Ma Chengzhi took his grandfather's words to heart. Suddenly, one day, in the town, I met the elderly Gao Hua, his hands were indeed festering, but some parts were scarred and there were signs of healing.

Ma Chengzhi's gaze swept over the scar a few times, and then asked, Uncle Hua, what happened to your hands? Gao Hua sighed and avoided talking about the reason.

But he said, Chengzhi, do you see Uncle Hua being wronged? The rotten sores on my hands have been with me for a decade or two, and they are about the same age as yours. I began to read the medicine book by myself, according to the prescription mentioned in the medicine book, I went up the mountain to collect medicine and came back to decoction and washing, but it didn't work, so I had to seek medical treatment everywhere, and all the hospitals in the county and provincial cities went to treat it, but it had no effect. Strange to say, I almost spent more than 80,000 yuan of my life savings, and the sores on my hands stopped festering, slowly scarred, and I had good hope.

My grandfather said that the diseases that are rare to cure are all evil diseases, and the sores on your hands are already scarring, and they are almost healed, I don't know if they are considered evil diseases?

I don't think so, I haven't done anything bad in my life.

Ma Chengzhi brought the topic to the evil obstacles, which made Gao Hua's face look ashamed, because he said a lie, more than 20 years ago, he listened to the guidance of his brother with the same surname in his dream, Gao Li, and stole more than 80,000 yuan in cash from the Madu River Wok Palm Goose Meat Restaurant, which was reported at the time, but the police did not find out. Gao Hua ignored the money at home, and slowly his hands began to fester, he didn't realize what caused it, thinking that it was a minor illness, and if it was delayed, it might not be cured.

However, his abacus was wrong, and in the end it dragged on for a decade or two, and until now he has not completely recovered, and the more than 80,000 yuan he once stole was basically spent on the treatment of this rotten hand. Looking back now, he regrets a little, regretting that he didn't listen to all the words of his brother with the same surname in his dream, that is, he only listened to what he thought was beneficial to him, and he didn't listen to what he thought was not beneficial to him.

Gao Li did instruct and help him how to steal the ill-gotten wealth full of killing karma from the torture and killing of the big white goose to make wok palm dishes from the Ma Du River, and Gao Hua did so. However, Goryeo also advised him that if he got this money, he must not take it all for himself.

Gao Hua still vaguely remembers that Gao Li in the dream took him to the bedroom of the Madu River, pointed to the crocodile leather bag full of money, and said, "This is all money, you can take it with this leather bag, but the money you get will be given to the poor or welfare homes or temples and other places 80 or 90 percent, and you can only get 10 percent personally, if you don't do what I say, there will be a disaster."

Gao Hua secretly thought: I really didn't do what Gao Li said, could it be that my hand that has been curing the sores for one or two decades is the disaster that Gao Li said? This is more terrible than ordinary disasters, it has to torment people, and ordinary disasters have passed for a while, and this (disaster) cannot be passed, and I have been suffering from the pain of illness. Could this be what Ma Chengzhi's grandfather said about the disease of the handicapped?

When Gao Hua understood, it was too late, and he couldn't remedy it, but in the face of this hairy guy Ma Chengzhi, he still had to save face, squinted at the pair of tired mung bean eyes, and repeatedly emphasized, I am not a disease, but a disease.

Ma Chengzhi stopped talking, only smiled sullenly, thinking: If you don't create evil, how can you suffer? It's a paradox.

Ma Chengzhi couldn't stay idle, and always wanted to engage in local chicken breeding and be a chicken herd. In April of this year, when the weather became warmer, he went out into the street to buy a nest of 20 chickens, all as big as pompoms, very beautiful, black, white, gray, and yellow in different colors, they pecked at the fine rice scattered in the log basin with their tender yellow beaks, and freely made cheerful calls.

The cries of each chicken gather together, like a symphony of nature, playing Ma Chengzhi's dream of chasing his dream - to develop the local chicken breeding industry and strive to become rich and well-off.

