Everyone in the village hates the blind man, but I know that he can see what others can't

Anmin was my cousin from the same village. He was blind for as long as I can remember. With a walking stick as a guide, he walked freely on the stone and pitted roads in the village.

As an able-bodied person who is still half-sized, I would trip over a stone accidentally, so I was full of curiosity about him, thinking that although he can't see, he must have special abilities.

I feel the same way as there are children of the same age in the village, a group of "saboteurs" who love to make trouble. We crept behind him in groups, with homemade spears and swords in our hands, trying to sneak up on him.

Strange to say, he looks like he has eyes on the back of his head. We just raised our "weapon" and were about to shoot, but he took the first step to suppress it with a walking stick, and sometimes he would slap his butt hard. Sticks tend to break open.

After the "defeat", we fled in all directions, and those who were hit by sticks went home crying and complaining to the adults.

The adults will say, who asked you to provoke him, he can't see his eyes, and his heart is dark.

Listening to the adults, Anmin was no different from ordinary people, and his eyesight was particularly outstanding.

According to legend, he dared to walk alone on the sheep's intestine path on the cliffs at night when he could not see his five fingers; standing on a high place, he could see small objects more than ten kilometers away, and could clearly describe the obvious characteristics of the objects; the elderly in the village invited him. Help thread the small embroidery needle, he always gets it right in one step...

The reason why he became blind is even more bizarre.

In our village, there is a temple for sending children to the goddess, which is responsive and incense.

Women who want to have children only need to pinch a face on the eighth day of the fourth lunar month. If they want a boy, they will make a boy, and if they want a girl, they will make a girl and wrap them in red cloth. It is good to send it to the temple, and then offer a few offerings and a yellow watch, and in the second year, I will always be able to hold a big fat boy or a daughter of gold.

Children have been warned by adults not to play in the temple, let alone touch anything in the temple. An Min was born to be bold and rebellious, and what adults are not allowed to do, he prefers to do.

When he was 12 years old, he took out a small-faced man enshrined in the temple to play. When the adults found it, he had already gouged out the small-faced man's eyes.

Although his mother squeezed the face again, led him to the temple to kowtow to apologize, and served food that he was reluctant to eat even during the New Year, but he still suffered an eye disease a month later, blinded overnight, and searched large and small hospitals to no avail. .

Anmin is the "pest" in the village. During the busy farming season, the adults went to work in the fields, the children went to school, and the family was left unattended.

Anmin took the opportunity to go in and out of the house, stealing the eggs laid by the hens in the nest, and sometimes grabbing and roasting the chickens that were laying eggs.

It is unbelievable that among the more than 30 households in the village, he knows where the chicken coop is; and he and all the dogs in the village are allies, no matter how vicious the dog is, as long as you hear him "Wang, "Wang, wang" a few times, and he would greet him with a wagging tail obediently.

Everyone in the village was scolding him, even cursing him not to die, but my mother didn't. My mother said that he stole eggs because he was too hungry, and often gave him some rare food and cold-proof clothing. Of course, he never went to my house to steal eggs.

My mother often said to me, Anmin is your cousin, my cousin, other children can scold him and bully him, but you can't. I promised with my mouth, but didn't take it to heart, and often took the lead in beating and scolding him.

When almost all the children of my age were attacking him, he was caught by him. He used a walking stick to slap him a few times. Until the adults came out and exchanged the steamed buns with white flowers.

He also has a special ability to touch the face. As long as he touches the face of the person, he will remember it accurately.

Once, when I was bullying him, he caught me right in the face. He stretched out his dark hand and groped my face back and forth, then let go of me and said, "You are the child of Yingzi's family. It's my cousin. Since we are relatives, I won't hit you.

I told my mother about it, and my mother was surprised. She said it was incredible. He still touched you once when you were 3 years old.

In the early 1990s, Anmin fell ill. He had no children and no daughters, and his nephews and daughters were not well-off. After being diagnosed with terminal cancer by the hospital, no one was willing to pay him for treatment. He could only lie on the kang and wait to die.

One windy and rainy night, people who had worked so hard all day were asleep when they were awakened by heart-rending cries: "Get up, it's about to be an earthquake..." People heard the sound coming from the cowshed where Anmin lived. transmitted from.

People stumbled out of their beds, screaming and driving sheep and cattle from the livestock pens.

A few minutes later, the earthquake really came, the earth began to shake violently, the sheep pen and cowshed collapsed suddenly, and some of the weak dwelling caves also collapsed.

After the earthquake, people with lingering fears remembered Anmin, and everyone ran to his house, only to see that the cowshed where he lived was in ruins.

Everyone was very puzzled. He was so ill that he didn't even have the strength to speak, so why did he make such a loud cry.

After Anmin's death, the whole village raised funds to build a good coffin for him. They invited the best drummers to beat for three days and three nights in a row. They also invited Taoist priests to save him, praying that he would still have a pair of clairvoyance in the next life.

On the day of his burial, the whole village came to see him off, and cries resounded throughout the village.

Bronze Hammer

My father was old and clamored to go back to the village to have a look.

