Upstairs, Wang Hao introduced them and said that we were relatives of the Wang family from other provinces who came to repair the ancestral house. It's raining too much tonight, so I hope to borrow one night and leave tomorrow.

This middle-aged couple in the Miao family is familiar with Wang Hao, but when they met us, they were obviously still a little cramped. Both of them can speak Chinese, but they don't speak well and have a serious vernacular.

I heard that we are relatives of the Wang family, and the Miao family and his wife are very enthusiastic.

The man said that there was no problem, just live, stay for a few days. The hostess, seeing that we were all soaked, brought us some blankets and told us to take off our clothes, and took our wet clothes to the kitchen to dry.

Wrapped in a blanket, we thanked again and again, my backpack was waterproof, and I took out a pack of cigarettes from it, tore it open and handed it to the man.

The man saw the joy on his face, put the cigarette under his nose and sniffed vigorously, squinted his eyes intoxicated, and lit it for a long time to smoke.

Taking a deep puff of cigarette, he asked Wang Hao, didn't he just find someone to repair it some time ago? It's that white, tall young man, why do you want to renovate it now?

Wang Hao laughed and said that the house has been old for a long time, where will it be so easy to repair. Last time, Brother Naluo was engaged in decoration, so let's see how many people are needed, and this time I called a few more relatives to prepare for the start of construction.

As for the car pulling tools and timber was seized in the county seat, it is estimated that it will take two days to drive into the mountains, but we are only one step ahead.

He didn't say that we were here to adjust the feng shui, only that he was repairing the house, and seemed to be avoiding something. Since Wang Hao said so, we naturally don't want to speak, for fear that there will be extraneous branches.

The man nodded and said yes, your ancestral house has a history of hundreds of years, and it is all supported by this treasure land to stand today, and it should have been repaired and repaired a long time ago.

When I heard him say "white and tall" young man, I knew in my heart that he must be talking about Luo Bin, but the strange thing is that Hu Zitao came clearly a few days ago, but he didn't inform anyone, and the man obviously didn't know.

It was Hu Zitao himself who proposed to come on a business trip, where did he go? And why do you do that? Even Minister Wang didn't know.

According to the analysis of the development of the situation, I guess that after Luo Bin went back, Hu Zitao learned some about the situation and details of the Wang family's ancestral house from him, and understood that the layout was not done well, and he was afraid that something would happen, so he secretly ran back to deal with the aftermath.

In our industry, the most important thing is reputation, which is the so-called word of mouth. Hu Zitao acted without permission, I am afraid it was for his own reputation, in other words, he valued Minister Wang, a big customer.

Is he in the ancestral house on the top of the mountain now? It seems that the answer to everything will not be revealed until tomorrow when we go up the mountain.

The rain was still falling outside the house, and it didn't stop at all.

Knowing that we had come all the way from Shashi and had not eaten until now, the man shouted something in the direction of the kitchen on one side, and the hostess in the kitchen with fire immediately responded.

Then there was the sound of clinking vegetables and pots and pans inside.

The man smoked a cigarette, took out the oil lamp from the house and put it on the railing to illuminate it, and brought an iron kettle to pour us tea. The color of this tea is a little cloudy, but the taste is not strong, and there is a faint fruity aroma when you drink it.

Wang Hao told us that this tea can not be drunk outside, called "Wanhua Tea", which is a unique drink for entertaining guests in the Miao family, and is mostly made of melons and fruits.

After about half an hour, the hostess brought us a meal from the kitchen, which was not much but very practical. Four large bowls of bubbling white rice, plus two plates of deep-fried cotton cabbage baba, bacon sour soup with red peppers, and wild vegetables.

We poured the sour soup on top of the steaming white rice and ate it with wild vegetables, which was sour and spicy, and it was especially appetizing. Standby station

The man poured four bowls of liquor, and poured one himself, saying that there are no good things at home, and you will be settled, but the wine must be drunk when you enter the door. After drinking the wine of our Miao family, everyone is a friend.

The Han people are expensive tea, and the border people are heavy on wine. The host was so enthusiastic that we were embarrassed to refuse, so we raised our bowls and drank them all. It is rainy and rainy, and a bowl of farmhouse-brewed liquor is in the stomach, and the body is warm, which has a unique taste.

While we were eating, Wang Hao asked the man, "Dana, why didn't you see your sister, did she go to bed early?"

The man frowned, pursed his lips, and said that his daughter had suffered from the wind and cold these days, was recuperating, and had rested early.

After eating, the male and female hosts arranged us to sleep in the side room, the time was not early, lying on the floor covered with futon, Wang Hao, amorous and fat man quickly fell asleep.

Growing up in the north, I felt that the air here was too humid, and I was scared that there was a layer of moisture on the quilt, which made me feel a little uncomfortable, and I couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

The night in the mountainous area of Xiangxi is very quiet, only the rain outside the stilted building is still falling, and the thatch on the roof makes a rustling sound.

I finally closed my eyes in a daze, but I heard what seemed to be a gust of wind outside, as if something was being pushed and made a very slight creak.

Below the floor, I don't know if it was the pigs or the sheep were calling softly, their hooves clattering in the muddy water.

"Whew...... Boom ......"

It seemed as if something was picking at the planks again and again, coming from the room on the other side of us. If you listen carefully, it looks like a woman's cry, intermittent and fluttering.

I thought I was dreaming, but the sound of the planks and the cries were so constant that I couldn't tell if it was an auditory hallucination or a real one.

Another gust of wind blew in the courtyard, carrying moist moisture, and faintly, I could even feel a cloud of fog rising from the corridor outside the door, and it swept by at a rapid speed.

The sound of the planks and the cries stopped, quickly replaced by heavy gasps. The wheezing sound was very muffled, and it was a woman's voice when I heard it. It's like stuffing a ball of cotton into your throat, whimpering, and making people in a trance.

Whose voice is it? Is it the sick daughter of this family?

Squeak crunch...... Outside the door, the light and shadow swayed, and someone walked slowly on the corridor. Through the window, I squinted and saw the man cautiously coming out of the room with an oil lamp.

He looked at the other side of the hallway, as if hesitating, and his steps stopped.

The wheezing continued, the man pricked up his ears to listen, the expression on his face became extremely heavy, his body trembled a little unconsciously, and the oil lamp in his hand swayed.

Eventually, he let out a silent sigh and turned back to the house.

What disease did his daughter have? Cold? It sounds like it's serious. I was a little curious.

The sound of rain, wind, and wheezing mingle like an eerie lullaby.

In the darkness, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, and sleepiness came up like a tidal wave, lapping my body......