On the edge of the wild grave area where the black clouds covered the moon and the wind gusted, a dead man who could speak hung from a poplar tree, and Meng Tianhao started talking to him like that. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ten minutes later, when Meng Tianhao left, the dead man hanging from the tree would never open his mouth to speak again, because his soul had completely belonged to Meng Tianhao.

Meng Tianhao has also promised to help him do things that were easy for others to do during his lifetime, but difficult for him to do. Send a hundred dollars to his family.

The deceased was fifty-six years old, but looking at his face, full of deep folds, he looked like he was in his nineties. This is because he is a farmer in a very remote area.

In a ravine called Maogou where he lived, there were many persimmon trees, and there were two in the courtyard wall of his house. Some people ate it, and because they ate too much, no one here was rare, and some of them stopped on the trees and no one picked them.

Because of the lack of roads, no one came to this poor place of his house all year round. No one ever thought there was anything wrong with these persimmons rotting on the trees.

However, one day, a tourist who came here in the wrong direction saw that the persimmon tree was full of persimmons, and knew that it was natural, so he picked and ate some of them, and felt that the taste was very beautiful. Afterwards, they wanted to give money, but the people in the ravine were simple and did not ask for it, and said that these persimmons would rot if they didn't eat them.

When tourists learned of this, they sighed and said: "It's a pity that the green food that is pure natural, without any pollution and without any pesticides is rotten." If you take these and sell them in the city, there will definitely be people to eat them for a dollar. Even if it's three cents and five cents, there are so many here, and it can be sold for a lot of money. ”

Three cents is not easy to earn for people here, the village only knows that the scorpions in the ravine can be sold for money, so everyone goes to catch scorpions, and the scorpions are becoming fewer and fewer, and it is becoming more and more difficult to catch. And a scorpion, they only sold it for a dime.

Before leaving, a tourist reminded them: "If you go to the city to sell, you should prepare some change, at least 100 yuan in change." ”

When the tourists left, the old man came to the city to sell persimmons. His family disagreed with him, saying that the money of the people in the city was not so easy to earn, and others said the same.

But he thought about the appreciative and happy expressions of the tourists who ate the persimmons and disagreed with them. At that time, the tourists themselves took the money and wanted to give it to him, but he just didn't take it. Because I feel like I'm not giving anything.

However, it was different when he took it off and took it to the city.

So, he borrowed all the houses in Maogou and finally scraped together enough 100 yuan in change.

He excitedly told his opponents: "If you can't sell it for money, he won't come back." ”

So, I picked two rattan baskets of persimmons, took the steamed buns prepared by the family when it was dark, and walked in one direction with the burden, until noon the next day, before coming to Changzhou City.

Before it opened, a person who collected health tax came and asked him to pay two yuan of health tax, and arrogantly said that if he didn't pay, he would take away both baskets of persimmons.

The old man was helpless, so he paid two yuan.

Within a few minutes, a brightly dressed middle-aged woman came over, and the woman said that she wanted to taste the delicious first, and then said whether to buy it or not.

The old man knew that this persimmon must be sweet, and with his experience of eating persimmons since he was a child, this was carefully selected by him to be big and sweet.

But he still let the woman eat one first.

The woman obviously liked to eat very much, and when she asked him how much it was, the old man resignedly said, "Five...... Five cents. ”

The woman glanced at the poor old man: "So expensive? These persimmons are all grown on the tree, and you didn't grow them, you just picked them and sold them for five cents? Besides, you don't have a plastic bag here, so I have to use my own bag. Two cents a piece, I want ten! ”

The old man thought that he had been charged two yuan in health tax just now, and he could earn back the health tax in this first business, so he hurriedly agreed.

When it was time to pay, the woman directly took out a 100-yuan one and asked the old man to find the money. The old man had never seen a big ticket of 100 yuan, so he asked other people if it was 100 yuan.

Passers-by took one look and said, "Yes." ”

The old man gave all the change to the well-dressed woman, and the woman filled ten persimmons in her own bag, and asked the old man to send another one before leaving, and the old man agreed.

The woman left, and the old man took the money in his hand and liked it more and more, this was the first time he saw a hundred yuan of money.

Soon, another middle-aged man came over, although he disliked the old man's dirty, but wanted to eat his persimmons, thinking that he would go back and wash them clean. As a result, the old man did not have a bag, and the business was not negotiated.

Before leaving, the old man took out the 100 yuan and asked, "Do you think this is 100 yuan, can you spend it?" ”

The middle-aged man took his money and looked at it, frowned and said, "Uncle, where did you come from, this is fake money, you can't spend it." ”

"Ahh Fake money? The old man got anxious: "First of all, I asked others, saying that it was real money, and that this was a hundred yuan?" The very rich woman gave it, she has a lot of money in her bag, she won't cheat me. ”

The middle-aged man returned the money to the old man, sighed and said, "Alas! Uncle, although this money is the same as real money, it is not really a hundred yuan. This kind of money is easy to identify, and paper is not as strong as real money. ”

The middle-aged man took out a hundred yuan from his coat pocket, rubbed it back and forth with both hands, and made a unique sound of money paper: "This is real money, real money is very strong, your money will rot after a few strokes like this." Uncle, you must have been fooled. ”

The old man immediately stood on the spot.

The middle-aged man shook his head and left, and before he had gone far, he heard the sound of crying behind him.

Thinking that the old man was very pitiful, the middle-aged man turned around again, put the two yuan change in his pocket in the old man's basket, turned around and left.

Who knew that before he took two steps, he was pulled by the old man: "I don't want your charity, I don't want food!" He shoved the money into his hand and went back to cry.

Many people wanted to give him change, but he refused, saying that he did not ask for food and did not want charity from others. I also gave those people to eat persimmons for free, saying that the trees grew on their own, and brought them to everyone to taste.

The persimmons were finished, and the old man wandered the street step by step.

After wandering for two days and one night, he did not eat a little or drink a sip of water during this night, so he came to this poplar tree and hanged himself.

He made a deal with his soul, he handed over his soul power to Meng Tianhao, and entrusted Meng Tianhao to bring a hundred yuan of change and send it to his hometown Maogou Village. And asked him to tell all the villagers that there are bad people in the city, but there are still many good people.