In the mid-1960s, my father encountered a lost thing on his way back to the village at around 12 pm.
In the 1960s, my father worked as a pick-up vendor in the countryside (approved by the commune). He carried a load of goods between the brigades every day, and collected various items such as scrap copper and iron, chicken feathers, duck feathers, and chicken gizzards. Sometimes, because he walked too far, he often had to return home in the middle of the night. He went out early in the morning and arrived at home in the middle of the night. In addition, his father was an atheist, so he was used to walking at night.
The incident happened one night in early August 1966. My father carried the cargo load to get home. That night, it was dark and it was illuminated by the flashlight. In addition, the battery of his hand was almost exhausted, and there was only a faint light. My father was familiar with the road, and he rushed home with one foot deep and one foot shallow. When he arrived at the Toad Pond, which was two or three miles away from home, the flashlight was completely silent. The mountains and forests on both sides of Toad Pond were originally mass graves. Later, during the Cultural Revolution, the four olds were destroyed, and all the graves were flattened, and they opened them into cultivated land. sorghum was planted on it. When the evening breeze blew, the sorghum field rustled, and the sorghum poles were rising one after another, as if tens of thousands of people were shaking their heads. Seeing this scene, a cool feeling rushed straight to the top of their heads. Although my father was a little scared, he thought that he could see the outline of his village by passing through this sorghum field. So he accelerated his pace and walked in this sorghum field for about two hours without realizing it. Why can’t he walk out of this sorghum field? It usually takes more than ten minutes to get there. At this time, my father was tired and hungry. Looking ahead, the sorghum field seemed to have no end. It was late at night, and it was deeper and quieter. Even the usual barking of dogs in the village was gone. The night seemed even darker. The night birds, dragonflies and cicadas in the fields were no longer chirping, only the rustling of sorghum. My father thought about it and encountered a strange thing today. So he put the cart on the shoulder pole, took out the cigarette pole, put it on, and lit the cigarette, and started smoking the cigarette. When he finished smoking a bag of cigarettes and got up to prepare the peach cart, he found that the end of the sorghum field was in front. As soon as he walked out of the sorghum field, he suddenly heard the crowing of roosters in the village. I suddenly realized and found that the village was right in front of me. I walked back to the village, which was less than 30 minutes away. After I got home, I fell asleep and slept until after 4 pm to get up for dinner. I walked on sorghum for more than two hours, as if my mind was blank. I didn’t understand why this happened? It is really hard to explain what kind of consciousness it is dominated by. At that time, the four old things were broken in that era, and superstitious activities could not be carried out. You cannot talk nonsense when encountering such a thing. It was only in the 1980s that my father told me about this incident. Later, I heard that several people in the same village had also encountered lost things in this large area of sorghum. Until now, no one dared to pass by here at night. This incident happened really, but I don’t know the reason.
