Gossips Recorded by a Nostalgic Person

I have lived in the countryside since I was a child. I remember that when I was a child, the electricity in the villages and towns was limited, and the power was often cut off at night. My favorite thing at that time was that a group of people would sit around on the stone grinding mill in the shooting field at night and listen to a group of old people gossiping: What kind of braided army came into the village to steal food, money, and young children; wolves came down the mountain to imitate people and guarded the door of the cave dwellings to catch the broken children; which rich man married a rich man? How much money did the daughters-in-law spend to find meat tickets that were kidnapped by bandits and reported to the officials halfway across the ocean? How many bones of dead people and dead horses were dug out in the trenches there, which were left over from the battles during the Chuang King period, and hemp money and gold ingots were buried there; whose child was disobedient and secretly climbed to the Temple of the Empress in Yeshan to steal the silver wax holder from the altar table in exchange for a big cigarette, but was eaten by wolves on the way back. . . Looking back now, although these are just gossips that a group of rural old people sit around after dinner and pass the time, whether they are gods or ghosts or people from the east or the west, sometimes I think that as time goes by and this group of people slowly disappears, who still remembers that there was once such a group of northwest rural people sitting together and chatting and passing the time. I was bored, so I thought of recording these things for my thoughts. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.