It was not until dawn that my uncle carefully got up and glanced at the window. Perhaps seeing that there was nothing unusual outside, he touched the kang again, stood up and looked into the yard. I found that my uncle's expression became very strange, a little frightened, but more of it was more fortunate. Later, as I got older, I knew how to describe my uncle's mood at that time, one word - the survivor of the disaster.

I also stood up on the bed and was shocked when I saw the scene outside the window.

The two old hens in the yard were both dead, and their deaths were particularly miserable. They were all torn into several petals, and their internal organs were sprinkled everywhere. One chicken's head was still intact. When he died, his eyes were wide and round. Another chicken's breast was torn open from the middle, and a row of broken ribs were exposed outside.

The entire yard is bounded by a clothesline. One side is full of chicken blood and internal organs, and the other side is very clean, and even the splattered chicken blood cannot be splashed here.

My uncle looked at the yard and was stunned for a long time until his eyes fell on the red line on the clothesline, and suddenly breathed a long sigh.

If it weren't for the red rope left by Lao Chaitou, the people in the house would probably not have ended up much better than the two hens in the yard.

That day, my mother was frightened. Although my mother grew up in the countryside and had seen killing chickens and also killed chickens myself, the death of the two chickens left a big shadow in my mother's heart. Until today, my mother has never raised chickens, let alone eaten a bite of chicken.

I was also frightened and stood in front of the window for a long time but couldn't recover.

At this time, the two men in the family became the backbone of my mother and me. My father asked my uncle to accompany me and my mother at home, and then walked through the bloodstained yard alone to find Lao Chaitou.

However, my father came back shortly after leaving, and Lao Chaitou followed my father into the yard. When he came, Lao Chaitou was carrying a very narrow and long bag.

Later, I heard from Lao Chai that he had not slept all night last night, for fear of something going on, but he could not stay at our house. If he were there, the thing would probably not come, but if it didn't appear, Lao Chai could not do anything about it. If he just let it go, it would be a disaster after all.

It is precisely because of this that when it was dawn, Lao Chaitou hurried over and happened to meet my dad not far from my home.

After entering the yard, Lao Chai looked at the two dead chickens on the ground and muttered: "It's indeed a troublesome thing."

When walking past the clothesline, Lao Chai Tou untied the red line tied to it.

When my dad opened the door, he turned to Lao Chai and said the only sentence he had said in the past two days: "Uncle Chai, look at this yard, should you clean up?"

Lao Chai waved his hand at my dad: "Don't worry about these things. Let Yangyang's mother cook a meal and mix meat and vegetables. I'm useful."

When Lao Chaitou was talking, he looked at my dad straight. I gradually became accustomed to Lao Chaitou's eyes. But my dad was obviously not used to Lao Chaitou's eyes, and kept turning his face aside to avoid confronting Lao Chaitou's eyes.

As soon as Lao Chaitou finished speaking, my father quickly entered the house. It seemed that what made him feel uncomfortable was not only Lao Chaitou's eyes, but also something else.

Lao Chaitou didn't care about this. After my father entered the house, he picked up the broom and cube next to the door and started cleaning the yard.

At that time, no one, including my uncle, knew how old Lao Chaitou was. He looked like an old man, with the folds on his face as deep as those on the bark of a tree. No matter what he did, his hands and feet were very quick, and he was surprisingly strong, much bigger than the farmer in his thirties in the village.

Lao Chai Tou first gathered the corpses of the two hens, then found a sack from the pergola, and put them in. The surface of the sack that the chicken blood quickly oozed out, but Lao Chai Tou didn't care at all. I saw the blood seeping out of the sack and sprinkled around Lao Chai Tou's feet, but it didn't touch Lao Chai Tou's clothes at all, just like the blood was deliberately trying to avoid Lao Chai Tou.

And I remember that when I woke up in the morning, the blood on the chicken had solidified and turned black, but after the old Chaitou was put into the bag, the blood seemed to melt away again, and the color was very red, which was a bright red.

Lao Chaitou left the yard with a sack and came back soon. When he came back, he didn't know where the sack was going, but saw a handful of fresh loess in his hand. He evenly sprinkled the loess in four corners of the yard and then brought a bucket of water from the well. The bucket of water in our house was very big. After filling the water, even my father had to use both hands to lift it. But Lao Chaitou used only one hand and easily lifted the bucket of water.

My uncle leaned against the window and looked at it, and couldn't help but sigh: "Tsk, Lao Chaitou's strength is nothing to say."

