I don't know who picked up the bricks on the top of the machine well room, and only one empty kroner remained. My grandmother once told me about an incident that happened here, and it was only when I arrived here that I suddenly remembered it.

This place did not have a machine well room before. At that time, it was already autumn harvest time, but it was already very cold, and the bread in the field was ripe, but it had not yet been broken and brought home.

At that time, it was a production team, collectively farming, and collecting land for autumn harvest. Therefore, when it comes to the busy farming season, the team will arrange people to go to the field to see the slope. It means to prevent people from stealing crops from the fields or animals from coming out to spoil the crops.

On this night, it was the turn of the two blacks in the village to go to the field to see the slope. partnered with him is Zhuang Dongtou's second son. Erbei went to Laogou in the middle of the night and didn't come back, so Erhei went to the field alone.

Erhei, what is his real name, I don't remember. I remember that Erhei is actually not black at all, with a white face, a tall man, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the whole person looks very neat.

There is one point, this Erhei has passed thirty and has not yet married, maybe because the family is too poor, or it may be the reason why Erhei is running around.

Erhei, this person, is extremely powerful, the tendons and flesh on his body are pimples and pimples, he is not afraid of heaven and earth, where he goes, as long as he disagrees with each other, he picks up the guy by the way, and he fights with others, which is strange, and he can often win. So when he walked to a nearby village, as long as he knew someone, he would give Erhei a little bit of thin noodles.

It was dark, and it was dark, so I set off alone on the way to the stele bridge. When he set off, Erhei put a long cigarette pouch in his waist, and held a burning twist made of grain whiskers in his hand, for fear of extinguishing, he walked for a while, blew on the burning twist, and when he saw the spark coming out, he knew that this thing had not been extinguished.

Later, when he was about to arrive at the stele bridge, he didn't notice that the northeast wind had already blown loudly, and the direction he was walking was due east.

Erhei saw that this burning twist was about to burn down, so he hurriedly threw it to the ground, afraid that this thing would ignite the hay and crops on the side of the road, so he immediately raised his big foot and stepped on this burning twist, and crushed it for a long time, until the burning twist was completely gone, and then he reached into his sleeve and walked forward slowly.

The northeast wind was blowing, and the leaves of the dried crops on both sides of the road were blown by the wind, making a rattling sound, which was particularly harsh in the middle of the night. Erhei doesn't matter, I just think that this ghost is blowing northeast wind, why is it getting colder and colder.

He inadvertently looked at the sky, and the stars that were still shining just now were no longer visible. I guess it's going to snow. He muttered to himself, and in a short time he came to the side of the stele bridge, the face of which, in the darkness of the night, could still be seen in a vague white, with a deep pool of black water on one side and a gently flowing river on the other.

Erhei thought, if it was summer, he could plop up and jump into this deep pool to take a beautiful bath, and then play with the fierce son for a while, and then go to see more. But now it's such a cold winter in the middle of the night, Erhei doesn't want to be frozen to death by this boundless northeast wind. Erhei tightened the jacket on his body, slowly paced across the stele bridge, and prepared to go to the southeast, that is, the mass grave.

From west to east, after crossing the stele bridge, there is a fork in the road. To the east, there is a grass road, which leads to the Wudao Temple. To the southeast, it is a road that comes out of the crop field, on both sides of the road are a person-high grain tree, and in front of it is a high and low undulating hill, and there are a large number of messy graves on the post, I don't know what age it is, some have been dug up, the rotten coffins, piled up in a mess, the grave pit is still there, and the weeds inside have long withered yellow. Erhei is not afraid of these things at all, what a grave, Fangzi (coffin), afraid of a ball. Erhei knows that these are all passed from person to person, and there is nothing to be afraid of, what he is most afraid of is that people are pretending to be ghosts in the back.

Erhei thought wildly, so he walked along the stele bridge to the southeast, because the road to the east, those crops were not on his own crops. Walking to the southeast, there is some uphill, because the front is the hill, and after the post, it is the hill slope that has been dug with potholes.

At this time, Erhei unconsciously yawned, and the addiction to smoking came up. Erhei stretched out his hand, took out a long cigarette pouch from the waistband of his trousers, took a few clicks in the cigarette pouch, put the cigarette pouch pot on, pressed it with his thumb, and was about to touch the fire twist, when he suddenly remembered that when he didn't reach the stele bridge just now, the fire twist had burned out.

Alas, what a whole thing, there is smoke and no fire, don't rush to death. Erhei became anxious all of a sudden, how beautiful it would be if someone borrowed a fire now. There was only one thought in Erhei's mind, and he kept spinning. Let's take a look in the two blacks, where is anyone, it's the middle of the night, or the winter with the northeast wind, except for looking at the more, who is still wandering around outside when it's okay.

Just walked up to the post, to the post slope to see, unexpectedly, there is a fire, burning very strong, the flame rose strangely high, it seems, there are still people here to roast the fire, because Erhei clearly saw that there was a figure shaking on the side of the fire, as if he also heard the sound of talking, but he didn't hear what was said.

As soon as Erhei saw that there was a fire, the strength came, and with a snort, he rushed down the slope. If there is a fire, you can smoke a cigarette pouch, but Erhei is happy, three steps and two steps, and after a while, he will run to the edge of this fire.

Unexpectedly, there were quite a few people around the fire, and everyone was happily stretching out their hands to roast the fire, as if they were still talking about something. And the flames of the fire, soaring straight up, were not affected by the whirring northeast wind at all.

But Erhei couldn't care so much at all, ran to the front, squeezed in hard, stretched out a long cigarette pouch, held the cigarette pouch and was about to put it on the fire, and his mouth was ready to start smoking the pouch mouth.

Erhei didn't look at it and didn't ask if the people on the side had noticed him, just on this fire, the cigarette pouch pot was inserted into the fire, and he smoked the cigarette pouch mouth with his mouth, but he smoked it several times, but the tobacco in the cigarette pouch pot was not lit at all.

It's weird, I used to smoke it and light it, but this tobacco is very dry. Erhei tried a few more times, but it still didn't light it, Erhei was a little angry, why couldn't he light it, so he raised his head and looked at the circle of people here.

Unexpectedly, this circle of people was still talking about it just now, excited and happy, and when they saw Erhei coming in to light a cigarette, they all stopped their voices, looked at Erhei in a daze, and were startled by Erhei's actions. Erhei didn't light a cigarette, so he looked up at these people, left and right, but he didn't expect that these people were also looking at him.