The rooster of the people of Quanli Zhuang is like the character of the people of Quanli Zhuang, strong and arrogant. Their cries were always so loud and loud that they were louder than the roosters in the village down the hill, and seemed to penetrate all obstacles, including the tarpaulin, the straw mats, the wooden frames, and the quilt I covered my head, and they never considered the feelings of others when they chose the time to chirp. Especially for lazy students like me who always want to sleep peacefully until the sun shines into the shack, they are the most hated creatures in the world.

After the rooster crowed three times overhead, I couldn't help but open my eyes.

When I turned around, I saw that the quilt next to me was already folded squarely. My grandfather has already risen. It's his habit to get up early every day, and when he gets up, he goes around my bean field to see if anything happens in the evening. Then I will go to the fields of each family in the village to help the villagers who have no time to go up the mountain to take care of the crops in the field.

I lifted the curtain on the door of the shack with my hand, and saw that the genius outside was beginning to go numb.

As I lowered the curtain to sleep a little longer, I heard a messy noise not far away.

I was taken aback when I put on my clothes and climbed out of the shack to stand on the ridge and look down.

The entire hillside, the main road up the hill and every ridge were crowded with people. Everybody's talking.

Recently, strange things have happened one after another in the village, but what happened today? I couldn't wait to run down the hill.

In the crowd, I saw the sixth master.

"Sixth Master. What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's too bad, there's a grave robber on the mountain. The sixth master replied to me without replying.

As soon as I heard about the tomb robbers, I immediately remembered the comic strip "The Tomb Robbers of Cixi" that I had just seen a few days ago, and I knew that tomb robbers were people who specialized in digging ancient tombs and stealing cultural relics. He asked curiously, "Have we found an ancient tomb here?"

"What ancient tomb?" the sixth master asked blankly.

"Isn't a tomb robber a tomb robber?"

"Oops," the sixth master stomped his foot, "You baby, why can't I understand you, that is, the graves of the people in the village have been dug up, and all the graves dug are new graves, and the old graves that are more than two years old are all good." You say it's not weird. ”

This is something that has never been seen before. The tombs of modern people, especially those in small villages in the far reaches of the country, have nothing to steal except a few coffin boards. This tomb is too strange to steal.

I pushed through the crowd and walked forward, and saw from a distance that the village chief was leading the village cadres and the village leaders to inspect the stolen graves in a field, and watched the lively people surrounding the land along the ridges.

The way the locals bury the deceased is simpler than in the central, eastern and southern regions, and when burying people, there are no monuments and no special ancestral graves. The ancestors of each family were buried in their own fields, and only a grave about one meter high was accumulated. The grave of this family was in the middle of the ground, and there was a clearing of two feet square around the grave, and the grass was allowed to grow, and the outside was full of crops.

I squeezed between the legs of the adults, and ran all the way to the grave where the village chief and the others were watching, and a somewhat reproachful cry came from behind me: "This baby, I don't see anything planted in the ground, it's all broken, don't go in!"

I don't care about him, and I can't pull back the three cows that I'm interested in. I stepped on a crop and trampled all the way to the village chiefs.

I saw a big hole in the head of the grave, but it was not too deep, about half a meter.

"It's strange, this grave doesn't look like it was dug from the outside, but it looks like it collapsed into it. This was said by Accountant Wu, who is a well-known careful person in the village, and nothing can escape his eyes.

"Old Wu, there must be an objective basis for speaking, how can a good grave collapse, and there are so many collapses at once. Let's see what the rest of the situation holds. As he spoke, the village chief turned and walked out of the field, and the others followed him and walked to the side of the field.

I also followed the investigation team in the direction of another collapsed grave, and met my grandfather.

"Xiao Yuan, go down the mountain to wash your face and have breakfast, I'm going to be late for school. "My grandfather said.

I groaned and turned to go down the hill.

As soon as I walked to the entrance of the mountain road into the village, I heard someone shouting: "He Laosan is crazy!"

