Strange trees grew on the grave, and the crazy old man said he couldn't cut them down. He didn't listen and cut it, and his son broke his hand in the middle of the night.
He Dadan doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and neither does he. When he was young, He Dadan often walked at night, even if he was haunted and harmed people, it was nothing. So everyone says that ghosts are also bullying the weak and afraid of the hard.
Once, He Dadan's hoe handle was broken and he needed a straight and hard wood. He Dadan then took a firewood knife and went to the back hill to find it. Looking for a wick, there is still no wooden stick. He Dadan just wanted to cut down a tree for use, but at this moment, He Dadan passed by a grave and found a strange straight tree in front of it, which was not famous.
Because this tree is too straight, as straight as the Monkey King's wishful stick, and it is more than ten feet high. You can knock with one hand, and you are full of energy. This is the right material for the hoe handle.
He Dadan will stand firm and start chopping. Suddenly I heard a voice behind me: "No, no!"
He Dadan suddenly stopped, turned around and saw an old man in rags coming trembling, while still lisping that he would not cut.
He boldly waited for him to approach and asked, "Old man, why can't you cut it?"
The old man said seriously, "There are trees growing on the grave because of grievances. This tree can absorb grievances and offset sins. You cut it. Isn't this evil spirit going to harm the village? Can't cut, can't cut. "
He Dadan smiled when he heard this: "It's really alarmist. This tree just grows at will. People are dying, and each has his share. Wrong is not wrong. "
Say that finish, still wield a knife to cut.
The old man is crazy, patting his thigh and beating his chest. "catastrophe, catastrophe!"
He boldly cut down the strange tree three or two times, picked up the extra branches and carried the pole back. The more he looked at it, the more he thought it was a good wooden handle, and he didn't care about the crazy old man's warning. When I got home, I jingled the stick, sawed it into the desired shape and put it on the hoe.
He thought of the old man's words and felt ridiculous. But I was half asleep at night and suddenly heard my eight-year-old son crying loudly outside.
He Dadan and his daughter-in-law rushed to their son's bed, only to see his son lying on the ground, holding his right arm and crying. He boldly pushed open his son's sleeve to look at his arm, and it didn't matter if he didn't look. The arm is actually broken.
He boldly asked how it was broken, but his son said he didn't know. He boldly looked around the room and saw his new hoe standing quietly in the room. He was shocked at once and remembered the words of the crazy old man.
There is no time to take care of it now, so I picked up my son and went to the doctor.