My name is Li Goudan, and people in the village say that my grandma is a crazy woman - squatting in a pig pen, chewing sweet potatoes, hugging a locust tree and chewing bark, she is so crazy.
Until that day, the granary collapsed, and she used a rusty nine-tooth rake to lift up the wooden beams that five or six strong men could not lift. The huge rocks in the quarry were about to hit people, but she threw a piece of sweet potato to cause the sow to hit, but she managed to avert the disaster.
The Taoist priest said that she was a deity demoted from heaven, but she spat: "What kind of deity? When I, the old pig, escorted Tang Monk to obtain scriptures, the Jade Emperor even respected me!"
What's even more outrageous is that the skinny old man guarding the forest in the neighboring village is actually the Sun Wukong who caused great trouble in the Heavenly Palace. He competes with my grandmother every day to eat the soy pork elbow.
Since then, my house has become a gathering place for monsters: the fragrant stone grinding spirit, the scarecrow that steals food, the old turtle pond hiding the dragon palace lotus...
And my crazy grandma is carrying a rake, preparing to take Sun Wukong to the North Sea to beat the Black Ice Turtle - just because the other party froze her braised pork.
This book is interesting to read