He Laosan is the grandfather of my classmate He Weilong, I thought to myself, he is usually very kind and very good to our babies, why did he suddenly go crazy.

When I got home, I washed my face and asked my father, who was walking in the door on my back foot, "Why is Master Wei Long crazy?"

My father said, "Last night, in the middle of the night, I ran down from the mountain and knocked on the doors of every house, saying that the grave on the mountain was haunted. The people didn't believe it, and in the morning someone said that the graves on the mountain had been dug up. They all suspect that he did it. The village chief asked someone to call him to the courtyard of the brigade and lock him up, and then call the police to deal with it when their cadres went up the mountain to see the situation. Someone just said that he suddenly ran wildly in the courtyard of the brigade, uprooted several locust trees with thick bowls, and hit his head against the wall, and knocked a big hole in the wall, and his head was nothing. What's even more bizarre is that the dog in the courtyard of the brigade, usually so fierce, saw him crawling on the ground and trembled with fright, he went up and grabbed the dog, took a bite on the neck, and bit the dog off the spot. Now no one dares to go into the courtyard to control him. ”

"That's fine, you can't just call him so noisy. ”

"Don't worry about this, eat and go to school. My mom walked in with the dishes and chopsticks, talking as she walked. After that, he put breakfast on the table.

My brother came out of the back room, sat down at the table and began to eat, and said as he ate: "When I first went for a run, I heard that someone had already gone to the back mountain to invite the fairy grandmother. Fairy grandma is the best at curing madness. ”

Fairy Grandma means goddess and half-fairy woman in the local dialect. In our village, there is only one fairy grandmother, that is, the sailor's grandmother, that is, the sailor's grandmother's mother.

When I came home from school in the afternoon, I found that a white couplet had been pasted on the door of He Weilong's house, a pole had been erected at the door, and a paper banner had been hung on the pole.

I vaguely feel that He Laosan's incident is somehow related to the story told by Daddy last night. He put down his schoolbag, took two buns in his hand, and ran out the door.

My mom shouted from behind, "I'll be back after playing, and the meal will be ready soon." ”

I ran and said, "I'm not eating at night." ”

I ran all the way up the mountain.

The sun was still a pole high from setting, and a long shadow was drawn out of my shack. Everything is so beautiful under the sunset.

When I realized that my dad might not have made it up the hill yet, I regretted not going to his house to find him first.

But when I saw a figure slowly appearing behind the pea bushes in the distance, my regret disappeared completely.

He walked to his hut at the same time as me.

"Xiao Yuan, let's help Daddy make a fire first. Before I could speak, he spoke.

I asked while holding the brazier from the side of the shack, "What happened to those graves today? How could He Weilong's grandfather go crazy? Why didn't the fairy grandmother cure He Weilong's madness? Does this have anything to do with the story you told yesterday?"

"Baby, you remember, all the things you don't understand now, you will understand in the end. ”

It's still the same as yesterday.

Hopes for an answer from him were dashed once again.

When the charcoal in the brazier was blazing, Daddy took out a jar of tea, two white porcelain saffron teacups, half a bag of brick tea, and a piece of ghee from the innermost bag of the shack.

"I'm afraid that you won't find me when you go up the mountain, so I came up without even eating, and I know you definitely didn't eat either. Let's boil some butter tea and drink it. ”

As he spoke, he broke a small brick of tea and put it in a jar, filled it with water, and simmered it in a charcoal fire. I took a knife and cut two slices of ghee, put them in two white porcelain teacups, took out a paper bag from the pocket of my jacket, opened it and put it on the edge of the brazier, it was a bag of salt. He picked up a pinch of salt with three fingers and sprinkled it in two teacups.

With a snort, the tea in the jar overflowed, and a few black marks appeared on the red charcoal fire. Daddy picked up the jar and poured the tea soup into two teacups with ghee and salt. A mellow smell suddenly filled the entire sunset.