Niu Bao drank wine and smoked a cigarette, and told me what happened back then:

That summer, I followed my grandfather up the mountain to get firewood, and happened to see a group of people from the coal mine on the mountain walking down.

The leader and the mine owner Wei Daqiang walked in and said: "We have found a place this time. If you believe me, just shoot two shots to the side and we are guaranteed to hit a rich mine. Just wait."

Just lie at home and count your money!”

Originally, I thought that meeting Wei Daqiang was an accident.

Look now, my father has been taking me around the same place, just waiting for Wei Daqiang!

That day, our father and I had a head-to-head encounter with Wei Daqiang and the others.

Wei Daqiang was also stern. He looked at my father and said, "Old Niutou, where are you running to the mountains? Come over tomorrow and show me the pile. I'll give you four hundred a month. It's no better than pulling wood."

My grandfather walked up the mountain with his hands behind his back as if he hadn't heard anything. He didn't even look at Wei Daqiang, which made him blush.

Wei Daqiang's people quit: "The old boss doesn't know how to praise, Brother Wei, I..."

When I heard something was wrong, I quickly looked over to Wei Daqiang.

"Shut up!" Wei Daqiang scolded the man with a fierce face, and then said: "Uncle Niu, I really do it for your own good. You are already so old, and it is not easy to raise a child."

"I don't need those two small coins. Come over and show me a pile. Isn't it better than you working so hard in the dirt?"

"I can't spend your money from the underworld." My father spoke, but he almost choked to death as soon as he spoke.

This time, even Wei Daqiang's expression turned bad.

My father, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He walked up the mountain with the sickle behind his back and chanted: "Nine people enter the earth and eight ghosts lead the way. Do not follow the seven ghosts who lead the way. If you are thirsty and drink the water from the yellow spring at your feet, you will not enter the Yin City."

Maybe you can go back."

I didn't understand what my father meant, but the group of people became anxious. Someone pointed at my father and cursed: "You, mother, Biao, who the hell is a ghost."

I glanced at that group of people, weren't they just nine people? My father said they would become ghosts?

When I turned around to look at my grandfather, he was already halfway up the mountain.

Wei Daqiang was able to trick and scare the group of people down the mountain.

I walked around with my grandfather for a whole day, but when I came down the mountain, I was scolded by the villagers.

I didn't know what was going on at first, but later I understood that they were scolding me: they were jealous of others making money, and they cursed people to death in various ways.

All those nine people and eight ghosts are just pretending to be a fortune teller.

Even the fortune teller didn't make his words so clear. What else could it be other than deliberately cursing people?

Niu Bao stopped to take a breath when he said this. After so many years, he still felt angry when he thought about the curses in the village.

But I feel that Niu Tianlu said those words at that time to deliberately leave a way for those nine people to survive.

His plan must have been to kill people, but he didn't know whether it was out of guilt or some other mentality that he gave those nine people a life.

But no one could hear it at the time!

Niu Bao finally took a breath and continued:

Rural people are good at everything, but they are not virtuous when they scold others. The more they scolded, the worse they sounded. I was so angry that I cried and kept asking my father to tell them that he was not pretending to be a fortune teller.

Originally, my father didn't take them seriously, but as I cried more and more, those people's curses became more and more immoral.

Someone pointed at my father and shouted: "I can't blame you for the death of your son and wife, then you are the one doing the harm."

My father's face suddenly darkened, he raised the sickle in his hand, and with a pop, the head of the sickle was nailed into the wall.

Although the exterior wall of my house is not a cement wall, it is made of cement and stone. Normally, even nails cannot be driven into the cracks in the wall. My father used a sickle to hack into the wall. How much effort does it take?

My grandfather silenced all those who scolded him with just this one move.

My father pointed at the sickle and said, "When the head of the sickle falls off, I will make you cry and you won't be able to find the right tone."

The old ladies who were following us were also frightened by my father. No one dared to say a word, and they all returned home in despair.

The next day, my father started to get wood and squares to build coffins at home. He built eight coffins one after another and threw them in the yard for storage.

Everyone in the village knew that my father was making coffins, and more and more people were scolding him. Many people had cut off contact with my family, and even the children in the village stopped playing with me.

When people say something bad about my grandfather, I get very angry. I know that my grandfather is not the kind of person who curses others to death just because they are getting rich.

But no one in the village paid any attention to me, so I ran outside the yard every day and watched three times a day to see when the sickle head would fall.

Almost a year later, when I went out, I saw that the handle of the sickle had fallen off, leaving only the sickle head stuck in the wall.
Chapter completed!