I don't know what era I was in, I don't know what the incident was, but I remember, in the panic, I ran back to my hometown yard. There was a man in front of me who I couldn't remember who it was, but he or she had run into my hometown before me. I followed close behind, whether it was a cover or not, anyway, I was so anxious that I quickly plugged in the green iron door of my hometown, thinking that no matter what, we could resist for a while, and we could calmly hide, not to be destroyed by the scourge brought in by the poisonous hands.
I don't know where the people in front of me are hiding, but I looked at the cellar in the corner of the courtyard, which used to be a space dedicated to storing potatoes for the winter. Draw a circle with a diameter of fifty or sixty centimeters from the ground, dig down all the way down, dig more than two meters, in the form of a trapezoidal cylinder, and take a footpeg on each side of the round wall at every other section, so that you can go down to the bottom two or three times. The opening of the cellar is smaller, and the further down it expands a little, and a hole is dug on each side of the bottom, and the potatoes are buried there, and this small project of the farmhouse, like the karez I saw in Xinjiang, is the wisdom and creation of the people. Because the cellar is generally in the remote area on the west side of the yard, plus it is covered with a lid, the cover is very inconspicuous, so that at that time, there will always be children playing and accidentally falling into the cellar. Because it is earthy, and falling into it will also be tossed a few times, there is a buffer, so every time the child falls down, he always hears a scream of wow first, followed by a cry for help, the adult is naturally scared enough, the face is pale, afraid that because of his dereliction of duty, the child will be crippled or the head will be stupid. Wait until it is difficult to get the child up from the cellar, did not expect the child to be naughty, before the adults have finished checking, the soil on the body and the mud on the face have not been cleaned, so they should not run and play.
I was in a hurry to go into the cellar, but I didn't go all the way to the end, but just lay down in the middle of the wall and watched it change. The entrance to the cellar was covered with a translucent lid, and the light in the courtyard could shine through small holes into the cellar and reflect on my head. Fortunately, this light is obliquely in, not dazzling, and you can also use this light to look up and observe the situation outside. I saw my daughter, who was at the mouth of the cellar, and didn't know that I didn't, but she just wouldn't leave. I was a little anxious, but I didn't dare to speak up. At the moment when she was hesitating and not knowing how, she was naughty, and she actually stuck her stinky feet in, and she saw that she was about to show the stuffing, and I didn't mention how anxious I was. At this time, my father-in-law came over and lifted the lid, and I was exposed to broad daylight, so embarrassed that I was really embarrassed. Like Chen Shubao, the lord of Chen Hou, I was hoisted from the cellar by sui soldiers with a rope, and I had neither a big seal on my neck nor Zhang Lihua by my side. I looked back curtly, and they covered the lid like a plate of mats on the kang, which felt like a tunnel war, leaving the exit under the kang mat. I also wondered what was going on, and my father-in-law said that when the peasant rebel army came in at the end of the Ming Dynasty, the cellar that the emperor had drilled could not escape in the end, could not save his life, and could not save a declining empire. I was startled into a cold sweat by this, thinking who am I and what kind of drama am I acting? When the second monk was confused, he woke up suddenly, and the original was a dream, and he could not slow down for half a day. It was 4:30 a.m., my alarm hadn't sounded yet, my daughters were only taking online classes hours later, and the snoring of my father-in-law was coming from that box, one after another, which was the most moving music in the morning. [Cover your face]