My dad doesn't easily ask others for help. I guess hesitated after hearing my uncle's words. After a while, my dad said that he had not finished some work and might have to endure it at night and let my uncle go to bed first.

I heard my uncle say, "Patriotic, I know, you don't like asking for help, but Yangyang's affairs are nothing else. You have three generations of single-handed family, don't..." As he said that, my uncle couldn't continue.

My dad didn't mean to complain to his uncle at all, just said, "I'm actually thinking about bringing something when I go to find Lao Chai Tou tomorrow. You also know that our factory has not had good performance recently. In order to treat Yangyang this year and last year, the family has no money. But after all, I'm going to ask others for help, so you can't go empty-handed."

"I still have two chickens at home. I'll kill them tomorrow. I'll take them to Lao Chai." When my uncle said this, he did not hesitate at all. You must know that the two old hens in the yard can be regarded as the most valuable things in his family.

My dad sighed: "I'll think of other ways. I can't take those two hens... Brother, don't persuade me anymore. There must be other ways. You go to bed first. I still have some work. I can't finish it tonight. Tomorrow will be a lot of trouble. Let's go to bed."

After that, my uncle didn't say anything. The sound of making a bed sounded in the south room, while my father lit up the kerosene lamp and kept writing until very late.

I don’t know when I fell asleep. I spent most of the night and my body was weak, so I slept very heavily.

But at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a chill coming from above.

The windows of the old house were still the same paper-paste wooden windows. At this time, a gust of cold wind was blowing open, swaying while squeaking constantly.

The window is facing the head of the earthen kang, and a gust of cold wind blows in, just blowing on top of my head. How can it not be cold?

My mother usually has a light sleep and often wakes up if she has a little movement, but she slept very hard on that day. The cold wind blew her hair up, and she didn't feel it.

I got up wrapped in a quilt, reached out to close the window, and saw that the window was so dark outside. There were no stars in the sky, and a very round moon hung. The moon was pale and pale. With the moonlight, I saw a figure outside the gate of the yard. I couldn't see clearly, and I could only vaguely see that it was an old man, hunched over and his clothes were glowing yellow.

As soon as I saw this figure, my heart suddenly rose to my throat. I quickly closed the window, inserted the window bolt, and then I pushed my mother's shoulder with my feet, trying to wake my mother up.

But my mother didn't know what was wrong, but she just couldn't wake up. I was anxious and scared, and cold sweat quickly flowed down my back.

At this moment, the window bolt fell down by itself with a "click". The wooden window slowly opened little by little, and the old lady like a dead tree stood outside close to the window.

I wanted to scream and run away, but my mouth seemed to be sewn with needles and threads. I couldn't open it at all, my hands and feet were trembling without being controlled, and I couldn't move at all.

The old lady stood outside the window, staring at me motionlessly. I still couldn't see her face clearly, but I just knew she was staring at me. After a while, a strange sound began to make another sound from her mouth. The sound seemed to be laughing, or crying, which made me feel goosebumps all over my body.

Her voice became louder and more angry, and finally she stretched out a hand and grabbed my neck.

I was so scared that I actually cried out with a "well--" sound.

The kerosene lamp in the south room suddenly lit up, and then I heard my dad talking in the room: "Yangyang, what's wrong?"

When my father shouted, I felt a warm feeling on my body. It seemed that something had just left my body and now it was back. My legs became weak and I collapsed on the earthen kang, crying loudly.

At this time, the old lady was gone, the windows were still open, and dense stars appeared in the sky.

My mother woke up, held me in her arms, stroked my head, and coaxed me: "Yangyang doesn't cry, don't cry."

My dad and uncle also came to the north house soon. As soon as I entered the house, my dad asked my mom: "What's wrong with Yangyang?"

My mother shook her head: "Oh, I don't know. As soon as I woke up just now, Yangyang kept crying, and I don't know what's wrong."

"Yangyang, what happened? Tell me to my dad." My dad also sat down beside the bed and asked me in a gentle tone.

Although my dad didn't care much about me when I was very young, for children of that age, my father was definitely an irreplaceable backbone in his mind.

I cried so hard just now that I wanted to stop, but I still thrust when I was talking: "Just...just...that old lady came again, right outside...in the window...ao--"

As soon as I finished speaking, I started crying again, crying so hard that I was howling.

