When I came back from school in the morning, I heard from my mother that your father was doing carpentry work at your uncle's house, and the axe came off and cut off your uncle's head. I heard my head buzz as if something had exploded inside.

I didn't care about eating, so I hurried to my uncle's house. My uncle's family lives in Nanzhuang, a mile away from my house, and when I run to my uncle's house, I am so tired that I can't breathe.

There was no one in my uncle's house, the yard was empty, and there was unsolved wood next to the chainsaw. There was a pile of sawdust on the side, and when I looked down, there was still sticky blood oozing out of the sawdust......

I heard my mother say that every time my father used the axe, he would tighten the axe again seriously, I don't know what was going on today, I just picked up the axe, the axe seemed to disobey the call, took off the handle and flew out, and the uncle had just come out of the house, squatting on the ground to pick up a useless piece of wood, and the axe was pierced impartially, and the place where the uncle was pierced by the axe happened to be the temple......

I was terrified and my legs were like chaff sifting to obey the call, but fortunately, my uncle was immediately put on a neutral tractor by my father and went to the township hospital on Qinghua Street.

Two weeks later, I saw my uncle again, his head was wrapped in thick gauze, and his puffy face was as pale as if it had lost blood. As soon as I saw my uncle like this, I couldn't help crying.

While I was crying, I seemed to see my father again, and in my tears, my father jumped out along the wall of my uncle's house. I followed the direction where my grandfather went out, and I saw my grandfather slowly disappearing into the place where the grave of the old ditch was......

My chili peppers are growing quite well. Not only is it much knotted, but it also tastes glutenless, not too spicy, and seems to have a sweet taste. So in our place, there are often street vendors who come to collect my chili peppers, and of course the prices are often frighteningly low.

Several times, I went to the city with my father and Brother Zhongxiu to sell chili peppers, probably because I didn't know how to drink, so I didn't go anymore after a few trips. In short, it is a fresh and tender good chili, and there is still a lot left every time I come back.

And my father would always go to the consignment store in Xitou to buy some loose wine to drink after he came back, and when he came home, he would always fall asleep and not eat. My mother brought the food to the bed every time, and my father didn't eat it. It is often warmed up this meal, and when it is stacked on the next meal, my father's body gradually collapses.

Later, when the weather was cold, the pepper leaves in the field were knocked off by the frost, and the ripe peppers, red and conspicuous, green and black, were all over the place.

When I came back from school, I also helped my father to pick chili peppers in the field, and I couldn't help but feel sad when I saw that the chili peppers that grew very well could not be sold for a price.

At that time, I didn't have the brains, chili peppers, I could sell them from afar, I didn't have transportation, I could borrow money to buy a motorcycle or something, if at that time, I had such an idea, at least I could save my father's body that was about to collapse, and our family road that was about to fall.

In fact, many years ago, a friend of my father, named Li Zelin, was the first to stop working as a carpenter, and with the tide of the sea, he went to Guangdong to work very early.

I heard that it was a good mix, and within a few days, I built a two-story small house at home. And the father is still bitter and faces the loess with his back to the sky and resigns himself to planting a few acres of crops, in order to be able to guard his two sons and read well.

In fact, Uncle Zelin Li had long persuaded his father to go out and find something to do, with Brother Liu's skills, it would not be a problem to pay more than 100,000 yuan a year, but his father couldn't listen to it at all. is still blindly groping at home to borrow and attack his two sons to study.

While feeding the cattle at home, my father partnered with my uncle to start a band saw business, and with his young strength and strength, he worked so hard, but he couldn't stop the expenses of the two sons.

I borrowed from east and west, and I couldn't borrow anymore, so I found someone to talk to, and went to find Dong Quanfa of Wudao Temple or Dong Quanyou, usury loans, and also found Xing Hesheng of Xing Liying, or what's it called, what kind of private loans are engaged in, in fact, it's usury. Every time I pay the tuition, I can always see my father crying in order to make up for the tuition, which really makes me sad.

My Uncle Li, once came back from the south and rode a big motorcycle, and wanted to chat with my father at home, but he didn't expect that it was raining in the sky, and the dirt road was soaked in a deep foot pit, and his motorcycle fell into the mud.

I remember very well that on the dirt road that had rained at that time, from the village tomb to the old ditch, from the stele bridge to our village, the dirt road could not go to the car or anything at all, and people would have to sink their feet and necks when they walked up.

And Uncle Li drove a very big motorcycle, the motorcycle was shining silver in the sun, but it suddenly fell into the mud, and I specially listened to my father's instructions and went over to help push the cart together.

Uncle Li was very dark, so black that he could only see two rows of white teeth. Uncle Li spoke slowly, very distinctively. Uncle Li came back from the south, dressed fashionably, and the flower shirt and curly hair made me yearn for it.

I remember that day, the wheat on both sides of the dirt road was almost yellow, and the smell of ripe wheat was everywhere, and there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the wind did not know where to hide.

Bursts of heat were steaming on the dirt road, and Uncle Li's motorcycle, which was wearing a flower shirt, got stuck on the dirt road. I followed my father and ran all the way to the place where Uncle Li was stuck in the car. That place was on the west side of the village tomb, and on the south side of my father's grave on the old ditch.

In the small mud puddle on the dirt road, the stagnant water was shining brightly in the sunlight. There was often something like a very thin and long black thread in the mud pit, which would move and roll up, and the black thread would be the same as the thin black wire, but it could still move again and again in the water.

Later, I heard that this thing is a pest that grows in the stomachs of some grasshoppers, and I don't know why there are these puddles on dirt roads.

My father and Uncle Li were pushing and fiddling with the big motorcycle, and I was watching the moving wires in the puddle on the side, passing by a small bridge, and their cars started and drove away slowly, and I was still squatting on the edge of the mud puddle, watching the thin wires move one by one.

I stretched out my hand and grabbed the wire, it felt hard, and when I pinched it with my fingernails, it was still elastic. I pinched off one section, and I could see two thin wires moving one by one.

When I saw my father and the others riding a big motorcycle, about to turn and disappear at the bend of the road, I realized that it was time to go home, so I quickly threw away the thin wire in my hand, shook off my bare feet covered with mud, and chased after them.