After the blockage, my father was not strong enough, and just after breakfast, he rode out into the street alone, bought a bag or two of cement and came back, and reconciled at that time, took a shovel, and evenly plastered all the back walls with cement.

This time, looking at the back wall from the outside, you can't see the brick seams inside at all.

"I told you to steal, I told you to steal, the turtle grandson of the dog day ......". It seems that my father didn't know that the man in black who stole the cow had already vomited the water in his stomach on the edge of the big pit, and no one was paying attention, and he had already fled.

However, no one knows who this guy is and from which village, but the black thing in his head that slowly wriggles has always been very memorable to me......

A few days later, early in the morning, the loudspeaker of Xida Road began to cry out like a mournful mess again: "Every family has a laborer, all go to the road, start to put trees, a family of five ......" Such a voice echoed over the village again and again.

After a while, every household was pushing a frame cart, and there were tiger grabs, big shovels, long ropes, and all kinds of things that could be cut and dug on the carts, and for a time the whole city was empty, and people gathered on this road.

It is very strange that the adults are pushing the cart and running into the big tree assigned to their own house, and those dolls, for some reason, many of them are crying and shouting, and they also rush forward with the car, and even the dogs of various colors raised at home also run out to join in the fun, barking happily.

For a time, the road was impassable, and the road surface was not much wide, and all kinds of vehicles completely blocked the road surface. In addition, someone has already started to cut off the side branches of the tree, and these large and small branches, as well as the tree ground, all at once, fill all kinds of gaps.

I have never seen people so positive, probably because the loudspeaker said that on this big poplar tree, as long as there is no thick branch with a bowl mouth, it is your own, you don't need to hand it over to the public, so these people are even more excited than the New Year.

I saw with my own eyes that they wielded their heads with the fullest strength, and even if the sweat soaked their chests and backs at once, they did not hesitate to pull off the undershirts, throw them to the side, and continue to dig the thick roots with great force.

There is an old lady, with a plastic red basin in her hand, and she runs to the root of the tree, her eyes seem to be bright all of a sudden, as long as people dig out the white and fat monkey that has not been unearthed, she will be like the tongue of a toad sticking out, suddenly stretch out her hand, and suddenly grab the monkey and put it in the basin.

The scene was particularly magnificent, and at noon, the laborers of the family had already brought down the poplar tree, which was as thick as a wheat jar, and the fallen trunk fell into the field on the side like a mountain and a sea, and at once the crops in the field were pressed out of a large irregular ground, and then a group of old men and women with long insect skin cloth bags pinned to their waists swarmed up like pugs that had just pulled out of their mounds—I know, they were rushing to pick up the poplar leaves.

I was afraid that these tall poplars would fall down and hit me, so I stood far away at the top of the brick-burning kiln, and let the north-east wind blow upwards against me, and did not come into this hot mess of the world, but stood there and looked south.

From this brick kiln to the south, people are constantly waving pickaxes, shovels, shovels, shovels, everyone is quite focused, silent, buttocks can pout to the sky, the oily backbone reflects the white sun, but I don't see a person lazy.

Not far to the south of this brick kiln, there is a row of several loess piles of tombs, these tombs are quite old, they are too close to this road, this time the road should not be spared.

On the side of each grave, there is a tall poplar tree that several people hug, and now it is good, these large poplars have begun to be excavated, and it seems that it will not be long before they can be put down.

These people are from the village next door, I don't know, it seems that this row of five trees, all of them are to be put by this family, but I didn't expect this family to have so much labor, because next to each tree, there are two or three strong guys, holding the guys who either dig up the soil or saw the roots of the trees.

The northeast wind blew, and the big poplar tree made a rattling sound. I accidentally saw the coffin in the coffin closest to the brick kiln, the coffin that was so rotten that it could not be seen, there was a coffin board that was originally standing well, I don't know why it fell out with a grunt, I can see clearly, the coffin board was already soaked into slag, this fall, immediately in this grave pit rose a large cloud of gray-brown smoke, straight to the grave pit for a long time to look at the fog cover.

This is the inside of the mound, and I only saw it through the thick mound of loess. The people outside were thinking of a way, and at one time they were digging down the grave at a rapid pace, and then on the other side they were cutting off the roots of the poplars, both thick and thin.

The grave was so close to the poplar that it was not long before about a third of the lumps of earth were dug out of the mound of the mound that I could see very clearly, and if I had dug two more into it, I would have been able to dig up the bricks of the mound at once.

I saw that those hoop bricks were not the bricks we see now. Today's bricks are generally made of good brick molds, which are 15 centimeters wide and about 25 centimeters long.

And the hoop tomb bricks I saw were much larger than the current bricks, and they were also square, but they were 25-30 centimeters wide and about 40 centimeters long, and these large bricks looked very flat, the surface was quite delicate and round, and more importantly, these bricks looked very porcelain inside, and there were no gaps or other impurities.

Just as I tilted my head to look at the huge bricks, I heard the bare-chested guy with his head dancing and his ass pouting and digging screaming, and his head banged as if it were nailed to something hard.

Before the creature could reach out to pluck the man's head, he saw a puff of gray-brown smoke, like a weasel's fart, spewing out from the place where the head had fallen, and spewing out at the creature's body.

This guy didn't know how to dodge, and kept pulling his head stupidly, but he didn't expect that after a while, he was drowned by the smoke that was blowing more and more.

And a few other guys on the side were burying their heads in chopping the roots, and soon the roots on the side of the big poplar tree were all cut off by them, and then ran to a distance, pulling the big thick rope tied to the top of the poplar tree in advance, and swinging back and forth a few times, it is estimated that the big poplar tree can be knocked down.