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There were clear wrinkles on the corners of Zhai Shou's mouth, his face was pale and stiff, and he was in and out of consciousness. He was only forty-eight years old. By noon, most of the people in Yanmaoding had come to visit, and they all found it unbelievable. How could the horn of the bull hit the village guard's throat? Go in from below the Adam's apple and penetrate the esophagus without any deviation. There was a white cloth wrapped around the neck, and no wounds could be seen, but everyone felt itchy in their throats. I touched it subconsciously and found it was intact, which made me feel better. In Yanmaoding, the words of the village guard are the village rules and regulations and the code of conduct for everyone. Now that he was about to die, they felt both relieved and worried: Who would they listen to in the future? In the afternoon, Chen Denggao woke up completely and could not speak, but everyone present had guessed what he was going to say: Okay, now I am okay, I thought I had to die, but now I am alive, I will not die...

If you don't believe it, it's also because of the text. I wrote these words not to restore my past life, but because more than ten years have passed, I am trying to tell the interesting things in that period of life. Those who have worked with me will definitely not approve of it, because everyone's memory will be modified by their own tastes and even moral sense. As a wise man said: Once memory encounters the narrative of the person involved, it will deviate from the truth of the situation and get closer and closer to fiction. So only for me, all this is real. This is a seed in life that still blooms from time to time, sometimes in life and sometimes in writing.

The town of Chumi began as a small street. The middle line of the small street is the boundary between the two villages, Shipai Village to the north and Lanbazi Village to the south. There used to be a boundary marker on the dividing line. At that time, Shipai Village and Lanbazi Village were fighting over land, and every time they fought, there would be casualties. The boundary markers were moved here today and moved there tomorrow, and they were knocked down and smashed from time to time. Legend has it that during the Ming Chenghua period, the county magistrate came to Chumi to resolve a dispute. He built a small stone house under the boundary monument and locked up a beggar who came here to beg. Beggars are no longer beggars and are revered as road gods. The boundary monument is protected by the road god. No one dares to move it anymore, and the land boundary is no longer in dispute. During the street reconstruction in 1996, the dirt road was changed to a cement road. Before paving the cement, the street was leveled and large stones were used as roadbed. The soil at the boundary markers was removed. Some people said that they saw it with their own eyes and saw no bones or coffins.

My uncle Wen Zhengshao has never stopped pursuing a better life in his life. His understanding of a better life is a bit ridiculous. He thinks that a better life means eating better, being more leisurely, and not doing or doing less heavy work. Speaking of food, there is actually nothing delicious in Ranxingba. Even if there is some good food, it won't taste good. Let's just stir-fry pork. A bowl of clean meat, dried chili cut into tubes for condiments, and nothing else. In order to put the side dishes in, it is "stuck". There is a lot of rain in spring and summer, and there are fragrant mushrooms in the woods. I know that the mushroom soup is so fragrant that it makes people drool, but I just can't bear to add more lard. When it comes to leisure, unless you have a capable and filial son who sends you money from the post office every month.