This is a story that Grandma used to tell us back then. Every night, when I got into the bed and hugged into my grandmother's arms, I couldn't wait to beg my grandmother to "talk about it, and I also talk about it, and I also talk about "Grandma Spinning Thread"..." Until I listened to my grandmother's story in the haze and fell asleep.
Once upon a time, there was an old lady who made a living spinning threads, sitting alone on the kang every day from morning to night, shaking the creaky spinning thread of an ancient spinning wheel. One day she was spinning thread, "squeak" a sound of the door opened, came in a big girl, big tall, willow thin waist, a touch of willow eyebrows, big double eyelids, cherry small mouth a little, not to mention how handsome. In particular, a large, oily, slender, waist-length braid is even less common. The eldest girl did not see outside, came in and did sit in the kangtou and the old lady while nagging at home while helping the old lady spin thread, hands and feet numb. The old lady did not go out for a long time, thinking that whose daughter-in-law had just passed through the door, so she did not ask much. In the evening the eldest girl left, and the next day came again. The cycle began again and again, and the old lady asked the eldest daughter-in-law: Whose daughter-in-law are you, and what is your name? The eldest girl smiled and said, "Big Niang, my family is in the Chaff Zhongfu, the Urn City, and the name is Liu Xianggong." The old lady listened to the good life and wondered, I have lived here for many years, I have never heard of this place, and my heart is full of doubts. On this day, there was more than one eye, prepared the spun eggs and needles, and when the big girl left in the evening, the old lady sent her to the gate, and suddenly said that the girl's braids are really good, let the grandmother see, and then take the opportunity to tie the needles tied to the big girl's big braids. The eldest girl did not know that the braid dragged the line away, watching the big line egg getting smaller and smaller, and finally did not move. The old lady went along the line, only to see that the line crossed the streets and alleys, turned and turned, and finally turned into a weedy, broken wall, only the main house had not fallen, and no one had lived in the broken yard for a long time. The line entered the broken house with no doors and windows, and the old lady had the courage to follow the line into the house, searching by the afterglow of the evening, and there was nothing in the house, the roof and the corners of the walls were covered with cobwebs, and in the corner of the wall there was a broken urn, and the broken urn was covered with a stone slab. This line enters the urn through the gap between the slate and the edge of the urn. The old lady wondered, how did she get here, did she...? In the past, when I lifted the lid and looked at it, mother, I took a breath of cool air, only to see that there was a half-urn chaff in the urn, and on the chaff was a scorpion tiger chain (gecko) like a big cat, and the needle with the thread was pinned to the tail of the big gecko. The old lady thought that this was the big scorpion tiger chain into the essence, and suddenly understood what it meant to "chaff in the house, urn in the city". The old lady hurriedly covered the stone slab and broke into a cold sweat. Since then, the eldest daughter has never come, and the old lady has not died.
Listen, listen, listen to Grandma tell the story of "Granny Spinning Thread", in the haze, asleep.
