80s Taoism

"Don't say you saw Jin Hu and the others in the future, you know?" Back home, Liu Qiaoye hurriedly told Zhang Jiaohua.

Zhang Jiaohua glanced at the five little friends who had been silently by his side all the time, he didn't understand why his mother asked him to lie. Kindergarten teacher said that good children can't lie?

When it comes to the choice between listening to their mother or the teacher, most kids will choose the latter. The teacher announced the standard answer. So Zhang Jiaohua didn't respond.

"Do you remember what Mother told you?" Is there any reason why Liu Qiaoye doesn't know her cub's psychology?

"Oh." Zhang Jiaohua was reluctant.

Although such a big thing just happened, Mei Zi'ao's life still has to go on. For several days in succession, Meizi'ao could not hear a single laugh, and the village seemed extraordinarily quiet.

But life must go on, and the work in the field cannot be neglected. The memory left by the five children to Meiziao is just a few piles of new soil in the random graveyard. Children like Jin Hu and others who died young cannot enter the ancestral graves, or even pile up the graves. The memories they left for Meiziao may be like their graves, slowly being flooded by weeds.

For a long time after the accident, Zhang Jiaohua's parents did not allow Zhang Jiaohua to go out.

Zhang Jiaohua had no choice but to sit on the threshold of the gate every day and look at the white clouds floating in the blue sky. Five friends sat beside Zhang Jiaohua.

"Jin Hu, why don't you talk to me? It's boring for me to be alone at home." Zhang Jiaohua looked at Jin Hu sitting beside him and said.

If someone was here, they must have seen Zhang Jiaohua talking into the air.

Jinhu, Fugui, Xiaoshuan, Gouwa, and Mancang were all still naked, just like they went to the pond to take a bath. It's okay for rural children to have bare buttocks, and Zhang Jiaohua didn't think there was anything wrong. Originally, his mother had told him that when Jin Hu and the others died, people would turn into ghosts. What he saw was a ghost. Zhang Jiaohua was afraid of ghosts since he was a child, but he didn't know why, but when he saw these five little friends, he felt that they were still alive.

Zhang Youping carried a load of beans and placed them heavily on the concrete floor in the yard, and wiped his sweat with a sweat towel wrapped around the shoulder pole. Then he took off the bamboo hat and prepared to enter the house to drink water.

"Cub, who were you talking to just now?" When Zhang Youping first entered the yard, he seemed to hear his cub talking to someone, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Golden Tiger. They are all there." Zhang Jiaohua pointed to the threshold.

Jin Hu and the other five were staring at Zhang Jiaohua in a daze.

Zhang Youping seemed to feel a sinister wind blowing towards his face, and felt sad, knowing that his cub was entangled in dirty things. I was so anxious, but there was nothing I could do.

In the evening, Zhang Jiaohua's grandparents also came over, and so did his uncle and aunt. Grandparents live with Uncle Zhang Jiaohua. Live in an old house. Zhang Jiaohua's family built a house the year before last and moved out of the old house.

"The beggar seems to be haunted by those five little ghosts. For a while, the beggar has been talking to five little ghosts every day." Zhang Youping was worried and kept smoking.

"Youping, why don't you go and ask Taoist Ma to take a look." Grandpa Zhang Jiaohua came up with an idea. Ma Daochang's name is Ma Wulang, and he is the sailor of Meishan Sect. He usually likes to wear Taoist robes, and everyone in the village calls him Daoist Ma. Usually people in the village look for him when looking at cemeteries and foundations, and sometimes even superstitious people come to him. He also sees doctors part-time, and some diseases that the barefoot doctors in the village can't treat will go to him.

"Father, is this not good? If Daoist Ma is invited here, everyone in Meizi'ao will know about it. From now on, they will all treat my cub as a monster." Zhang Youping was very worried.

Liu Qiaoye was also unwilling, "That's right, even though my cub can see them, they didn't harm my cub. In fact, it's okay if that's the case."

Grandpa Zhang Jiaohua didn't show his authority, and was very annoyed, "Your cubs, you decide for yourself. Don't let something happen at that time, and it will be too late to regret it."

After much deliberation, Zhang Youping and his wife still didn't want to call Ma Wulang.

But paper cannot contain fire, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Although Zhang Youping's family deliberately concealed it, the news that Zhang Jiaohua was haunted by ghosts spread. All the children in the village were warned by their parents not to play with Zhang Jiaohua. But Ma Wulang came uninvited.

Not long after Zhang Jiaohua celebrated his birthday, Ma Wulang came to Zhang Jiaohua's house with a stick wrapped with various strips of cloth on the top. The appearance of the stick is a bit like the stick full of candied haws that you buy in the city.

Zhang Jiaohua moved a small four-legged bench and sat under the eaves, watching with relish the movement of ants in a small hole in the corridor.

Jinhu, Fugui, Xiaoshuan, Gouwa, and Mancang formed a circle and watched with great interest.

At this time, Ma Wulang forcefully inserted the stick in the corridor of Zhang Jiaohua's house. The corridors were not paved with concrete, just adobe blocks of mud pounded tightly with wooden cones. Ma Wulang directly inserted the stick in his hand into the adobe. The strips of cloth at the top kept shaking. There is also a bell tied to the stick, and when the stick pauses, the bells on it jingle.

Zhang Jiaohua was startled, thinking that a human trafficker was coming. Jin Hu and the others hurriedly hid behind Zhang Jiaohua.

"Which one are you looking for? My parents are not at home." Zhang Jiaohua bravely stood up.

"It's you that I'm looking for. It's just that your parents are not at home." Ma Wulang stopped the stick in his hand on the ground again.

Zhang Jiaohua trembled in fright, and said tremblingly, "You can't sell me if you take me away. I remember my parents' names and where I live. If you sell me, I will run back by myself."

"It's okay. I don't need to sell it if I catch it. You can just beg for food. If you are disobedient and want to run, I will break your leg so that you can't run. If you want to shout, I will give you dumb medicine to make you dumb." Ma Wulang laughed and deliberately made up stories to scare Zhang Jiaohua.

How can a child stand up to this battle? Zhang Jiaohua was immediately frightened and cried by Ma Wulang. Jin Hu and the others were also so frightened that they burst into tears.

"Don't cry!" Ma Wulang saw the stick in his hand hit the ground hard again. Bells jingled.

Zhang Jiaohua still cried like that, but she didn't dare to cry out loud.

"My parents will be back soon, you trafficker can't escape!" Zhang Jiaohua thought of another idea while wiping away tears.

"When I came here just now, I saw your parents pulling weeds and spreading fertilizer in the fields. They won't come back anytime soon. Everyone in the village knows that you have been haunted by little ghosts, and no one will come to your house." Ma Wulang completely cut off Zhang Jiaohua's thoughts.

Zhang Jiaohua wanted to cry, but she was afraid of angering the person in front of her.