I was born on the Midyear Festival, and that night, the six animals were restless, and the wind howled like a ghost crying wolf. Everyone said I wouldn't live to be eighteen.

Scold! Why should my life be decided by someone else?

My story has to start with my mother!

My mother is from the Northeast, and because of her two uncles, the family doesn't like her.

She had fled to Sichuan Province, and when my grandfather saw her, she fainted on the ridge of the village, fainting from hunger.

Grandpa was kind-hearted and took her in. My dad's brute tricked my mom into the field at midnight, on the haystack...... With me.

It was only after my mother's belly grew that the family found out, and my grandfather took the plunge to marry them.

Speaking of which, this is also considered providence, if it weren't for my grandfather taking my mother in, my father would have been a bachelor for the rest of his life.

My grandparents are all earning dead people's money, and they are famous immortals. Because of this, no one wants to marry their daughter to my father.

Actually, my grandfather didn't want my parents to be together. I heard my grandfather say that my mother's family also earns dead money, and she is a very famous recruiter in the Northeast.

The circle of recruiters is very complicated, and in my father's words, our family can't afford to mess with it.

My mother wrote back several times, saying that she was married, and her family did not reply.

I originally thought that this family would go on uneventfully until the night of the Midyear Festival in the nineties, which was the day I was born.

My mom tripped over the threshold when she went back to her room, and she was only seven months pregnant with me, but her water broke.

My grandmother is not only a great immortal, but also a stable woman, and while she is busy delivering babies, she is chanting "mantras" in her mouth.

Grandpa knelt in the hall and tied a straw man with straw (straw), and kept kneeling to the straw man.

Grandpa is proficient in the I Ching gossip, can use straw men to carry the bad luck of the living, and can also resolve the grievances of the dead, and people in ten miles and eight towns call him a living immortal.

But after that night, Grandpa never pierced a straw man for anyone, and no one knew what happened that night.

I was born prematurely, and my health has always been very poor, and people in the village say that this baby is not big.

I didn't learn to walk until I was three years old, and I didn't speak until I was five years old. When I was five years old, my grandfather died, and the first thing I said was grandpa.

I will never forget that night, my grandfather was carried by my father to the coffin in the back mountain, and I was asked to stay and keep the vigil.

I knelt beside the coffin with a white cloth on my head and listened to what my grandfather had spoken to me all night. Strangely, when I woke up, I couldn't remember what my grandfather had told me.

When I was ten years old, my grandmother also left me, and she told me everything on her deathbed.

She said that I was born on the Midyear Festival, and when the door of ghosts was opened, countless little ghosts wanted to stay in the yang world, so they would send their souls to the children born at that hour.

That night, my grandfather pierced three straw men, and all of them spontaneously combusted, which means that none of the three straw men could bear the bad luck of me.

In the end, my grandfather transferred all his bad luck to himself, and this is how I survived.

Sounds outrageous, and I don't believe it. The old Chinese medicine doctor in the village said that his grandfather never left his cigarette stick, and he smoked leaf tobacco (dry tobacco) all his life, and he died of tuberculosis.

Not long after my grandparents died, someone came to my mother's house. My grandfather, with my two uncles, forcibly took my mother away.

Naturally, my dad disagreed, and wanted to stop it, but was beaten by my two uncles and threatened my dad.

If you dare to find my mother again, you will report to the police to accuse my father of abducting and trafficking women. My dad was scared of the beating, so he didn't dare to stop him.

Before leaving, my grandfather grabbed my hand to check my pulse, groped for a while on me, and finally dropped a sentence.

If I can live past the age of eighteen, I can go to the Northeast to find him and report the name of Huang Jiuye directly.

To this day, I still remember my grandfather's strange face, plush and three tails behind him, which I have never dared to talk to anyone.

Not long after my mom was taken away, my dad went crazy.

After my mom left, not only did I have to go to school, but I also had to go home to farm, feed the pigs, and take care of my dad.

I was only 10 years old that year, and I hated my grandfather in the face of a shattered home. I swore in my heart that I would take revenge on him and bring my mother back.

It wasn't until I was fifteen years old that I was in my third year of junior high school. Because my grades have always been very good, the head teacher asked me to live in the school and study at night, after all, in those days, reading was the only way to change my fate.

The head teacher also knew about the situation in my family, and persuaded me bitterly, but after thinking about it, I still agreed.

It was also during that summer vacation that my fate was completely changed.

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The college students of the old Yang family in the village came back and brought a girlfriend. The whole village crowded into Uncle Yang's house to watch the college students, and I also went to join in the fun.

When I saw Brother Xiao Yang's girlfriend, I understood the true purpose of this gang of LSP.

In retrospect, the female college students in the city are indeed beautiful, with melon seed faces, willow eyebrows, white and tender faces, just like being able to wring out water.

It's like the woman in our village, facing the loess with her back to the sky, and she is like pot smoke and ink (pot ash).

I thought to myself, I also want to be admitted to college and find a female college student to be my mother-in-law.

However, what I didn't expect was that my first time was actually given to this woman, which is a later story, and I will say it slowly.

On the same day, Uncle Yang invited a pig killer to slaughter more than 200 catties of fat pigs at home, and the dozen chickens he raised were also cleanly killed.

Everyone in the village is eating at Uncle Yang's house, and the food is very lively, only I feel that something is wrong.

In our time, feeding pigs was the main source of income for a family, followed by raising chickens and laying eggs.

Aunt Yang is a well-known picker in the village, and she didn't stop Uncle Yang.

There was an accident the next day, and Uncle Yang died at home. A doctor came to the town and said it was a myocardial infarction.

Everyone in the village knows that Uncle Yang has always been in poor health, but now that his son has been admitted to college and brought back his girlfriend, he has no regrets in his heart, so he left with confidence.

Brother Xiao Yang was very sad, and bought a coffin in the town that day, and he was going to bury Uncle Yang.

The old people in the village began to block it, and the death of a person is a big deal, and the burial must be exquisite.

You have to ask Mr. Yin and Yang to look at feng shui and measure the time. Please ask the pulpit master (Dharma teacher) to do it, so that you can enter the earth for peace.

Brother Xiao Yang is a college student, and the idea he accepts is to defeat all cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, how can he believe this. I found a few uncles who worked hard to help, and began to build graves in the back mountain.

It is also strange to say that the back mountains are dry, the dry ground is cracked, and the sorghum cannot be planted. As a result, a few hoes went down, and the water came straight up, and it was still golden.

Brother Xiao Yang didn't believe in evil, so he changed places again, but after a few hoes, he began to bubble gold again.

It wasn't until the third place that there was no accident, and Uncle Yang was buried safely.

But it didn't take long for the accident to happen. Old Aunt Yang died of a stroke, and Brother Yang had a car accident in the city, and no one grabbed it back.

The people in the village pooled money to find Mr. Yin and Yang and invited the pulpit master, and their graves turned out to be the two pits dug by Brother Xiao Yang before.