What are the folk anecdotes?

There are many anecdotes among the people, especially in the former countryside. Although I was born in the early 1990s, I also heard some folk anecdotes when I was a child, and I also directly participated in one thing, that is, praying for rain on a dry day.

I remember when I was very young, there was a drought at home one year, and the long-awaited rain was delayed. Even the crops in the field are dry, and every household in the village is anxious like ants on hot bricks. Then one day, my mother said, let's learn from others' methods of asking for rain!

Then the family decided that my brother put on his raincoat and rain hat and went to a drainage hole under the courtyard wall. Then the family found a wooden stick and gave it to his brother to kneel down and use it to dredge the hole.

My brother cleared up for a while, then knelt down, then folded his hands, closed his eyes and began to meditate. At this moment, the mother suddenly spilled a basin of water on her brother's head. And say, it's raining! It is raining!

Brother quickly got up and ran into the house. When we arrived at the house, my brother took off his raincoat and rain hat. We were all very excited.

It is said that begging for rain is effective for three days in a row, so I begged my mother to say that I also asked for rain the next day. I didn't expect my mother to readily agree. So I put on a thick raincoat and a rain hat like my brother. Then he squatted beside the hole in the courtyard wall, holding a wooden stick in his hand and began to stir back and forth.

After I got it for a while, I knelt down like my brother, folded my hands and said silently, hurry up and rain! Please, hurry up and rain! I wonder when my mother will splash water. I didn't expect a pot of water to pour on my head in a trance. Cold water runs down my neck and onto me. I was shocked, and everyone around me shouted, it's raining. When it rained, I stood up and ran away. I said to my mother, it's so cold and icy!

Mother found that my raincoat was not properly worn, and the water ran down my neck. So let me change quickly.

After praying for three days in a row, we were waiting for the rain. Unexpectedly, it hasn't rained for several days. I said to my mother in disappointment, "Why is it useless?"

Mother said, "Sincerity is the spirit. That must be your insincerity. " I ran away angry!

A few days later, I didn't expect it to rain. I am happy to say to my mother, "this method of asking for rain is really effective!" " "

In fact, this is just a way for people to pray for rain. Different people in different places have different ways to ask for rain. In addition to the anecdote of begging for rain, I also heard the story that the old people in the village called it the soul of a frightened person. Some people were possessed by hungry ghosts and asked a nearby witch to exorcise ghosts. Of course, there is also "Emperor, Emperor, my family has been crying all night!" Such an anecdote.

Nowadays, in rural areas, we seldom hear those long-standing anecdotes, which seem to be the products of feudal superstitions and are getting farther and farther away from us. Instead, it is scientific thinking and scientific solutions. I wonder if there are any anecdotes like this around you or in the village? Welcome to share!

Some things between people really can't be explained. Let's say that some phenomena when the old man died are really worrying. Let me share my personal experience.

My hometown is in the ravine of Qinling Mountains, with deep ravines and lush vegetation. So some birds and animals that are not common at ordinary times also haunt our hometown. Among them, a raptor named "Hate Fox" in his hometown dialect is one of them. The scientific name of "Hate Fox" is Diao Xiao, which looks almost exactly like an owl, but it is no exaggeration that a dozen adult owls are not as big as a hate fox. The eggs it lays are almost the size of an adult's fist. Adults hate foxes sitting there, just like teenagers squatting there. It's a bit scary. It's really a kind of raptor.

This guy stays up all day and goes out like an owl at night. His nest is basically on the cliff, which is very quiet, so people can't easily detect his whereabouts. Suddenly, in the dead of night, it "hum ... hum ..." from the mountain far away from the village. As soon as it barks, the first reaction is that an old man has recently left the village. I remember when I was a child, I felt so scared when I heard this voice. I can only cover my head under the bed and put my ear close to the pillow, trying to make myself inaudible. However, I can still hear some of this guy's screams, and my heart is still very scared. At that moment, I really hope that there will be the roar of tractors and the voices of three girls in the village, which will drown out the crying of the hated fox. However, the night in the country is surprisingly quiet, and the occasional dog barking can only make people's backs colder.

