Milk Tuan is four and a half years old: Rich families all over the city beg me to catch demons

Seeing that the matter was revealed, the son cried and admitted that he saw that his father and mother were about to starve to death, so he stole the child of the fleeing woman and stewed it to eat.

Uncle Chen beat his son well.

But if he fights back, he is his own son after all, and he has no choice but to do it.

He thought about it, and his conscience was disturbed.So he came to the village chief and surrendered.

However, he also wanted to ask Chen Xingfa to spare his son's life.

After hearing this, Chen Xingfa felt a "thump" in his heart, completely lost his opinion.

He knew that in such a calamity year, cannibalism was inevitable.

He could completely ignore the woman who fled famine.

But those who flee famine are also human beings, and if a child is eaten by his own clansman, it is impossible to justify it without giving them an explanation.

When he was in a dilemma, the door of his house was suddenly knocked open, and the woman barged in like crazy.

It turned out that she heard the conversation between Chen Xingfa and Chen Xingfa just now through the crack of the door.

With blood-red eyes staring, she rushed over and grabbed old man Chen by the collar to fight him desperately, shouting "Give me back my child, give me back my child".

At this time, the villagers were alarmed and gathered around the door of Chen Xingfa's house.

Everyone didn't know what happened, and there was a lot of discussion.

When they learned that it was Mr. Chen's family who ate the child of the fleeing woman, everyone fell silent.

After a while, someone in the crowd said, "We can't take them in for nothing. Eating their children is better than starving ourselves to death!"

As soon as the words came out, they immediately got the support of the villagers.

Some people even suggested that they should go to the ruined temple now and snatch their children back and eat them.

Facing a group of hungry and crazy villagers, Chen Xingfa's words were useless, and the situation was completely out of control.

That night, every household in Xiatang Village ate hot and fragrant stew...

When the old man said this, he closed his eyes in pain.

"Not long after, heavy rains fell and the drought eased. The rations for charity relief were also put in the village, and our Xiatang Village was saved."

"Everyone understands that those children saved the lives of the whole village!"

The old man went on to say that because of guilt, the villagers planned to re-bury the bones of the child who had been hastily buried at that time, and they also invited Taoist priests to do it.

But when the Taoist saw it, it was incredible.

It is said that the resentment of those children has gathered into evil, and it will not be long before the whole village will suffer.

The village head, Chen Xingfa, was terrified, and hurriedly asked a Taoist priest for advice.

The Taoist said that only by covering the drum with the skin of those children, wrapping up the grievances and burying them together, can the catastrophe be resolved.

But at that time, many people ate up all the meat from the skin, so where to find the skin of the child!

Chen Xingfa mobilized the whole village. Fortunately, several families buried the children's skin and bones in the ground.

In this way, it is not enough to put together a drum, but you can make do with a rattle.

So, the village reburied these bones and buried the rattle deep in the soil.

After nearly a hundred years, almost all the villagers who knew about it at that time have passed away.

Not long ago, the village had to dig a fish pond.

It was a coincidence that the burial site was chosen.

As soon as the machine was started, several small bones were dug out.

But no one cares.

Because it was very common to bury people anywhere in the village in the early years.Moreover, no one has reported missing, so there is no need to pay attention to the source of the corpse.

The young village chief was kind enough to find an open space in the grove and rebury the bones in it.

But the rattle, unnoticed, was scattered by the side of the road.

It happened that when Chen Hu was playing outside that day, he found this rattle and happily picked it up.

However, when his great-grandfather saw the thing in his hand, his hair stood on end, and his back was drenched with sweat.

Because it was the old man's grandfather, the village chief Chen Xingfa, who was responsible for covering the rattle.

Although the old man was only ten years old at the time, he was both sensible and memorized.

So he recognized the rattle at a glance.

The old man scolded his great-grandson Chen Hu with a trembling voice.

"Dali, throw this thing to me as far as you can right now!" The old man's walking stick hit the ground hard.

"No! You can't throw it away, bury it for me!" The old man shouted again, "Bury it deeply! Go! Go!"

Although Chen Hu and his father Chen Dali didn't understand why the old man hated a rattle so much, they didn't dare to make the old man angry.

So Chen Dali took Chen Hu to the entrance of the village.

For some reason, Chen Hu liked this wave drum very much, and refused to bury it no matter what.

He thought carefully: "Dad, I will throw the rattle under the tree and let other children pick it up and play with it!"

Chen Dali thought for a while and didn't object.

So Chen Hu threw the rattle under the big tree.

He made a plan, pretended to go home later, and then sneaked out by himself, picked up the rattle and hid it to play.

But when he ran back under the big tree again, he found that the rattle had disappeared.

Then one day the old man asked if his grandson had been dealt with properly. Chen Dali told the truth, saying that he threw it under the tree.

The old man ran to look anxiously, but there was no sign of a rattle anywhere.

After hearing the old man finish talking about this old story, Wan Yucheng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Should this tragedy be said to be a natural disaster, or a man-made disaster?

He didn't speak well for a while.

Chitose's little face was also a little heavy, and he was not in a good mood.

Those little kids are so pitiful!

She couldn't even think about it.

Sui Sui pouted and said, "Grandpa, Sui Sui understands. Then please take us to the place where those children are buried!"

"Every year, you must surpass them!"

The old man wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Okay, I'll take you there now."

The old man put the cigarette pot that had never been lit on the table, and stood up with a cane.

Wan Yucheng led Suisui and followed him out of the house.

"Grandpa, Sui Sui still needs a shovel!"

The old man nodded, picked up a shovel from the courtyard wall, and handed it to Wan Yucheng.

The old man led the way, and the three of them walked to a small forest.

"When the village chief buried them a while ago, I followed them to look. It's there!" The old man pointed.

Suisui nodded, and waved at Wan Yucheng: "Excavate!"

Wan Yucheng dug in the soil with a shovel.

Sure enough, within a short time, white bones appeared in the soil.

After digging out several skeletons, Sui Sui walked around them.

He muttered words, burned the talisman paper, and finally saved these poor children.

At the same time, the rattle in Sui Sui's hand quickly weathered and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, falling apart.

In the end, only a piece of wood was left.

The old man was stunned by the scene in front of him, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

He gave Suisui a thumbs up with surprise on his face: "Little baby, you are really amazing!"

Have fun every year.

The old man sighed again.

"This matter has troubled me for the rest of my life! Today, it is finally resolved. Even if my old man dies, I will rest in peace!"