The back half of the mountain village was a forest of ancient trees that had grown for hundreds of years. Some of the trees were hunched over, some were slanted, some were half-lying on the ground, and some were standing upright. The tree bark was cracked and covered in moss. The tree trunks and branches were covered with ancient vines and hung with thin threads, floating in the air. The ground was filled with dead branches and rotten leaves, rotting and smelly. The trees here could not be cut down, and the branches dared not be picked up.
There was a graveyard under the ancient forest, and the dead people in the stockade were buried there. Mostly just piles of dirt
There were very few stone tablets.
Some of them died and were wrapped in a straw mat, then buried in a pond.
There were also girls who hid and fooled around with young men. After giving birth to their private dolls, they wrapped them in old clothes and quietly threw them inside. They were dragged by wolves and eaten by dogs.
Rotten clothes, shoes, and hats were everywhere.
During the day, crows flew around in the woods and cried. At night, ghosts wailed and wolves howled in the graveyard.
It was extremely eerie, terrifying, and desolate. Not to mention night, even during the day, very few people dared to go in alone. Only when people were buried or when they visited the graves in October did everyone dare to go inside.
Recently, in the middle of the night, miserable cries came from the grave.
No one knew whether it was a human crying or a ghost howling. No one dared to investigate. As soon as it was dark, every household closed their doors and went to sleep.
The sky was so dark that it was difficult for the moon to show its face in the thick clouds. The Yi village on the high hillside looked dark and gloomy.
This mountain stronghold was called Lu Chubi, and it was located on the flat ground of a large hill. It had a huge mountain behind it, and it faced a ten-mile-deep forest.
There were more than 50 families living here. Other than two tile-roofed houses, the rest were all thatched huts, many of which were already in tatters. The walls were made of earth, and some were made of stone. Those from better families lived upstairs, and downstairs were the livestock pen and fire hall. Generally, there were no buildings, and people and livestock lived together.
It was all mountainous here, so they could only grow corn, potatoes, and Buckwheat. Those who had a better life would eat rice and braised potatoes for half a year each. Poor families had to eat wild herbs for half a year to survive.
The water used by the whole village was to split the palm tree trunk into two halves, hollow it in the middle, and support it with the trunk. The water from the clear ditch in the back mountain was led to a few ditch cover stone slabs beside the village to receive water, wash clothes, wash vegetables, and wash potatoes.
There were ancient trees wrapped in long vines around them, looking gloomy and gloomy.
Every morning, when the sun rose, this was the most lively place. The old woman and the girls chatted in Yi language while washing things. This morning was no exception. The topic of discussion was the crying in the grave at night.
"I'm guessing that it must be Butchie's wife, the female ghost, crying.”A woman in her forties with a round face and an old black scarf on her head said.
"That must be it. This woman is only in her early twenties. She's too pitiful. When she gave birth, her feet came out first, and her body couldn't come out. Doll and the adult suffocated to death.”Another woman with a black cloth wrapped around her head continued.
"It's very likely that she's the one crying as a ghost.”Another woman interjected.
The woman they were talking about had only been dead for more than two months. She had used a few old wooden planks to nail a box and buried it in the cemetery.
A young girl said,"I heard my brother say that he passed by the graveyard one night and seemed to hear a woman crying."”
"Could it be that Buckwheat went to the grave to cry for her man?”A woman in her thirties boldly guessed.
"How could she be so bold?"
Indeed, how could a weak woman in her twenties dare to enter the graveyard at night?
"Buckwheat Flower's man was killed and buried in the cemetery last month. It's also possible that she went to cry."
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