Grandpa's story about the stove (I).

? I lived in my hometown when I was a child. My hometown is a small mountain village. There are forty or fifty families living in the village. A group of children privately organized it into upper, middle and lower villages, and my family lived in "Nakamura".

At that time, there were no wealthy families in the village. Most of them still live in ancient wooden ancestral houses, and so do my family. Generally, such houses are relatively large, with wooden walls and black tiles. Entering from the gate is the lower room, and then a square patio. Behind the patio is the upper room, which is divided into two halves, with grandpa and brother on each side. This is where they sleep. On both sides of the upper room are two grandfathers' kitchens, and the lower room belongs to parents, brothers and sisters. At night, the village was dark, and only the moon in the sky and low-wattage incandescent lamps gave off foggy light.

Our parents don't allow us to go out without permission after dark. In order to save electricity, incandescent lamps are not often turned on. Fortunately, grandpa always lights some firewood in the kitchen, so I especially like sitting next to the low ground stove and listening to his strange stories.

It was a winter night. In this old house, the winter night without charcoal fire was very difficult. So as early as before dark, grandpa lit a small charcoal fire, and after dinner, everyone sat around the stove. Three generations of a family talk about sparse and ordinary housework, such as whose corn is going bad, and we have to refuel; So-and-so had a good harvest this year and bought a few more loads of charcoal; When will my brother-in-law come back from work? . . .

After chatting for a long time, my grandfather suddenly said to me, Your grandfather loves Zhong Jun, an old-fashioned name given by my grandfather. Most of our generation use this form of name.

Grandpa ai? I paused, and suddenly a little old man appeared in my memory, dressed in a shabby Chinese tunic suit, liberation shoes and occasionally worn out leather shoes. He always wears a gray-blue Zhongshan hat on his head. He is unkempt and untidy, and he always likes to grin and laugh. But I haven't seen him for a long time. I heard that he went to the county seat. In a word, I haven't heard from him in recent years.

"Ai grandpa is not heard that went to the county seat? How did you suddenly die? " I asked.

"I don't know, may have what disease, died in the outside and nobody cares. The crematorium was cremated. " Grandpa dialed charcoal fire, and the dim light shone on his face, and he couldn't see any expression.

"Isn't he an imperial doctor who can't cure his illness?" I'm puzzled, because I've heard that Grandpa Ai's medical skills are amazing, and I've seen the pennants on three walls of his house with my own eyes, all of which are words like "Rejuvenation with a wonderful hand". It is said that he has a unique skill, which is licking people's feet. No matter where you hurt, as long as he licks your feet, most of them can be relieved.

"Egg is a magical doctor!" Grandpa criticized, and then told me such a story:

Grandpa Ai, also called Aidianzi, is from my mother's village, but his relatives are gone, so he wanders around, and because he knows some magical medical skills, people in several nearby villages basically know him.

It is said that he won't have any medical skills before he is twenty, and his brain is a bit stupid, so people nearby like to tease him. However, his stupidity is not too deep, and he can live a normal life. His father was still alive at that time. In those days, because young people didn't study, they had to do farm work. So one day, his father told him to go to the back of the village to cut a cart of firewood.

The epileptic promised to come down after breakfast and set off for the mountains. As a result, when he got to the mountain, he found that all the firewood that was easy to cut was cut by others, so he continued to go to the mountain and planned to try his luck on the farther mountain. He walked and walked until he came to a huge mountain stream. Looking at the dense bushes on both sides, he picked up a knife and began to cut. When he finished chopping a load of firewood, he found that the sun had set in the west. He quickly picked up the firewood and began to walk back.

As a result, he walked for two hours, and finally he came to a stream. Ai found that she couldn't get out, so she just sat next to the big stone by the stream and looked around. It doesn't matter if he doesn't look, but he's scared. Originally, I just wanted to go back early and hurry, but now I have come to a place I have never been to. The sun is going down and there are dark shadows all around. Ai was insane, but he always knew he was lost in the mountains, so he cried on the stone.

Besides, Ai's father worked in the field all day, and he didn't see his son when he came back at noon, and he didn't come home when he came back at night. He looked at his head that was about to fall, and he hurried to my grandfather's house. My grandfather is recognized as the "housekeeper" in the village. Because he is enthusiastic and nosy, he has accumulated a lot of prestige in the village, so everyone likes to ask him for help if he has any difficulties. When his father came, my grandfather had just finished dinner. When he heard this story, where could he sit still? Immediately, I picked up the pot cover at home and rushed out the door. As I ran, I shouted: I lost my home, come out and help me find it ~

People in the village like to join in the fun. As soon as they heard that they were looking for someone, they all followed the sound and went out. In less than half an hour, they gathered a dozen or twenty young men and started looking for people in the mountains with torches. But I haven't seen anyone until three o'clock in the morning. Thinking that it was not safe in the dark mountains, grandpa had to let them come back to rest first and then go to Aidianzi the next day.

At this time, Ai Dianzi, who was still by the stream, fell asleep crying and didn't wake up until five or six in the morning. Now that it is dawn, Ai Dianzi intends to wash her face and continue to find her way back. As a result, he just walked to the stream, slipped and hit his head on a stone, which was not light. He was already bleeding when he got up. So he quickly washed away the blood on his face by the stream, put a towel to wipe the sweat on his forehead, looked up and saw an old man standing across the stream, dressed in white, with white hair and beard. Ai Dianzi thought he saw the immortal, so he bowed down. Instead of pulling him, the old man kindly asked, "Little brother, are you lost?" Ai Dianzi was a fairy when he heard it! Pour the beans out of the bamboo tube at once and tell everything.

Hearing this, the old man gave a ha ha and said, "Don't worry, little brother, I'll tell you the way out." After walking through the stream, I picked up a branch, dipped it in some water, drew a winding road on the stone where Ai Dianzi slept all day, and then pointed to several positions. Strangely, this idiot actually understood at once, and before he could say thank you, he began to go out. As a result, at noon, he really returned to the village entrance. At this time, he happened to meet the villagers who went to find him. His father saw that there was nothing wrong with him except a little blood on his forehead, and he also picked up the burden. He can't swallow it. He rushed up and was beaten and went home by ear.

When he got home, Ai Dianzi's father began to ask him where he went last night before he put down his burden. Ai Dianzi had no choice but to tell the truth in detail, and his father beat him again. When I got home, my dog Ai Dianzi didn't change as usual. He is still stupid. His father didn't take his words seriously. Instead, he treated it as a joke. When there was no chat in the village, he told his friends in the same village about it. My grandpa and grandpa happened to be at that table. Everyone was amazed after listening to it. He kept asking if Ai Dianzi had changed. El Raul drank it.

A few days later, Al Raul died. With the help of the villagers, Ai Dianzi held a funeral in a hurry and began to go out of the village to help people treat diseases. Later, as far as I know, in the village where he had been wandering, he was wearing a tattered Chinese tunic suit, a gray-blue hat, liberation shoes or worn-out leather shoes, and his face was sloppy and he smiled at everyone. As for how he learned medical skills, no one can tell. Ask him and he will tell you, "He was born!

Grandpa said, took the fire clip and dialed the charcoal fire with only some ashes, and then lit a cigarette. I knew it was time for me to go to bed.

The first story is over.