ghost craftsman

Chapter 3
In the case of my second uncle's house, some people may have heard of similar things. He was playing cards with a few people at home that night, because the cards were a bit too many. When the old man got excited, he slapped his palm on the table and With such a slap, the whole arm broke with a snap.

Even though his arm was broken, the old man was still thinking about the cards in his hand, endured the pain in his arm, and counted the numbers of the cards in a daze.How could he know, just as he was counting, he didn't know whether it was the ground slipping, or he didn't stand still, and the whole person suddenly fell backwards.

Hearing a bang, the second uncle hit the ground hard, and his whole body was paralyzed on the ground like soft mud. His whole body was limp, as if he had no bones. When he went to the hospital for an examination, he said that the bones all over his body were shattered. Broken bones, this life can only be spent in bed.

After my father heard about my second uncle's house, he immediately understood that this might be the retribution that One Finger Craftsman said, so he found my second aunt and told her the whole story, and assured my second aunt that my second Uncle is taken care of by our family.

My second aunt has a stubborn temper and has always refused to accept my father's help, but she regards me as a thorn in the side.

The reason is that my second aunt believed that my birth was the direct cause of my second uncle's paralysis.

As far back as I can remember, my second aunt never gave me a good look. Sometimes she would prick me with embroidery needles when no one was around. At that time, I was ignorant, and I would just cry loudly.

The most memorable one was when I was five years old.At that time, the farming was busy, and my parents were busy harvesting the crops in the rice fields, so they left me alone at home. At that time, because the skin of my fingers had not completely morphed, the children in the same village did not want to play with me, saying that I was a monster, so they left me alone. A man throws tiles on the edge of a pond.

Seeing me playing by the pond, my second aunt picked me up and threw me into the pond without saying a word. Fortunately, I was lucky to be rescued by my father who just came back.My father was also short of breath at that time, but considering my second uncle's paralysis, he swallowed this breath without making a sound. He just thought that if this continues, I will be killed by my second aunt sooner or later, so he planned to I was sent to my grandmother's house to be raised.

Some things are very coincidental, just when my father was about to send me to my grandmother's house, something happened to my second aunt.

That was one morning, my second aunt was washing clothes by the pond in our village. I don’t know whether it was slippery or on purpose. She rushed into the pond suddenly. When her body was fished out, the whole body A full circle.

With the death of my second aunt, my father and my second uncle chatted in the room all night. I don’t know what the two brothers talked about, but when my father came out of my second uncle’s room, he pulled me Kneeling beside the dead body of my second aunt, let me kowtow to my second aunt.

I was young and ignorant at that time, but I also knew that my second aunt was not good, so I refused to kneel down.

My father raised his hand and slapped my immature face, scolding me for being unfilial.

I was crying and asked my father why.

He told me earnestly that since my second uncle was paralyzed, the burden of the whole family fell on my second aunt's shoulders. The huge family pressure made my second aunt breathless, and it was the time when school started again. , My second aunt really didn't have the financial ability to pay the tuition fees for several daughters, let alone cure my second uncle's paralysis, so she had to choose to die to escape all this.

I was at an ignorant age at that time, and I didn't know much about life, so I knew that my father kept telling me that I owed my second aunt a life, and that I had to be filial to my second uncle in this life, and told me that no matter what My second uncle must be cured.

After my second aunt died, her four daughters were taken into our house by my father. The first few daughters of my second aunt’s house, the older ones have already started the third grade of primary school, and the youngest one is about my age, don’t look at the youngest one. The girl is young, but she looks at me with resentment in her eyes.

But my father felt that he owed my second aunt's family too much, and he always favored my second aunt's family in life, but his attitude towards me changed drastically. .

When I reached the age of elementary school, my family really couldn't afford more money for my education.After all, at the end of the 80s, every household was poor, how could they afford to raise so many children.

My father gritted his teeth and said that he had to let my second aunt's youngest daughter go to school no matter what, and he couldn't let the dead second aunt and the second uncle who was paralyzed in bed be sorry, so he arranged for me to lead an old buffalo every day to herd cattle on the mountain.

