Scenario:When I was a child, I went to pick up branches on the mountain with my grandpa. It was very cold and there was thick fog. I saw a figure not far away waving at me. I was about to speak when my grandpa covered my mouth. He held me and carefully backed away until we reached the foot of the mountain. When the figure disappeared completely, my grandpa dared to breathe heavily. Then he carried me and ran towards our home. When we got home, my grandma asked, "Old man, what happened?" My grandpa gasped and said, "A bear... I saw a black bear on the mountain." 1 Our village is surrounded by mountains. There are wild wolves and foxes on the mountains, but we had never seen a black bear before. I said, "Grandpa, why didn't I see the black bear? I only saw a figure." My grandpa said, "You are young and don't know how fierce the black bear is. It can imitate people." I was stunned for a few seconds before I realized, "So it was waving at me just now to lure me over and eat me?" My grandpa frowned and said, "The black bear loves to eat children's flesh." After saying that, my grandpa said to my grandma, "There is a black bear on the mountain. I have to tell the villagers so that they won't be eaten by the bear." My grandma frowned and said, "Be careful on the way, old man. It's foggy today. Don't run into the bear." My grandpa took out a sickle from the barn and carried it on his back. He said, "Go inside. It's daytime now, and the black bear doesn't dare to enter the village." After saying that, my grandpa went out with the sickle on his back. The fog was so thick that my grandpa disappeared from sight after just a few steps. My grandma closed the courtyard gate and locked it. My grandma said, "Huzi, go inside quickly." I said, "Grandma, aren't you coming in?" Although I hadn't seen the black bear with my own eyes, I was instinctively afraid and worried about the appearance of the black bear. My grandma rolled up her sleeves and said with a smile, "I'll come in after I finish washing this dress. You go in quickly." After saying that, my grandma continued to wash the clothes, and I went inside first. I had just climbed onto the earthen kang when I heard a knock at the courtyard gate: "Bang." The knock was very loud. My grandma looked in the direction of the courtyard gate. Because of the thick fog, she couldn't see clearly in the distance and didn't know who was knocking. My grandma shouted towards the courtyard gate, "Who is it?" There was no response. My grandma put down the clothes in her hand and shouted again, "Old man, is that you?" Still no response. Then came two "bang bang" sounds, very dull knocks. It felt like the iron gate of our house was about to be smashed with two holes. My grandma frowned tightly, her face turned ugly, and she quickly ran into the barn. She took out a pile of dry branches from the barn and threw them on the ground. She took a match to light them, but her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't light it after several tries. I quickly ran into the yard and to my grandma's side: "Grandma, what are you doing?" When my grandma saw me come out, she immediately got angry and shouted at me, "What are you coming out for? Go inside!" My grandma shouted at me while lighting the match. My grandma took off her coat and wrapped it around the dry branches. This time, it lit up. A big fire burst out instantly, driving away the fog around. My grandma drove me into the house. She held a torch and stood in the yard. She stood there like this until the fog dissipated. It was almost noon. The branches on the ground had also burned out. My grandma sat on the ground, gasping for breath. I ran over and asked, "Grandma, what happened just now? Why did you light the fire?" My grandma touched my head and whispered, "The one who knocked just now wasn't a human. It was a black bear, and it will come back." 2 As soon as my grandma finished speaking, my grandpa entered the yard. His face was very bad and his brows were tightly furrowed. My grandma asked him, "What happened?" My grandpa sighed and said, "The villagers didn't believe there was a black bear on the mountain. They said I was old and mistook it." My grandma was stunned for a few seconds and said, "I heard the knock just now. I asked twice, but no one answered. I suspected it was a black bear, so I lit the dry branches at home." My grandpa's eyes widened. He first looked at me carefully to make sure I was okay, and then looked at my grandma carefully: "Did the black bear enter the yard?" My grandma said, "No." My grandpa breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the courtyard gate. Our gate was made of iron, and the iron on it was obviously dented inward. And there were bear footprints on the ground. My grandpa said, "The bear's footprints. I didn't notice them when I entered the yard just now. I'll call the villagers over and let them see with their own eyes." After saying that, my grandpa went out of the yard. Soon, he called the villagers to our yard and let them see the bear footprints at the courtyard gate. After seeing the bear's footprints, the villagers all looked at each other in dismay and whispered. "It's really the bear's footprints." "What should we do? The bear has come down the mountain." "We have to kill the bear! Skin the bear and hang it at the entrance of the village." The villagers talked one after another, all wanting to catch and kill the black bear. My grandpa had some prestige in the village. He said, "This black bear is very smart. We can only kill it. Who is willing to go up the mountain with me to catch the black bear?" As soon as my grandpa finished speaking, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet. No one spoke. Everyone was afraid and didn't dare to go up the mountain. Seeing that no one spoke, my grandpa said again, "This black bear is on the mountain. It will hurt people sooner or later. We