The severe cold in the Northeast is very long. In the south, the spring flowers may bloom after the New Year, but in the northeast, the severe winter will last until mid-April. People always say why people in Northeast China are not afraid of the cold. If you have at least five months of 12 months a year, you will also resist the freezing.

In early spring, the tender buds in the field have not yet emerged. Wushuang sat on the rattan chair left by his grandfather in the Dong family compound, wearing sunglasses and smoking a little cigarette. He was bored and spent his time. I don’t know what happened today, but his right eyelid kept twitching from the morning. The old saying goes, the left eye twitching is rich and the right eye twitching is scattered. The old people firmly believe this sentence, so there is also a very interesting method among the people. When the right eyelid twitches, put a small piece of white paper on the eyelid. What does this mean? White paper is white, meaning: twitching. As for whether it works or not, it is hard to say.

"My man, are you reading the newspaper?" Old Chen ran in from outside in a hurry.

"What's wrong? What's the matter again?"

"It's not a big deal. Do you know the crooked mother under the Changchun Liberty Bridge?" Old Chen asked about an old locust tree growing in the shallow area under the bank of the Yitong River Liberty Bridge section. This old locust tree has been around for a long time. I heard that it was there when Puyi was in power. However, the old tree had already cried to death, but the municipal government did not dare to touch the tree every time.

There are so many evil jokes here. The first time, in the late 1980s, was the earliest bungalow demolition in Changchun. At that time, there were small bungalows on both sides of the Liberty Bridge, and there were vegetable fields grown by the people near the river bank. At that time, the demolition team originally planned to cut down the shallow areas on both sides of the straits and did not mark trees on the municipal greening map.

The first time I went to cut the old locust tree, the master who was holding the logging machine sawed his hands down by chance. The second time, a horticulturist in the municipal department personally directed the excavator to dig out the old tree with the roots, but unexpectedly, the excavator's shovel suddenly fell down and smashed the horticulturist to death on the spot.

By the early 1990s, the entire Liberty Bridge had a complete plan, but only a lonely dead tree was left, which had some impact on the city appearance. However, two incidents happened in the past few years, and no one dared to touch it randomly. It was said that the old locust tree might have become a spirit. A leader came to ask Mr. Dong, and Mr. Dong said only one thing, that tree could not be cut down for the time being, and the ground veins were connected below. The earth energy had not yet faded. If it was forced to cut it, it would definitely be punished by God.

"Oh, my mother, I know, when I was a child, I often went to the toad with rats to play with that toad. That old tree couldn't move. What's wrong? Someone doesn't believe in evil?" Wushuang asked.

"This time it's not a bad thing. I don't know which immortal the old man and the old lady got the guidance of the old man. He said that the crooked mother became an immortal and became a Taoist is the real body of the nearby Land Lord. Ordinary people have a serious illness and a little disaster. They just need to kneel in front of it and kowtow a few times, and they will get cured by tinkering with a few words. Oh my god, now I'm evil, go and take a look. There are people kneeling under the Liberty Bridge! Lao Duo has gone to take photos, and the red rope is tied up." What Lao Chen said is not completely. Here I will tell you about this strange story that happened in Changchun that year.

In fact, the cause has to start with a beggar. The beggar suffered from a strange plague and itched in the middle of the night. How much itch was? After he woke up, he could not relieve the itch even if he scratched himself until dawn.

Once, beggar passed by the Liberty Bridge and saw an old locust tree with a crooked neck poking it under the bridge. He had an idea to come up with a way to cure the disease without spending money.

There is a saying among the people that this saying is prevalent in Northeast China, saying that "Word an orphan tree as a mother, and mothers can suffer for the son!"

In the late 1980s, Changchun developed on the bank of Liberty Bridge, and the shores of Liberty Bridge had already been cut down, so the dead old locust tree naturally became a lonely tree. I don’t know which devout believer was the first to tie a red rope on its branch and burn some ghost coins under the tree. It was estimated that it was a mother who recognized her son’s godmother.

When beggar saw it, he said, OK, let's try it too, but what should he do if he has no money to buy paper money? In order to show his sincerity, he is really willing to use his brains to bet on his job. He doesn't know where to get a liang of white wine, and then find a piece of red paper to cover it on his wrist.

He knelt devoutly in front of his mother with a crooked neck and kowtowed three times, and said, "Huai Gong, Huai Gong, Xiao Huai Zhu, I am lonely for half a lifetime, without relatives or friends, and I am in a state of disgrace. Today I have this stubborn disease again and I really lose confidence in living. If you pity me, I will bless me to get rid of my illness. If you think I should die, I will find a white silk to hang it on your tree fork later.

After he kowtowed, he originally wanted to be filial to the old mother of Waibo, but when he lifted the layer of red paper, he was stunned. A small layer of granular substance appeared on the surface of the bowl of liquor. Beggar was suspicious. What does this mean? Waibo's old mother showed up to reward me with her life-saving medicine?

When he thought, he would suffer anyway, he would suffer from living like this now. He would sooner or later he would be tortured to death if he had no money to see a doctor. Even if it was poison, he would have to gamble! So he raised his head and drank the white wine in the bowl.

It’s strange. At night, I went back to my shack and beggars sleeping all night, but I didn’t get sick. The next day, the third day... I never got sick.

Oh, this matter is amazing. Later, it spread to ten thousand times, and the more it spread, it became more and more evil. In the end, the people all said that this old tree was the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, and that the landlord rewarded the immortal medicine... Anyway, the people who had any major illnesses and minor disasters came to kneel here to learn the process of beggars to seek medicine. One by one, one was accurate. There would be granular things in the bowl covered with red paper.

Don’t believe this. This is the real thing. If there are people from Changchun, you can inquire. The elderly still remember it freshly.

"Haha...why do you always believe this statement?" Wushuang said with a smile.

"I didn't believe it at first. In the past two days, our neighbor Xiaopang got sick and had a high fever for several days. His mother went to worship the old mother of the crooked neck and asked for a bowl of medicinal wine to fill Xiaopang. You see, Xiaopang is playing outside now, old spirit!" Old Chen said with a gaze.

At this time, Lu Haotian, a good friend at the door, drove to find Wushuang. These two people were also familiar with each other. Lu Haotian came to find Wushuang and did not need to communicate. The two families were familiar with each other like a family. Wushuang could sleep directly on Wushuang's kang without being at home.
Chapter completed!