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At this point, Grandma stopped. With a shake of his outstretched hand, he picked up the teacup, causing water to gush out of it. I said slow down, don't drop the glass. She lifted the cup close to her mouth and gulped the water down. He let out a breath and wiped his mouth, staring at me with wide eyes: "Shier, do you know what happened after that retard put the jar on his head?"

"What happened? "Could it be that he's dead?!" "No," I said.

"Yes!" He's dead! " Grandma slapped her thigh again, her eyes almost popping out, "Sudden death! He put the jar on, and before he had taken a few steps, he collapsed with a loud thud. Not moving. The jar above his head was strong enough to knock against the brick-paved floor, but it did not break.

At first, everyone thought Er'zi was pretending. After a long time, he couldn't afford to pay it back. Then someone kicked him hard, saying that he was f * cking dozing off and had his head in a jar, dreaming of getting a wife!

Some joked that this was the old lady's urine jar. The smell of urine was so strong that it made Er Fa faint. I said, damn it, does my mother's urine smell that bad? I have diabetes, my urine is sweet. I even tasted it myself. It's sweet! Everyone laughed at me, and your aunt poked me again, telling me to shut up and stop talking. "

I couldn't help but scold, "Grandma, sometimes you have to hold your tongue a little, don't say everything! They say you owe them nothing! Also, you shouldn't be shouting in front of a crowd in the middle of the night when you come across a man wearing a can. You should get a few close friends to talk to them in private and discuss what to do.

With your shout, the entire village knows. If something really does appear on Second Uncle's corpse, you won't even be able to cover it. What good fortune could a dead man be capable of causing such a strange event? When people feel so unlucky that they panic, they avoid you and your family. He even used your family's affairs as a topic of discussion after the meal. Your family no longer has any status in the village! "

Grandma said, "Ai, why are you so tired of living? You all love to pretend to be calves." I won't act. I don't have anything to say! I thought that after a long time, everyone would feel that I was sincere and that I had some sort of good relationship with others! In the end, they called me Half-cooked behind my back! You don't even tell me the important matters, you're just making fun of me! "

(" Half-cooked "is a half-cooked product, often referring to people with insufficient brain.)

I got up and poured a glass of water for Grandma and said, Grandma, you go on.

Grandma said, "Second Fool has been lying on the ground for a long time. Only then did everyone feel that something was wrong. Just then, two people helped him up and took off the jar on his head. When he took a look, he saw that there was no blood on his face, but he was already dead. Some people said that it was impossible for him to be bored to death by wearing an earthenware jar.

Only then did everyone panic, knowing that they were afraid. And I know I'm not spouting nonsense. No one dared to stay in the shed. Not caring about their kinship, they cried out in fear as they ran out of people. Even your big aunt and your Eldest Uncle ran home and closed the door. Just like this, your Second Uncle's affair is thrown halfway, no one will care about it anymore! "

After a long silence, I could barely contain my anger. "My second uncle was a rare good man," I said. He died just like that. After death, he would be left in the cold. Who said that the Heavenly Dao was a good reincarnation, that good and evil would eventually be rewarded? Why don't I see my second uncle getting a good report!

"Actually, your Second Uncle is not a good person either!" Grandma squinted at him and said.

I was stunned. "What's wrong with him? Why is he not a good person anymore?"

"When he was a young man, he was in the woods at the back of the village, beating up his sheep," said his grandmother. "Darn it!"

"Ah, my Second Uncle would do that? Did someone make it up? " "No," I said.

"What kind of ballad is this!?" He was caught red-handed! Those who had caused such a stir all knew about it. Or else I'll marry your second wife, this silly woman! Who from a good family would marry him! " Grandma said.

I said, "Who didn't make some impulsive mistakes when they were young! He didn't hurt anyone! "

"But your Second Uncle beat your second aunt to death!" Grandma said again.

I stopped talking because I didn't know what to say.

"Your Second Uncle is ruthless! I often lose my temper at home, and sometimes I get beaten up. He pretends to be a good man! " Grandma was furious.

"Then do the police know that my Second Uncle beat my second wife to death?" I asked.

"I don't know. No one called the police." A fool should die just like that. Her parents did not pursue this matter, afraid that the police would capture her Second Uncle and leave her without a father. I am also angry at your second aunt for being so angry! It's good that he died! "

I asked again, "That idiot died because he put a jar on his head. How could his family be willing to do that?"

Grandma said, "So what if I don't want to? Someone has called the police. The police have the final say! "

"What did the police say about Second Fool's death?"

"Brain death!"