In this way, I hate the fox at night every night. Sometimes on this hill, sometimes on that hill, the cry floats in the silent night sky of the village and in my childhood memory. Not long after, with the death of the old man, hating foxes stopped again.

Finally, thank you for reading. What I said earlier is a story without any scientific basis. As materialists, we should believe in science instead of these legends. You should hear a story!

Let me tell a story! A few days ago in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Aunt Zhang always had nightmares that her dead parents were going to find her son who was going to college. There is a dream that is almost exactly the same as what happened.

Aunt Zhang's son is studying in a university in other places. Recently, Aunt Zhang always dreamed that her dead parents went to school to find her son, dreamed that their parents had dinner with their son, dreamed that their parents bought things for their son, and dreamed that their parents washed clothes for their son. Aunt Zhang is often awakened by dreams. She felt that she was too tired recently, which led to dreaming about her parents.

Every morning, Aunt Zhang calls her son, and his son often reports to Aunt Zhang on the phone. But the night before in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Aunt Zhang dreamed that her parents and son were shopping, and her son was hit by a car. Aunt Zhang wanted to call her son after being awakened, only to find that it was past three in the morning. She didn't dial out for fear of waking her son by phone.

At nine o'clock in the morning in Tomb-Sweeping Day, Aunt Zhang called her son, but no one answered the phone. Aunt Zhang remembered her dream last night again. Aunt Zhang had a bad feeling in her heart, and she began to worry.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Aunt Zhang's cell phone suddenly rang. It's Aunt Zhang's son. My son told Aunt Zhang that he rode his bike to class in the morning and was hit by a black car on the way. He's fine, but a little scared. He went to the traffic police team this morning, so he didn't answer the phone. When Aunt Zhang heard this, she was frightened at first. Finally, she heard that her son was fine, and her hanging heart was put down.

After Aunt Zhang hung up the phone, she recalled her dreams these days and thought about what happened to her son today. It's almost exactly the same as in my dream. She's confused. Finally, Aunt Zhang decided to go back to the ancestral grave to worship her parents.

Thank you for your concern. I am from the Xu family. I'm glad to answer this question for you. Speaking of folk anecdotes, I think of a story that happened in our village that my mother told me when I was a child and share it with you.

There is a woman in our village who has been married to her husband for less than two years. She fell ill and died without being cured. The child's grandparents were old and her son couldn't take care of the child, so she gave the child to her daughter, the child's aunt.

My aunt has no son, only one daughter, one year older than the child. Two people play together and have a companion. One day at dinner, the child and sister were fighting for a bowl and accidentally bumped into the ground and broke it. Aunt got angry and slapped the child's ass several times, and the child kept crying. At this moment, something happened. Aunt let out a cry and fell to the ground as soon as it was dark. After waking up, I stood up, sounding and walking like a different person. An acquaintance feels like the child's biological mother at first sight.

At that time, the whole village was sensational and many people came to see it. I saw menstruation fighting in the room, criticizing menstruation with the tone of the child's mother. Some older people began to persuade and prove that the child's aunt was very kind to the child. After a period of persuasion, my aunt stopped making trouble and started chatting with people around her. After a long time, some elders were afraid of problems and said to their aunts, "Son, go home, and we will help you ensure that you will not be bullied again."

Aunt listened and said, then I'll go. Say that finish, separate the crowd and walk away, for fear that accidents and fights will follow. Walking, almost to my mother's grave, my aunt suddenly fell down. After everyone helped her up, Aunt asked, What are you doing here? Everyone told her not to worry about how she got here and not to hit the children in the future. From then on, my aunt listened to everyone's advice and never hit the children again. At the same time, nothing similar happened again.

The story ends here. It's been a long time now, and it's hard to say whether it's true or not. Is there a similar story around you after reading it? Please leave a comment below. If you like this story, you can pay attention to it, so much the better. Thank you.

I heard an anecdote from my grandmother.

My grandmother called me great-aunt, and there was a man whose nose was missing near her great-aunt's house. I heard from my aunt that Hu Ye unscrewed it. Then I'll call this story "Hu Ye wrings his nose".

