I'm Mrs.

Chapter 81
The smell of urine in my nostrils became more and more smoky, I couldn't hold it any longer, I covered my nose, "Grandma, it smells so bad, this water must be urine."

San Pang's mother didn't know whether she was frightened or worried because San Pang was so worried, the tears in her eyes couldn't be controlled, "Auntie, what's going on, why is there so much water in this shoe!"

Grandma didn't say much all the time, she tapped her hand again, and still poured out a stream of water, until the poured out five or six times, the poured yellow water began to turn red, and grandma's mouth opened. , "You can leave when you are angry."

As he said that, he added, "The child is so young, if something really happens, don't blame me for being rude."

I don't understand, what's wrong with this?Don’t you just keep pouring water, just thinking about it, San Pang’s mother screamed, “Oh my god! Aunt Xue! Look, Aunt Xue!!!”

Following the sound, I was completely stunned. The crotch of San Pang's crotch was slowly oozing blood, and more and more, in a short while, it was already bright red!

"Aunt Xue, what's going on, my son, why is my son bleeding!"

Sanpang's mother may be obstructing the surrounding villagers, so I describe it a bit reservedly, but I am curious, staring at Sanpang's safflower crotch, thinking back and forth in my mind, is Xiaoliu taking a bath? He is shy, so, after such a reasoning, he can roughly guess where the bleeding came from. Looking at San Fatty's paler face, for the first time, he felt a little sympathetic to him.

Grandma's complexion was not good, she glanced at me, "Sibao, go into the house and take out my red thread!"

I said oh, and ran back to the house with a half-limping leg. After taking out the red thread, my grandma wouldn't let me see it, but even if I turned my back, I could hear grandma telling San Fatty to take off San Fatty's pants. first tie...

tie up?

The little bird called imagination in my mind flapped its wings and flew up. I stood there foolishly laughing, why did I feel inexplicable joy when I thought of that picture!
Turning around, grandma has already done all the work for Sanpang, and the blood in her crotch has not spread any further, but Sanpang's fucking face is still ugly, "Aunt Xue, this won't delay my Sanpang's future, right? The lifeblood of my son!"

Grandma looked at her with a cold face, "Your son should have gone somewhere he shouldn't have urinated and frolicked on someone's tomb stone tablet. Look at the shape he walks, which is the shape of the stone tablet. The urine in the shoes means that he is stepping on it." He pissed, so he followed him back. This thing has a big temper. I helped him teach him a lesson. Now if you want your son not to get sick, you have to know where your son went to do it. Look at the trouble Whose grave is the disaster, how can they let your son be spared."

"But we don't know where he went to play!"

Sanpang's mother couldn't bear it anymore, and the villagers towards the door started crying, "Everyone, uncles and aunts, who knows where my son went to play during the day, please help Sanpang, my son is still alive!" I haven't passed my 12th birthday yet, who can help..."

"Yumei, don't cry, I remember, your son loves to play with that kid from Da Li's family! Hey, Da Li, your son Ermao is at home now! Hurry up and call your son to ask!"

The enthusiastic villagers standing at the door helped at the time, "Yes, Da Li, this life is at stake! Why don't you hurry up and find out that these three fat people will have no successors in the future!"

Yea, when I heard the word 'extremely late', San Pang's mother just hiccupped and passed out!
When Uncle Li saw that the matter was serious, he didn't dare to delay, so he turned around and went home to find his son. When he dragged Li Ermao over by his arms, San Pang's mother was already strong enough to be pinched by my grandma. Zhong woke up, "Ermao, Ermao, tell auntie, where did you play with Sanpang during the day!"

This Li Ermao was frightened when he saw the blood in Sanpang's crotch, and stood beside his father tremblingly, "No, I didn't go anywhere."

His father was a flying kick at the time, "Little brat! How dare you lie in front of your father! Where are you going!!"

Li Ermao was kicked and cried loudly, clutching his ass and standing there in fear, "That's right, I'm going to the No. [-] outpost..."

"What!!"

His father was angry, and completely forgot that he asked his son to come here to help. He lifted his foot by the collar of his neck and kicked him again, "It's positive, you still go to the No. [-] post! How about I give it to you today?" With a long memory, you will be the next second child to be abolished!"

San Fatty's father was not happy when he heard this, "Who's son's second child has been abolished, Aunt Xue hasn't said that yet, you..."

"okay!"

Grandma was left speechless by the mess, came up and pulled Li Ermao away from his father, adjusted her tone and looked at him very gently, "Ermao, tell Grandma Xue that you go to No. [-] What are you doing at the outpost?"

