut down, and you tell me that this is a spiritual tree, where is the spirit? If there is a spirit, let it talk to me now, if it says it can't be cut, I'll turn around and leave! ”

The person who spoke was none other than the captain of the demolition team, Chen Santian. Chen Santian is just his alias, I don't know his real name, the reason why he is called Chen Santian is because the work he receives has always been completed within three days, at that time the demolition team was much more ruthless than the current urban management, in order to pull out the nail households, they did not make less trouble, this Chen Santian took the work of Wangjia Village when he heard that the Wangjia villagers were fierce, so he brought a few more ruthless people, the county leaders specially told him to cut down the old trees at the head of Wangjia Village, Chen Santian did not care, thinking that a tree can be anything strange? Just cut down the tree first.

This old plane tree in Wangjia Village is famous for ten miles and eight villages, but it is not yet famous to the whole county to know, when the four old periods were broken, I don't know how many Red Guards wanted to cut down this tree to invite merit, and finally had to give up, so many years have passed, a group of old cadres who are about to retire are anxiously red-eyed, and they have to cut down this tree that is said to be miraculous.

Grandpa put me off his back and said to Chen Sansan: "Captain Chen, this demolition was notified a week ago, and I also convened a meeting of the villagers, and everyone responded to the call of the country. ”

Chen Santian looked up and looked down on people and said: "Secretary Wang, you are a member of the public family, and you take the lead in feudal superstition, so you are not afraid that the above will send someone to check your style?" ”

Grandpa was silent after hearing Chen Sansan's words, put the cigarette stick into the tobacco pouch, scooped a pinch of tobacco leaves, and slowly lit it.

Chen Tiantian thought that his grandfather was afraid, and his face was even more arrogant, he glanced at me, who was only as tall as his grandfather's thighs, and said condescendingly: "It's already the 90s of the 20th century, you tell me about these gods and ghosts, a village cadre doesn't want to do something practical for the country and the people all day long, and actually wants to confront the government with some crooked superstitious things, don't you think about it for your little grandson?!" ”

Chen Sanangel is used to posing in front of people, while playing an official tone, while making small threats to others, grandpa heard Chen Sansan's words, his face suddenly became ugly, he took two puffs of his big cigarette stick, grabbed Chen Sansan's neck violently, and picked him up!

Yes, grandpa picked up Chen Sansan, who was more than 200 catties, with one hand in front of everyone, like carrying a chicken.

Not only was Chen Santian startled, but the group of people brought by Chen Santian were shocked, and even the villagers of Wangjia Village were shocked, although his grandfather was burly and famous for his strength when he was young, but no one expected him to be so strong.

Grandpa's action made a group of people behind Chen Tiantian jump to the ground and rush over, and several brothers from the village standing behind Grandpa also surrounded him, all holding shovels and kitchen knives in their hands.

At this moment, Chen Sansan, who was still being carried in the air by his grandfather, suddenly stretched out his hand behind his waist and felt out a black thing, everyone could see that it was a pistol!

It's just that before Chen Santian could hold the gun steadily, the gun was in his grandfather's hands, and a group of people behind Chen Santian retreated, seeing that Chen Santian had been pinched by his grandfather and rolled his eyes, but his grandfather put Chen Santian down.

"Captain Chen, there are some things that you can't say to anyone." Grandpa regained his pleasant face, drove Chen Sansan, who was squatting on the ground and coughing violently, helped him tidy up the collar of his shirt and said, "It's easy to say that you can demolish the house or cut down the tree, don't scare the children, right?" ”

Chen Tiantian was stunned, standing tremblingly in front of his grandfather, the corner of his eye skimmed the gun still in his grandfather's hand, and nodded.

"Oh, you didn't remind me, but I forgot!" As he spoke, Grandpa handed the gun to Chen Sansan. "Captain Chen, take the gun well, be careful not to go too far, it's all mixed food, there's no need to hurt the harmony, right?"

Chen Santian nodded again, his face was ugly, and his grandfather patted Chen Santian on the shoulder twice and said, "This tree, you can cut it if you want." ”

After Grandpa finished speaking, a noisy voice came from the people of Wangjia Village: "Secretary Wang, the ancestor said that this tree can't be cut!" ”

"People are holding the red-headed documents in the county in their hands, and they don't see that they still bring the underworld over? Don't cut down trees and cut you down? ”

Grandpa said and led me aside, Chen Santian came to his senses, glanced at his grandfather resentfully, and then gestured behind him.

The construction team immediately got busy, and more than a dozen people each put two strange large machines on both sides of the old tree, and one of the lumberjacks shouted: "The villagers all give way, the trees are high and smashing people!" ”

Hearing the worker's words, everyone hurriedly retreated, and the village chief sighed and said, "Secretary Wang, let them cut down the tree?" I'm afraid something is going to happen! ”

Grandpa said expressionlessly: "This is his life." ”

With a long, loud "buzzing" sound, between the two huge machines, the gears that rotated at high speed were transmitted from one end of the fuselage to the other without any pause.

"Pull!" The lumberjack shouted, and the trailer that had been prepared in the distance stepped on the accelerator, and the thick rope tied to the old branch was stretched straight in an instant.

This ancient plane tree, which has stood for thousands of years, finally fell.

However, when the plane tree collapsed, everyone exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly retreated, including Chen Sansan, who had just recovered.

For in the huge stump of the old plane tree, there was a blackbird the size of an eagle squatting, the head and body of the blackbird had been separated, blood was gurgling from the neck, and the two wings were flapped a few times, and it was a long time before it stopped.

Beneath the blackbird's huge wings, several black things wriggled and made a dull cooing sound, their hair was thin and black, stained with blood, and suddenly, a black thing rolled out of the stump, its eyes bulging forward from between the hairs, covered with bloodshots, and fell straight down with a coo.

The moment it fell to the ground, I saw a pale, human face beneath its long, blackened hair.