On the twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month, I met a soldier on my way to the market. What's so funny?

I heard it in Shandong when I was a child. I don't remember clearly, but I probably know. A little yellow:

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, I went to the market and met a soldier on the way. This soldier is not a good thing and dragged me into the sorghum field. Bai: Why don't you run? ) sorghum is high, my feet are small, and I fell down after running for a few steps. . . . Don't remember anymore.