Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Flashlight

In April my grandfather was healthy, but in May he was insane.There are thousands of unlucky paths to be a madman, and the path of grandfather's misfortune is not only remote, but also deep. In our opinion, grandfather may not be the strangest madman in the world, but within the limits of our Toon Street , his story is enough to be passed down from generation to generation. Grandpa said his flashlight was buried under a holly tree. As we all know, there are no toon trees on Toon Tree Street, and the only greenery is holly. At the gate of the factory, in the open space on the street, and at the base of the walls of houses, tall and low holly trees can be seen everywhere. Under which holly tree is buried grandfather. Where is your flashlight?Grandpa just couldn't remember this crucial location.

At first, the grandfather set his target at the door of Master Meng's house and begged his son to dig it. The son refused to do such absurd thing and entrusted his grandson to dig it.Grandpa had no choice but to carry the shovel on his shoulders and go into battle himself. Master Meng heard the movement outside the door and came out to ask his grandfather if he wanted to dig earthworms.Grandpa was very frank, saying that at my age, what would I do digging up earthworms?I'm digging for a flashlight.Master Meng became curious, what flashlight?Why is it buried in front of my house?My grandfather couldn't explain it in words. I picked up a few bones of my ancestors from the grave of my ancestors and put them in a flashlight. There was no place to bury them for a while, and they might have been buried under this holly tree.Master Meng jumped up and said, Grandpa Baorun, you are too deceitful, why did you come to my house to dig up your ancestor's bones?If I didn't look at your elder's face, I would beat you home with three fists!Grandfather had to put away the shovel, but he was unwilling to leave. He bent down to inspect the pit, and pleaded with his old face, "Master Meng, please do me a favor, let me try to dig a few more shovels. I lost my soul. My memory has also been lost, and if I dig a few more shovels, I might remember everything.Master Meng said that you ran to my door to conduct scientific experiments. How could the bones of your ancestors be buried at my door?Isn't this riding on my head and shit?You said it yourself, you ride on my head to shit, do you deserve it?The grandfather dragged the shovel in shame, and muttered, I am unworthy, unworthy.He took a few steps back, and with a violent cough, he built up his courage, and suddenly asked Master Meng a question left over from history. I am not digging randomly. Master Meng, you must have forgotten who built your house land?This place used to be my family's tofu workshop. If I bury things, I must bury them on my own land.Master Meng is a little confused. Grandpa Baorun, do you speak Chinese or foreign?Why can't I understand?The grandfather smiled obsequiously and said, "You don't understand. You were young at that time and didn't remember anything. Ask your old mother, she must know clearly."Master Meng suspected that his grandfather was insane, so he put three fingers in front of his eyes, old man, how much is it?Grandpa said, three.Master Meng didn't give up, and moved closer to check his grandfather's pupils, which were shining brightly.Master Meng had no choice but to knock on the window facing the street, mother, come, whose land is my house built on?Is it built on the tofu workshop of Baorunjia?There was a buzzing sound from behind the window, and soon an old woman's old and shrill voice sounded, who is turning over the old calendar of the old society?Now it is a new society, who owns the land and houses, it doesn’t matter what anyone says, Chairman Mao has the final say.Master Meng reminded the old mother, Mom, Chairman Mao has passed away for many years.The old woman was silent for a second, and smoothed things out for herself very vigilantly. Chairman Mao passed away and the government is still there. What are you afraid of?The land and houses are all owned by the government, and whoever the government gives it to will belong to them!

Grandfather later moved to the holly forest in front of Wang Deji's house and learned a profound lesson.The remaining wisdom told him that in order to make the neighbors on Toon Tree Street tolerate his exploration, he must do what he likes and use scheming appropriately.When Wang Deji rushed out to collect the shovel, his grandfather grabbed Wang Deji's hand and quietly wrote two words on the back of that hand: gold.Wang Deji didn't have the patience to distinguish his grandfather's handwriting, so he shook his hands and said, "Grandpa Baorun, why are you using the back of my hand as a blackboard?"I heard that you lost your soul, but did you not lose your tongue?You can't speak anymore?The grandfather had no choice but to lean into Wang Deji's ear and tell him that the matter should not be publicized. What he buried back then was not an ordinary flashlight, but a flashlight filled with gold.Sure enough, Wang Deji's heart was moved, he rubbed his forehead, blinked his eyes for a long time, I said, how can you be so energetic at your age?It turned out to be digging for gold!Wang Deji's eyes suddenly radiated a sharp light, and asked in a low voice, a flashlight filled with gold, at least a catty, right?Is it gold bars, gold ingots?Or a gold ring or something?Grandpa nodded and calmly replied, all of them, some of them.

