I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

Chapter 222

In some places, the crockpot grave is in the shape of a fall, with the mouth of the pot facing forward, which is convenient for laying bricks, but it is also convenient for the elderly to escape.

In some places, the clay pot tomb is in the shape of a standing one, the mouth of the pot is facing the sky, it is not convenient to lay bricks, but the old man can never escape.

The clay pot grave that Zhang Zhu dug for his old wife, the mouth of the jar is facing the sky.

In the narrow space, it was extremely dark, and the old lady looked up obsessively, looking at the blue transparent sky through the mouth of the can.

Volting XVII, May XIX.

The old lady waited, waited, waited, waited, until the blazing sun hung high in the heart of the sky, and then heard a sound of footsteps from far and near.

“Mom, it’s time to eat.”

A head suddenly grew out of the mouth of the can.

Zhang Zhu handed in the two nest heads.

The old lady was already hungry, one nest head in each hand, chewing hard with her gums.

Outside the crockpot grave, Zhang Zhu shoveled some soil with a shovel.

Then pick up the teapot and pour some water, stir it, and spread it to the mouth of the can.

Finally, pick up a green brick and press it on the yellow mud.

“Son, am my grandson awake?”

“Nope.”

“Is that child still living in the ancestral home?”

“Live.”

“Is the village still peaceful?”

“Yesterday, the chicken of Zhao Wu’s family was lost, saying that Wang Qi stole it, and the two stood at the door of their courtyard and scolded each other for several hours.”

Listening to her son’s gushing, the old lady’s face was full of smiles.

“Mom, give me the night pot.”

After throwing down the food residue, Zhang Zhu said softly: “Mother, the hour is not early, I have to go to the ground in a while, I will go first.”

The old lady: “Okay, go down the mountain slowly, Ming’er will come early.” ”

It’s like a bird in a cage.

The birdcage is still covered with black cloth.

There was no sound around.

The old lady recalled the past, sometimes smiling, sometimes angry, sometimes sad.

One meal a day, one brick.

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

The younger grandson of the Zhang family still shows no signs of awakening.

“That old immortal, when will he die?!”

Zhu Hong stroked her youngest son’s paper-white little face, gritted her teeth and said, “I said let you make the mouth of the can smaller.”

“One brick a day, wait until the year of the monkey to seal the mouth of the can?!”

May 27.

Night.

Zhang Zhu also found a long gun from nowhere and carried the broken gun up the mountain.

In the middle of the moon.

Zhang Zhu came to the clay pot grave.

By the moonlight, the man could see clearly that the sleeping old woman in the grave was curled up like a baby.

Zhang Zhu raised his spear high.

The spearhead that had been sharpened by the man for a long time flashed with a cold glow like frost and snow under the moonlight.

Look at the bark-like face of the old lady.

Look at the hair covered in frost and snow.

The man held the gun and his arm trembled violently.

One by one, hot tears fell violently on the crockpot jar.

The man climbed with a roll and fled.

Inside the crockpot grave.

Listen to the sound of my son’s rapidly moving footsteps.

The corners of the old man’s gently closed eyes oozed turbid and moist.

Tears glide across wrinkled skin.

It seems that turbid water flows through the cracked loess.

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On May 28, Han Xianggu did not see Zhang Zhu going up the mountain.

The same is true for May 29.

On May 30, Han Xiangbone carried the food box up the mountain.

On the crockpot mountain, it is densely packed with crockpot tombs.

Han Xiangbone searched for a long time before he found the mouth of the Zhang family.

“Grandma Zhang.”

Han Xiangbone was lying at the mouth of the jar, and saw the old lady in the jar lying on the ground, extremely weak.

I also saw that the walls of the soil around the tank were full of shocking scratching marks.

And the middle of the granny’s ten fingernails is all loess.

“Too… Taiping. The

old lady struggled to sit up.

Han Xiangbone hurriedly opened the food box and handed over the bowl full of still warm corn porridge.

After drinking corn porridge and eating two freshly steamed nest heads of Han Xiang bones, the old lady’s spirit was finally better.

There is no mention of his son Zhang Zhu.

The old lady just asked Xiaosun if she had woken up.

From the beginning of the morning sun to the beginning of the big sun to the west, the old lady was reluctant to urge Han Xiangbone to go down the mountain.

