ghost craftsman

Chapter 1
The secular world prefers to know the truth and the false, and squanders all kinds of ghosts and gods.

In this vast and boundless world, all kinds of weird and weird things are reported, some of them are beyond human imagination, some of them cannot be explained by science, and the events themselves are both true and false, so people can't tell. Halal.

And the story I'm going to tell today is naturally the same. You don't have to worry about whether it's true or not, it can be listened to as a bedtime story.

The origin of the story has to start with the place where I was born. I was born in Hunan, which is known as Sanxiang and Four Rivers. There are no famous rivers and mountains near our village, and there are no famous people. There are only high mountains and cliffs. , to use the current fashionable words, the mouse enters the village with a smile, and can leave crying, which is extremely remote.

As the old saying goes, the earth must be superstitious.

There is nothing wrong with this statement. The villagers in our village are more superstitious than the other.Therefore, my parents were superstitious when they named me. They chose a Luo Shizi. At first hearing this name, I didn’t feel much. If you know the story, many people will be shocked.

How to put it this way, let’s put it this way, before I was born, my parents had given birth to nine fat boys, including me, a total of ten.

The ancestors once said that if there are ten sons in a family, the champion will come out.

However, our family did not have a champion. The reason is very simple. Our family’s situation is a bit special. How is it a special law? gone.

If they were taken away like this, there is nothing worth talking about, but the reason for their death is inexplicable and unexplainable.

All nine of my older brothers died of smallpox on the day of the full moon. Their death conditions were horrific, and their bodies were covered with red flesh bumps. If you took a look at them, you could vomit for three days and three nights.

The saddest thing about Zi's death is my mother. I feel sorry for my old mother. She shed tears all day long, and because of this, she also suffers from eye problems. Everything is hazy, and only the outlines of some things can be vaguely seen.

An elderly relative of our family saw that my mother was pitiful, so he went to my mother and said that our family was in bad luck, and we had to find a ghost craftsman to drive away evil spirits, and maybe we could have a baby and carry on the family line.

The so-called ghost craftsman is a rather biased name. According to the common people's name, it should be called a carpenter.But there are many categories of carpenters, including manual carpenters, mechanical carpenters, and ghost craftsmen.As for what this ghost craftsman does, it’s easy to explain. It’s a carpenter who knows a little bit of sideways.

My mother also used dead horses as living horse doctors at that time.After all, after the deaths of the first few children, her old man also asked some Taoist priests to come and see them, and those Taoist priests didn't say anything, so they immediately arranged for my father to find a ghost craftsman near our village.

Speaking of this ghost craftsman, he is very famous in our village. He is in his eighties and is called a finger craftsman because he really only has one finger (the index finger of his right hand). How did the other nine fingers be broken? No one can say why.

When my father found a fingersmith, he seemed to know that his father would come. He was dressed very orthodoxly, wearing a green shirt and robe, a pair of green cloth shoes on his feet, and his hair was thin and waxy. He was sitting at the door, curled up Erlang legs, next to a coffee table, the old god is sipping tea comfortably.

My father is a short-tempered person, and when he first saw Yizhijiang, he told Yizhijiang about our family's situation like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

The fingermaker picked up a cup of tea with his wrist bone, drank it unhurriedly, as if he didn't see my father, and ignored my father.

My father was in a hurry and said it again.

This time, the fingersmith still didn't speak, but glanced at his father meaningfully, and finally wrote a word on the coffee table with his only index finger, Li.

My father realized that this old thing was a gift, and he didn't dare to delay. He hurried home, picked a few old hens from his own chicken coop, and borrowed about thirty eggs from the neighbor's house.But thinking of Yizhijiang's attitude, my father felt that this was not polite enough, so he bought another twelve catties of pork, and finally took out the People's Commune wine that he had been reluctant to drink.

With these gifts, my father found Fingersmith again.

But, the strange thing is, this time One Finger Craftsman didn't even show his face at all, and asked someone to tell my father a word, saying that if you want to pass on the family, you have to be sincere.

My father was immediately puzzled. Looking at the gifts in his hands, he would not be willing to eat so much even during the Chinese New Year. It must be sincere enough.

With all sorts of doubts, my father returned home and told my mother about it. If my mother understands the world, when she heard this, she immediately understood that gift-giving must be particular, so she asked the elders in our village for advice. After a while.

If ginger is still old and spicy, the reason immediately came out after asking.

According to the old man in the village, the gifts given to the ghost craftsman should be based on sincerity regardless of the quantity. They need to send a pig head without eyes, a pair of washed pig belly, a pair of high-strength liquor, and four shaved pig feet. .

These gifts seem to be very ordinary, but in fact there are a lot of specialties in them. The pig's head without eyes means that there are no eyes; I just hope that the ghost craftsman can help himself.

Therefore, the combination of these gifts means that I don’t know gold and jade, and I misunderstood your meaning at the beginning, but now I come to make friends with you with sincerity, and I hope you can help me.

After my father understood the truth, he felt that the fingersmith was too pedantic, so wouldn't it be more realistic to just say how much it is.

After hearing his words, the old man in our village reprimanded him, saying that One Finger Craftsman really wanted to help my father, otherwise, he would never have made such a request.

When my father heard this, he was puzzled. He hadn't socialized with Yizhijiang on weekdays. Why did Yizhijiang want to help him sincerely.

Having said that, my father didn't dare to delay, so he prepared these gifts that day, found a fingersmith, without saying a word, knelt down with a plop, and handed over the gifts in his hand.

The fingersmith took the gift from my father and led my father into the door. Since he only had one finger, many things were inconvenient, so he didn't greet my father much, so he let my father sit in the main room. for a while.

After sitting for about half an hour, my father became a little anxious. After half an hour, Yizhijiang didn't say anything.

But at this moment, One Finger Craftsman spoke up and said, it's time to get down to business.

While speaking, Yizhijiang gave my father a wink, meaning to let my father go to the latrine.

My father wondered at the time, why did he go to the latrine if he didn’t have diarrhea, but he didn’t dare to refuse, so he asked where the latrine was and got in.

As soon as I got into the hut, Yizhi Jiang came in and handed my father a hat made of yellow paper, saying that the hat is actually a cover, covering the whole head, only the eyes, nose, and mouth are exposed.

Speaking of this, someone must ask, why go to the hut?
Listen to me explain to you, there is a caveat here, the hut is a filthy place, speaking in it can avoid some unclean things.As for wearing a mask, I was afraid that someone with a heart would see my face and do something to it. One finger craftsman put on such a mask just to be on the safe side.

As soon as the mask was put on, Yizhijiang told my father that in the late Qing Dynasty, there was an official in our family ancestors. In order to please his superiors, he used extremely cruel means to kill ten children. , around my mother every day, and want to give birth to a healthy son, the only way to drive those ten children away.

My father asked him how to drive those ten children away.

He told my father that in this case, we can only set up a stove on the top of the mountain, then dig out the corpses of my nine brothers, and use the black willow cut down in September to run through the nine brothers' corpses and connect them in series. Bake on the stove for three days and three nights, and finally wrap the ashes left over with red silk and satin, fold them into a triangle, and place them under the stone slab of the hut.

When he said this, the fingersmith's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something unimportant, but what my father heard was dripping with sweat and he almost didn't fall down.

(End of this chapter)