If you want to say that you love your son, it has to be a woman. My mother felt at the time that if this continues, the child will definitely be worthless when she grows up, so she went to my grandmother's house to borrow money for my education.

In this way, I went to elementary school.Time is like a pig-killing knife, one knife after another, and the knife stimulates people to grow.In the blink of an eye, it was midsummer in 2002, and I was already 16 years old at that time. I don't know what happened to the nail on the index finger of my right hand, it was always dark and not autumnal.

It is said that children from poor families are the first to lead the family. This is not true at all. At that time, because my family was poor, I worked extraordinarily hard in my studies and got excellent grades. The third grade was admitted to a key high school here.

Being admitted to a key high school is a great thing in other people's homes, but ours has no smiling faces. The reason is very simple, poor.

At that time, high school tuition was extremely expensive for the social economy at that time, and it cost about [-] yuan per semester.Our family had already borrowed money from all relatives because we wanted to support my second aunt’s daughters. In addition, my parents were already old at that time, and there was really no way to make money. Our relatives saw me My parents stayed away from us, and they were not willing to lend money to our family at all.

As soon as my parents discussed it, I would definitely not be able to continue my studies in high school, so they decided to send me to a ghost craftsman's house to learn crafts, saying that I would learn how to do it so that I would be able to support my family in the future.

At first, my mother disagreed, saying that the eldest daughter of my second aunt’s family was already in her third year of junior high school, so she could drop out of school and save her college tuition for me to go to high school, but my father said that one must have a conscience .

In the end, my mother compromised after being taught by my father's righteous words.

At this point in the story, I have to start talking about my work as a ghost craftsman. In the stories I tell, there are some true and some false.

However, I have to make one point in advance. The contents of these stories are so bizarre that they can’t even be explained by science. You have the right to listen to a story. Don’t take it too seriously. Don’t take the knowledge of ghost craftsmen involved in it in reality. Try, lest you get into trouble.

To this day, I still clearly remember that I arrived at the master's house on August 2002, 8, and there were only two days left before I left school.Here, I met the second master in my life. His surname is Liu, and what is his name? The old man never told me that he is a ghost craftsman, known as Liu Laogui.

The first time I met the master was at the door of his house. The first impression he gave me was that he was energetic, with a Chinese character face, a head of silver hair, and a green shirt and robe all the year round. Because he did something when he was young, left With only half of the foot, it is inconvenient to walk, and a sandalwood walking stick is never left.

At that time, my father introduced me to him, "Master Liu, this is my son Luo Shizi. I heard that your old man knows a little bit of strange things. I want to entrust him to you so that you can teach him something so that he can make money in the future." If you want to raise a family, you can beat or scold, whatever you like."

As a result, the master stared at my right index finger in disgust, and said coldly, "I can't afford to teach this kind of child who was born on the basis of other people's lives." Then he turned his head and left.

Master hated me, hated me from the very beginning, and I stood there in a daze, not knowing why Master hated me, and what he meant by stepping on someone else's life to be born, so I asked my father why.

My father ignored me and knelt down to the master, praying and crying, but the master still didn't agree.

Until the evening approached, my father didn't know whether he thought of something or what was going on. He got up abruptly and whispered a few words in my master's ear.

When my master heard this, his expression changed, and he immediately asked me to kowtow three times to the old man, and then asked me to bring him a cup of tea, saying that he was formally accepting me as an apprentice.

The process of my art learning was very bitter, because I only stayed at the master's house for a short two days, and the old man didn't teach me anything, only told me that I was not worthy to learn his art.

On September 9st, the master gave me 1 yuan and sent me to the coffin shop opened by my senior brother in the name of going to school. He asked me to learn crafts from my senior brother while going to school, and told me that The 2000 yuan was only lent to me temporarily, and I will have to pay him back at the end of the year with my skills.

I didn't think much about it at that time, I packed a few clothes and went out.

When I was about to leave the house, the master called me, and said, "Don't use the name Luo Shizi, it's bad luck, let's call it Luo Dongchuan from now on!"

(End of this chapter)