Chapter 52: That Belt of Second Uncle
Thinking about Hu Laoshi's last question, I suddenly had a bad guess and premonition, could it be that finishing off the black snake had attracted something else? And the later thing, perhaps more fucking bad …… even than the black snake, will lead to more things? This Hu Laoshi said the chaos, will that is to say, the black snake died, the eight allied forces will come to divide this piece of fat meat in our village? After all, the vast majority of people in the village believe in this kind of thing for a long time, deep-rooted in the heart, the black snake down a piece of territory, and now the black snake is dead, who do not want to come to grab a ready meal?
Thinking of these, my back suddenly gave birth to a bone-chilling cold, numbness, seems to feel that something has been staring at me.
Grandma, where to come so many evil things ah! I comforted myself internally and spat. Looked at the grandmother temple in the distance, the fire has been extinguished, the doors and windows were completely burned, the outer walls are smoked black and dirty, there is no place intact, the water vapor formed by the green smoke curls up, floating in the slight cold wind. The people who had just finished putting out the fire stood in twos and threes on the cross street, talking about the big event that had happened today, perhaps, those old ladies were still discussing the restoration of the Grandmother Temple, right?
It's finally over! I suddenly had a feeling of vicissitude in my heart, just more than half a month's time, now I think about it, but I feel like I have survived for several years.
Grandma temple evil is gone, it was knocked down by the friends, in a few days will be well, right?
Chen Jin Gang went back, probably his father sober up will still teach him a hard lesson, right?
Will Hu Laoshi lose his job over this?
Chen Jin and I have been beaten, but those old ladies have also lost face, involving the family also suffered, not someone else was injured? Oh, it's kind of even, there shouldn't be any more retaliation. At least, from my personal point of view, really do not have the heart to revenge, a little tired, tired, bored!
My body is still sore, but I have no trace of resentment in my heart, dragging my tired and sore legs, I limped towards home.
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In my memory, I clearly remember that time after my grandmother's temple was burned down, I returned home and fell ill with a high fever.
The fever lasted for two whole days, during which time I was always in a daze and had many strange dreams. Very strange is that, after I got well, those dreams but none of them can say, although the mind vaguely still remember the dream situation, but just can not tell the mouth, yes, is so weird, until now I sit in front of the computer, the story will be told here, my mind can still emerge when those dreams, but, I can not write out.
Enough about that, let's talk about how I got better.
On the third night of my high fever, my second uncle came and gave me the black snakeskin belt he had been wearing around his waist. He had killed the black snake on the day he burned the grandmother's temple, and had taken it back to make a belt. Now that he had a new belt, he was willing to give me the old one.
Speaking of which, I have been coveting that belt of my second uncle for a long time, and have long wanted to keep it for myself. That black snakeskin belt is scaly light flash, touch in the hand as smooth as silk, bundled in the waist warm in winter and cool in summer is excellent, toughness can pull a thousand kilograms of heavy objects.
It is no exaggeration to say, really a piece of treasure, who see who love, but uncle two can not give me before.
Well, almost got off the subject again.
Uncle put the belt on my bedside, I was confused also smiled at him, just burned badly, and the body was beaten those bruises have not subsided, still sore and unbearable, so I even a thank you are difficult to open mouth spit out.
Also at that moment, a hint of refreshing cool breath from the bedside of that black snakeskin belt emanated out, blurred I only feel from the head of a refreshing sensation into, instantly spread to the heart of the feet, compounded with a turn back, come and go in the body wandering up. That kind of comfortable feeling let me can not help but moan out, the original body more bruises place also no longer sore, I feel as if floating up, lying in the ghostly white clouds, enjoy the breeze on the face, the warm sun wrapped body. In this comfortable to the extreme feeling, I fell into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, I woke up from my sleep, the thirst was unbearable, I drank the tea that had been placed on the bedside table that had already cooled down, and slightly woke up a little, and only then did I suddenly remember that the comfortable feeling was coming from the black snakeskin belt.
The fever was gone, a complete recovery to be exact. In fact, it may also be the role of drugs, after all, high fever for two days, even with medication with injections, was supposed to be good, the result and the second uncle to send the belt coincidentally collided, right?
The next day I told my grandfather about this matter, my grandfather told me with a smile, Uncle gave me the belt, not ordinary snake skin made, that is a Wuzui's skin.
In 63 years, when the Busan River flooded, our village can be said to be the most dangerous village, south of the Busan River, the village north of the Mangniu River, the two rivers in the northeast corner of the village converge together, running down to the northeast. It is this geographical situation, led to our village people in that rainy summer, suffered unprecedented panic. The village cadres and young adults rotated around the riverbank all day and night, fearing that the riverbank would break and the water would engulf the village. Many families in the village saw that the situation was not good, and dragged their families and relatives to go. Flooding is fiercer than a tiger, and everyone is afraid of it!
