The further west we go, the more desolate it becomes, because we are in the car, and we are no longer afraid of being exposed to our hiding, and we rush during the day and rest at night, but we do not walk less than when we travel day and night.

This side is sparsely populated, and the damage to this place in the last days is not very bad, and there is still a lot of oil in the gas station on the side of the road, I don't know why it has not been taken away.

Three days later, we entered the territory of Haiqing.

Although it is in the west, it is not as desolate as the northwest, with several rivers passing through it, and there are many magnificent landscapes along the way.

I was so obsessed with the scenery outside that I seemed to have forgotten everything, and often spent hours on end staring at the unreal blue sky outside.

Nothing special happened along the way, not even the other forces that we had been wary of did not appear. Until one day, something unusual was suddenly discovered on our way.

It was some paper money, not a lot, but it was very evenly distributed, and it was scattered all the way. We stopped the car to check, these paper money are very new, cut out of yellow paper, except for a circle of gold on the side, it is no different from the usual paper money, it looks like it has just been sprinkled in the past two days.

Liu Shixi couldn't stand far away, scolded bad luck in his mouth, and got some wine to ask me to wash my hands.

I wasn't in the mood to mess with him, and I felt very strange. At this time, a dead person is not as big as a dead chicken, how can someone still go out of the funeral to scatter paper money? Besides, even if this place is really a paradise, it is already the world of Tibetan culture, and it is the habit of the Han people to throw paper money to open the way, so it should not appear here.

Holding a piece of paper money, I walked towards Liu Dongxi. Liu Dongxi scolded and retreated, not letting me get closer.

"Liu thing, do you think there is anything special about this paper money?" I asked.

It turns out that this paper money is not only beautifully made, but also has some strange ornaments on it. Pointed beak and ringed eyes, if you look closely, it looks like a strange-looking bird.

"What's the point? It's not all bribes, it's not a bank with us, it's useless for you to keep it, hurry up and throw it away! Liu Shifu pinched his nose and said.

"Don't mess around! Take a closer look! I rubbed the paper money and threw it over, hitting Liu Dongxi's nose.

Liu Dongxi screamed, stretched out his hand very exaggeratedly, and looked like he was pretending. Tomb robbers are blaspheming ghosts and gods, when have they ever feared ghosts and gods?

"I've never seen this thing!" Liu Dongxi received the supernatural powers, unfolded the paper money and looked at it and said, "But this family is really rich, and the gold leaf on it is real!" ”

I was a little speechless, this man's focus was completely out of normal thinking.

"Don't you think it's suspicious?"

"It's kind of ...... But what's the matter with us? ”

I opened my mouth but didn't speak. Indeed, when people go to funerals, what does it matter to us, I am a little too lenient.

Liu Dongxi saw that I had nothing to say, beckoned everyone to get in the car, and continued to walk forward.

There has always been paper money on the road, more in some places and less in others. My attention was completely absorbed by the paper money on the road, and I no longer had the heart to look at the scenery around me.

I have been walking for more than 100 kilometers, and the paper money on the road has not been broken.

Liu Shifu glanced at me and said, "I ran so far away from the funeral, I knew that I would have picked it up, and a few taels of gold could be saved." ”

I ignored him, still looking out at the road. It was getting late, the wind was slowly getting stronger, and the paper money was swept off the road and hung on the dead grass on the side of the road, which was a little desolate.

"It's getting late!" Liu looked at me again, "Find a place!" ”

The car got off the road and stopped on a pebble beach. We got out of the car to light a fire and get ready to eat.

After this period of rest, everyone's complexion is much better. This place is vast and vast, and it seems to have a nourishing effect on people's moods. Liu Dongxi is talking nonsense like crazy, and the atmosphere is very good, and I am also a little happy.

At this moment, a gust of wind came from nowhere, whistling and rolling over. The wind blew wickedly, and the cold was biting, and the flames in the fire were dim for a while, and they were almost blown out.

Liu Dongxi sat downwind across the fire, and was blown all over his face. When he was busy dodging, a piece of paper money floated in and was pasted on Liu Dongxi's face.

The atmosphere suddenly became eerie and terrifying, and Liu Dongxi grabbed the paper money on his face, threw it on the ground and spit on it twice.

Xiao Kan grabbed my arm, a little shaking, I patted her shoulder and asked Liu something.

"What's going on?"

"The devil knows!" Liu Dong's face was unhappy, after all, he was confused by this kind of thing, and people who didn't taboo ghosts and gods would not feel very happy.

Wang Dake had already lit up the flashlight and looked around. Nothing had changed, and the wind had stopped.

Liu Shidong looked dejected, took out a small wine bottle, took a sip and squirted it up, everyone else looked at him, and no one spoke.

"See what I'm doing? I don't have any flowers on my face! Liu was looked at by us, and said very unhappily.

"You have a rich ...... on your face," Wang Dake said quietly.

"You...... That's right...... "Liu Shixi may want to scold, but thinking that he can't insult the goddess in public, he changed his words at the critical moment."

"That's not right! You think I can't hear it? Wang Dake gritted his teeth, "Obviously he changed his words, say, what do you want to say?" ”

Liu looked very embarrassed. The terrifying atmosphere just now was swept away, and everyone was smiling and preparing to watch the excitement.

Who knew that Liu Dongxi's eyes suddenly rolled, and he said, "Actually, I wanted to ask you if you want to hear the story just now?" I have a story to tell you. ”

Everyone fell and accused Liu Dongxi of being shameless, but Liu Dongxi made a circle with a smile.

"I want to hear it, you speak!" Wang Dake didn't let him go.

"All sit down, all sit down. The story is long, don't get tired! Liu Dongxi sat cross-legged by the fire, this time he paid attention and didn't sit in the limelight.