It often thunders there in summer. Snoring, so my name is Lei Ye (Ye, read it). People without noses are surnamed Zhao and called Zhao. Our countryside used to have bad customs, and people often gathered to gamble. Zhao used to gamble when he was a child, but what kind of glass balls did he gamble on? Draw these. Bet a few cents on the bigger one. His parents are out-and-out farmers, so it is not easy to earn some money. Rural people, facing the loess and facing the sky, sweat like rain in the hot sun, and earn only a dozen dollars a day. Give him delicious food, buy him good clothes, and his parents are thrifty and hardworking to raise him until he is sixteen. On the other hand, Zhao has become more and more manic and disrespectful to his parents, and is addicted to gambling. Moreover, the gambling money is increasing day by day, and when there is no money, they steal from their parents. Parents found that he was louder than her parents when they said a few words about him. Gradually, he not only scolded his parents, but also became angry and even beat them. But parents will sigh and still work hard.

It was Zhao's birthday. My old father came back early and bought some food and fruit. When he got home, he found Zhao rummaging through his closet for money. Zhao's father scolded him a few words to stop gambling, so Zhao hurried to search his father's pocket. More than ten dollars, my father saved the money to buy some cold medicine for Ma Zhao. Zhao was in a hurry and began to punch his old father. Zhao Lao's father said, "If you go on like this, you will be struck by lightning ..." Zhao Lao's father's crying attracted the neighbors' onlookers. It was a clear summer afternoon in Wan Li, and it was steaming hot. Suddenly, dark clouds were gathering and thunder rumbled. Everyone knew it was going to rain, so they pulled Zhao's old father back. Several thunderbolts made people tremble. Zhao took the money and ran to the gambling place. Before running a few steps, a flash of lightning struck near Zhao, and Zhao was so scared that he fell to the ground, still swearing. I stood up and continued to gamble, and there was another thunder. A muffled thunder with lightning struck Zhao in the face, and Zhao fell to the ground with a clash. When Zhao's father saw his son being struck by lightning, he struggled to see his son. He was afraid of being injured by lightning and was held by everyone. After taking a bath, Zhao's father hurried to check on his son's condition, and others also found a car and sent it to the hospital for treatment. I didn't know until I got to the hospital that lightning hit Zhao's nose, and the whole nose was burnt and surgically removed. And he seems to be crazy in the village every day, as if his brain is scared silly, but since then he has gone to help his parents and stopped gambling. After Zhao's death, Zhao did odd jobs near his hometown. When the villagers saw that he was poor and had food, they gave him some. After Zhao's death, the village head found someone to buy a coffin, called Fang in our place and buried it in the village grave.

It's still thundering there. Parents said to the naughty child, "If you don't listen, let Hu Ye twist your nose."

I don't know if it's a coincidence or really a god. Whether there is a God or not, parents must be respected. Lambs kneel to nurse and crows feed back. Don't live worse than animals.

There is a small bridge near grandma's house in the west, commonly known as "Dashiqiao".

If the bridge is the boundary and there are streets and people in the bridge, then the bridge still belongs to the city. Outside the bridge is pastoral scenery, which is already pastoral scenery …

At that time, the whole country had not been liberated. If my mother is young, I still hear from those who like to enjoy the cool on the Dashiqiao that a strange thing often happens here recently.

At that time, there was no electric light. After dinner, people often sit on both sides of the big stone bridge and talk late before going home to rest. On this day, people were chatting on the bridge and saw a fire coming from the west road in the distance, like "burning eggs" played by children during the Lantern Festival, or someone walking with lanterns.

I saw the fire jumping and moving forward step by step, and it was almost in front of the person chatting, but it stopped only a few meters away from the person and stopped moving ... At this time, people discovered that it was just a lonely reddish light body about two feet from the ground, and no one was manipulating it.

Some bold people took a look at it and it shrank back. You are fast, you are fast, you are slow, and always keep a few meters away from people. No matter how fast your skill is, you can't get close to it ... So people turned around and stopped chasing, chatting curiously, leaving Dashiqiao and fleeing home ...

Who knows that after dinner the next day, people were sitting on the big stone bridge to discuss what happened last night. It was getting dark, and just then, that thing appeared again. I saw it coming from west to east, still like walking and jumping forward step by step. In a short time, it came to the chatting crowd again. At this time, people stopped talking. One by one, they turned and fled home.