My dad looked out the window and his face became very serious. After a moment, he suddenly stood up and said to my mom: "Mom, put some thick clothes on Yangyang." Then he said to my uncle: "Brother, where does Lao Chaitou live?"

My uncle wrapped his jacket on his body: "It's right on the side of the Lunfen Mountain in the west of the village, I'll go with you."

My dad nodded and didn't say anything. His eyes were covered with red bloodshot, which was urgent.

My mother put on a cotton jacket and trousers for me, and then picked me up with a military coat. Then my father carried me and left the house with my uncle. Not long after I walked out, my mother also chased me out in a coat.

The road in the village was difficult to walk, so my uncle took the flashlight to lead the way in front, and my father was carrying me on his back and stumbled all the way. It took him a long time to come to the near Lunfen Mountain at the west end of the village.

The so-called Lunfen Mountain is actually a small hill that is more than 20 meters high. It is the western gateway of Wangzhuang, which divides the entire village from a mud swamp in the west. In that era, mud swamps were very common in our place. Because paper mills were opened in the city, after a few years of pollution, many Xiaoqing Rivers became sewage pools. In addition, there were two years of severe drought, and several major rivers were cut off. The Xiaoqing River also dried up and turned into muddy swamps.

But later I heard from the old man in the village that the mud swamp west of Wangzhuang has existed since ancient times, and the treacherous mountains leaning against the mud swamp have become the place where dead people are buried because they cannot grow crops all year round.

When I walked to the foot of the grave, my dad could clearly feel a strong yin energy. That feeling was hard to describe in words. If I had to describe it, it would be like a person sinking into an ice pool, not only his body, but even the breath exhaled from his mouth was cold. My mom also became nervous at that time and kept holding my dad's arm.

Until my uncle turned his head and used a flashlight to illuminate a small earthen house not far away, and said to my dad: "Old Chaitou's house."

Looking in the direction of the flashlight, I saw a particularly simple earthen house standing on the hills of the Lunge Mountain, like a devil. Just as my father looked at the earthen house, a very soft light lit up in the earthen house.

Later, when I heard from my dad that when the lights were on, he felt his body warm up suddenly, and even the wind in winter nights seemed not as cold as usual.

At this time, a very resentful voice came from the dirt house: "Who? I was in the middle of the night and shone the flashlight on my window!"

My uncle was so scared that he quickly turned off the flashlight.

I was wondering at that time, why does this sound sound so familiar?

Not long after, the door of the earthen house was pushed open, and a tall and thin old man walked out from it. It was in the middle of winter, but he was only wearing a thin old military uniform. The military uniform was obviously too fat for him. A gust of cold wind blew, making the old man's clothes "huh" sound.

I have seen this old man. Last time he appeared in the Twin Tower, I was so scared that I cried. However, after I saw him this time, I felt a little relaxed inexplicably. I had a fever that I felt so painful all over my body because of a high fever, and the pain disappeared at this time. After a while, I began to feel hungry, very hungry.

The old man was standing in the backlight. He probably couldn't see us clearly, but he recognized his uncle at a glance and shouted from afar: "Is it the boy from the good family?"

My grandfather's surname is Wang and his name is Benliang.

My uncle quickly responded: "Hey, it's me, it's me. Uncle Chai, something happened to our family. I want to invite you..."

Before my uncle finished speaking, Lao Chai waved his hand and said, "I already know your family's affairs. Let the child come in, it's very cold outside."

When I heard Lao Chaitou's words, my father hurriedly came to the door of the earthen house with me on his back, but Lao Chaitou said next to him: "If the child enters the house, please wait outside." After that, he passed by my father and entered the house first.

Lao Chai's tone was obviously very gentle when he spoke, but for some reason, I couldn't help but feel a little trembling in my heart.

My dad must have had this feeling at that time. He looked at Lao Chaitou and stood there for a long time before he made a huge decision. He put me off his back and pushed me into the earthen house. I struggled to think about it, but my dad glared at me fiercely.

As a child, my dad was particularly intimidating when he was a child. I hesitated for a while, but still didn't dare to come out of the dirt house. I stood at the door and watched my dad go further and further away until I returned to my mom. My dad stopped and looked at me from afar.

Later I asked my dad what he was thinking at that time, and threw me alone in the house and left. My dad said that he suddenly felt that Chai Zongyuan was very reliable at that time, so he gave me to him, don’t worry!

Chai Zongyuan is the name of Lao Chaitou. Of course, my father only found out his name after a long time.
Chapter completed!