Preface
After I retired, I suffered from cerebral thrombosis. Use crutches every day. Support the body. Take a walk around the neighborhood. Lao Zhangtou greeted me. So he sat next to him. It's like a Chinese chat room here. We talk about weird things every day. I gradually became addicted to it. I come here every day and chat with everyone. Among the old people, there is Brother Yang, who is the oldest, the most knowledgeable, and the most talkative. Everyone loves to listen to him talk. My memory of those years is pretty good. I remembered a few stories. I had nothing to do, so I wrote them down one by one. Organized as follows. Because my cultural level is low and my knowledge is shallow. The writing is not good. I can only describe some of the meaning of the story. Please criticize and correct me.
Intent: Thriller