After my eldest daughter left, I pinned my hopes on the remaining three children, no matter how hard and tired it was, I had to provide for them to go to school. The three children are obedient, the family is the farm work to help me do, come back early after school to help me go to the field to pick mung bean pods, get up early on Sunday morning with a basin to the wheat field to pick up the soybean grains scattered on the edge of the field, after a night of dew infiltration, the soybeans are swollen and exposed half of the head outside, with a hand can be picked out of the ground, to the meal point can pick more than half a basin, the two children fingernails are mud, the shoes on the feet have been wet, the inside can not slip. In the afternoon, when the children come back from school, they will take the packets of firewood to the threshing field and pull the straw back to light the fire, wrap a large bag of bills, pour them into the stove and then carry the second pack, until the door of the stove is full of wheat straw. Then I carried the basket to the field to pick vegetables, the second daughter would call her younger siblings to follow her, more than one acre of irregular land in the north of the village (because there were too many graves), I reclaimed a large area to make a vegetable garden, planted a lot of peppers, eggplant, beans, nepeta, amaranth, shallots, tomatoes, and also planted some melons. Sometimes the son didn't want to go and was too tired to run, so the second daughter told him that there were melons in the field, and if he didn't go, he picked them and ate them in the field with his young lady and didn't leave them for him, so the son went with him to eat them. Halfway through, she said that she couldn't walk and let her second daughter carry it, and the second daughter was not angry, so she let the younger daughter hold the basket and carry her younger brother on her back. In fact, she didn't take her younger siblings to pick them herself, but she would rather carry her younger brother on her back and take them with her, mainly to let them follow their courage.
Because there is a huge neem tree on the edge of my vegetable patch, and the crops around the tree have not been harvested at all, but they dare not let the family cut it down, because there is an old lady buried in the mound under the tree, and this old lady lives with the eldest daughter and the daughter, and the daughter is strong, and the old lady hangs herself from the house in the early morning when everyone is busy with the field to threshk wheat. Because of the proximity, the second daughter followed the husband who went to help during the funeral with a group of children to play at the scene, just in time for the old lady's little daughter to come back and cry sadly, not to lift the white cloth on the mother's body to see the last look, when the white cloth was lifted, the old lady's tongue stretched out, her eyes were as big as a copper bell, and her head was tilted to the side and rushed out of the door, just so that the second daughter who was playing at the door looked right, and she was frightened. When I got home, I had a nightmare at night, first shouted twice, woke up my husband and I who were sleeping in the north room, put on my clothes and came to the south room where she slept and turned on the light, and found that she was sweating profusely, her hands were tightly clutching the pillow towel, and she shouted, "Mom." Mom, you and my dad are fighting again, how much does it cost you to fight, I'm afraid, Dad. Mother. I'm afraid". I sat at the head of the bed and held her shoulder, patted her gently, and after a while the child calmed down. The second daughter's heart is too heavy, she is afraid that my husband and I will quarrel, and she is also afraid that I will go to the countryside to arrest people with family planning fines twice a year, and she is afraid that I will cry alone at night, so he tries his best to do more work for me, but he is still a child, so thin. If I could understand the psychology of the children at that time, there would be less complaints, fewer quarrels, and not a few children would not be around. This is the reason why I have always felt that my life is miserable, but I don't know where the suffering is. My daughter didn't dare to go out for many nights because of this old lady.
The main reason is that the old lady made too much noise after her death, first of all, two or three days after her death, she could hear "wow" on the edge of the village in the middle of the night. A few chirps", first in the east of the village, suddenly to the north of the village, and in the blink of an eye, to the west of the village. The sound was so terrible that the whole village did not dare to come out at night. In the month or two after the funeral, a big girl in the village suddenly scolded like a child, and her tone was exactly the same as that of the old lady before her death. I remember that it was noon, because it was hot, everyone couldn't sleep, and they were chatting in the shade of the neighbor's yard in my backyard, and suddenly the girl came out of the yard of the old lady's daughter who died, stood at the door, and began to scold, "Dead Nizi with a bad conscience, I gave birth to you in vain, and I can't spare you if I hold back the bad water." A group of people under the shade of the tree were shocked, some people said that the old lady was possessed, some people said that she was hit by the evil, quickly called the girl's mother, her mother came to pull her home, she pushed her mother up, rode to her mother and began to catch, a group of people quickly ran over to pull away, the second daughter also leaned over to see, suddenly the girl stood up suddenly, her eyes swept around the crowd like a knife, saw the bamboo stick in the second daughter's hand, pointed at the second daughter and said "what to see" , the second daughter was startled when she saw her eyes, and hurriedly got behind her husband. Later, the elderly lady of Murakami came over and said that the girl suddenly shivered, her eyes softened, and she was carried home by her mother.
Later, a daughter-in-law in the west of the village also began to talk nonsense, scolding badly, for a while when it was good and sometimes bad, the family let the eldest lady come to see it could not be suppressed, the days of tossing were too many, and suddenly one day the daughter-in-law said, "It is useless for you to invite the gods, I will not leave your house, I am unjustly dead, I can't fight the mother-in-law, I am pitiful, I am cold, I am hungry, I want you to avenge me." The daughter-in-law's children and husband were afraid. The daughter of the dead old lady was invited, and the daughter came to appease the old lady on the surface and said to take her to the house and serve her well, but when she went back, she didn't know what she had done, and after a few days, the daughter-in-law in the west of the village began to talk nonsense again, and this time it was even more powerful than last time. It didn't work to call the old lady's daughter, and finally someone came up with an idea that if this kind of thing wanted her to leave her body, she had to let her cross the river, and then the daughter-in-law went back to her mother's house in other places, and she just needed to cross the Yellow River, and lived in her mother's house for a few months, and then came back really well.
Later, I heard that it was her daughter who knocked a pot on her grave and pressed her underneath, so she couldn't come out and make trouble, but she gave her younger daughter a dream, and the younger daughter went to the grave to check according to her instructions, and did find that a pot was covered, and she came back and quarreled with her eldest daughter, and the two sisters broke up from then on, and they no longer interacted with relatives during the New Year's holidays. Murakami slowly stopped having something like the old lady possessed, and gradually became peaceful. The second daughter had heard all these things when we were talking, so she was timid, and the old lady's grave was not far from the vegetable garden, and was tightly covered by the big neem tree, and occasionally a few crows croaked a few times on it, which was indeed terrifying.