Ma Chengzhi kept his grandfather's words in mind. Suddenly one day, I met the elderly Gao Hua in the town. His hands were indeed ulcerated, but some parts had scars and showed signs of recovery.
Ma Chengzhi glanced at the scar a few times, and then asked, Uncle Hua, what happened to your hands? Gao Hua sighed and avoided talking about the reason.
But he said, Chengzhi, do you think Uncle Hua suffered evil? The sores on my hands have been with me for ten or twenty years, and they are about the same age as you. I started to read the medicine books by myself, and followed the prescriptions in the medicine books. I went to the mountains to collect medicines, boiled them in water, drank them, and washed them, but nothing worked. So I had to seek medical treatment everywhere. I went to all the hospitals in the county and provincial capitals, but to no avail. It's strange to say that I almost spent all my life savings of more than 80,000 yuan. Only then did the sores on my hands stop festering and slowly formed scars, giving me hope for a better future.
My grandfather said that diseases that are rare to be cured are all karmic diseases. The sores on your hands are already scarring and are about to be cured. Is this considered a karmic disease?
It shouldn't count, I've never done anything bad in my life.
Ma Chengzhi brought the topic to evil, which made Gao Hua feel ashamed, because he told a lie. More than 20 years ago, he listened to the instructions of Gao Li, his brother with the same surname in his dream, and stole the Wok Palm Goose Meat Restaurant in Madu River. He had more than 80,000 yuan in cash and reported the crime at that time, but the police did not find it. Gao Hua kept the money at home, and slowly his hands began to ulcerate. He was not aware of the cause at all, thinking that it was a minor illness that could be put off and might heal on its own without treatment.
But his calculations were wrong, and it lasted for ten or twenty years, and he has not fully recovered until now. The more than 80,000 yuan he once stole was basically spent on treating these rotten hands. Looking back now, he feels a little regretful. He regrets that he didn't listen to all the words of his brother Gao Li in the dream, that is, he only listened to what he thought was beneficial to him, and he didn't listen to what he thought was not beneficial to him.
Gao Li indeed gave him instructions and help on how to steal the ill-gotten wealth earned from killing the white geese at Madu River to make wok-palm dishes, and Gao Hua also followed suit. But Gao Li also advised him not to keep all the money for himself.
Gao Hua still vaguely remembered: Gao Li in the dream took him to Maduhe's bedroom, pointed to the crocodile leather bag full of money and said, "It's full of money. You can take it away with this bag, but Eighty or ninety percent of the money earned should be donated to the poor, welfare homes, temples, etc. You can only get 120% personally. If you don't do what I say, there will be disaster.
Gao Hua thought to himself: He really didn't do what Gao Li said. Could it be that the sores on my hands that have been treated for ten or twenty years are the disaster Gao Li said? This is more severe and torturous than ordinary disasters. Ordinary disasters will pass in a short time, but this (disaster) cannot be overcome, and I have been suffering from the pain of the disease. Could this be the evil disease that Ma Chengzhi's grandfather mentioned?
By the time Gao Hua understood it, it was already too late and there was nothing he could do to remedy it. But facing this young boy Ma Chengzhi, he still wanted to save face. He squinted his tired mung bean eyes and emphasized repeatedly, I am not suffering from an evil disorder. Suffer from evil disease.
Ma Chengzhi stopped chatting and just smiled dullly, thinking: If you don't do evil, how can you suffer evil? What a contradiction.
Ma Chengzhi was restless and always wanted to engage in local chicken breeding and become a chicken shepherd. In April of this year, the weather became warm, so he went to the street and bought a nest of native chickens. There were about 20 chickens, all as big as pom-poms. They were very beautiful and came in different colors: black, white, gray, and yellow. It uses its bright yellow pointed beak to peck at the fine rice scattered in the round wooden basin, and it makes cheerful sounds freely.
The cries of each chicken are gathered together, like a symphony of natural sounds, playing Ma Chengzhi's dream of pursuing his dream - to develop native chicken breeding industry and strive to become rich and well-off.
