Dreaming of 1988, I have the ability to see ghosts and ghosts

In the evening, when Qin Juhua came to ask me out, I carried the heavy things that my grandma had prepared for me, including vegetables, daily necessities, etc., said goodbye to my grandma, and walked to school with her.

It was another week of intense study. When I got home on Saturday night, my grandma was still waiting for me at home for dinner.

The difference is that there are two more people in the family, one is the village chief Huang, and the other is a middle-aged man who is about the same age as the village chief and whom I don’t know.

"Liu Feng, you are finally back."

Before I even walked into the house, Village Chief Huang couldn't wait to speak.

Could it be that these two people came here specifically to look for me? That's impossible. They must have come to look for my grandma, because I didn't come back and my grandma didn't want to go with them.

"Feng'er, you're back. Come in and eat. Come with me after dinner."

Grandma quickly took the schoolbag and other things from my hands.

"Grandma, Village Chief Huang!"

I called people politely, and as for the one I didn't know, I just smiled and nodded at him.

"Aunt Xu, this is Liu Feng. She has grown so big now."

The middle-aged man whom I didn’t know looked at me and said to my grandma.

"Feng'er, hurry up and call someone, this is Uncle Lu from Director Huang's family."

When my grandmother saw him asking me, she started to introduce it.

Uncle Lu from Director Huang’s family, which director?

I looked at him puzzledly and called out softly, "Hello, Uncle Lu!"

There are seven groups in Huangjia Village, and each group has about 40 households. It is impossible for my grandmother to know all of them. As a child, it is even more impossible for me to know many people.

"Liu Feng, hurry up and eat!"

Village Chief Huang seemed a little anxious. I thought, they must have been staying in my house for a long time.

"Aunt Xu, you too, I asked you to come to my house to eat, but you insisted on waiting for Liu Feng to come back and eat before going."

Uncle Lu also joined in.

"It's okay, it's okay, Feng'er, eat quickly and come with me after you finish eating. I couldn't get away from them just now and I've already eaten a little."

Grandma spoke.

Could it be that there was something that grandma couldn't solve alone? Otherwise, she wouldn't have insisted on waiting for me to come back before going.

I felt embarrassed too, as they had been waiting. I just ate a few mouthfuls of rice and said something to grandma.

"Grandma, I'm done eating."

I was just about to wash the dishes I had eaten when my grandma stopped me.

"Let's go, put the bowl down first."

What's the hurry? You can't even waste time washing the dishes.

"Let's go, let's go, if we don't go back, I don't know what will happen to our family."

Uncle Lu had been standing at the door, rubbing his hands and pacing back and forth. It was obvious that he was more anxious than Village Chief Huang. From his tone, it seemed that something had happened in his family.

Without saying a word, grandma picked up the cloth bag next to her and pulled me to follow the two people who were already impatient and striding forward.

We walked on a small path because it was autumn, the harvest season. Some of the grass on the ridges had turned yellow, and the fields were also dry. But after all, there were few people walking on it, so it was still a little difficult to walk on.

The three of them were walking in front, and I was having a hard time following behind.

The rice in some fields has been harvested, but a small amount has not yet been harvested. Some of the rice that has already been harvested is left in the fields to dry in the sun.

Mechanization has not yet been achieved in rural areas. Plowing and tilling the fields are all done with the help of cows. Most of the cows used for farming in this area are water buffaloes, and a small number of them are oxen.

Moreover, this area is on the edge of a plain and has hilly terrain. Even 20 years later, large-scale agricultural machinery has not been used. Instead of using oxen, small agricultural machinery is used to plow the fields.

However, even so, it is much faster than having the ox pull in front and the person whipping from behind, and it saves a lot of time and effort.

Harvesting is entirely done manually, and one has to race against time and be afraid of rain.

First, use a sickle to cut the rice, and place it in rows on the half-cut seedlings in the field. Then dry it for two or three days, and then use straw ropes to tie it into stacks.

The men would then carry the thousands of loads back and put them on their own threshing grounds. I don't know what it's called elsewhere, but that's what it's called in this area. It's a shoulder pole made of wood, with an iron tip at each end.

Every household here has a small threshing ground. Of course, this threshing ground is all land. People use stone rollers to roll the ground hard every once in a while to avoid too much dirt and ash being mixed into the millet during threshing.

When the weather is good, the stacks of grain that have been brought back are spread directly on the threshing floor, and the grains are crushed down in circles using stone rollers pulled by oxen. Then the layer of grass on top is tied up into bundles and piled in the corner.

A small portion of this grass is used to feed cattle in the winter, and most of it is tied into small bundles for burning.

It is mainly a plain area with no forests, and my family just picks up some firewood on the roadside to burn.

If it rains, the grain stacks will be piled up and covered with plastic sheets, and then moved down for threshing when the weather is better.

It felt like we walked for more than half an hour before we arrived at Uncle Lu's house.

In his threshing ground, the millet had been ground and a small part of the straw had been removed. Tools were scattered everywhere. It looked like a family had been working there, but suddenly they all ran away because of something.

A 20-year-old young man and an old lady in her 70s were standing at the door, looking around anxiously.

Seeing our group coming, the young man hurried over, and the old lady followed behind, staggering with a hunched back.

"Dad, village chief, you are back."

The young man also seemed quite anxious.

"Sister Xu, you are finally here. Look at the current situation at home. What should we do?"

The old lady came to my grandmother, grabbed her hand, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Old sister, it's okay, let me take a look first."

Grandma also held the old lady's hand and comforted her as they walked home.

The two old ladies both call each other "sister", and it's hard to tell who is older and who is younger. However, people in the village don't seem to care about this. They call each other that way out of both affection and respect.

I followed carefully behind. Everyone seemed to be thinking about their own things and seemed to have ignored my existence. It didn’t matter, after all, I was still a teenager.

It was not yet dark, and the red glow of the afterglow was scattered all over the earth.

The autumn heat cannot be ignored. Everyone was sweating along the way, especially Village Chief Huang and Uncle Lu. The sweat shirts they were wearing, which had turned yellow due to washing and had small holes in them, were completely soaked.

They asked anxiously while pulling the corners of Han's shirts to wipe the sweat off their faces.

"How is your mother? Was she still making a fuss just now?"

"How is Director Huang? Is she still making trouble?"

The two people asked the young man anxiously almost in unison.

"After you left, it was still noisy for a while, but it's better now," the young man replied.

The group of people quickly walked to the gate. It was such a hot day, and as soon as I arrived at the door, I felt the cold wind blowing out from inside, which made me shiver.

Why is there such a heavy yin energy? What happened to this family? How many unclean things have they offended? This chill is definitely not emitted by one or two little ghosts, but by a group of ghosts.