cannon fodder love

Chapter 150 The Dream of Dwelling 12
After two days in the sun, the wheat is ready to be bagged. Before bagging, there is another process, which is raising the field.

An Yanbing stood aside and saw her father using a wooden shovel to lift up the wheat grains...

The purpose of raising the field is to remove the shells or impurities of the crops. An Yanbing knows a little bit about it. There must be wind when raising the field. If the wind is too strong, even the wheat will be blown. Effect.

The wind is just right this afternoon. After more than an hour of busy work, I can finally pack the bags.

My father handed over the bagging work to An Yanshu and An Yanbing, who spread the straws on the field with a fork, and borrowed a reel to roll and beat the straws repeatedly.

An Yanbing understands this, because only in this way can the straw become soft and become good firewood.

This kind of firewood is indispensable in the countryside. It is not only used for cooking, but also for feeding pigs. It is just that before feeding pigs, it needs to be beaten into bran by machine and added to pig feed.

By the time I got home from work, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

When I returned home with a cart of grain, my mother hurried to cook, while my father carried the grain to the courtyard and piled it in a simple shed.

Today, my mother deliberately took a few eggs and fried a plate. The dinner was still the usual porridge and steamed buns. The difference was that there was a plate of stinky tofu today.

The stinky tofu was made by her mother herself. An Yanbing has eaten it several times and it is very delicious.

Maybe it's hungry, maybe it's because the stinky tofu is delicious, An Yanbing actually ate three steamed buns today, two more than usual.

After eating, An Yanbing touched her full stomach and returned to her room.

Xia Busy's vacation is ten days, and now seven days have passed, and school will start in three days.

Thinking that the homework assigned by the teacher hadn't been written yet, An Yanbing took out the homework list listlessly.

"What? Don't want to do homework?" Seeing her reluctance, my sister came over and asked with concern.

"No." An Yanbing said flatly, she couldn't tell her sister that she thought the homework was too easy and didn't want to write it.

This reason is hard to say, even if you say it, no one will believe it. Others will say in their hearts that you are not a genius and can do everything.

An Yanbing took her homework book and deliberately dawdled in writing. After finishing writing, she was too embarrassed to do other things in front of her sister, so she went to bed.

"Second sister, why did she fall asleep again?" An Yanran pouted.

"It should be tired, Yanran, aren't you tired?" An Yanshu yawned, as if she was very tired.

"Second Sister, I don't want to sleep yet, can you tell me a story?" An Yanran raised her face, she likes An Yanshu telling her stories the most.

"Then let me tell you the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs." An Yanshu carried her sister to the bed, lay down beside her, and began to tell the story.

"Wow, woof, woof..." the lightning in the yard suddenly called out.

"what's wrong?"

"What happened?"

The whole family was awakened and came to the courtyard one after another.

"Lightning, what did you see?" An Yanbing asked, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Master, there are... there are ghosts." Lightning said with some horror.

It is said that dogs can see ghosts with their eyes. Is this true?
"Lightning, where is the ghost?" An Yanbing asked lightly.

"She...she's right behind you." Lightning stared at An Yanbing's back in fear.

"Give me back my head, you guys give me my head back..." The female ghost's cry seemed particularly terrifying and eerie in the dark night.

"The child's father, what did she say?" The mother turned pale with fright.

"She said that we should return her head..." the father said with a trembling voice.

The elder sister also turned pale with fright, and tightly grasped the corner of her mother's clothes.

It's just that the siblings don't know all this and are still sleeping peacefully.

An Yanbing didn't dare to turn her head. Although it was not the first time she had seen a ghost, she still felt horrified when she thought of the terrifying appearance of a ghost.

"Xiaoheixiaobai, you guys settle this matter." An Yanbing called out two cats.

Ghosts are afraid of cats, especially black cats. At this time, Xiaoheixiaobai appears as a spirit body, which cannot be seen by ordinary people, but ghosts can.

Soon the ghost was subdued by two cats and pulled to An Yanbing. An Yanbing saw a young girl with disheveled hair, with resentment towards people in her eyes.

"Sister, she is the one who is screaming." Xiao Bai said angrily.

"I didn't scream. What I said was true. My head was originally in this courtyard. It was your father who threw my head elsewhere, leaving me decapitated..." The female ghost looked at her father with red eyes. , Fortunately, my father couldn't see it.

"Dad, did you pick up a human head a few days ago and then lost it?" An Yanbing turned to her father and asked.

"How do you know?" Her father looked at her in surprise. A few days ago, he was digging a well in the yard, but he didn't expect to find a human head, so he took it out and buried it quietly.

"Dad, the voice you heard just now belongs to this female ghost who lost her head. She said that her body is still in our courtyard, so tomorrow we will dig out her body and bury her body and head together." ..."

"Yan Bing, can you see ghosts and hear her?" Father asked suspiciously.

"No, Lightning told me these things, and I understand what it says." An Yanbing didn't want her parents to know anything else about her, so she put all the blame on Lightning.

"I see. I'll find her head tomorrow and bury it with her body. Yan Bing, tell her that we didn't kill her, and her death has nothing to do with us." The father said nervously.

"Dad, don't worry, she committed suicide, and she won't pester us again in the future."

"My son's father, I'm still a little worried. What if something unclean appears in our house again..." Mother looked at the night sky with fearful eyes, although she didn't see anything.

"Mom, if you are afraid, then I will go to the street and buy two cats to bring home tomorrow. Cats can serve as town houses." An Yanbing looked at Xiao Hei Xiao Bai, so that they could be by her side in a fair and honest manner. , no longer have to hide it.

"Keeping cats costs money, where do we get the money?" Mother still said worriedly.

"If you have money, you can feed it, but if you don't have money, you can eat steamed buns." An Yanbing looked at the two cats after she finished speaking, but Xiaobai curled her lips in displeasure.

"I'm so hungry, can you find me something to eat?" the female ghost said suddenly.

"What do you want to eat?" An Yanbing asked.

"Incense, take some incense..."

"Mom, do we still have the incense you burned in the temple?" An Yanbing turned to her mother.

"Yes, do you want dried incense?" Mother asked puzzled.

"Burning incense and praying in the courtyard, she won't come here in the future." An Yanbing said.

"Okay, I'll get it right away." Mother turned and went back to the room, took some incense and lit it in the courtyard.

"Tomorrow my dad will take care of your business, and I don't need to pester my family anymore." An Yanbing looked at the female ghost and said sharply.

The female ghost inhaled the incense, nodded and floated away.

"I didn't expect there to be ghosts in this world, Yan Bing, why aren't you afraid of ghosts?" Back in the room, my sister was still shaking.

"I can't see it, so there's nothing to be afraid of." An Yanbing said calmly.

"Yan Bing, do you really want to buy a cat tomorrow?" My sister asked.

"What's the matter? You don't like it." An Yanbing asked suspiciously.

"I have a feeling that you seem to be different these past few months, but I can't tell exactly what it is."

"I'm still me, you're overthinking, it's getting late, go to bed." An Yanbing ignored her sister and went to bed.

　When I was a child, there was a well at home. I heard that a human head was dug up when I was digging it. When I was writing an article at night, I heard the dog barking in the courtyard. I somehow remembered this, so I mentioned it in the article.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)