After My Grandfather Died, the Whole Village Asked Me to Serve as a Medicine Guide
by Ukulele
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Grandpa took his last breath and hung three peace charms sealed with heavy butter paper around my neck. He warned many times that it must not be torn apart unless absolutely necessary and when life hangs by a thread. As soon as my grandfather died, his bones were still cold, and before he had gone far from the road to hell, I was dragged to the center of the yard by two big men with sinister faces, holding my hands tightly. I just turned eighteen tonight, and more than a hundred people in the village set up a large iron pot in the yard that could stew a cow. The village chief coughed violently, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and pointed at the boiling water in the pot. His eyes were full of undisguised greed: "Make the soup and share a bowl with each person, and the disease in our village will be cured!" The hot water vapor mixed with the smell of firewood smoke hit my face, so hot that I almost suffocated. They wanted me to die. Not only did they want me to die, but they also wanted to use my living body as a drug! This time, even if I go to hell and turn into a ghost. I'm going to stir up this pot too!
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