After this encounter with the family, Zhang Tieta has become convinced of the haunting. The villagers of Zhangjia Village frequently complained by telephone: What should I do with the work in the fields if they dare not even step out of the gate? Zhangjia Village is the state's grain base, which makes Zhang Tieta deeply feel the weight on his shoulders. I met with several cadres in the village, and I knew that in this extraordinary period, it was time for me to speak, come up with ideas, and solve problems.

Yang Mei was not involved in this matter, although she was also one of the main cadres in the village, but she had a different opinion on this matter, in the past two days, she also contacted her brothers and sisters in the Lord, but to her surprise, these brothers and sisters in the village have also encountered some incredible things to varying degrees, so they hurriedly called the town church, explained the situation, and invited the church's Pastor Li and some brothers and sisters in the Lord.

Zhang Tieta analyzed at the meeting that there are two possibilities for the reason for the haunting: First, one-third of the area of Zhangjia Village was originally a cemetery, especially the mass grave on the farmland mountain of Zhanggong. This also illustrates the possibility that the rumors of the past are not rumors, but facts. Second, it was a harbinger that the village might be about to suffer a catastrophe. He remembered that his youngest son often said that "the mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings", although he did not ask his son what this meant for face reasons, but he literally understood this as a prelude to a "red flag". He sighed and said, yes, the mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. In recent decades, on the summit of the verdant hill north of the village, there has been a rumbling sound on weekends, which may well be a foreboding omen. After glancing at him, he found that the village cadres had listened to his speech more carefully than ever before, and then he went on to analyze some facts in a heavy manner: Isn't it too abnormal for 26-year-old Ah Er to die without knowing why? In addition, Ah Xin, who is only 30 years old, is young and strong! He drowned in a shallow river for unknown reasons last summer...... After giving many examples, he cleared his throat and said in a loud and dull voice: "I personally think that ghosts are making trouble, and the more they make trouble, the more fierce they become, that is, if we don't take measures to stop it, our Zhangjia Village will never have peace." ”

Zhang Kai, the deputy village chief, who has always opposed superstitious claims, also said that these two analyses are reasonable at this time. He is a few years older than Zhang Tieta, but because he is a deputy, he added a "old" to his title. Zhangjiacun is dominated by the surname "Zhang", if they are all called Lao Zhang, Xiao Zhang, it is really impossible to distinguish who is with whom. He said, "What are we going to do next, old tower? Is the village moving? How should this application report be submitted?

Zhang Tieta didn't know the bottom of his heart, but because he was the village head, if such a thing was not handled properly, the consequences would be unimaginable. He pondered for a moment, then naturally took out his cigarettes and distributed them to everyone, knocked on the table, and said, "The problem raised by Brother Ah Kai is also a problem that I have gathered everyone to discuss and must solve together. When he said the word "common", he deliberately raised his voice to show that this important event must involve the strength of the people of the whole village. The village cadres present also clearly felt the weight of these words. Zhang Tieta took a deep breath of cigarette and talked seriously and cautiously about his ideas and solutions -- on the one hand, don't alarm the leaders of the town or the next level, and invite some mages with high magic skills to get rid of ghosts; on the other hand, all the villagers should be mobilized to do a good job of self-defense and self-defense. The so-called "ghosts see iron and escape, and ghosts see red eyes and escape red". Go out with copper and iron, and tie it with a red belt on your head to ward off evil spirits. Of course, if none of these methods work, the only way forward: to apply for the relocation of the whole village. This is, of course, the next step. Zhang Shi, secretary of the village party branch, who has just crossed the 60-year-old threshold this year, has been silent, and he is just like his name, holding a "boss pipe" that his only son bought for him from other places, and he can't stop chirping. Seeing that everyone had finished speaking, he expressed his opinion: "Relocation? How easy is it to say? I have been the branch secretary for more than 10 years, and with my experience, it will not work 100 percent, and the above will not agree, what should we do with this field, who will plant it? Where is there a place for our huge village of more than 1,000 people to settle down? Definitely not! I think Atta's method is feasible, please ask a mage." ”

With that, he flipped over his pipe and knocked it, pouring out the ashes. The other village cadres were familiar with his disposition and habits, and he had the final say, and he banged his pipe to show that he was determined to do so. So, the big thing of getting rid of ghosts was decided.

