Just like me now, I went to our ancestral grave alone at noon to play, and if my parents knew, they would definitely teach me a lesson in a loud voice, and as for beating me, it wouldn't, and I didn't make any trouble, at most they warned me to run there less.

I also know that although this is our family's ancestral grave, after all, it is a place where there is no one in the field, and the graveyard is too yin, who knows what will go wrong.

All things can't stand to be thought about repeatedly, and if you think about it like this, you will lose the original fun of this thing. So, I didn't think about it, although I had just seen the giant picking out his eyeballs as bubbles, but in the blink of an eye, I forgot about it again, and I was bent on finding a few dead cannons to play with.

But my idea was in vain, I went around the grave of my lord, I looked carefully, including the cracks there, I would lie down and take a closer look, but it backfired, I never found one!

Could it be that my relatives are so poor and sour that they come to the grave to worship without even a firecracker? Of course, this possibility is not ruled out, but when I go to the grave in the next year, I remember that my fathers would come with a whip no matter what, but what about the crumbs of the firecrackers that were burned, were they blown away by the wind?

I have the impression that although the northeast wind blows all the time here, you said that the kind of whirlwind that can sweep away all kinds of things is not very common, so the crumbs of the firecrackers will not be blown so clean.

I turned around, and when I didn't find a single dead cannon, I went back to the middle of the three zigzag graves, and looked at the three graves, except for the red firecrackers that loomed in the grass next to the grave, I really didn't find any trace of the firecrackers that had been fired.

I reluctantly looked at the side graves, and it was the same, and it seemed even more straightforward, they didn't even have a firecracker on their side!

Forget it, I just thought it was a trip for nothing, the sun was so hot that my throat was about to burst into flames, I was a little disappointed, thinking that I had to hurry home and rush to the well to pour a well water.

Since I can't find the Yin Death Cannon I was looking for in the ancestral grave, then what am I still wandering around here, in case someone passing by sees me wandering around this grave, not to mention that I am insane.

So I looked up and looked around on the dirt road on the side, there was no one, it was okay, and it was not too late for me to go out and run home. So, I clapped my hands together a few times, rubbed them together, and prepared to walk out along the mountain pass of the peanut field with my feet raised.

It was here that I saw a man walking slowly along the east side of the north-south moat at the head of the peanut field, from north to south. The man had a gray handkerchief tied around his head, and a small basket on his left arm, and I didn't see what it contained.

The man was walking slowly south along the river. I can't tell whether this person is a man or a woman, and the way he walks is very similar to the old sullen daughter-in-law in our village, whom I call her the second sister-in-law. But I couldn't see it clearly, the handkerchief was wrapped around my head.

I saw that someone was coming, so I didn't go out of the ground, and I thought that when this person had passed, I would come out. I stood in the middle of the zigzag graves, separated by these graves, and I guess the man could not see me.

I just stood there, my eyes slowly twisting my head as the man moved. The man didn't go fast, and walked south, step by step, bit by step. I watched as he was holding the basket, swaying back and forth as he walked.

I can't see this man's face clearly, I don't know what this man is doing in the field with a small basket in the middle of the day, and he is alone. All my attention was drawn to this man, and I thought, I must see, what are you doing?

I had several thoughts in my head, either this man had food in his basket and was going to go up to the ground to deliver food. Either it is loaded with fruits and vegetables picked in the field, and if you don't go home, where are you going? Or, I can't think of it, this is not a New Year's holiday, what are you going to do on such a hot day with a handkerchief on your head?

As I said, from the head of my ancestral grave, along the East River, less than two miles to the southeast, is the stone tablet bridge that people say is very evil, but I have never gone down to this bridge alone. After all, the river under the bridge still has a certain depth and the current is relatively turbulent, I am a landlubber child, but I dare not rush down, in case it is washed away.

But now, this man, just like that, walked along the river of the moat until he reached the peanut field of my ancestral grave, and then went to the dirt road in the field, turned east, and walked for a while, and when he reached the edge of the east river, he turned around and went south, and went on all the way.

From the middle of the zigzag grave where I stood, I never saw the man's feet, for the fields were full of crops, whether they were low sweet potato stalks or slightly taller peanut stalks, which were enough to cover the man below his knees.

Just as the man turned around again and walked south along the East River Rim, I saw clearly that the man paused slightly, twisted his head in my direction, and then seemed to nod his head slightly, and then slowly turned his head back and walked down.

Although I am so far away, I can already see this man's face clearly, this is a man's face, his head is tied with a gray handkerchief, his face is black and gray, and his facial features on it are also very clear, he is clearly the father of the little chicken baby.

I know, my name is uncle, and this family lives in the northeast corner of our Zhuangzi. I don't know what's going on, his white-looking little wife, who is red and tender, suddenly got a kind of madness, often in the middle of the night, three watches, a person ran to the gray wheat field in the northeast corner of Zhuangzi, while singing and dancing softly, while singing softly.

I also heard that no one could understand the words she sang, and no one could see her dance, but the family never knew that she would run out in the middle of the night and dance and sing, until later, a guy who came to the village to steal chickens saw it, and was so frightened that he ran to the village along the wheat field, and shouted loudly while running, so that the little chicken baby and his father woke up.

After the man woke up, he found that his little wife was missing, and then he hurriedly ran out to look for it, and finally found his little wife in the wheat field, dancing and singing.