But as time went on, she couldn't stand it anymore. After all, several round trips a day were a lot of distance. One time, she was really too lazy to walk, so she took a shortcut through the forest in the mountains. She was originally worried about meeting some bad people, but she didn't.
Thinking of a smooth journey and extra peace of mind.
With a sense of luck, grandma walked twice more, and there were no problems as before. Now grandma was happy. She had identified this shortcut, which not only shortened the time, but also saved a lot of travel between the two places.
Less trouble.
It is said that one day, my grandma was walking on the road and suddenly met an old lady. The old lady was a little thin, but well-dressed. When she saw her, she was riding a big snow-white donkey on the trail.
Walk.
The donkey was very beautiful, but he couldn't walk very fast. Grandma was walking on the road with a basket on her arm, and she was just as level as him. Because the path was very remote and there were no people there, it was rare that she met her companion's grandma.
We chatted up a few words, but the old lady was so arrogant that she looked sideways at grandma and ignored her at all.
Grandma was very angry and angry, and she couldn't help but feel depressed for a while. Just like that, the two of them walked side by side, neither paying attention to the other.
However, as long as grandma passed the white donkey, the old lady would be very unhappy and urge the donkey to go faster. As soon as grandma fell behind, the old lady would shake her head triumphantly.
Grandma was young too. She couldn't give up easily when she saw this situation. Now she started to compete with the donkey. She walked faster and faster, and finally she started running and left the donkey behind her. Then she was happy.
My heart is home.
When I got home, my grandma told my grandpa about it while they were eating. Grandpa didn't pay much attention to it. However, no one had ever seen this white-haired donkey before, so he was quite curious, so he said
, there were few people walking on that path, so even if she encountered something unclean, grandma wouldn’t pay attention to it, just thinking that the old man was worrying blindly.
A few days later, grandma would meet the old lady riding a white donkey every now and then. They still didn't say a word and continued to compete on the not-so-wide path. But this time it was different.
The white donkey was running very fast, and it threw grandma far away.
The old lady ran over and was very excited. After finishing the dazzling run, she turned the donkey's head and turned back. Just like grandma, she urged the white donkey to catch up again.
After going back and forth, grandma gave up and borrowed a black donkey from my great-grandfather’s house the next day, insisting on competing with her.
Grandma was also a heroic girl when she was young, and no one could stop her little temper. Not to mention, she could run so fast while sitting on a donkey, which was really worthy of her grandfather's careful cultivation.
Soon the old lady riding the white donkey couldn't resist anymore, and was thrown far away by the donkey raised by the third grandfather. This time the old lady stopped squealing, stretched her neck and shouted while chasing up with all her strength. But
Donkeys are not like horses. No matter how fast they are, they can't go any faster. Just like that, it didn't take long before the two of them were running and bumping again.
While running, they passed by a fork in the road and happened to meet an old man in the village who was collecting dung with a basket.
The old man was holding a fork for picking up dung. He had just come up from the side road. He plucked the grass to see if there were any mushrooms while not forgetting his work. Hearing the sound of the donkey's hooves, he quickly looked up and raised his eyelids to see the donkey whipping his whip.
Grandma, something followed behind her.
The old man was quite old and had some presbyopia, so he couldn't see clearly at the time. When they ran in and rubbed his eyes, he looked again. Oh my God, there was no old lady riding a white donkey behind grandma. She was racing with grandma.
It was clearly a yellow-skinned boy riding a big white rabbit and howling!
The yellow man was holding two rabbit ears and was running vigorously with his slender body hunched over. In his hurry, he didn't see when the old man emerged from the side road.
When the old man saw this, he must have known that grandma was obsessed with the yellow leather. In his desperation, he didn't have time to think too much. He picked up the steel fork in his hand and threw it in the direction of the yellow leather.
This time, the yellow rabbit was not hit, but it frightened the big rabbit. With the crisp sound of the iron fork hitting the ground, the big white rabbit hurriedly turned around, but he ran too fast just now and couldn't stop his feet.
In a hurry, a "rabbit stumbled". After a chaotic roll, the two monsters ran away and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
This incident frightened grandma. When she got home, she didn't dare to leave the house for several days. However, the yellow man neither came to the door nor harmed the old man who was scavenging. As time went by, the incident just passed.
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It wasn't until many years later, when my father was born, that the old lady Huang riding a white donkey showed up in another forest.
However, by that time she no longer raced with people, and the white donkey she was riding had turned into a gray "dwarf mule".
This old lady never talked to anyone, and she didn't care about other people's strange looks. She was all alone, shaking her head and singing as she walked: "That day I was walking my horse on the beach, and suddenly five steel forks came flying..."
Every time I talk about this, grandma has to imitate a few sentences in the Errenzhuan accent.
I felt funny when I thought about the yellow guy holding the rabbit's ears and strolling along the avenue. Coupled with his habit of singing while walking, he looked like an old naughty boy who liked to tease.
However, this happened a long time ago, and it is impossible to find out whether it is true or not. And he is the only yellow-skinned person I know who does not bully others.
In comparison, the skin that Lao Dao talks about is not so cute.
The one he met was a very ferocious old monster. It was no wonder that she was so resentful. No one would be comfortable with this matter.
This happened two years before I was born, by which time the famine had long passed.
The old Taoist said that there was a farmer less than a hundred miles away from us. He happened to meet him last time he came here.
Coincidentally, the owner of that farmer's family is named Zhang. In order to distinguish him from the unlucky Zhang Dakui, let's call him Mr. Zhang for the time being.
Lao Zhangtou said that his family has lived at the foot of the mountains for generations. At that time, the way of life of ordinary people was to rely on mountains and water to drink water. Lao Zhang's family was no exception. For generations, they lived by hunting and farming. They were half farmers and half farmers.
Orion.
Now that there are fewer forests, this kind of thing sounds very mysterious, but going back twenty or thirty years, there were still many such people in the old Northeast.
This old man, Zhang, was not well off. In the past, he was always hungry and well fed. In the past few years, the family was able to have a full meal thanks to the little hens his wife had raised.