Under Wang Yan's series of interrogations, Zhao Ting finally gave in, agreed to Wang Yan, and went to Yunyan Pavilion with Wang Junwei in the afternoon to participate in the "prayer meeting" of Lao Shizi.

Seeing that Zhao Ting agreed, Wang Yan showed a satisfied look and said, "Then the mother won't delay you, you quickly change your clothes and freshen up, dress up in spirit, and go with Junwei." ”

"Okay. ”

......

After Zhao Ting dressed up and freshened up, Wang Junwei was already waiting outside a little impatiently.

"Cousin, hurry up, it's time for everyone to start in a while. ”

"It's coming, it's coming. ”

The two got into the carriage of the Zhao Mansion and drove all the way to the north city of Yanxia County.

Seeing that Zhao Ting was a little absent-minded, Wang Junwei leaned over and said with a smile: "Cousin, what do you want?"

"Nope. Zhao Ting said casually.

Wang Junwei didn't care about his attitude, and continued to laugh and said: "Later, if you have a crush on a young lady, just tell your younger brother, and your younger brother will help you talk about matchmaking." ”

"You said that you are such a big person, and there is no sign of starting a family, no wonder my uncle and aunt are anxious. If you look at me again, it's already blooming. Hehe, the little concubine I accepted a while ago, not to mention being able to serve more, is so beautiful that I don't want to go out recently. ”

Looking at his lingering and intoxicated look, Zhao Ting opened his mouth to persuade: "As the old saying goes, gentle township, hero mound." Although the female color is good, it must also be done in moderation. ”

"Eh, cousin, you're a layman when you say this," Wang Junwei winked at him, "You're still a beginner, aren't you......? Shall I give you my little concubine?"

"Really?" Zhao Ting's eyes lit up when he heard this.

After thinking about it, he still waved his hand and refused: "Forget it, no matter how beautiful a woman is, to me is just a pink skeleton, I don't need it." ”

"Uh...... Okay. ”

The two talked all the way, discussing the good or bad of the woman, and the carriage soon drove into the streets of Beicheng.

This street is the main street of Beicheng in Yanxia County, and the street is neatly paved with a layer of gray bluestone slabs, each of which is about the size of a washbasin.

The streets are bustling with people, hawkers selling sugar gourds, traders pushing rouge carts, and steaming steamed buns in the shops on both sides of the street.

Just staring at everything outside the car window, for some reason, Zhao Ting always had an unreal feeling, as if he had been separated from this ordinary mortal life.

Looking at the innocent smiles on the faces of the children running around on the street, Zhao Ting sighed and lowered the curtains.

The carriage gradually stopped.

"Young Master, Young Master, Yunyan Pavilion has arrived. Zhao Si's respectful voice came from outside the car window.

Zhao Ting slowly stepped out of the carriage with Zhao Si's support, and looked up at the exquisite three-story pavilion in front of him. The rectangular plaque in front of the door reads three big white characters, "Yunyan Pavilion"!

The font is vigorous and powerful, revealing an ethereal flavor.

The greeting guy in front of the door walked over with a smile and arched his hand: "Wang Shao, uh...... This young master looks a little angry, huh?"

Wang Junwei's face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice: "My eyes are bright, this is my cousin, Zhao Shao, the son of Zhao Mansion." ”

"Oh, Wang Shao, Zhao Shao, please inside. The little guy who welcomed the guests was sincerely frightened, and invited the two into the Yunyan Pavilion.

As soon as the two of them walked in, an enthusiastic man's voice came from behind them.

"Wang Shao, Wang Shao, wait for me. ”

Zhao Ting turned his head, only to see a thin young man wearing a white brocade robe and purple cloud boots striding in.

Wang Junwei also looked back and said with a smile: "It's Tang Shao, why did you come?"

"Hey, don't mention it," the thin young man known as "Tang Shao" sighed, "The carriage on the road broke down, and it was delayed for a long time. ”

Saying that, the thin young man's tone changed, and he said with a smile: "Let's not mention these unfortunate things for the time being, Wang Shao, I heard that you have recently bought a new room, hehe, I don't know if I will be lucky enough to see my sister-in-law's face?"

"It's easy to say," Wang Junwei also smiled, "However, recently, the foolish brother has just been shy in his pocket, what about the expenses of going to Willow Lane......"

"I've got it all," the thin young man waved his hand, looking obliged.

The two looked at each other and smiled, their expressions gradually rippling.

Zhao Ting, on the other side, saw the two standing on the stairs and greeted, and he didn't mean to go up at all, so he also found a nearby place on the first floor and sat down.

