In the next few days, the people of Jiudaogou Village discovered that the animals around the village were particularly active.
Fox, weasel, snake, mouse, hedgehog.
These animals don't fight, they move in a hurry, as if they are looking for something.
It gets even more lively at night:
Will-o'-the-wisps flickered in all directions, and the voices of people talking could still be vaguely heard.
Fortunately, the deaf mother-in-law came to comfort everyone and told everyone that as long as they didn't leave the village, they would be fine.
It's a pity that the Chumaxian family and Grandma Mai searched for more than half a month, but they couldn't find any clues.
When everyone focused on the wilderness outside the village, the buried dry well in front of Tian Laosi's house began to seep black water again.
But the black water was covered by thick snow, and no one noticed it.
Time flies, and in half a month it will be the first day of school.
But at this time, Uncle Li suddenly fell ill, very seriously.
Hua Jiunan tried all kinds of methods but could not make the old man's condition improve.
The doctors specially invited by Director Zhou from the county seat were even more helpless.
Uncle Li is now eighty-eight years old.
When he was young and fighting, he suffered from injuries.
If Hua Jiu had not been treated with various drugs in recent years, he might not have been able to survive now.
On his deathbed, Uncle Li instead opened his mouth to comfort Hua Jiunan, who was crying.
"Xiaojiu, don't cry. I am satisfied that the old man can live for so long."
"It's time to reunite with our fallen comrades."
"My only regret is that I couldn't see you go to college in person."
As the old man talked, he felt much better.
But Hua Jiunan cried even more sadly.
He knew that this was a flashback.
Uncle Li asked Hua Jiunan to bring him a cigarette pouch and light it for him.
He took a nice sip and then said:
"Jiu, go turn on the radio. Grandpa wants to listen to Shajiabang."
On the radio, Aqing's wife sang:
A seven-star stove was set up and a copper kettle was used to boil the three rivers. Set up the Eight Immortals table to entertain sixteen parties.
Everyone who comes is a guest, and it all depends on their mouth. Laugh when we meet and don't think twice afterward.
As soon as the person leaves, the tea gets cold.
What's wrong with Zhou Xiang and Zhou Xiang...
The old man hummed a few words and continued:
"I haven't saved anything good in my life, so these medals are just for you."
"But I have to take the knife with me."
Gently stroking the sword, Uncle Li was filled with pride:
"How do you feel today after being decapitated? Starting a business is difficult and involves many battles. Now I'm going to Quantai to recruit old men, and I will kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners!"
"If someone in the underworld dares to bully our people, old man, I will use this big knife to fight them to the death!!!"
After speaking, Uncle Li burst into laughter, as if he had returned to those turbulent years of war.
Smiling, the old man gradually became silent.
He just smoked his pipe, stroked his sword, and passed away.
Uncle Li's death made the entire small mountain village immersed in sadness.
There was crying everywhere.
Every household wears hemp and mourning to pay homage to this old man who dedicated everything to the country and the people.
This night, the wind and snow became even worse.
Hua Jiunan didn't let anyone accompany her, and she knelt in the mourning shed in the courtyard and cried.
The cold wind blew, and Chang Huaiyuan and Grandma Mai appeared behind him.
Grandma Mai did not sit in the sedan chair, but looked at Uncle Li's coffin and sighed:
"Good people don't live long!"
"Brother, why did you just leave when you said you were leaving!"
"It's a pity, my sister, I am of low moral character and cannot save a man of great merit like you!"
Chang Huaiyuan lit three sticks of incense and bowed in salute:
"Have a good trip, old general!"
At this moment, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
Even the wind and snow stopped.
Chang Huaiyuan hurriedly pulled Grandma Mai into the side room and attached them to their respective tablets.
"Masters Fan and Xie are here, and I still need to stay away."
Hua Jiunan raised his head and saw two blurry figures, one black and one white, standing in front of the coffin at some point.
The white figure spoke:
"The time has come!"
"There is no inn on Huangquan Road. Watch your step carefully. Please treat me as always!"
The black figure cherishes words like gold:
"please!"
I saw Uncle Li walking out of the coffin, carrying a big knife behind him.
He first touched Hua Jiunan's head lovingly, and then walked a few steps into the house.
Two figures, one black and one white, looked at each other and followed closely without saying anything.
Uncle Li looked at his deaf mother-in-law, who was sleeping due to excessive grief, and sighed.
Then he walked to Wang Qianyue, who was guarding the ever-burning lantern and crying into tears.
"Girl, grandpa is gone, you have to be good."
"Like your brother, study hard and get into college in the future!"
After Uncle Li finished speaking, he clasped his fists at two figures, one black and one white:
"I've wasted you two's time, let's get on our way."
The black figure clasped his fists in return:
"Easy to say!"
When they passed by Hua Jiunan, the white figure suddenly spoke:
"Little sir, I know you can see us and hear us."
"Thinking of your ancestors' achievements, let me remind you."
"The girl over there, Zihe Che, was made evil by a lonely ghost."
"You have to find a way to find that guy, otherwise, it will be difficult for the little girl to live past the age of eighteen!"
Note: The placenta is also called the Zihe car.
