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Local Love: The Story of The Single Stick Scares settled in the Northeast nickname of the origin of the Bao Bean Bao Storytelling Letter

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Da Shu Lang is a native of Liaoning, and he came to the northeast when he was in his 20s. He came with his uncle, and as to why his parents did not come, it is not known whether the parents were absent. Came to the northeast to settle in our fifth team, at that time my father was a squad accountant, they can stay in the house, it is completely operated by the father. When I was young, my father asked me to call him Uncle.

Many of the boys in the production team got married when they were about 20 years old. The big bluff belongs to the older leftover man, who has not said his daughter-in-law in the northeast for six or seven years, and is still bare. The members all called him "Rogue Liuzi," and at that time, I was small, and I didn't know what It meant, and I vaguely felt that Rogue Liuzi didn't look like a good person. He lived alone in a broken horse rack in the back of my house. The horse frame sat facing north and south, there were a dozen willow trees behind the house, the yard was covered with snow, and the windows and doors were grinning.

Local Love: The Story of The Single Stick Scares settled in the Northeast nickname of the origin of the Bao Bean Bao Storytelling Letter

(Big scare horse rack)

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Big scare surname Li, big Li Muliang. Working with the members of the club got the nickname big bluff. When the members of the club fell to the ground, he was slow, and he saw that he was far behind. The big scare moved his mind, and he came to bend and turn, and the grass could not get his hands on it, delaying the speed. He buried the grass in the soil and specially picked up the big grass, so that the speed was getting faster and faster. The big gang coaxes the members to do it and gets high-profile, it is "hairy", the speed is getting faster and faster, you chase me. Who is left behind embarrassing bumps, often lagging behind on the label of "half puller", the captain gives 6 points, half a worker.

After a long time, the captain saw the strangeness. One day, the captain was yelling at the ground. Deliberately falling behind him, eyes not idle, thief him. The big bluff did not pay attention, so the technique was repeated, and the captain caught a appearance.

"Li Muliang, how did your boy bury all the grass?" I can really scare Ha, rework, and re-go from the ground! The captain pointed at Li Muliang's nose and reprimanded him, and Li Muliang obediently returned to the ground to pick up the grass. After that time, the members of the club called him a big bluff.

Local Love: The Story of The Single Stick Scares settled in the Northeast nickname of the origin of the Bao Bean Bao Storytelling Letter

(Member Grass)

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There is a habit in the countryside, before the New Year's Pass, every family wraps sticky bean buns and wraps rice cakes. Wrapped and steamed, put in the warehouse to freeze, there are also raw frozen, ready to eat in the first month. Big scare work scare, steamed bean bun is also lazy to dry. One night in the winter, four or five of our friends were playing on the avenue and greeting us with a big scare.

"Come, come, you help me with bean paste!"

We children have not wrapped bean bags, but when my parents wrapped bean buns, out of curiosity, they grabbed a handful of noodles and rubbed them blindly, and their faces were full of flour residue, and they were scolded by their parents before they played. Big scare to say that the bag of beans and bags we are interested, it is better than playing with mud and soaking. We giggled and swarmed to the horse rack.

Local Love: The Story of The Single Stick Scares settled in the Northeast nickname of the origin of the Bao Bean Bao Storytelling Letter

(Steamed bean buns)

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The big scare made the noodles reconciled, and we started wrapping bean buns. None of our little friends washed their hands, and they were not too embarrassed to be buried. The bean bags we wrapped up were of varying sizes and odd shapes. When we packed the beans, we giggled and told us stories. I didn't expect that the big scare actually had a belly ghost story, and our hearts were frightened by the white scare.

We don't know if he's blind or if he listens to stories told by others, and every time Bao Bean Bao begs him to tell us, we don't help him if he doesn't tell us.

I still clearly remember the bridge section that the big scare talked about: at more than 10 o'clock that night, the old warp pipe carried the dustpan to the manger to pour horse material, and suddenly saw another manger with several fireballs sneaking around, the old warp pipe thought, here is the ghost fire, scared to throw away the dustpan hug head and run to the house. Hearing this we all widened in shock.