For a month and a half, the rain did not stop, big or small. Fortunately, the whole village villagers work together, reinforcing the dike, congestion gap, at least it is a scare through the rainy days. Originally, the village should feel relieved, who all know that the water of the Busan River that is up fast, down fast, but this is different from the usual year, the weather was clear for a week, the water level of the Busan River but do not see a little bit lower, but seems to be rising to the trend. The villagers are afraid, all think this thing is a little strange, absolutely there is a demon in the middle of the trouble. So the village of yin and yang fairy Hu Laoshi shouldered the heavy responsibility of eliminating flooding in the riverbank after a day and a night, claimed to be the source of the Busan River in the Black Dragon Cave in the Jiao Long in the monster, must be villagers to kill ten pigs, two cows to the river to throw, so as to let the Jiao Long eat and drink enough to be happy, will leave our village, back to it in the western mountains of the Peak Mountain in the Black Dragon Cave in the home.
Most of the villagers believe in these, so that the village cadres are also very helpless, in fact, they really do not have the bottom of the heart ah, see that the river does not fall but rise, at any time there is a danger of breaking through the embankment, but also can only be a dead horse as a cure for the living horse.
The village in the put together that ten pigs, my second uncle Zhao Erniu went to the village south of the embankment, at that time is to go on duty for others to guard the embankment it. He was twenty years old that year, and he was already tall and strong, and had a terrifying strength, so everyone in the village respected and feared him. Zhao Erniu to the river embankment, thinking of the big water to be really what the fucking scaly dragon monster words, I have to learn Na Zha, catch that scaly dragon skinning and cramping.
The dragon is not encountered, to let him meet a body black shiny snake, just this snake is very strange, head with a horn, walking not like ordinary snake that twisted body sliding, but by the body of a bow a stretch of bouncing walk.
My second uncle thought it was good and thought of catching it to make a belt, but the black snake didn't look big, but it was very ferocious, not afraid at all, and opened its mouth to fight with my second uncle. Of course, the result of the black snake was killed by my second uncle, is the use of shovels to the snake's head into a cake, second uncle arm, also by the long horns of the black snake to bite out a few teeth holes, but fortunately there is no poison.
After the snake was killed, my uncle went home with it.
As a result, not long after the village brigade department of the loudspeaker shouted up, said the water receded, we can live in peace, many villagers do not believe that personally ran to the embankment to see, which believe that just two hours of time, the water level of the Busan River lowered by three meters.
The second uncle carrying that long horns of the black snake back, grandpa looked shocked, that thing is certainly the legendary Wu Ting ah. Wutui extremely rare and rare, the legend and the dragon is an ancestor, the results later do not know what happened to the dragon became a beast, and Wutui is unknown, no one has heard of Wutui how powerful, and Wutui long head is not as big as the dragon.
Knowing that this thing is very rare, the second uncle is also really happy. He used the snake skin as a belt in accordance with the method, first of all, the Wuzui skin to the complete stripped down, and then to the Wuzui skin into the dry sand, placed in a cool place to dry, a day a change of sand, with the coarse sand to dry up the water in which the Wuzui skin becomes and not lose the flexibility of the original, but also because of the dampness of the moldy spoilage of the rotten. Then nailed on the belt buckle, hit the eye, a belt became.
Listen to the grandfather told the origin of this belt, I heart not to mention how beautiful, back to the waist tied so a belt made of Wuzui leather, in front of the brothers to brag about it, that can be enough for us to shine.
Young, vanity is very strong.
Speaking of the burning of the grandmother's temple thing, indeed in the village played a shocking role, laid the Chen Jin and I in the new generation of young people in the heroic image. Many years later, this incident is still able to circulate among young people from generation to generation, and regard us as their idols, extremely admiring and worshiping. Rumor has it that Chen Jin and I were in the middle of the snowy sky, hand in hand with a spade, fighting dozens of big men, blood stained cross streets, shocking the crowd's guts, and finally from the pile of people to kill a bloody road, but also met with the gusts of wind, ghosts crying and wolves howling, demons and monsters blocking the way, the two of us do not have any fear, the God blocking to kill the God, Buddha blocked to destroy Buddha, all the way to drive out the evil and eliminate the demon, kill the grandma in the temple, the inside of the statue of the god smashed, and then a fire to the grandmother's temple burned a The temple was burned to the ground with a fire. ……
Heroic enough? Manly enough?
But what happened to my uncle and Chen Lockzhu? There is no such thing as them in the legend.
So a lot of times, those rural gossips can't be believed, are the villagers to blackmail, add oil and vinegar to fabricate some, just like writing a novel.
Pull to the present, huh.