"Everyone hurry up, something happened! A big deal!"

"First, hurry!"

“…”

In the middle of the night, a burst of noise suddenly came from the village. Someone noticed the fire in Mu's hometown soaring into the sky. In horror, he hurriedly called the villagers to get up to put out the fire.

Wow, wow...

Suddenly, the calm village was in chaos and fell into panic.

If one side has trouble, all sides will support it. It is common in rural areas. Even if it is a family with a bad relationship with Mu Lao family, they will not say much at this time. All the adults and children will go out, carrying buckets, iron pots, etc., and rushing to the scene with everything that can scoop water.

Not only Kunlun Village, but also the villagers of Xiaoyao Village next door, came to support them.

My grandfather and I are of course no exception.

"Wow, crackling..."

The raging fire wrapped all the houses on both sides of Mu's hometown, and even the trees inside and outside the yard were not avoided.

This fire is released by Uncle Fan.

I know it very well.

At the panic scene, Uncle Fan didn't know when he changed into a good piece of clothing and insisted on finding water to put out the fire with everyone. More people took shovels and threw snow into the fire from afar.

"call……!"

The fire did not decrease at all, but became vigorous due to the rescue of the villagers, adding water and snow.

"Meow! Meow..."

Along the chaotic fire scene, the big black cat made a desolate and tragic cry, and the hair on his body was shattered by the fire. From time to time, it rushed into the fire and ran out again.

"This big black cat is so pitiful!"

"What a spiritual cat, Mr. Mu probably ends this time!"

“…”

No one of the simple villagers thought that this fire was set off by outsiders, and only sighed that Mu Lao’s experience was a destined natural disaster.

Inadvertently, from afar, I saw the monk, far away from the crowd in the field next to Mu's hometown, folding his hands together and chanting scriptures, as if he was releasing Mu's elder.

...

Mr. Mu's funeral was organized by the two villages of Kunlun Village and Xiaoyao Village.

Uncle Fan did not show any abnormality, but was just like an ordinary person, but I had a keen perception and felt the deep sorrow hidden in his heart. Seven days later, I heard that he fell ill.

People went to visit, but were blocked by Aunt Fan and said that Uncle Fan was in a bad mood and no one wanted to see him. Through Fan Guoqing, I conveyed to Uncle Fan's plan to see him, but it didn't work.

The big black cat also settled a house with Uncle Fan, but rarely went out.

...

This twelfth lunar month, people with abnormal deaths occurred one after another, including a young Taoist priest from the Houshan Cave of Kunlun Village, a six-fingered mute brother in Xiaoyao Village, and a Mu Lao who is a unique family between two villages...

Unlucky!

The elderly in the village were discussing and finally decided to stop the social gathering this year. So, the young people and half-aged men in the village had no fun things to do, and they gathered together all day long to play mahjong.

It’s still more than two weeks before the New Year.

But my family has not organized any New Year's goods. My grandfather's savings have paid back the debts spent in the hospital because of his leg injury. He saw that other people either killed pigs or went to the county town to get a lot of New Year's goods.

I saw it, envy, jealousy and hatred in my heart.

Especially on Laba Festival.

There is a saying in the local custom: "I will kill my father after Laba." Of course, it is not really killing my father, but letting my father bleed and giving the children at home some pocket money.

My damn bastard didn't know where I went.

On this day, I locked the door from inside, and didn't put any partner to play, and I didn't go out myself.

"Let me go to the town tomorrow!"

Grandpa saw my low look, with a faint wetness in his turbid eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I went to the town to make money. I bought you new clothes and firecrackers..."

“…”

I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Grandpa, I don't want new clothes or firecrackers..." Is this true? Even I don't know... I can't bear to watch my grandpa worry sadly, but I also envy my companions in the village...

"Grandpa, you can rest at home. I will go to the town tomorrow to help people sharpen scissors!"

"ah!"