The big scare made us fall intoxicated, drank a sip of water, sold a pass and said, "Where did I just say that?" ”

"The old manager scared away the house!" We all yelled for the big scare to hurry up.

The old manager ran to the house, chained the door with iron chains, locked it with a lock, and lay down to sleep. When you fall asleep, listen to the door "Whoops! "It opened, and the old manager still wondered: Obediently, why did you come in when this door is locked?" He fixed his eyes on my mother, a group of yellow leather people wearing red clothes and green hats on the top of his head, standing upright on both feet, grasping the reed stalks with the other two feet, holding a small trumpet made of reeds in his mouth, blowing a big song of zizi wa wa wa, twisting the song, and was pushing towards him step by step. Frightened, the old pipe head shrunk tightly in the quilt and did not dare to take a breath.

The big bluff said and took another sip of hot water: "Where did I talk about it?" "We were all scared to the bone and no one said a word.

The old man squinted in the quilt, did not hear any movement, and came out of the bed, covered in sweat, he whizzed and lit a kerosene lamp, rolled leaf cigarettes and sucked. Smoking a cigarette, he glanced in the window mirror without comment, "Mom! A blood basin with a large mouth attached to the glass, green eyes, red hair, and a vicious look at the little ghost was looking into the room, frightening the old manager, "Oops! "A cry into the bed...

The big scare talked about this scalp that we were already scared of, and the cold wind in the spine ditch whizzed. When we went home in the dark, as soon as we went out to the house, Li Si of the cousin's family ran slowly and fell behind, crying in fright.

Local Love: The Story of The Single Stick Scares settled in the Northeast nickname of the origin of the Bao Bean Bao Storytelling Letter

(Fox on his way to the squad)

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We went to scare the horse rack three times, and the bean bag was finally wrapped. After that, when there was nothing to do, we went to his house to pestering him to tell stories, no stories to listen to, the heart was empty, and the more we listened, the more addictive we became. No matter how scared you are, you are willing to listen to him. Every time there are stories, ghosts, demons, yellow skins, fairies, and we are fascinated by the clouds and fog.

One night, the big bluff told the story as usual. After telling the story at 7 o'clock, he took out a letter and asked us to send it to the widow Li of the third team. Widow Lee was a tailor, and my mother once led me to her house to make clothes. She seems to be in her 30s, white and fat, with hair and wool curls, a smile, a very kind look.

His husband had been smashed to death a few years earlier. That year, we Tunzi people heard that we smashed people to death and went to the highway to see. I also went with some friends. I saw very clearly that a large car overturned in the ditch of the highway, the car was loaded with wool, and a man was pressed under the car, only exposing his chest to his head, his face was miserable, there was no blood, and his head and neck were very swollen. The onlookers all said that the man was dead, and that person was the husband of Widow Lee.

We were young at the time, and we didn't know what it was like to send a letter. I knew how Widow Li's family went, so I took a few friends to go to Widow Li's house in the dark.

"Son-in-law, this is the letter that the big scare wrote to you!" We gave the letter to Widow Lee and went home.

After a few days, in the evening we went to the big scare to toss around. The big bluff gave us another letter and asked us to send it. Now that I think about it, that letter was supposed to be a big scare love letter. It may be that Widow Li did not look at the big bluff, his poor ass eye maggots, the bottom off, the work also played slippery, belongs to the slippery head of the second lazy top big cloth shirt, Li Widow can look at him. Big scare long is not ugly, big, big eyes, just can't find the mother-in-law.

Later, when I was in junior high school, I went to the township middle school, and I heard that the big scare had found a daughter-in-law, and it was a girl of the seventh team. When I got married, I saw that the girl was also big and not ugly, and she could also work as a bricklayer, and at that time, the big bluff was probably in his 30s, and he is still alive.

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Local Love: The Story of The Single Stick Scares settled in the Northeast nickname of the origin of the Bao Bean Bao Storytelling Letter

(Sending letters to children)

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