That year, we contracted a large piece of land next to the cemetery and planted it all with sweet potatoes. Because it was stubble land and the rains were frequent during the season, the sweet potatoes were growing well, and it looked like a bumper harvest was in sight.
One evening, I pulled weeds in the sweet potato field and saw that it was getting dark. Then I stopped working and went home. I was walking on the path in the middle of the sweet potato field. Suddenly, I felt an uneasy feeling in my heart. This was something that had not happened for a long time. I suddenly became alarmed. I looked back at the dark shape of the pine trees in the cemetery. I heard the birds and insects were silent for an instant, the cicadas and frogs were not singing, and the surroundings were as quiet as death. I was flustered and scared. In fact, I have been very brave since I was a child. Whether walking alone at night or chasing rabbits and digging mouse holes together, I have never been afraid. But what happened today? I hurriedly walked quickly. When I walked out of the end of the path, the strange feeling of horror disappeared. It was very strange. My curiosity came up, so I turned around and walked back. When I returned to the place I was afraid of before, I was as timid and frightened as before. This time I didn’t hesitate again and ran home in one breath.
The next day, thinking about what happened last night, I hurried to the middle of the field to check what was going on. Finally, I found a clue. There was a deep indentation on the north side of the path. It was as wide and narrow as a large motorcycle wheel. It passed through the middle of the path and extended into the sweet potato field on the south side of the road. Wherever it passed, the sweet potato stems fell to the ground, crushed and wilted. The indentation went westward until it disappeared in the cemetery woods.
I suddenly realized that this was a big snake passing by here last night. I disturbed it. It seemed to be about to attack. For some unknown reason, it gave up again. Look at the traces of this snake. The trace was at least a pole long. It was a huge thing. If I was entangled and attacked by it, I would probably be in trouble. I couldn't help but feel scared. Later, I went to work in the sweet potato field. I was always careful and used a stick to hit the sweet potato vines in front of me to open a path to scare away the snake.
Until the sweet potato vines dried up after autumn, no trace of the big snake was found anymore, and the heart that had been carrying it dropped. The sweet potatoes were harvested, and the yield was indeed very high. In those years, the sweet potatoes were cut into dried sweet potatoes and used to make multigrain pancakes and make pig feed. When they were rich, they sold them to wineries to make wine.
I dug them for several days, sliced them, sweet potato slices and dried them in the ground. When they were completely dry, I picked them up and took them home. Suddenly there was a rumor that a thief used a firewood rake to pull dried sweet potatoes out of people's fields at night and stole them crazily. When I heard this, I became worried and decided to go to the place where dried sweet potatoes were dried at night to take care of it to prevent despicable people from taking advantage of it.
That night, after watching my favorite TV series, I picked up a stick and strode towards the sweet potato field. When I got to the sweet potato field, I saw the sweet potato slices whitening under the dim moonlight, without any figure. I bent down and reached out to touch the dried sweet potatoes on the ground, because The autumn wind was blowing, and the dried sweet potatoes were not damp. I felt that they could be picked up when the sun came out tomorrow. I straightened up and walked a dozen steps forward. When I walked to the cemetery, I suddenly looked up and saw a white figure about one foot tall fluttering towards me. Oh no, whose ghost in the cemetery has left the grave? Suddenly I felt the hairs all over my body stood up, and there was a feeling of water flowing in my crotch. Even though I was brave, I was also scared. My eyes were dark, and I almost didn't fall. Fortunately, I was strong. Although my legs were so weak, I could barely support myself and turned around. Although I felt footsteps following behind me, I didn't dare to look back. I ran through the sweet potato field as fast as I could, and returned to the road out of breath. I had the courage to look back to see if the ghost had caught up with me.
looked back and saw that there was nothing. He suddenly became stiff and slumped to the ground. He gasped for air and his heart was pounding. After resting for a while, he tried to gain some strength. He struggled to stand up and looked around. There was nothing in the sky. He saw that the wooden stick was still in his hand, so he hurriedly used it as a crutch and used it to go home.
After walking about ten steps, I stopped again. I thought, maybe a thief came to steal my dried sweet potatoes. I didn't see clearly. I was scared first and ran away, right? No, I have to go back and take a look. In case I am not around, I can let the thief carry and steal the dried sweet potatoes freely.Thinking of this, I suddenly turned around and returned to the original route, the wooden stick in my hand was dancing and whirring, not to mention people, even ghosts were afraid of my fierce appearance. My eyes didn't dare to look around, I just stared ahead. I stumbled to the place where I met the figure in white just now. When I raised my eyes, the cool breeze blew, and goosebumps appeared on my body. Suddenly, the figure of a female ghost (or male ghost) in white appeared in front of me again, and it came suddenly and silently.
This time I was a little bolder than last time. I didn't pee in fear, and my legs didn't feel like they were filled with clamps like last time. I immediately turned around and ran away, giving up the sticks. I went home angrily, fell asleep under the quilt, and didn't dare to breathe. I fell asleep shivering at dawn, and I had constant nightmares. In the dream, a female ghost in white clothes kept pinching my neck, making me breathless and waking me up several times.
After dawn, my wife urged me to get up, arrange to have breakfast, and pick up dried sweet potatoes later. However, she saw that my face was pale and listless, as if I had suddenly fallen ill, so she asked me what was going on? I said: I encountered a ghost last night, so I told her what I saw and heard that night. After hearing this, my wife looked disdainful and said: Are you just making it up because you are lazy and want to skip work? Where is the ghost? We are farming next to the cemetery. When have we seen ghosts? Get up and eat and pick up dried sweet potatoes. Otherwise, it will rain and they will rot in the ground. By then, the dried sweet potatoes will be cheap!
helpless I struggled to get up, wiped my face randomly, ate breakfast hastily, took the household items I picked up dried sweet potatoes, and reluctantly walked to the sweet potato field next to the cemetery. I recalled the thrilling scene last night, and looked in the direction of the cemetery with doubts. Suddenly, I discovered something unusual. Halfway up the pine tree next to a grave, there was a piece of white hanging on it. When the wind blew, the white mulch film fluttered leisurely, and I suddenly realized, oh, it was the ghost last night. Under the dim moonlight, the white mulch film gave off a dark glow. After the wind blew, it looked like a person walking. In addition, in the cemetery woods, the night birds were chirping, and the environment was weird. My thoughts were wandering, and I was instantly frightened and hallucinated. I'll fucking come! It's a good thing that I came to work in the fields, otherwise I would have been bragging about encountering ghosts at night all my life, and I escaped unscathed after fighting with ghosts for 300 rounds!