"What about the jar?" I asked again.

Grandma said, "The police took her back. They said they would study her!"

At that moment, a knocking sound came from the outside. Grandma pulled her neck and shouted, "Talent!"

"What for?" The cousin answered from the next room.

"Let's see who is knocking on the door!"

After his cousin opened the door, a group of people rushed into the courtyard. I went out with my grandmother. He saw a middle-aged woman sitting on the ground, crying her heart out. Seeing that her grandma had come out, the group of people all pointed their fingers at her, asking how they were going to deal with this matter. Her grandma had a questioning look on her face as she asked what had happened.

A middle-aged man said with grief and indignation, "It's all because of you, you damned old woman! You asked my son to drive over to your daughter's house to pick her up, and my son got into a car accident! Their bodies have been crushed into minced meat, and the van is as flat as a trolley! "

Grandma turned pale with fright. "When did it get crushed to death?"

"What else could it be? It must have been last night!" My son went to your daughter's house last night to pick her up. It was only this morning that the wreckage of the car was found in a ditch beside the road. Called the police. When the police came to the scene, they found that the license plate on the car was missing, along with my son's pass and driver's license.

It took a while for the police to find my house and ask if my son was home. I said no, he drove out last night and hasn't come back yet. Then the police said my son died in a car accident! " The middle-aged man said, his eyes red with tears.

Grandma looked at me and pointed at me. "Last night, it was my grandson who I asked Flag to pick up from my daughter's house. My grandson only came to my house today. He didn't get crushed in the car with your flag. What did this mean? It means that your family's banner definitely didn't listen to me, and didn't go to my daughter's house to pick up my grandson last night. "I wonder what he did. It has nothing to do with me whether he was drunk or not!"

The middle-aged man looked at me and asked, "Did you see my banner last night?"

I shook my head and said no.

Grandma spread her hands and confidently said, "Look, my grandson has never seen your banner before. This means that your family's banner did not listen to my words and did not go to my daughter's house! "Can you blame me for this?!"

The middle-aged man no longer said anything.

The middle-aged woman who was sitting on the ground was still wailing in agony.

"Yesterday, your grandma said," You took fifty dollars from me before agreeing to go to my daughter's house to pick her up. Since he lied to me. Then the matter of picking up the person would be left undecided. You are Big Flag's father. You should give me back the fifty dollars he took from me! " As he spoke, he extended his hand towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and then shouted excitedly, "What money!? What money! Why didn't I see you giving it to me!? Since you're already dead, you can say whatever you want to. Do you have any proof that you gave my son fifty dollars? Show me the receipt! As long as there's a receipt, I'll give you back the money! "

Grandma sneered and said, "Now we have no proof!" I lost fifty dollars! Forget it, since your son is dead, I won't bother with you! Do what you have to do, and don't leave my house to cause trouble! What's the big deal! Who hasn't died yet?! My son is still in the coffin! If you die without knowing why, who am I going to find trouble with! "

When everyone was about to leave, I couldn't help but ask, "How many people died in the van?"

A few people stopped and turned to look at me. The middle-aged man stared and said, "Why do you ask?"

"No problem, I was just asking!" How many of them died? " I forced a smile.

"The police said they found two piles of meat patties, which means two of them died. We haven't found out who the other one is! " The middle-aged man said.

"Oh!" That would be miserable! " I lowered my head.

After everyone had left, Grandma told her cousin to close the courtyard door and to screw up the door lock.

I asked, "Grandma, what did you want me to come to your house for? I can't possibly just listen to your story, can I?"

Grandma said: "I didn't want you to wear that jar to change your fate!"

I said the jar had been confiscated by the police.

Grandma said we'd go to the police station and get the can. I asked if I was going to the police station in town or the police station in town. Grandma looked worried and said she didn't know. I said forget it, it's ridiculous to point to a clay pot to change fate, what if I put it on and suddenly die!

"Bang!" Boom! * "Bam!" Someone else pounded on the door. Grandma called her cousin to open the door. The cousin in the room said he had undressed and gone to bed. Let the pot go.

I went to open the gate. This time it was several uniformed policemen who came in. One of the policemen was carrying a bundle. His grandma looked a little flustered. She hurriedly moved a stool from the house for the police to sit on and even busied herself with pouring water into a bowl. The policemen were very serious and ignored the stools and water. On the other hand, two people brought out the table from the house.

He then cleared away all the debris on the table. The policeman with the bundle went over and laid it lightly on the table and untied it with a white-gloved hand. A pitch-black earthenware jar was revealed.