In the next few days, Han Xiangbone replaced Zhang Zhu and came to deliver food to the old lady every day.

Two meals a day, rain or shine.

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The ninth day of June.

Looking at his little son lying on the bed, breathless like a gossamer.

Zhu Hong pointed at Zhang Zhu’s face and scolded: “You are a waste, and the son and the old immortal are more important than each other, can’t you carry it?”

“You close your eyes, grit your teeth, and stab you ten times with a gun?!”

“I have to starve to death!”

“It’s good now, that young man surnamed Han eats twice a day, and he sends more often than you.”

“Do you really want to watch your son die in bed?”

“Do you really want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person?”

Squatting on the threshold, Zhang Zhu, who was smoking a dry cigarette, his hand holding the brass dry tobacco stick trembled slightly

, and said, “When that young man comes back, I’ll talk about it.” –

When the sun is thin.

Han Xiangbone carried the food box back to the village.

As soon as he opened the door of the Zhang family’s ancestral house, he saw Zhang Zhu squatting under the eaves of the main house.

“Taiping, don’t send it, Uncle Zhang begs you.”

Han Xiangbone was silent for a short while, and said, “Now send your youngest son to the county to find a doctor, and the child can still live.”

“Do you really believe that Nanhua old immortal’s words, it was Grandma Zhang who brought bad luck to your Zhang family?” Did Grandma Zhang cause your youngest son to remain unconscious? ”

Boy!”

Zhang Zhu stood up with a snort, glared angrily at Han Xiangbone, and scolded sharply: “Don’t offend the old immortal Yu!” ”

The conversation broke up.

On the tenth day of June, Han Xiangbone delivered meals as usual.

June 11.

When the sky is dim.

First, there was a huge bang, and then the door of the east wing of the Zhangjia ancestral residence was slammed urgently.

“Taiping, it’s me, you Uncle Guo, open the door quickly.”

Crunching.

Han Xiangbone opened the door.

In an instant, the wind swept rainwater into the house.

The sleepy-eyed Han Xiangbone immediately woke up.

“Uncle Guo, what’s wrong?”

Guo Sheng, who was poured into a chicken by the rain, looked at the boy with a puzzled look in front of him

, looked at the rough skin of the teenager being tanned, even if he couldn’t bear it, he still said in a sigh: “Taiping… You, go and see in the field. ”

Two quarters of an hour later.

Han Xianggu stood in his field, looking at the corn seedlings whose roots were exposed to the ground, standing silently like a stone statue.

Still wet by the icy rain.

Behind the young man, Guo Sheng clenched his fists fiercely.

Others may not know, but Guo Province knows best.

For these five acres of land, how many sins and hardships did the young man suffer.

The first hoe, then the second hoe to sow the seeds.

The third time to hoe the weeds and pull out the seedlings.

Fourth hoeing.

He often went down before dawn and returned home by moonlight when night fell.

The skin was tanned and shed layer after layer of skin.

Blisters and blood blisters were felt on the hands.

The crops that were planted almost like raising children were uprooted overnight.

For ordinary people, this is asking for human lives.

Han Xiangbone squatted down and reached out to pick up a seedling that had grown to a foot tall.

A deep sense of despair that had never been felt before, even when he witnessed the Han family being beheaded by the whole house, was like a big hand, fiercely strangling Han Xiang’s throat.

The boy was about to suffocate.

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Ps: Explain that when the wheat is golden, it means that it is ripe and needs to be harvested quickly.

But if God does not appreciate the face, it rains, and after the rain, the sky is sunny, and the wheat will quickly germinate and mold, which is a disaster for the common people.

Good wheat is a pound and a dime, moldy wheat, no one wants to give it away for nothing.

In addition, the crockpot grave is our country.

The little day seems to be a sacrifice to the mountain god.

As the saying goes, relying on the mountains and eating the mountains depends on the water and the water, so there is a custom of sacrificing the mountain gods over there in small days, and we also have them.

But as we all know, small days are scarce in resources, and there must be sacrifices to the mountain gods.

Cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs are reluctant to kill, so what to do?

So he carried the old people of the family, who were eating idle food, into the mountains, and were either eaten by wild beasts or starved to death.

If the old man dares to run, the end is to throw directly off the cliff.