At this time, the well-fed chickens, some huddle and play, put their heads on the body of the other chicken, the other chicken seems to not want others to take advantage, immediately turn around and make a protest sound, or squeeze into another piece, bury their heads in the fluff of other chickens that have not yet grown wings, as if to obtain shelter, take more advantage.

Many chickens do this, making this log basin their home a playground for them to play. On the side of the round wooden basin, a cup of water is placed to quench the thirst of the chickens.

There is a black wool chicken leading the neck into the wine cup to drink, its drinking action is still a little emotional, first sink the pointed beak into the water like a small straw, then raise the neck, one or two drops of water without soaking the bone into the throat, this coherent action two or three times in a row, this little chick should say that it is full, it shakes its head, and returns to the chickens.

Ma Chengzhi watched casually, but found that because it had started, other chickens had come over to drink water one after another.

Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky outside the door rolled, there was a strong wind, and there was a little chill, which actually blew the chickens because they were frightened and let out a "chirp" sound, which made Ma Chengzhi panic when he heard it.

Look at the fluff of the chickens, which are blown and blown up, like an invisible or ruthless comb, revealing chaotic lines. If these chickens, which are still too tender and weak, suffer from a cold, they are likely to wither away because they can't stand the toss.

So, Ma Chengzhi immediately closed the door, and the "chirping" of the chickens obviously changed from rapid to soothing, and then returned to tranquility, and Ma Chengzhi was slightly relieved.

The chickens he buys are artificially hatched from the chicken farm, and these creatures cannot see their mothers as soon as they come out of the eggshells, and they are group orphans, often thinking that the breeders they raise at first sight are their mothers.

Usually the farmer's hatching chickens are hatched by the hens, and the hens take them to play, store the cage, and eat the hairy tits for three days, while the artificially hatched chickens are forever deprived of this natural right and right, even if the breeder takes care of them carefully and cares for them without blinking, it is not as good as their immediate family - the kind of tacit care and care of the hens; The words of the clucking hen without any diaphragm will also make the chickens have the same natural childlike fun that should not be deprived.

When encountering any danger, the mother will often squat down on the spot for the safety of the chicks and spread her wings like a tent to shelter her children; Or stand up, stretching out your long neck and sharp beak, like a shuttle, ready to meet your incoming foe.

But these due rights and interests have been ruthlessly trampled on by the humans who have been artificially incubated, and the chickens who have been artificially hatched have never had their due rights and interests, and they have never heard of it. When Ma Chengzhi thought of this, he especially sympathized with the chicken orphans who were born without a mother.

At the moment, he felt that he was acting as the mother of these little creatures, although he could not let these chickens lie in his arms and eat hairy tits, but he could ensure that they were fed and drunk every day, and that they would grow day by day, until the red crown was full and the webbed claws were strong; The voice is loud and the coat color is dazzling.

A rainstorm outside gradually stopped, and it was getting late, and the nest of chickens in the log basin hugged each other and stopped screaming.

Ma Chengzhi was careful, and used a tightly woven clasp to cover the log basin to prevent cats and mice from infringing on these chickens. When the matter was done, it was late at night, and Ma Chengzhi went to bed and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he seemed to come to the mountain tomb, he was very familiar with his father's grave on the high and low lying on the back of the tomb, during the Qingming Festival every year, his grandfather brought him to sweep the tomb, he did not just kneel in front of the tomb to burn incense, but under the guidance of his grandfather, he arched the top of the tomb and dug out the drainage trench on both sides, so as to avoid heavy rain, and the mountain flood washed the tomb bag.

If that's the case, it's very unlucky, whether it's really unlucky, no one cares about it, but repairing the tomb for the ancestors is also respecting the ancestors and doing filial piety.

Ma Chengzhi was in a trance but somehow came to his father's grave, and before he could be stunned, a young man with small eyes suddenly flashed out, looked at him and said, Chengzhi, my cub, let me tell you something.

Ma Chengzhi felt strange and thought: I don't know you, why do you call me a cub? It's not good to say, who are you? The young man raised a hand and smiled, "I'm your father."

Nonsense. Why do you say you're my dad? Ma Chengzhi asked aggressively.