When Ah San was fished out of the well, his whole body was stiff, his eyes bulged, and he was swollen and blue from the blisters of the well.

The people in the village said that it was done by the sea.

There was another sentence that they whispered, and although they didn't say it in front of me, I still heard it clearly.

Next, it will be Shen Xiucai's grandson Shen Xiaoyong's turn.

Hearing this, my cold hair stood on end, and a chill ran down my spine.

I am Shen Xiaoyong.

One

I, Ah San, and Dahai are students of the same age in this village.

I'm on par with the sea's grades.

My grandfather is a well-known talent in Shili Eight Villages, people in the village used to write letters to relatives to find him, my father did not go to school, but he also knew how to write a good hand, his words were taught by my grandfather

But I know that I am nowhere near as smart as the sea.

The sea is clever and quick to react.

As soon as he got home, he went to work in the fields, and the sea was a blind man, and he couldn't do any work, so he didn't go out all day.

His father was an alcoholic, and he carried a bottle of wine all day long, hanging it around his waist and hanging it around the village.

The whole village reverberated with the jingling of the shaking bottles, and when he had finished drinking, he lay down in a field or on a haystack.

He doesn't care about the work in his father's field at all, he depends on the sea to do it after school.

The sea didn't care about his homework at all, and he got into the ground after school, and he didn't have time to study.

And I started writing homework after school.

People in the village praised me for my intelligence, saying that our family was a master of virtue and that the family was a scholar.

But I know that the sea has a bright brain, and he is really good material for reading.

Two

In less than half a month, the prefectural selection for high school exams will begin.

Being admitted to high school is an infinitely honorable event in our village, and it is a great joy to add glory to the lintel of our home.

There are only three people in the village who took this exam: me, Dahai, and Ah San.

Although Ah San also went to participate, he was purely going to be cannon fodder.

Not to mention smart, even a little stupid.

The corners of his mouth have been hanging with water all day long, and I haven't wiped them clean for a moment since I knew him.

In the words of our village, it is a lack of heart.

But his father still paid him an application fee of ten yuan to participate in the county's selection exam.

Isn't this money wasted?

Everyone in the village knew it, but no one dared to put it on the table.

Ah San's father Liu Tie has a fierce temper, quarreling with his neighbors all day long, and he doesn't make any sense at all.

But suddenly one day, a strange thing happened.

There was a strangely dressed woman from the village, speaking with an unfamiliar southern accent, dressed in a bright aqua-red dress, with thin and pointed eyes on the tails of her eyes, scarlet and blood-stained lips, and her little finger curled up slightly from time to time to sweep the hair scattered on her forehead behind her ears.

She set up a table in the village, on which hung four big characters: fortune telling and disaster elimination.

What a joke.

Most of the fortune tellers are elderly people, and people like her are clearly liars.

Since ancient times, the business of fortune-telling and exorcism cannot be put on the outside to be hyped up.

Psychic arts, you can't see the light.

This is a great disrespect to the gods.

Within a radius of ten miles, the fortune tellers put incense tables in the house.

None were as rampant as she was.

There is also an old man in our village who watched the incense and checked the disaster, his name was Wang Lao Lame, and he called himself a mortal immortal.

Master Yan, exorcise evil spirits, burn the fire, and cleanse the soil.

The people in the village are all looking for Wang Lao to be lame.

Although everyone treats this fortune teller as a laughing stock,

But her fortune-telling booth wasn't empty.

There were quite a few people in the village, but all of them were men.

There are strong men and old men, and there are even a few prospective groom officials who are about to marry their daughters-in-law.

They stared at her breasts that loomed under the tulle.

There were also a few bold ones who reached up and took the opportunity to rub her hand.

Master, show me palmistry.

Fortune telling, see how many women I can have in my life.

Then a lewd smile came out of his mouth.