Grandpa was suddenly shocked by my decision and reached out to touch my forehead, thinking that he had a fever. "Baby, don't scare grandpa, don't be unwilling to think about it! You hate going to live with grandpa the most, don't go, it's better for grandpa to go alone!

Listening to the sound, grandpa was so panicked.

...

The next day, my grandfather still did not agree to go to the small town at the foot of the mountain to sharpen the knife, but instead borrowed Grandpa Jiao's bicycle and agreed to let me go down the mountain together.

The cold wind was whistling, riding a bicycle along the marble road in the wind, the oncoming wind was very biting, and my grandfather asked me to put on his wool coat and put on dog leather gloves.

"Look, my hands are all calluses, which are better than any glove!" On the way, he smiled and showed off his big red hand.

“…”

I forced a smile, but I was crying in my heart: Grandpa, in this life, I must make a name for myself, study hard in the future, and repay your elderly care for their upbringing and love.

Fortunately, it took more than twenty minutes to go down the mountain.

"Sold, sell, the best dried fruits,..."

“…”

The market in the town is also the most lively during the twelfth lunar month every year.

In a bustling market, the big girl and wife wearing flower rag cotton coats, the young girl and her husband wearing a suit on the upper body, the trumpet-shaped shoes on the lower body, the donkey cart, the horse-drawn cart, bicycles, vegetable stalls, meat stalls, grocery stalls, the loudspeakers of the recorders, the laughter of the young people just came out of the video hall...

Here, the Buddha is not in the same world as the mountain.

If it were the case, I would definitely have spent a few dollars to play with my grandfather. Either I would watch the video or buy some food to satisfy my cravings. But this time, I helped my grandfather put the stool and tools on the ground and looked at the stall.

"Uncle, I'm here to live again, are my legs ready?"

"Long time no see, Mr. Wang, come and smoke a cigarette!"

“…”

After a while, many women and the elderly appeared one after another and greeted their grandfather. Some were holding kitchen knives in their hands, and some were holding small stools to join in the fun of the elderly in the town.

"This is your grandson, it's so old."

"Have you gone to school..."

“…”

While grinding the kitchen knife, my grandfather chatted with others, smiling, and was much happier than at home.

The noisy market, the greetings in my ears, and I was full of thoughts, and I rarely paid attention. My eyes were staring at the brick-sized whetstones under my grandfather, but my mind was on the Fenbao Cliff in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It took about five minutes for grandpa to sharpen a pair of scissors.

If I take out the Fenbaoya, I will definitely save a lot of time and energy, so that I can make more money every day.

"Well, take it and go buy something to eat!"

He called out four guests and grandpa earned two dollars. He untied his cotton coat, took out a ball of handkerchief from his pocket, opened it, and drew a piece of two dollars with the largest denomination from the fragments.

"Take this four dollars and go to the restaurant by yourself!"

"Call it! Old Man Wang, you are not dead yet!"

I was about to shake my head and try to sway my grandfather's kindness, but a sound of seeking death was made among the passing young men.

The guy who was talking was three to seven, wearing brown pointed leather shoes and big red bloomers, but a green suit on his upper body, a round toad mirror on his nose, and an unlit filter cigarette in his mouth.

His neck seemed to have problems, and his head was always slanted upwards, even looking down at his grandfather who was sharpening his knife on the street stall.

"Fourth Lao, who is this old man?"

Behind him was a young man with a green head, wearing a shiny leather jacket, and a small golden ring was rarely worn on his fingers with a cigarette. I don’t know whether it was true or false.

The cigarette in Toad Jing's mouth was raised and his teeth were exposed and he said, "Who knows where the old guy came from? I haven't seen him here for a long time. Haha, I'm going to find some money to welcome you, this old man is here."

As he said that, he walked over and stretched out his feet...

"what are you up to!"

call!

I suddenly stood up, holding a kitchen knife that my grandfather had just polished, and stared at the toad mirror that was about to kick the bicycle.

"Tianqi, what are you doing!"

Grandpa put down his work and quickly grabbed me.
To be continued...