In this way, all the old and young of the Wang family flocked outside to watch the grandfather dig gold.Wang Deji's youngest daughter, Qiuhong, is a shrewd and sophisticated girl. While knitting, she promptly reminded her grandfather, "Grandpa, this is our family's land. If gold is dug up, half of our family will be lost. Don't be foolish."Wang Deji was impatient. Seeing his grandfather's digging was progressing slowly, he took a shovel from home and said, "Grandpa, you are getting old, take a break and I will dig. Don't listen to children's nonsense. I am not greedy. If I really dig it out, I will dig it out." For gold, we split between four and six, you get six and I get four.

Among Wang Deji's family, it was Xiaoguai who had the necessary doubts about his grandfather. He said, "Grandpa, you lost your soul, you must be confused. Gold is so valuable, if you don't bury it in your own home, how could you bury it at my doorstep?" Woolen cloth?Grandfather put down the shovel in his hand, and patiently explained to Xiaoguai that grandpa lost his soul strangely. He couldn't remember the past few decades, but he remembered everything when he was a child. Your family used to be my business that piled up coal. The coal yard here is spacious, no one comes, I may have buried the flashlight here.

The route that the grandfather digs the flashlight seems to be chaotic, but in fact there is logic hidden. He inadvertently showed the residents of Toon Tree Street the map of the ancestor's real estate.This has caused wave after wave of public opinion on the street. It is said that from Master Meng's house to the stone pier two hundred meters away, it was once the grandfather's property.This is almost half of Toon Tree Street. There are not only more than 70 households distributed along the way, but also a tool factory, a cement warehouse, tin shop, coal pellet shop, pharmacy, candy store, and grocery store. It can be called Toon Tree Street. heartland.People live and work under their own roofs, and have long forgotten the history of the former land. Unexpectedly, the grandfather suddenly appeared and reminded them with a shovel, your house is built on my land, you eat, drink, and go to work Work, all on my land.Grandfather carried a shovel and walked up and down half of the Toon Tree Street. Wherever he passed, the gray moss of history spread all the way. No matter how cautious his steps were, it was more or less an offense to the residents along the way.Residents have a lot of disputes about their grandfather's mental state, but no one can deny that in May of this year, his grandfather led the fashion of Toon Street with a shovel. The gold nuggets fever, the grandfather is the pioneer, but also the enlightener.

What the hell is hiding in Grandpa's flashlight?Based on rational speculation or romantic imagination, the residents of Toon Tree Street basically formed two factions: the Bones faction and the Gold faction.Needless to say, with the reform and opening up, the economy needs to be invigorated, and most people, whether they belong to the corpse faction or the gold faction, have the dream of getting rich overnight.Some people have small plans to make a fortune in their hearts, and verify the truth of what their grandfather said. After all, all they need is a shovel or pickaxe, no investment or risk is required. Whoever digs up the bones will be unlucky, and whoever digs up gold will be lucky.Wang Deji's family was the first to try digging. For two consecutive mornings, the neighbors saw that the holly trees in front of his house had fallen on the wall, and the surrounding area was muddy. Even the cement floor seemed to have been plowed at night.Some people wondered, isn't Wang Deji a corpse faction? Didn't he call Bao Run's grandfather full of lies? Why did he dig so hard?Someone hit the nail on the head and said with a sneer, a person like Wang Deji, who says one thing but another, what kind of bone faction is he?It's two-faced!