For several days, at the same time and place, the same thing and the same scene happened several times repeatedly ... People knew that something had happened and the people sitting on the big stone bridge gradually disappeared. Every night, the Dashiqiao is as cold as winter, like rain.

But that thing was not calm. It was still coming. It had found that everyone had left. It wandered from Qiaoxi to Qiaodong over and over again, and from Qiaodong to Qiaoxi, as if it were walking and looking for it. Where did this man go?

It finally came to my grandmother's door. When it saw a gate and a quadrangle in the house, it jumped up and squeezed through the gap in the door ... The fire was burning in the middle of the yard, and even the couplets on the door were clearly reflected.

All this has long been seen by my grandparents. He told the whole family early that he would close the door and sleep as soon as it got dark. No matter what happens outside, they are not allowed to be curious or open the door to watch …

In this way, the thing burned in the yard, and when no one was paying attention, it huddled up again, and finally went to the place where it came from and squeezed out of the key at the gate.

The next day, people all heard about it, including two brothers, who are famous financial fans in this area. Both of them estimated that the red fireball was a fortune, so they agreed to catch it at night.

After dinner, they waited on the bridge early, and it was getting dark. This thing came to them on time from west to east. When they saw it, they flew to chase it, and it ran southeast, but no matter how fast they chased it, the fireball kept the same distance from them. Later, when the two brothers were tired of running, they stopped to have a rest and the fireball stopped, as if waiting for the two brothers to get up and chase.

In this way, the two men chased each other while resting, and unconsciously chased them to a place called "Black Cat Cave", which was eerie and no one dared to come in broad daylight. The two brothers wondered, but the fireball didn't run away. When they saw the two men motionless, they turned and ran after them ... The two brothers shouted "No" and turned and fled in different directions.

The fireball hesitated, put aside his penis and ran after boss. The boss knew that he would die sooner or later if he fled like this, so he took off his clothes and put them on the tree, while he was lying in the ditch on one side, and the atmosphere was afraid to come out …, only to see the fireball chasing the clothes suddenly explode, burning the young trees with clothes to ashes like a flame …, and then returning to a fireball and whistling away …

Since that incident, fireballs have never appeared in Dashiqiao area. Just two brothers, the boss escaped because of his wisdom and brains, and was called "Purple Star" … while the second one was scared to death and became mentally retarded, so he was dubbed "stupid" ….

Although this strange thing is legendary, it is said that it really happened. It is said that when the Kuomintang government later built an airport outside the western suburbs, it dug up a pure gold "Ma Xu" head. It is said that emperor XXX made it specially for his dead son-in-law, and that fireball, perhaps, was at work.

Of course, now someone has linked this strange thing with UFO.

Have you ever heard the story that the dead can talk?

Our hometown is superstitious and worships Buddha. We worship Buddha every New Year. But there is a very strange thing in our hometown. I've been puzzled since I was a child, but I still hope the insider can give me some advice.

Someone in my hometown is going to die, so after seven days, the whole family will go to the wizard. The wizard will try to get the dead back, and the ghost of the dead will cling to the wizard and chat with your family. When a ghost is possessed by a wizard, the wizard becomes the dead. The guide will greet the people who come first. The wizard can tell what he is coming today, whether it is his son, daughter, sister or younger sister. Wizards will hold these people's hands and sit down and chat together. One of the wizards will say that he regrets his life, how he lived and how he died. Because this wizard has been possessed by the dead, this time the wizard is him, and the wizard speaks in the same tone as the dead.

I have had countless doubts, which may be false. However, the wizard is more than 20 kilometers away from us and should not know about our family. And when the wizard is possessed by the dead, we can record what the wizard said on the spot. We can ask our relatives to listen to the recording and judge the truth together, but what the wizard said is the same as the truth.

A few days after my grandmother died, my mother went to find a wizard with my father, uncle and aunt. My grandmother possessed a wizard, and the wizard directly took my father's hand and said who you are, and you came today. The guide will explain to everyone at the scene one by one, and then sit down and chat together. But the guide is really accurate.

