Lao Cheng tells you the story of eating fried fruits in July and a half

On our side every year in July and a half, we make fried fruits.

It is a special tool, similar to a large spoon, with flour and meat and vegetables and put into the frying pan to fry. Fried into fried fruits, some of which we eat ourselves, and some of which will be put on the table in the lobby in bowls for the deceased old man to eat, left overnight, the door is not closed, and the next day during the day will be taken and thrown away.

When I was a child, there was no snack, fried fruits we all loved to eat, we couldn't eat enough, how to put so much on the table can not eat, is very depressed.

The next day he would get up early and secretly take a few to eat, thinking that he would not be discovered.

But the stolen fried fruit is always tasteless, not as good as yesterday.

Adults always scold when they find out.

There is such a story.

Soon it will be july and a half, listen to the old people in the village said, every time the fried fruit is placed, the ancestors will come to eat, but they eat the taste, the things are still there, so the next day you steal to eat no taste, eat the things that the ancestors have eaten will be bad for the body, the bottom of the poor will be sick.

The children didn't believe it and lied to people.

The old man told the children that it was true, that if they hid themselves with a chicken hood and did not make a sound, they could see the ancestors eating fried fruits at night, and told the children not to look at it, and if the ancestors found out, they would be unhappy.

At that time, it was boring, no mobile phone, no computer to play, and the power was cut off at every turn. In addition to hide-and-seek, children go to the river to play with water.

Hearing this is very fun and exciting.

On the day of July and a half, the children came to one of the children's homes, because he only had one grandmother at home.

A few of the children pretended to be asleep, and when his grandmother was asleep, they crept out, took out their chicken covers, and all went inside. Waited quietly, and after waiting for a long time, the children were all falling asleep.

Then suddenly a gust of wind blew in, and an old man walked in, expressionless and wearing a birthday coat.

I went straight to the table, sat down, and smelled the fried fruit, only to see a wisp of white gas being sucked from the fried fruit into the old man's nose and mouth.

When several children saw this, they couldn't hold back any longer, shouted, rushed left and right, and fell into a mess.

The old man turned his head to look at the children, the wind blowing wildly, his face full of anger, his whole face distorted.

Just then, the child's grandmother heard the movement and ran out.

Shout out, old man, is that you? He's your grandson, you don't know him when you leave, you can't harm him. Then he hurriedly called his grandson grandpa, and several children shouted grandpa together.

The wind slowly stopped until it disappeared, and the old man's angry face turned into a smile, and then disappeared.

That night, the parents came to take the children away and paid tribute one after another.

The next day I saw the child's grandmother take her grandson to his grandfather's graveyard and say something, and his grandson knelt there.

Since then, the children have never stolen fried fruit again.

From the bondage of the soul's bloodline, why not tell the old man in a different way that he has grandchildren?

I am The old Cheng, today's story is over, we will see you next time.