A frenzied gold digging movement swept across the south side of Xiangtongshu Street, then gradually spread to the north end, and finally even spread to the lotus alley on the other side of the river.Every night, people were dispatched, and the sound of picks and shovels touching the soil sounded in the quiet night sky.There will be many secrets on a May night, more interesting than sinful, and only half-covered.Many shovel holders looked at each other and smiled under the moonlight, some were calm, some were shy, and then they dug their own.Even enemies during the day become comrades-in-arms or accomplices at night like this.The gold diggers have different working styles. They belong to the deep cultivation of the Gold School, and the hasty retreat of the Bones School. However, as the saying goes, the only green belt on Toon Tree Street quickly disappeared. Through the gaps between the fallen holly branches, you can clearly see a road in the middle of the road, which is composed of sludge and concrete residues, and exudes a fresh earthy smell. The road in the middle of the road leads to the residents of Toon Tree Street golden dream.

The neighborhood committee in charge of street sanitation encountered a nightmare, and three female directors went to Baorun's house together to fight against the culprit.Grandfather was squatting on the ground at that time, using a wooden falcon to reinforce the loose handle of the spade. He tentatively asked the directors, did Baorun cause something outside?Seeing the innocent and numb look of the grandfather, the two female directors cried angrily, and the other had a particularly aggressive personality. She kicked the shovel off the ground, rolled up her sleeves, and said frankly to the grandfather, Grandpa, I really want to fight A slap in the face relieves the anger in your heart!

Borun came home from culinary school at noon that day, feeling a festive atmosphere in the nearby streets.A group of children gathered in front of his house to shoot cigarette papers, all looking beaming.Bao Run noticed that the door of the house was not closed properly, and Wang Deji's son, Xiaoguai, was stuck in the crack of the door, looking inside.Baorun went over and grabbed Xiaoguai's ear, and Xiaoguai was caught by the ear, and still reported the news to him in a cheerful voice, Baorun Baorun, your grandfather was kidnapped and tied to the white car in Jingting Hospital up!Surprised, Baorun let go of Xiaoguai's ear and asked, who?Who tied up my grandpa?Xiaoguai said, two white coats, people from the neighborhood committee, and your parents!

Bao Run pushed open the concealed door, and saw a grandfather's liberation shoe behind the door, three of the four chairs in the living room were overturned on the ground, and a teapot was broken in half on the ground, Bao Run guessed that it was his grandfather Struggling record.There was a rush of heat from the kitchen. He went to check and found that there was still a pot of boiling water on the stove, which was almost boiled dry.The door of the grandfather's room was hanging, apparently forced open. He walked in and almost tripped over a pickaxe.With an iron pick that my grandfather somehow found, he dug his room into a construction site.Baorun was full of doubts about his grandfather's behavior. There was no holly tree in the room, so why did his grandfather dig it again?Carefully observe the ground and corners, you can see traces of chalk, question marks, exclamation marks, and some mysterious circles and triangles.The room was filled with a strong fishy damp smell. The big blue bricks on the floor were gone. They were carefully lifted out and neatly piled up by the wall. Three wet pits were distributed in three corners of the room. , looking like three dry puddles.Baorun believed that grandfather was crazy, grandfather was really crazy.Grandfather's dream rots in the depths of the mire, giving off its characteristic fishy smell.The black photo frame that had been hung on the wall in advance somehow fell into a pit. My grandfather moved from the wall to the pit, looking very anxious. Most of his eyes were blocked by the mud. The eyes of the victim, from bottom to top, looked up at Baorun reverently, calling for help to Baorun, Baorun, save me, come and save me! Baorun picked up the photo frame from the pit, hung it on the wall again, and wiped off the mud on his grandfather's face with a rag.He rescued the photo of his grandfather from the pit, that's all.Grandfather's affairs are parents' affairs, he can't control it, and he doesn't know how to manage it.He was not willing to part with his grandfather, but saving his grandfather was too troublesome, and he was afraid of trouble.Bao Run sat on his grandfather's big bed, looked around the dark room, and vaguely remembered his grandfather's pale and shriveled soles. The wrinkles on the soles of the soles resembled a landscape painting, with steep mountains and gentle water flow. I fell asleep looking at the landscape on the soles of my grandfather's feet.Now that he misses his grandfather, it also starts from the soles of his feet. For this reason, Baorun feels a little sad and a little funny at the same time.