It's just autumn in 2009, and fourth uncle's birthday. First of all, the fourth uncle has two children, the older is a cousin, 32 years old, and the younger just got engaged this year. All right, get to the point. At that time, my cousin had just left school to do odd jobs in the county, and he asked for leave to go home on his fourth uncle's birthday. I remember very clearly that after dinner that day, my cousin asked me to go to the mountain temple in the town to tell my fortune (there was often a market there, but later I learned that my fourth uncle knew that my cousin's work was not going well and told him that there was a fortune teller who asked him to ask about the future). My cousin met the fortune teller and asked him when he could get married or something. The fortune teller is a woman in her sixties. She didn't answer my cousin's question, but her expression was particularly dignified. In my opinion, she looks dignified. Then the fortune teller said, "Don't ask this young man yet, he will be in particularly bad health within three years, so pay attention." Then he said that this year1February, you will meet a girl whose home is near you, get engaged and get married, and your aunt is still doing business, so you don't need to give money in colorful gifts. Besides, he is very virtuous and caring for his family. He will have a son next October. Your family will have an unexpected income in May next year, about 20,000 yuan. My cousin didn't mind listening to this at all, and kept asking the fortune teller what was wrong with his health. The fortune teller got up and left the stall. For the next ten years, my fortune-telling was accurate. In 20091February, I met a girl from a neighboring village who was my sister-in-law. The bride price is only 6 thousand, and my family has also bought and sold snacks. In May of 20 10, his orchard also lost more than 20,000 yuan. 10, he did give birth to a son, and the fortune teller was right! On May 1 this year, all my cousins went back to their hometown, and my cousin dragged me to the temple to find the woman's fortune teller. Just after divination, the woman who had calculated my cousin's life before looked blank and then calculated it again. She said a sentence that I still remember clearly: "How do you calculate the eight characters of the dead for me?" My cousin looked blank and said it was his horoscope. The fortune teller asked him what he had done. My cousin asked Meng that he was donating money to poor families who had no money to see a doctor. He donated one or two hundred yuan a month for seven or eight years. The fortune teller seems to suddenly realize that you have done a lot of good things invisibly. Only God can arrange your life for those who do good deeds, and I'm not sure about your life. People live, do more good.

In the evening, the continuous autumn rain kept falling, and the sky of gray and black birds soon darkened. Daughter-in-law Jia put her one-and-a-half-year-old daughter on the kang and quickly arranged dinner. Because my husband works in a foreign coal mine all the year round, only the girls eat at home. After a while, the meal was ready, and the rice bowl was put on the kang, ready to feed the daughter. Just sitting on the edge of the pit, my daughter suddenly pointed to the door with her little hand and cried, "Dad, Dad, come back ..."

Jia's twist a head to the door, which have the figure of the husband, a full face of empty joy, with the hand refers to the little girl's forehead "little thing, learn to cheat, which have your dad! You must miss dad, right? Next month, my mother and I will go to see him, stay for two more days, and have a good time with my father. Come, my daughter, have dinner. "

The daughter was fast asleep, and the young wife couldn't help thinking of her distant husband because her father came back, and didn't fall asleep until after midnight.

It was dawn when I got up in the morning, so I took a bite of rice and prepared to take my daughter to my mother's house to play. Just go out, the phone rang, a strange foreign number, conveniently connected "hello, yes, I'm Li Er's wife ..."

Before the words were finished, Jia's face turned white and his eyes straightened. He threw away the girl, collapsed on the ground and fainted. ...

Yesterday at six o'clock in the afternoon, there was a roof fall accident in the coal mine. Two people were killed and one was injured. One of the dead was Li Er.

Hello, everyone, let me tell a more widely circulated supernatural story.

In 2005, the internet was not so developed. Unlike now, you can play short videos and watch live broadcasts. At that time, forums were popular, such as Tianya Post Bar. This is a story called Zuo Yang in Tianya Forum.

Zuo Yang posted on Tianya Forum, saying that he was very curious since he was a child and wanted to play several horror games that were popular at that time. Then Zuo Yang played five innings.

First, light candles at midnight.