Yueji Village, Liugou Village, and Liuzhuang Village are almost in the shape of an equilateral triangle, distributed in a vast land at the border with Shandong. The land here is vast and sparsely populated, and the per capita land is more than two acres. Within the triangular area,

There are more than 3,000 acres of land, and the main crops are wheat and corn, with intercrops of cotton, peanuts, sweet potatoes, soybeans, sorghum and other crops. Before the 1990s, these were basically staple foods on the table, but as living conditions have improved,

The situation is getting better day by day, especially now that farming does not require public grain, and the state also provides subsidies. Farming is not only for living, but also a means of generating income. Therefore, peanuts and soybeans have evolved into cash crops, and sweet potatoes and sorghum have become

No more planting, corn has become the feed for the pigs. Although wheat is the staple food, due to its high yield and various preferential policies of the government, a large part of it has also gone to the market, saying goodbye to the old days of collecting grain from home.

History is like the most popular saying among people in rural areas: "Our country is really rich. I never imagined that we would have such a day."

Without further ado, the story I want to tell this time happened one summer in 1985. As mentioned above, the three villages form an equilateral triangle. At the neutral point of this triangulation, since they are relatively far away from the three villages

, and there is a ditch that was formed at some time and is more than two miles long and three meters deep. It is full of weeds and reeds. Even if a person walks there during the day, it is quite scary. Due to the inconvenience of transportation, the three

As if by agreement, the people in each village all planted cotton there. During the autumn harvest season, the fields were all white, but it was really beautiful.

Liu Cunhou lives in Liuzhuang Village. He is the third of eight brothers. He is over 40 years old. He was born black and is nicknamed the African baby. His family has more than two acres of cotton land. He often goes to the field to weed when he has nothing to do.

, spray pesticides, catch bugs, break forks (this is an essential process for growing cotton), etc.

The old mother lived in Yueji Village. He was over 60 years old at the time. This surname was extremely rare in the local area. According to the villagers, he was a homeless man from other places. When he was young, because he was handsome, he had a good relationship with a widow in the village.

He went to school, and later got married, and of course he became a long-term resident of Yueji Village. His wife had just passed away for more than a year. His family’s cotton field was next to Liu Cunhou’s family’s cotton field. The two of them worked in the fields.

We often met each other while doing farm work. As time went by, the parents of the east family and the short family of the west chatted frequently, and they became good friends who talked about everything.

One afternoon in autumn, Liu Cunhou was worried about the cotton that was already in full bloom. After a hasty lunch, he rode a rotten bicycle to his cotton field to have a look. When he reached the end of the field, he saw his mother and old man standing on the edge of the field.

, holding his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth unsteadily, looking at the cotton field with his eyes, leisurely and comfortable. Liu Cunhou got out of the car hurriedly, put the legless bicycle on the grass next to him, and took out the bicycle.

He smoked out of the front door and said, "Mom, you're here too, come and have a cigarette." But unexpectedly, he, who was usually a smoker, looked at Liu Cunhou this time, and then at Liu Cunhou.

He glanced at the smoke, but was indifferent. He turned around again and started walking around as if no one was around. That glance was extremely cold. Although it was only a short two seconds, it made Liu Cunhou shiver.

The rustling sound of reeds in the autumn wind made him feel chill inexplicably, and he got goosebumps all over his body. Only then did Liu Cunhou notice that the old man's face was unusually pale today, and his back looked lonely and helpless.

Help, the temperature in early autumn was still very high, but he was wearing a thick black cotton coat. When he recovered, he smiled to himself and muttered: "Mom, what's going on today? I'm sick.

I'm still angry with others. I want to be more open-minded. I see you look really bad. Go home quickly." After saying that, my mother still walked around without paying any attention to her. Liu Cunhou was frustrated again and thought to herself.

, after all, I was getting older, so I left it to him. I had better look at my land. Then I turned around and walked into my cotton field, drilled from south to back, and when I came out of the field, it was already 3 pm.

There was no sign of the old woman on the ground either.

Before dawn the next day, Liu Cunhou pulled two bags of wheat on a flat cart and went to Yueji Village to make flour. Within a radius of more than ten miles, there was only one mill in Yueji Village, and the flour eaten by the local people was all produced in Yueji Village.

From Cunmao. From Liuzhuang Village

It was a winding path to Yueji Village, which happened to pass Liu Cunhou's cotton field in the middle. When he reached the end of the field, fish belly white had already appeared in the east, and he shivered inexplicably. He looked up at the sky and then looked down at the ground, stunned.

It startled him. He found a pool of red mucus on the old mother's land, which looked like blood. The weasel must have stolen someone's chicken again. He didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly pulled the car to

Rush to Yueji Village and arrive at Mill

At that time, he saw that there was a long queue, with more than twenty flat cars, and two people from Liuzhuang Village were also waiting. Now he had to wait until noon. When he was bored, he thought of his old mother, and he

Ask a person from Liuzhuang Village to help take care of one

Next, I went straight to my mother's house to see what kind of disease this old man was suffering from. When I got to my mother's house, I was rejected. The door was locked. I peered through the low earthen wall and saw the yard.

It's quiet inside. It's right next to it

A woman holding a child passed by. Liu Cunhou stopped him quickly and said, "Sister, where has old mother gone?" The woman rolled her eyes at him and said, "You are talking about my mother. He has been dead for more than ten days."

, don’t know either

What kind of disease did he get? He vomited blood all over the floor. When the villagers found him, his body was a little smelly. Oh, he has been a good old man for a lifetime, so pitiful." After saying this, he hugged the child and left. With these words,

Like a bolt from the blue, stunned

Liu Cunhou was hit so hard that he was stunned. He kept his mouth open and his eyes wide open for a few minutes. When he recovered, he turned around and ran away. The sound of the old woman's laborious coughing seemed to be heard in his ears.

It's also cool.

From then on, Liu Cunhou never went to the cotton fields again, leaving everything to his wife to take care of. After Liu Cunhou spread the news, everyone who heard it was horrified. There are many strange things in the countryside, but this kind of thing is still unheard of.
Chapter completed!