In the evening, someone from someone's family suddenly came over and invited the couple from the fourth room to have dinner.

As a result, Hu Chihai didn't come back until dark after drinking, and fell asleep when he came back. He probably had already forgotten what the third child had entrusted him to do.

And Yongzhi, who was born in Piansheng, also stayed at the Taoist temple and did not come back. Yongqing was hiding somewhere and fooling around. Yang Huaming was the only man in the backyard who was drunk and unconscious. It was really worrying!

Mrs. Tan's yelling and cursing still had no impact on the couple in the fourth room. Mrs. Tan was so angry that she opened the door of the room and prepared to rush to the west room opposite and knock on the door.

As soon as the door to the east room was opened, a gust of wind suddenly rushed in, causing Mr. Tan to stumble and almost fall.

She suddenly felt cold all over her body, so cold that her hair was about to explode. Looking at the dark yard, she suddenly didn't dare to go out.

"Why are my eyelids twitching so quickly? Something is going to happen tonight!"

Tan covered his eyelids tightly with his hands and muttered to himself.

After a while, she peeked out again. It was obvious that the yard was still the familiar one, and no one was passing by. But the old lady had a special feeling. She felt that the yard was very dangerous, which made her dare not

Take the door to the east room.

"Bang!" With a sound, Mrs. Tan quickly closed the door again, then lifted up the quilt and got into the bed without making any sound.

Even when she farted, she was smothered in the bed. The smell was so bad that she fainted several times. She had to pinch her vagina to survive.

In the dark night, a dark figure was groping under the windows behind the four houses.

Then, the black image climbed over the wall like a monkey and jumped out of the backyard of Lao Yang's house quietly. From the entrance of the alley in the distance, a dog barked. The dog only barked one or two times before it stopped suddenly, as if it was muffled by someone.

He closed his mouth and choked the sound back into his stomach.

The north wind howled, and a bunch of black clouds blew in from the sky, completely covering the moon.

In the village, every household stayed behind closed doors. They blew out the lights and candles early and hid in bed to sleep.

But there are also people who can't sleep, and don't dare to make any noise even if they can't sleep.

The child was ignorant and thought it was fun. He lay in the dark and turned to look at his father on the left, and then at his mother on the right. He was inexplicably excited, and his little feet seemed to be kicking uncontrollably under the quilt.

The mother held the baby in her arms and coaxed him softly, trying to get him to close his eyes and sleep and stop making noises.

The baby didn't listen.

"Mom, I want to listen to a story and fall asleep."

My mother said: "You can't talk tonight."

"Why can't you speak?"

"There is..."

My mother almost said that there might be evil soldiers or thieves outside, but she couldn't be sure because the village said everything.

"Mom, tell me, I want to hear a story..."

"Okay, okay, mother said."

The woman hugged the child tighter to her arms and said against the child's little head: "Tonight is a special day. There are bad things outside tonight. Everyone has gone to bed early. If there is any noise at home,

, if you provoke things from outside, you will be in bad luck..."

"Mom, I heard Goudan say that his mother told him not to get up to pee tonight, saying that there are ghosts and thieves outside, stealing food, and ghosts can take away people's souls. Is it true?"

In such a dark night, with no curtains on the windows, the child's words sent chills down the woman's spine.

"Mom, are there really ghosts? Then if we close the doors and windows, they can't come in?" The child asked again and again, squeezing in the woman's arms.

The woman didn't know how to answer, so she could only pat the child's back gently and said, "Stop asking so many questions and go to sleep!"

The child squirmed: "I can't sleep."

"Snapped!"

He was slapped hard on his calf, and the child's father's suppressed angry voice came from the other end of the quilt: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll throw you out!"

The child felt wronged and squeezed into his mother's arms, muttering as if he was accusing his father.

The father then slapped his little buttocks again and threatened, "If you don't go to sleep, I will throw you outside and let the weird things outside take you away!"

Ghosts obey evil people, and so do children.

No, the child immediately stopped making trouble, quickly closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

At the entrance of the village, behind the yard of Yang Huazhong's house.

Behind the yard of Yang Huazhong's house is a large field. At this season, the rapeseed planted in the field has not yet broken through the ground, and there was a heavy snowfall before.

So now the fields are mostly black, with occasional patches of white snow. The grass has long since withered, the ground is frozen as hard as iron, and the ditches next to the fields have long dried up.

Now, there are several dark shadows lurking in the dry ditch. The shadows climb up from the ditch and slowly approach the backyard door of Yang Huazhong's house.

The door to the backyard was bolted from the inside, and firewood was piled on both sides of the door.

Yang Huazhong and Sun were used to working hard, so the straw and cotton stalks from the family's acres of land were all piled up in the woodshed.

And the pine hair and dead trees that have been scraped on the mountain like to be sorted and piled outside the yard, piled high, like a hillock, with felt and thatch covered with rain and snow protection.

There is also a small hill on the other side, but it is not a pile of firewood, but a "dunghill".

The so-called dung pile is not really human excrement. Human excrement is discharged into the pit.

The open-air manure pile outside is actually the garbage house used when the family sweeps the yard and the house, mixed with some pig manure shoveled from the pig pen, chicken manure from the chicken coop, etc., and then piled together with the debris of vegetation

.

Dung piles formed after wind, rain, sun and rain, natural precipitation and fermentation.

Don't underestimate this dung pile. It is the best nutrient for crops, and the effect is even better than plant ash.

Every spring, before plowing the ground for sowing, pull the dung piles into the fields so that the crops grown in this way will grow well.

Now, these dark figures use these two hills as the perfect cover, hiding behind them to spy on the yard in front, capturing the movement.

It was quiet everywhere, and even more silent in the yard.

After a while, a figure emerged from the yard, sneaked towards the backyard, rushed behind, unbolted the wooden bolt, opened the yard door and ducked behind the dung pile.

Several other figures swarmed around him and asked the situation in a low voice: "How is it? Is there a trap inside?"

"No, I checked the front house and the backyard carefully. There are no traps, no mouse traps, nothing!"

"Isn't this possible? This is not like Yang Lizheng's style? He is a safe person!"

"Tigers also take a nap. Besides, it's unrealistic to lay traps at home. What if they are stepped on by the children inadvertently?"
Chapter completed!