"Explore, explore..."

Li Ermao babbled back to his grandma's words, "Han Lin used to be the boss, he dared to enter the No. [-] post. After he left, San Pang will become the boss. He said he dared to enter..."

"You're still the boss, you're the boss with me even if you haven't even grown a hair, I have to..."

"Big Lee!"

Grandma scolded Uncle Li, who was still impatient, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw Li Ermao, "Ermao, then Grandma Xue asked you, did Sanpang urinate in a cemetery near the No. [-] post?"

Li Ermao was so frightened by his father that he almost peed, sniffling his nose and nodded non-stop. The whole thing is that I will confess and be lenient, and you must not resist me and be strict.

Grandma snorted, "There are not many graves over there, tell Grandma Xue, which grave is it?"

"It's the one with the peach tree next to it. San Fatty said he had urinated when he came out of the No. [-] outpost. We don't know why he went to pee in front of the monument. I was a little scared at the time, so I ran away. I didn't care about anything else. Didn't..."

Grandma said she understood, and patted Er Mao on the shoulder and told him not to go to Post No. [-] in the future, it was not a place for children to go.

Li Ermao cried and nodded, saying that he would never go there again, but unfortunately it was useless for him to express his determination now, his father was by the side, looking eager to use him to practice martial arts tonight.

I can only say that Li Ermao is unlucky. You don't need to add up to know that Sanpang and the others must have gone to the No. [-] outpost with a large group, but who told him that his father happened to be at my door to join in the fun? It's hard not to get beaten.

In fact, let alone Li Ermao, any child in the village will be beaten if he tells his parents that he has been to the No. [-] post. That place is definitely forbidden in our village.

As for my grandfather's leg, it was the first to work at the No. [-] post. I heard that at that time, the No. [-] post was going to be bombed. It was flattened so that it could be developed. When my grandfather was in good health, he could be regarded as a capable person in the village. He can make land mines and hunt, so the village recommended his grandpa to join the engineering team as a gunpowder blender. At that time, grandma didn't agree, but grandpa insisted on going, saying that it wasn't him who exploded it, but just helping to mix the gunpowder. Wages are not earned yet.

But who knew that just the night before the bombing of the No. [-] outpost, part of the gunpowder with a good ratio exploded while being transported to the outpost. Fortunately, grandpa was standing at the gate of the outpost at that time, so it was destroyed. Legs, and the two engineering team members who transported the explosives were directly killed.

Grandpa took his life but his leg couldn’t be healed. It was just swollen. When it was the thickest, it was as thick as a water tank. When I went to the hospital, they said that my grandpa’s injury was on the outside of the thigh slightly below the pelvis. There was nothing I could do about it. The amputation can only be maintained by myself. In the end, my grandma went to the river to find a kind of medicine and dried it for my grandpa to smoke the wound to reduce the swelling. On the kang.

As for the birth of the No. [-] post, it is naturally the credit of the Japanese. I am not praising them. This post is absolutely solid. The explosives killed everyone. There is nothing wrong with this broken post. My grandma's house is quite close, built on a small uphill, as high as a two-story building, and there is a small dirt road next to it. I think it was too much of a hindrance to take up space when the bombing was going to happen, but something happened. With the addition of some sensational legends, no one dared to move this outpost.

I heard from the villagers that the base of the No. [-] post is empty, there is a secret passage, the top is the post, and the bottom is actually a prison, and some women and children are specially arrested for live experiments, so the bottom of the No. [-] post is full of corpses, and the air is very cold. At night, ghosts cry and wolves howl, it is simply a place where evil gathers!
Of course, I don’t think it’s very credible, because my grandma, who is so keen on gossip, would say nonsense after hearing this. She said that she saw someone building an outpost back then, but she saw two Japanese soldiers before and after. The outpost was vacant, and live experiments were still in progress. If someone in the village was arrested for experimentation, wouldn't she know?
But the legend is the legend, the evil spirit of this outpost is true. Thinking about it, this outpost has existed for six to seventy years, and there are many unbelievers during it. When my grandma was young, the village head at the time brought seven or eight The young man went in to live at night and said he wanted to see if anyone was crying!As a result, the cry was not heard, and he and the seven or eight young men woke up early in the morning and lay down in the cornfield.

Then the village head refused to accept it, and led another group of young and energetic young people to live in. I heard from my grandma that the village head and the others agreed that no one would sleep, but in the middle of the night, they all fell unconscious for some reason. When I opened my eyes, one part was still in the corn field, and the other part was lying on the river bank. Among them, the village chief himself was hanging on a tree...

(End of this chapter)