I saw that on the surface of the Guillotine River, after a while, a black-shelled hard worm would quickly emerge from the water, quickly turn around on the surface of the water, and then plunge into the water again. After a while, it came out again, and so on.

I also saw a large fish-eating wolf, crawling slowly at the water's edge, it crawled a bit thief-like, but the two big prickly pincers in front of it looked very domineering.

The water in this Guillotine River is very deep, and when I look down the water, the bottom of this river is actually a very thick layer of lumps. Those are large and small, and there is a bit of a smell of stone paving. However, the water of this river is very clean, completely different from the muddy water in the moat river.

To the east of the Broken Head River is the not too large ash field in the northeast corner of our Zhuangzi, which is much smaller than the one in the west of Zhuangzi, and there is no wheat straw stack here, and the ash field scene is also very clean by the wind.

On the edge of this ash field, there are several large grinding plates, and there are several large white stones on the side. It stands to reason that these stones should be on top of these mills, but now these stones have been dragged down and left unused.

I looked at the mills, and I looked at the stones, and imagined that people used to use the combination of these mills and stones to thresh the wheat, and then grind the flour and grind the grain. But now things have long passed, and I can't see that hot scene anymore.

I sat by the river with the slanting sun over my head, listening to the clatter of the leaves, and in a few moments I fell asleep slowly against the poplar tree. But my mind was clear, and I knew I was asleep, but I went to the edge of the ash field again, for I saw that the stone had been moved to the mills, and there were people standing beside them, and they were talking to each other.

But I have seen these people, and I have never seen any of them. They didn't even see me asleep on the other side of the Guillotine River, pushing the stone around the millstone, and pouring grain onto the millstone.

They do their job and are busy in an orderly manner. I looked at them, but it seemed a little kind, I don't know why, how could this scene of pushing stones and grinding noodles suddenly appear in front of my eyes.

Don't all have noodle machines now, who still uses this stone stone to grind noodles. However, when I stood on the edge of the ash field, I did not go to the edge of the millstone, and I saw that the flour that flowed from the edge of the mill was not flour, but some glittering gold dust!

I was taken aback, how is this possible, the grain turns into gold dust as soon as it is milled, how can there be such a good thing. I just wanted to rush over and grab a handful to see if it was gold dust coming out.

Before I could get to the edge of the millstone, a man rushed over from the side of the millstone, and the man reached out and grabbed me. My neck was choked, my feet were off the ground, and I couldn't see the man's face, so my legs kept kicking.

The man did not speak, but took me by the hand and threw me into the middle of the mill, and I saw the great stone that was about to squeak and clatter. I was startled, and with a quick kick of both feet, I jumped off the mill.

I looked down, obediently, these people, I don't know why they all suddenly stopped moving, they all tilted their heads and looked up at me. And the man who picked me up, at this time, took a very long wooden shovel and held it up to rush over and shoot me.

I saw that this man was not a good person, so I quickly used my strength and jumped to the other side of the Guillotine River at once. I jumped over and just landed when I saw myself dozing off by the river.

As soon as I saw it, hey, isn't this me, why did I run to the millstone again, and I reached out to push myself, but as soon as I stretched out my hand, I was sitting on the bank of the river, and suddenly a bright light came out, as if there was a huge gravitational pull, and sucked me into my body.

As soon as I got into this body, I found that it was as if my soul had returned to its place, and my body trembled and I woke up. Stretched out his hand on the ground, sat up, and looked up at the group of people in the ash field opposite, but found that the grinding disc was still flowing gold dust, but the group of grinding people were gone.

And the man with the shovel was nowhere to be seen, and I looked around and saw nothing. It's really strange, where did these people come from, why did they take a picture with me, and they disappeared.

I ran to the edge of the grinding disc, reached out and took some of the gold dust from the grinding disc, and looked at it, but I didn't expect that this powder was actually the powder made from the ashes of the tin foil burning.

I know that people who have passed away in the family for a few years, in addition to burning fire paper to worship, can also burn paper money made of tin foil to pay respects. Now that these powders suddenly appear here, I immediately thought of those people, and probably none of them were people.

They came out, pushed this mill in front of me, and what did they want to do with so much tin foil powder, they were gone, why don't they take this powder with them?

I shook my head, thinking that there were a lot of things I couldn't figure out, and forget it, it didn't matter to me anyway. I picked up the powder, turned around and ran to the carp pit.

The carp pit was next to this ash field, and I spread my legs and ran over in one breath. There was still a pool of yellowish water in the carp pit, and some small winds were blowing along the surface of the water, and I saw that the sun was broken.

I've encountered a lot of strange things, and I don't think the ghosts I just encountered in my sleep are so scary of people. After all, this thing didn't cause me any real damage, although a guy who watched the fierce guy dance with a wooden shovel was doing something, but when I woke up, he disappeared with the group of grinding people.

When I stood on the edge of the carp pit and looked back at the grinding pan in the ash field, I found that the stone stone that was still squeaking and grinding on the grinding pan had fallen to the ground......

The last time I was on the edge of this carp pit, I encountered the wonder of the flying dragon in the sky, and now I am here again, but I find that the place is as calm as ever, and in those fine ripples, there are some red crucian carp, constantly shaking their bodies and spitting bubbles.

I walked east around the carp pit to the end, and seeing that there was nothing interesting in the pit, I turned south, walked past the clusters of big barma, and then came to my grave.

Less than a mile south from the carp pit, there is the old ditch, where my grandfather is buried. I saw my grandfather's grave in the peanut field, gray and covered like a huge pang.

And beside the three graves in the shape of a pin, the tall pine tree still stands, and the shadow under the tree reflects the green weeds, which looks more and more gloomy.

I don't know why, but I involuntarily waded through the peanut field, walked under the pine tree, and sat down on the grass futon in the shadow of the tree.