Uncle Han was already a little shocked at this time. After hearing his grandfather say a few words of thanks, he staggered and ran home with Xiaobao in his arms.

Grandpa then asked the people next to him what was wrong here? Why did Xiaobao throw his skull out, why did he faint? With the remarks of Big Ya and the supplements of the people around him, Grandpa understood, nodded, took a breath, and said to himself: "God's will, fate!"

Later, I specifically asked my grandfather, and then I realized that the black beetle was called "corpse worm". The black corpse worms live by sucking blood and body fluids in the corpse; the yellow corpse worms live by sucking internal organs of the corpse; the red corpse worms live by nibbling the skin and muscles of the corpse. Generally, these insects are in groups, and this single corpse worm is very rare. Grandpa also told me with certainty that the Feng Shui of this tomb cannot give birth to such corpse worms. It is really strange that such a lonely one is, but when I ask anything else, my grandfather insists on keeping his mouth shut.

After Uncle Han left with Xiaobao in his arms, grandpa was frowning. I vaguely had a very bad premonition, so I asked grandpa if something happened to Xiaobao?

Grandpa told me with a serious look on his face that wealth is in heaven and destiny. If Xiaobao can smoothly apply the bones and gold, there may be nothing wrong. But now this variable is unexpected and destined, and it is probably destined. At most, there will be twenty years of destiny. If Xiaobao is lucky and has great fortune, he will be lucky and can survive twenty years, and there will be nothing wrong.

Looking back now, everything was so satisfactory to my grandfather back then.

After Uncle Han walked away with Xiaobao, grandfather sighed to the sky, picked up the golden bucket containing bones with his left hand, pressed his right hand on the bucket cover, and asked his beard to help him take the jar and box containing the funeral objects, and carefully walked towards the tomb pit that had just been dug in front.

After Uncle Han settled Xiaobao at home, he started cooking and cooking directly.

When the sky was a little dark, Xiaobao woke up. There was no discomfort, but his eyes were a little straight, and he seemed to have not recovered from the fright at that time. But strangely, he no longer had a fever. I can't tell whether this is related to "pulling bones and picking up gold".

This is the case in rural areas. If there is anything, the villagers will help you together, and you don’t have to pay any wages, and you can just provide a meal in the end.

Uncle Han deliberately killed two chickens and stewed a large pot of meat. The aroma was so fragrant. He drooled when he smelled it. Seeing Daya sniffing straight, I wanted to laugh at Daya, but I didn't expect that when I opened my mouth, my drool first leaked a bunch of it, and Daya turned around and made fun of him. I was very embarrassed at the time.

It was winter at that time, and there were no vegetables in the countryside in winter. They were all cabbage, potatoes or pickled sauerkraut, so killing chickens became the highest level of treat for entertaining guests in the countryside at that time. Usually, every family was the third child, and they were not involved in meat and were greedy.

All the people who helped were having dinner at Uncle Han's house. Of course, the neighbors of the neighbors also invited them to sit over and had three tables. Grandpa, village chief, Xiaobao's uncle, and Uncle Han and others sat at a table, which was considered the main table. Other people who dug holes and fill the soil sat at the other two tables. In the countryside, women are not allowed to sit in the table, and children can only stand by the stove outside the house and eat a bite. Fortunately, there is still meat, so you can eat it.

Uncle Han is an honest and authentic rural person and doesn't say anything. He just kept pouring wine and advised everyone to drink. After a while, the people on the table drank a little "listening" and their faces were flushed.

Uncle Han kept filling his grandfather's cup and saying something grateful. Although his grandfather was drunk, he still said clearly: "His eldest nephew of the Han family, you don't have to thank me for Xiaobao, or you don't have to take my favors. It's a blessing or a disaster. To be honest, I don't know yet. Listen to my old man, you should leave quickly after the New Year, move and leave here, the farther away, the better."

Uncle Han was already a little drunk, but when he heard this, he woke up more than half of his wine. He stared at his eyes and asked his grandfather: "His father in the Han family, what are you saying, go? Where are you going? My house and the land are all in this lump. Where am I going? Why should I leave? Isn't Xiaobao ready?"

Grandpa put down the cup he had originally picked up and told Uncle Han that he might not understand something he said. If he believed the old man and wanted Xiaobao to be better in the future, he would not be able to stay in this area. If he believed it or not, let Uncle Han make a big decision, but he would say whatever he said, and let Uncle Han think carefully.

This incident is not far from the Spring Festival, and it will soon be the Spring Festival. The Spring Festival in the countryside is the most lively event of the year, and the whole village is immersed in a peaceful and joyful atmosphere. Perhaps it was because the Spring Festival incident that diluted people's consciousness, and almost no one mentioned this matter again.

Xiaobao is like nothing happened, and he asks me and Daya to mess around every day.

But before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Uncle Han and his family suddenly said they were moving away. This was a sudden incident. The children had a way of separation, and they gave each other some small gifts, saying they were gifts, just small things such as erasers or pencil sharpeners. A few years later, when I was in junior high school, our family moved to another town. Daya and his family also left the village a few years later and moved to Changchun, the provincial capital.

The village in Caijia Town has not been back for fifteen or sixteen years since my grandfather passed away.
Chapter completed!