Our village was relocated as early as 15 years ago due to the return of farmland to forests. Except for a few dilapidated cave dwellings that could barely be called property, I can't figure out what my father was worried about.

An old man is like a child. If you don't satisfy his wishes, he will make trouble with you. I reluctantly drive him all the way north, towards the direction of his hometown.

Back in the village, my father pointed to the only machine well in the village and said to me, do you know the origin of this machine well? I shook my head.

He pointed to the village school opposite Jijing and asked me, do you know the origin of this school? I still shake my head.

He said, I don't know I don't blame you. When the village bought these two big things, you were less than 10 years old. Today I will explain it to you, you must remember it.

Our village is located on the Loess Plateau, which suffers from drought and water shortages all year round.

When I was very young, there was only one earth well in the village. During the rainy season, it was fine. It could barely supply the living water of the whole village. In winter and spring, it dried up and people had to drive horses and carts to three kilometers away. Neighboring village to pull water.

The organic well in the neighboring village not only has a large amount of water, but also the well water is sweet, delicious, clear and bright.

I still have fresh memories. Even in the season when there was water in the earth well, my father often got up in the middle of the night to take a scoop in order to fill the tank with water. Can be used for a while.

The sediment was deposited on the bottom of the tank, the black was yellow, and the yellow was blue, and it was disgusting to look at. In order to save water, adults and children may not be able to wash their faces happily in a month; the water used for washing rice and vegetables is then used to wash pots and dishes, and finally used to cook pig food.

It would be nice to have a glimpse of the machine well, which is the common wish of the whole village. However, the drilling fee of up to 20,000 yuan is undoubtedly an astronomical figure for a small village with only more than 30 households.

Year after year, the village cadres have changed one term after another.

Before his retirement, the old party secretary said that whoever promises to make a well for the village within two years, he will give up the position of party secretary. The bachelor in the village, nicknamed Bronze Hammer, stood up first and clapped his chest in response.

Tongchui's ancestor is the richest family in our village. He is the only seed that has been passed down from generation to generation and has been doted on by his parents since he was a child.

In the era of cauldron rice, when the meal was ordered one day, his mother called him to go home for dinner. He asked his mother what to eat, and the mother said noodle fish and fish.

He was not happy anymore and complained to his mother, "Can't you make something delicious?" He eats donkey and donkey with noodles every day (he deliberately called Yuyu a donkey and a donkey to vent his dissatisfaction with his mother).

You must know that in those days, other people's homes could not even fill their stomachs, so noodle was definitely a good meal, and it may not be eaten during Chinese New Year.

This matter quickly spread in the village. In addition, he read and asked three questions, and he was not afraid of anything. People thought that what he had in his mind was scrap copper and iron, and gave him a nickname called "Bronze Hammer". , as the name suggests is a fool.

Bronze Hammer took over as the "trial" branch secretary. Bronze Hammer kept his word. After he took office, he started to work on the well.

There is less than 2,000 yuan in the collective public account. How can such a large gap be filled?

The "copper strength" of the copper hammer came up. He sold the five large stone kilns left by his ancestors for 1,000 yuan, and took out the treasure box left to him by his mother when he died. Inside are the silver dollars accumulated by his ancestors for generations. , is reserved for him to marry a wife.

The drilling team drove to the village in great spirits. The gong and drum team in the village beat gongs and drums, the Yangko team twisted Yangko, and the children set off firecrackers. It was even more lively and festive than the New Year.

Half a month later, the drilling team successfully drilled a well. The well was bottomless, a water pump was installed, the copper hammer pressed the start button hard, and a clear spring gushed out.

People danced with excitement, reaching out to pick up the water, holding it up and drinking it. This water is really sweet. The children simply had a water fight, and finally they could play water to their heart's content.

Bronze hammer was appointed as the party secretary, and he built a village school at his own expense the following year, with five brand-new red brick houses.

Most of the rural areas in northern Shanxi are cave dwellings. People are full of freshness about the spacious and bright brick houses. The villagers from the neighboring villages also came to visit, which caused several famous teachers from the township federation school to scramble to teach in our village school.

With good teachers, the children's academic performance will naturally improve, and the ranking once jumped from the bottom of the town to the top. He took the lead in leading the villagers to transform the terraced fields and introduced improved varieties of crops, so that the villagers' food income increased year after year.

Over the past few years, our village has become the first well-off village in the township. After doing all this, he posted all the belongings left by his ancestors.

After talking about this, my father stared at a deserted grave on the hillside opposite the Jijing and muttered to himself, this person is sometimes really weird, you say he is a bachelor, he can eat enough for the whole family and not hungry, why is he doing so much business.

I asked him, what happened behind the copper hammer? His face turned gloomy in an instant, and he scolded me sharply, "Can you call a copper hammer?" My name is Uncle Yiyuan!

I quickly corrected myself, what's going on behind my Uncle Yiyuan?

In tears, he said that in order to save a child in the village, he was eaten alive by a wolf; the wolf bit his head, and people found that what was in his brain was not scrap metal, but crystal clear nectar.