At this moment, some of the chickens that had eaten were crowded around and playing, putting their heads on the bodies of other chickens. The other chickens seemed to not want others to take advantage of them, so they immediately turned around and squawked. The chickens protested, or squeezed into another area, burying their heads in the down of other chickens that had not yet grown wings, as if to obtain shelter and take advantage of more.
Many chickens behave like this, making this wooden tub as their home a paradise for their games. On one side of the round tub, a wine cup of water was placed to help the chickens quench their thirst.
There was a chicken with black velvety feathers that took the lead and stretched its neck into the wine cup to drink. The way it drank was a bit emotional. It first sank its sharp beak into the water like a small straw, then raised its neck, and drank one or two drops of water. It flowed down the throat without leakage. This continuous movement lasted two or three times. This little chicken should be said to be full. It shook its head and returned to the group of chickens.
Ma Chengzhi looked at it casually, but found that because it opened its head, other chickens came to drink water one after another.
Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in the sky outside the door, strong winds arose, and there was a bit of chill. It actually caused the chickens to scream "chirp" in fear, which made Ma Chengzhi panic when he heard it.
Look at the down of the chickens, which has been blown and swelled, like an invisible or ruthless comb, revealing messy lines. If these chickens, which are still too young and weak, catch a cold, they will probably wither like flowers because they cannot withstand the torture.
So, Ma Chengzhi immediately closed the door. The chickens' chirping sounds obviously changed from rapidity to calmness, and then returned to tranquility. Ma Chengzhi was slightly relieved.
The chickens he purchased from the market were all artificially hatched by chicken farms. These creatures cannot see their mothers as soon as they emerge from the eggshells. They are group orphans, and they often take the first thing they see to raise them. She recognized her as her mother.
Usually chickens hatched by farmers are hatched by hens, who take them to play, store them in cages, and eat their milk for three days. However, artificially hatched chickens are forever deprived of this natural right, even if No matter how carefully the breeders take care of them and look after them without blinking an eye, they can't compare to the extraordinarily tacit care and care of their direct relatives - the hens; Let the chickens have the same natural childishness that should not be deprived.
When encountering any danger, for the safety of the chicks, the mother will often squat down on the spot and spread her wings like a tent to protect her children; or stand up and stretch out her long neck and sharp Its sharp beak is like a spear, ready to attack incoming enemies at any time.
However, these due rights have been ruthlessly trampled by humans who adopt artificial incubation. Groups of chickens that have been artificially hatched have never had their due rights and are unheard of. When Ma Chengzhi thought of this, he felt particularly sympathetic to the chicken orphans who were born without mothers.
At the moment, he felt like he was acting as the mother of these little creatures. Although he couldn't let these chickens lie in his arms and eat their hairy breasts, he could ensure that they would be well fed and nourished every day, and they would grow up day by day. Until the red crown blossoms, the webbed claws are strong, the cry is loud, and the coat color is dazzling.
The heavy rain outside gradually stopped, and it was getting late. The nest of chickens in the round wooden basin hugged each other and stopped croaking so much.
Ma Chengzhi was careful and covered the log basin with a woven quilted cover with tight gaps to prevent cats and mice from invading the chickens. After the things were done, it was late at night, and Ma Chengzhi went to bed and fell asleep.
In his sleep, he seemed to have come to a tomb in the mountains. He was very familiar with the tombs of his father, which were lying on their backs. Every year during the Qingming Festival, his grandfather would take him to visit the tomb. He did not just kneel down and burn incense in front of the tomb. Instead, under Grandpa's guidance, drainage ditches were dug around the top and sides of the grave to prevent heavy rains and flash floods from flattening the grave.
If so, it is very unlucky. No one cares about whether it is really unlucky. However, building graves for ancestors is also a sign of respect for ancestors and filial piety.
Ma Chengzhi was in a trance but somehow came to his father's grave. Before he could regain his consciousness, a young man with small eyes suddenly appeared, looked at him and said, Chengzhi, my son, let me tell you something.
Ma Chengzhi felt strange and thought: I don't know you, why do you call me Zai? Why don't you say something back in a loud voice, who are you? The young man raised a hand and said with a smile, I am your father.
nonsense. Why do you say you are my dad? Ma Chengzhi asked aggressively.