That night, in accordance with the spirit of the "double committee" meeting, the village cadres informed each villager by phone. At noon on the second day, the sun was shining, and the sun was so hot that they rushed to the town to buy red fabrics, which became the "fashion" of Zhangjia Village. The owners of the fabric shops wondered. In the afternoon of that day, all the men, women and children of the village, wearing red scarves on their heads and hanging iron and copper sheets on their waists, jingled, and densely poured into the public grain drying field, the place where the village's daily gathering was gathered. From afar, it looks like the ranks of the older generation of peasant uprisings.

Zhang Tieta sat on the rostrum, held the microphone, and once again conveyed the decision of the "double committee" meeting. He said very passionately: "Folks, at this extraordinary moment, we must unite and work together to solve the crisis. Finally, he also made a point of asking the mage to solve the haunting, and asked the whole village to come up with advice.

As soon as the words fell, people began to stir, and they exchanged ears and talked about it. At this time, Zhang Lao Liu, accompanied by a smiling face that was uglier than crying, squeezed to the front of the rostrum, grinned widely, revealing a mouth full of black teeth: "Hehe, village chief, I know that there is a mage with great skill in catching ghosts! Look at ?......" As he spoke, his hands pinched the corners of his clothes unnaturally, and his appearance was both annoying and pitiful and sympathetic.

Everyone's eyes were on him. "Is it really that powerful?" someone asked. Zhang Lao Liu looked a little proud at this time, and because he looked excited, his old face turned red. He clenched his fists again and again, and his voice raised eighty degrees: "Fellow villagers, we are villagers, I will never dare to lie to you, this mage was originally my fellow brother, who used to learn fortune telling, a few years ago he changed careers to learn ghost hunting from a famous teacher, and he is very famous in the Lindong area." ”

People think to themselves, what is your sixth child - a charlatan. But now that the village is in crisis, it's a good thing that he can come forward for everyone. Despite the whispering of others, no one stepped forward to stop him from speaking. A young man said angrily, "Don't be a mother-in-law, go and invite your mage brother to hunt ghosts, this is the right business." ”

Everyone has something to say now, you say a word, he says a word - there are many topics, and there is a theme. Some people say yes, hurry up and catch the ghosts who harass us day and night, otherwise, how will we live this day!

Zhang Tieta saw that the crowd was excited, and his heart was even more excited, and he raised the microphone and shouted: "Fellow villagers, please don't make noise, please listen to me." ”

After everyone calmed down, he cleared his throat, "Since the sixth brother has a senior brother who can catch ghosts, this matter will be handled by the sixth brother." ”

After the meeting ended, he stopped Zhang Lao Liu and asked when he would leave. Zhang Lao Liu patted his chest: "Village chief, my sixth child also grew up in this village, I am obligated to leave immediately if there is a problem in the village, but ......" Zhang Tieta saw that his face was embarrassed, and asked curiously: "Is there anything embarrassing?"

"No, no, hehe, hehe......" Zhang Laoliu smiled dryly: "Village chief, you know that I am poor, and the cost of this road is ......"

Zhang Tieta shrugged his shoulders, "I thought it was a big deal, I would personally pay for the travel expenses." As he spoke, he took out an old wallet from his trouser pocket and pulled out five large solidarities. "Is it enough?" he asked.

"Enough, enough. Zhang Lao Liu rubbed his palms, like a beggar, trembling and shaking, half-bent over, took it with both hands, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Zhang Tieta patted him on the shoulder: "The survival and safety of the whole village depends on you, go and go back quickly." ”

Zhang Lao Liu nodded, "It must be." "Touch your pockets, pat your clothes, and make a smoking gesture towards Zhang Tie Tower.

Zhang Tieta smiled bitterly, led him home and got a cigarette, and instructed: "Go and come back quickly." ”

Zhang Lao Liu grinned widely: "Hehe, yes, yes." ”