At this time, Lao Chaitou was carrying a bucket with his right hand and dipped some water from the bucket with his left hand, which seemed to sprinkle it randomly in the yard, and was muttering something in his mouth.

It's strange that the water spilled from Lao Chaitou immediately dried up as soon as it touched the ground, and the chicken blood that had originally solidified on the ground also disappeared as the water stains dried up.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt magical, and the more I wanted to know what Lao Chaitou did. But at this time, my father came out of the kitchen and saw me lying on the windowsill to look at it, so he asked me to go to the kitchen to help.

Usually, my dad rarely goes into the kitchen, but this time my mom was really scared. My dad can't cook, so he sat in the kitchen with my mom. When I arrived at the kitchen, I saw that my mom's face was very pale, but his hands and feet were still as quick as ever, picking vegetables, washing vegetables, and cooking. All the movements were almost the same as usual, except that there seemed to be a slight weakness in every move.

At that time, it was difficult for me to understand my mother's mood at that time. The tragic scenes in the yard were repeated over and over again, like a slide show in her mind, and were not controlled at all. My mother's hands and feet were cold at that time, but my father said that Lao Chai Tou had to prepare some wine and food, and he went into the kitchen without saying a word.

Five meat dishes, five vegetarian dishes, and these ten dishes were cooked by my mother forcing her body and heart torture. It was not until about an hour later that when Lao Chaitou entered the house, my mother breathed a sigh of relief, and then she felt like she was suddenly deflated. If my father hadn't helped her hold her hands, she would have almost collapsed on the ground.

Old Chaitou was also startled and hurried to my mother to take a look. Then he breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that he was frightened. It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

While talking, Lao Chaitou happened to see the ten dishes on the stove. When he looked at my mother, there was a clear sense of respect in his eyes.

My father helped my mother back to the kang to rest, and Lao Chaitou followed him, pinched a small handful of tobacco from his tobacco bag, handed it to my dad, and said, "Let Yangyang Mom eat it, don't worry, this is not the dry tobacco I usually smoke, but a herb for nourishing the spirit."

Although my father still had some grudges about Lao Chaitou, it was because of me. Putting aside this layer, my father trusted Lao Chaitou from the bottom of his heart. After taking the tobacco, he didn't think much about it and fed my mother to eat it.

After eating Lao Chaitou's "sweets of tobacco", my mother quickly became drowsy and seemed to fall asleep in an instant, but she still forced herself to stay unwilling to fall asleep. I felt that my mother was having difficulty even opening her eyes, but she still forced her eyes to look at Lao Chaitou with a very worried look.

Lao Chai sighed: "Don't worry, with me here, Yangyang will be fine."

After hearing this, my mother closed her eyes and fell asleep in the moment she closed her eyes.

After that, Lao Chai Tou asked my father and uncle to prepare dishes and chopsticks, saying that he wanted to have a meal.

My uncle was thinking about warming up the leftovers from last night, but Lao Chai Tou brought the five vegetarian dishes that my mother had fried on the table, and then he didn't care about my father and uncle and started eating them alone.

Except for Lao Chaitou himself, no one knew what medicine he sold in the gourd. He clearly said that he had prepared the wine and food for use, but he actually ate the vegetarian dishes.

Lao Chaitou was eating extremely fast. He ate most of the five dishes in just a few seconds, and then leaned against the window to smoke. The window he leaned against was located just south of the house. The hot sunlight shone into the window and fell on Lao Chaitou. Lao Chaitou seemed to be very uncomfortable being exposed to being sunlight. Not long after, the skin on his face and neck became red.

My uncle was puzzled by Lao Chaitou's actions and tried to talk to Lao Chaitou, but Lao Chaitou seemed to be deaf all of a sudden. No matter what my uncle said, he would not respond.

Moreover, the cigarettes Lao Chaitou smoked at this time were indeed different from usual. When the tobacco burned, it no longer had the pungent smell of the past, and there was little smoke. Instead, it emitted a very fragrant smell. The smell immediately entered the internal organs after a slight breath, making people feel particularly calm.

Lao Chaitou leaned against the window, slowly twitching his eyes. His eyes were staring outside, but his eyes seemed to have no focus. He didn't know where he was looking. Since he came to my house, Lao Chaitou has been carrying that long bag, and he didn't know what was inside.

My dad and uncle didn't dare to disturb him again, and they didn't know if the leftover food of Lao Chai Tou should be eaten. Later, my uncle still heated up the leftover food of the evening and ate it as breakfast.
Chapter completed!