have to take action early so that we won't be eaten." The villagers all whispered, but still no one said they would catch the bear. Seeing that no one stood up, my grandpa said, "Well, let's follow the ancestral rules. All the married men with children in the village will follow me up the mountain to catch the black bear. There are many of us, so we don't have to be afraid." As soon as my grandpa finished speaking, someone asked, "Uncle, how big is the bear?" My grandpa said, "Not too big, about five or six hundred catties, like the fat pig in your family." The villagers laughed, and I don't know what they were laughing at. Hearing my grandpa say that the black bear was five or six hundred catties, the villagers became a little bolder. Forty or fifty men, holding knives in their hands, followed my grandpa up the mountain. My grandma was afraid that the black bear would come, so she took me to my third uncle's house in advance. My third uncle's house was a brick house, and there were two big black dogs in the yard. It was safer than our earthen house. As soon as my grandma and I entered the house, my third uncle's face changed. He pulled me in front of him, looked at me carefully, and then said to my grandma, "This child has been targeted by the black bear. You take him and run as far as you can." My grandma was stunned for a few seconds and asked, "What does it mean to be targeted by the black bear?" My third uncle said, "This child has the smell of the black bear on him. It will eat Huzi sooner or later. Run quickly." My third uncle lived alone. When he was young, he encountered a black bear. There were three of them at that time. The black bear ate his two companions first. When it was my third uncle's turn, the black bear was full, but it still ate one of his legs. Fortunately, he survived. My grandma looked at my third uncle in confusion and said, "Huzi's grandpa has already taken people to catch the black bear on the mountain. Forty or fifty people, they must be able to catch the black bear." My third uncle sighed and said, "The black bear is very smart. It's not that you can catch it just because there are many people. Run quickly." My grandma said, "It's so late. Where can we run?" My third uncle said, "There is a donkey cart in my yard. You take Huzi to the town to hide while it's still not dark. If it gets dark, you won't be able to leave!" 3 My grandma said anxiously, "Can it get in even if we hide in the house?" My third uncle said, "Don't say it's a house. Even if you hide in an iron shell, it can trample you to death. Listen to my advice and run as far as you can." My grandma frowned tightly, with a look of fear in her eyes. She said, "I'm not sure if I can take Huzi and run by myself." It was a fifty or sixty - li mountain road from our village to the town. The road was very difficult to walk. It took at least five or six hours to reach the town by donkey cart. My third uncle sighed and said, "Even if you're not sure, you have to take Huzi and escape. It's better than waiting to die." Seeing that it was getting dark, my grandma gritted her teeth and ran to the yard to harness the donkey cart. After the donkey cart was harnessed, my grandma took out a pile of dry branches from the barn and put them on the donkey cart. I said, "Grandma, what are you taking the dry branches for?" There were so many dry branches that I was almost squeezed out of my seat. My grandma seemed not to hear me. She looked at my third uncle and said, "You stay at home alone and lock the door." My third uncle said, "Don't worry. I'm an old bone. The black bear doesn't look down on me. You run quickly and pay attention to safety on the way. If you hear strange noises or smell the stench of rotting, don't look back." There was a look of fear in my third uncle's eyes when he said this. I subconsciously looked at my third uncle's disabled leg. If I encountered a black bear, would I end up like this? My grandma said, "I'm taking Huzi and leaving. You go back to the house quickly." After saying that, my grandma drove the donkey cart out of the yard. She drove the donkey cart differently from usual. Her expression was very solemn and vigilant. I sat obediently beside my grandma, not daring to say a word. I was afraid that my words would attract the black bear. Soon, my grandma and I left the village. Seeing that the sun was about to set, my grandma drove the donkey cart as fast as she could. Although the donkey cart was faster than usual, my grandma still thought it was too slow. In a blink of an eye, it was dark. We had only walked one - third of the way to the town. It was very quiet around. We could only hear the sound of the donkey walking and the bell on the donkey's neck. Every time the donkey took a step forward, the bell rang: "Ding... Ding..." My grandma frowned. She suddenly pulled the reins and stopped the donkey. She got off the donkey cart, took off the bell on the donkey's neck, threw it on the ground, and said, "The bell is too noisy." My grandma threw the bell and continued to drive the donkey cart. I sat beside my grandma, not daring to breathe. My grandma asked me, "Huzi, are you cold?" I said, "No." As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a "Ding..." sound not far behind me. It was the sound of the bell. My grandma also heard the sound. She widened her eyes and looked around vigilantly. Families that raised cows, donkeys or horses would buy bells and hang them on the necks of the animals for fear that someone would steal them at night. With the bell, there would be a sound. I said, "Grandma, is there someone behind us?" I was just about to look back when my grandma stopped me. She said, "There is someone. It must be someone from our village driving a donkey cart to the town." Hearing what my grandma said, I felt relieved. I said, "Grandma, why don't we walk slower and wait for the villagers to go together?"