On the railing on the first floor of the Yanyu Pavilion, a middle-aged storyteller in a gray robe was talking like a river, talking endlessly, spitting everywhere, and a group of flat-headed people surrounded by people under the railing, drinking and knocking melon seeds, listening with relish.

I saw the storyteller sitting on a small bench and saying in a deliberately low tone: "Last time, I said that poor Zhai Wazi was forced to sell his body to bury his father because he was penniless. ”

"Ahem," the middle-aged storyteller cleared his throat and continued: "Well, Zhai Wazi hung the wooden sign of "selling himself to bury his father" around his neck, and knelt at the door of the landlord, Liu Laocai's house. When Liu Laocai saw this scene when he left the house, he happened to be in a good mood, so he asked the housekeeper to give Zhai Wazi five taels of silver, and allowed him to take care of his father's funeral before coming to the house as a slave. ”

In this way, Zhai Wazi became a subordinate of the landlord Liu Laocai's family. Time flies, time flies. In a blink of an eye, Zhai Wazi has been in Liu's Mansion for a year, and he has been diligent, conscientious, and conscientious in the past year. ”

"So nothing went wrong this year. However, the good times were short-lived. On this day, Li Siwen, the county magistrate in the county, was a guest at Liu Laocai's house, and it happened that Zhai Wazi was on duty on this day. Li Siwen and Liu Laocai were embarrassed, and their feelings were very high, and they drank all the tea in their cups after chatting, so Liu Laocai called Zhai Wazi to come up and deliver tea. ”

"Xu is the ground of the welcome hall is a little uneven, and when Zhai Wazi brought the hot tea, he stumbled and fell to the ground. This fall was good, the hot tea in his hand took off his hand and splashed directly on the back of the hand of Li Siwen, the county man who was sitting in the guest seat. ”

The hot tea was boiling hot, and the back of Li Siwen's white hand was burned red on the spot. Who is Li Siwen? County Cheng, the county's third-in-command. Liu Laocai was angry on the spot, and ordered the family in the mansion to drag down Zhai Wazi, who had committed the crime, and cut off the two palms of his tea. ”

"At the same time, Liu Laocai also said, if you give birth to such a hairy hand, don't do it!"

"After Zhai Wazi was cut off two palms, she lost her ability to work. What's even more tragic is that Liu's mansion does not raise idlers. Zhai Wazi can't work, which is equivalent to losing the source of food, coupled with his withdrawn personality, he has no popularity in the house, and no one to help him, Zhai Wazi was soon dying of hunger. ”

He also knew that he was about to die, so he got up from his little bed with all his might, and secretly buried his two palms, which had completely rotted and had grown green hairs, into the loess behind the house. ”

Before he died, Zhai Wazi made a wish to his palms, and he hoped that when he died, after the body was buried in the loess, the palms could return to his body on their own, and he didn't want to drag the stump to see his parents. ”

After making this wish, Zhai Wazi swallowed her breath. But what he didn't expect was that his body was not buried at all, but was directly rolled up with a straw mat by the subordinates of the Liu Mansion and thrown into a mass grave outside the city. ”

"The mass grave, all hungry wild cats and wild dogs, waiting for which family and which family to die every day, at this time when I saw Zhai Wazi's corpse, how could I bear it, and swallowed all the corpses into my stomach in three or two bites. ”

In this way, Zhai Wazi's pair of rotten and hairy palms buried in the loess, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, ”

Finally, the pair of "hairy hands" couldn't wait any longer, broke out of the ground, and began to look for their bodies in the world. Because Zhai Wazi was less than ten years old when he died, he looked like a five or six-year-old child due to long-term malnutrition. Therefore, this pair of "hairy hands" picks young children when they are looking for their bodies. ”

During the day, the "hairy hands" would lurk, and in the middle of the night, they would hide under the beds of the sleeping children, and grope for their bodies in the dark. If you meet a child who is roughly similar to Zhai Wazi's body, the "hairy hand" will grab their wrists, tear off their palms, and replace themselves. ”

If he encounters a child who clearly resembles Zhai Wazi's body, "Mao Shou" will feel that he has been deceived, and he will grab the child's wrist and drag them under the bed to a place that no one knows. ”

At this time, in the corner of the first floor of Yunyan Pavilion, a little boy who was eating sugar gourd asked out loud: "Mr. Qin, no one knows what place is?"

"Uh......" The middle-aged storyteller who asked the question was speechless for a while, "This is a place that no one knows, huh...... You can't say it, you can't say it. ”

The little boy "shh ”

Tong Yan was unscrupulous, and the hall on the first floor suddenly burst into wanton laughter.