Everyone knows that Chinese people are very particular about chopsticks for eating. For example, hitting bowls, plates, or pots with chopsticks is undesirable, which is the saying "knocking pots and bowls is not far from death." It is even more unlucky for chopsticks to stand upright on a bowl. Almost everyone knows that only food for the dead will make the chopsticks stand upright.
Big Eye put chopsticks upright on the rice and the whole piece of pork head, and naturally it was also for the dead. The chopsticks stuck on the rice suddenly fell down. What does it mean? Was it not inserted well, or did the rituals not want to eat it
The face of Big Eyes was very strict, turned around and squatted on the ground, and said, "The green hills will not change the long green water, you all should be a thin face. We will never stay for too long. We will leave immediately after we finish the work, and we will never come again."
As soon as the words were finished, the chopsticks stuck in the pork head clicked and fell onto the yellow paper.
I couldn't help swallowing and spitting. It seemed that the first chopsticks that were poured weren't not inserted tightly, but the ghost of the sacrifice didn't want to eat it, and didn't give a big eye to it. And Big Eye is talking about you, that is, there are not one lone soul here, but there are many.
Looking up at the canopy of the poplar tree, the countless leaves through the thick fog seem to be moving without wind, like palms clapping silently.
Big Eyes stood up and said to me, "Anzi, you try."
I nodded and walked forward, picking up the chopsticks one by one, and said, "You guys, we have no intention of offending. Although yin and yang go in different ways, it is convenient for pedestrians, so please ask Haihan."
After speaking, I started to put the chopsticks on the rice and pork head. The chopsticks on the rice are easy to insert, but the chopsticks on the pork head can’t be inserted. The pork head meat was boiled very badly, but it seemed to be inserted into the elastic cowhide tendons, and I wanted to reinsert it into the small hole of the big eye, but it didn't match.
I was a little flustered and said, "Big Eyes, what's the situation?"
Big eyes waved to me and said, "Give the chopsticks to Zhang Ling and let her try."
Zhang Ling took the chopsticks in my hand, bit his lip and thrust the chopsticks into the pork head. I didn’t know that Zhang Ling had a strong hand, and there were differences between men and women, so he easily put the chopsticks upright on the pig’s head. . After inserting the chopsticks, Zhang Ling shook it specially to check whether it was firm, very firm, and even able to hold the pork head.
Pick it up.
Released our hands, we waited for a while, and when we saw that the two chopsticks hadn't fallen down, we breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, with big eyes showing Zhang Ling's thumb, and then said: "Let's go, enter the village! "
Entering the village, the village is quiet, because the eyes are full of mist, making the small village seem endlessly big. Zhang Ling knew where Gui Qi and the half-blind man lived, so we soon came outside the courtyard.
The courtyard wall is very high, with only three bungalows.
Bang, bang, bang...
Big Eye raised his hand and knocked on the door. The door was wooden. Although the sound was dull, the sound was very far-reaching.
After waiting for a while, no one responded, and with Big Eyes knocking on the door again, Zhang Ling said, "Don't knock, the door is unlocked."
After speaking, she raised her hand to push the door, and the door opened with a "squeak", but it was not locked.
The yard is not big, a broken three-wheeler is placed in the corner of the wall, and there is a chicken coop built of blue bricks under the wall. A black hen is squatting on the chicken coop, watching us intently.
Because Zhang Ling said that these chickens were a little weird last night, I subconsciously paid more attention to it. Upon closer inspection, I found that the exit of the chicken coop was actually crowded with chicken heads looking out, especially their eyes were straight. of.
Big eyes took a breath and said, "You said the eyes of these chickens don't look like human eyes?"
It’s a bit like, thinking that half-blind people used to feed pigs with human flesh. Is it possible that these chickens are also fed with human flesh
Zhang Ling said: "Leave these chickens alone, we are not here to catch them."
That’s right, although these chickens look a little weird, they can’t put the cart before the horse. Finding the ghost seven is the key to the hard work of them.
I walked a few steps quickly, pushed the door into the house, and a chill came out immediately.
There was a table in the middle of the house, and the half-blind man was sitting at the table eating. The meal was simple, millet porridge, steamed buns, and a plate of pickles. The half-blind man was startled and turned to look at us, but my attention was not on him. Instead, he went straight to the bedroom to find Ghost Seven.
There were no doors in the east and west houses, only the coarse cloth curtains. I opened the curtains of the east house and looked inside. The layout of the house is very simple. There is only one bed, but there is no shadow of the ghost seven. I immediately withdrew and walked to the west house.
Westinghouse has no ghost seven, the room is full of debris, there are wooden boards,
Iron pot, basket head, shovel... Very messy, there are some tributes and three portraits on a broken table. Because the light in the room is dim, it is difficult to see the person in the portrait.
I turned my head and asked the half-blind man, "Where is Ghost Seven?"
"Uh, ah, uh, uh..." The half-blind man gestured to express incomprehensible meaning.
Big eyes grabbed the half-blind man by the collar, pulled him up from the dinner table, and said loudly, "Don't pretend to be a ghost for us! Where is the ghost seven?"
The half-blind man waved his hand, as if saying that Ghost Seven did not live here.
Judging from the fact that there is only one bed in the east house, Guiqi does not live here, but yesterday we saw him enter the village with his own eyes, and there was Guiqi’s tricycle in the yard, so even if he did not live here, he must have been here.
Big eyes said fiercely: "Where is he, take us! Don't let Lao Tzu kill you!"
The half-blind man shook his head calmly and waved his hands, wondering if he didn't know or didn't want to say.
At this moment, Zhang Ling in Westinghouse suddenly shouted in panic: "You guys come and see! Come on!"
Zhang Ling is not a timid person, so listening to her voice changed, Dayan and I immediately rushed into the Westinghouse where the sundries were kept.
Zhang Ling was standing at the broken table staring at three portraits.
When I saw the three portraits, I couldn't help being surprised. The portrait in the middle turned out to be Zhang Ling. The portrait of Zhang Ling is placed in the middle, and the photos on both sides are blank.
Zhang Ling asked nervously, "Yes, am I dead?"
Neither Dayan nor I can answer this question for the time being. However, no matter if Zhang Ling is a man or a ghost, those two blank photo frames can easily make people think that they are for me and Dayan.
Turning to look outside the house, the half-blind man was standing at the door and smiling at us. His smile was very strange, as if to say that we were caught in his trap, and we shouldn't even try to escape from his palm.
Big eyes rushed over to grab the half-blind man, and cursed, "Old man, why is there a portrait of Zhang Ling! Say it!"
The half-blind grinned, revealing his only half of his tongue, and then raised his finger to the cauldron aside.
My instinct told me that there was something in the pot, so I immediately walked over and opened the lid. The nasty smell of blood came out the moment the lid was opened!!
The pot is actually bloody meat!
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