"This story is related to paper money...... "Liu Shixi saw that we were all seated, his expression was solemn, and he started slowly.

Once upon a time, there was a poor scholar in the countryside, who lived alone in the village, did not do agricultural work, and devoted himself to studying. The people in the village saw that he was diligent, and they often provided him with food and clothing, not asking for future returns, but valuing his perseverance.

But the people in the village are not rich after all, and all he receives is some crude food, and he can barely survive half starved and half full. Since this poor scholar knows books, he is naturally courteous, and every time a neighbor sends a meal, he always extends to the ground and pays a gift to meet his parents.

Although there are people who help him, he has no worries about food and clothing, but this scholar has other difficulties that cannot be solved.

As the saying goes, it is said that the poor are rich and martial, but in fact, it is only relatively speaking, and it costs a lot of money to study. For example, if you can't afford to buy an engraving plate, you can copy it by hand, but you must have pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, otherwise you won't have to copy the book.

This poor scholar is also from a scholarly family, but there are several sets of books and scriptures handed down at home, and the remnants of the inkstone are bald. But this paper is a precious thing. The scholar didn't have a lot of money, and the ink could burn charcoal by himself, but he didn't have the money to buy paper.

You can read a book without paper, but you can't take an exam without paper. Although the scholar is a contemptible person in the countryside, he also knows that if he wants to be named on the gold list, he must have a good character in addition to his talent. But this character is not something that can be practiced by drawing on the sand table every day.

Seeing that next year is a big move, but there are only a handful of words written on paper by themselves, scholars are anxious, have no intention of reading, and look for substitutes everywhere.

At that time, there was no wrapping paper, and there were no big-leaved trees in the north, and the scholars were anxious, and they were already a little stupid.

Just when he was disheartened, the scholar picked up a string of exquisite paper money on the ground, all of which were the size of a palm.

Although the size of the palm is not very big, it can also write more than 100 words, and this string of paper money can also be used for a long time.

Scholars read the books of sages, naturally there are fewer taboos, but the truth of taking without asking is broken, and they hurriedly kowtowed, took the paper money and left in a hurry, and went home to make fire and ink for the time being.

But that very night, something strange happened. The scholar found that the words he had written on the paper money would scatter and condense into a strange ornament after a while. No matter how much people who don't believe in ghosts and gods, they will be frightened when they encounter this, not to mention the sound of bamboo sticks hitting the ground in the courtyard. It sounds like someone walking back and forth in the yard on crutches.

The scholar wanted to see it, but he didn't dare to look at it, so he blocked the door with a stool and sat on it and recited the Analects silently.

But at this moment, the voice stopped at the door. The scholar's face was colorless, he only felt that there was hell next door, and he didn't dare to sit down anymore, so he hurriedly got up and kicked over the brazier. The hot carbon particles were scattered all over the room, just in time to ignite the paper money, and it quickly burned out.

The sound of bamboo poles sounded in the courtyard, and after a few moments, the sound disappeared.

The scholar didn't dare to sleep anymore, so he sat on the bed and hugged him until dawn.

When I opened the door at dawn, I saw that the yard was full of traces of bamboo pole pokes, especially next to the door. The scholar's heart was numb when he saw it, so he wanted to go to the gods in the village to come and have a look.

Although reluctantly, Shenhan still came to take a look, but he didn't find any clues, but thought that the scholar himself poked around the courtyard to entertain him, and left angrily.

The scholar himself wondered, but the paper money had been burned out, and there was no evidence of it except for the holes in the courtyard, so he had to leave it.

Anyone who reads books is probably a little roundabout, but the paper money has been burned, and there is no future trouble, so he will put his mind at ease and continue to read.

This one was fine during the day, but at night, something strange happened again.

The scholar's family is poor, so he naturally can't afford to make a candle, and at night he can only do things by the glimmer of the brazier, and he can't read the book, mainly by silent recitation and self-defense.

I tossed around all day during the day, and I didn't have the heart to do anything else at night, so I went to bed early. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, the scholar was awakened by a cold air.

The room became brightly lit at some point, and there was a large table of dishes in the middle, and a circle of people sat around the table, staring straight at the dishes in the middle of the table, and no one moved their chopsticks.

The scholar was so frightened that he immediately closed his eyes, but he felt that it was not a problem to close his eyes so old. It's impossible to close your eyes and shut people up. Second, I am a person who reads the books of sages, how can I be intimidated by these ghosts?

Thinking of this, the scholar's anger and blood surged, and he was about to scold when he opened his eyes. As soon as I opened my eyes, I almost bit my tongue.

At this moment, the people at the table had already left the table, and gathered around his bedside, and faces with unknown facial features were facing him, as if they were facing the table just now.

The scholar couldn't stand this, screamed, and fainted.

When he woke up, it was already dawn, everything was normal in the room, the table and the group of weirdos were gone.

The scholar got up and looked around and didn't find anything wrong, but there was a stack of fine rice paper on the desk. The scholar was overjoyed, and decided that God had pity on him for studying hard, so he sent a god to deliver paper, and knelt down to thank him at the moment, complaining in his heart that he was disrespectful to the gods last night, and he fainted.

On that day, the scholar moved the pen like flying, and put the splendid book on the paper in his belly, only to feel hearty, and unconsciously it was evening.

The scholar is not yet enjoyable, but the light of day has fallen. When he was bored, there was a faint light in the courtyard, and a woman in white walked in with an oil lamp in her hand.

Without waiting for the scholar to speak, the woman told her intentions. It turned out to be a rich lady from a neighboring village, because she learned that the scholar studied hard and fell in love, so she came to meet and complained heartily.

The scholar has been studying hard for ten years, and he has never seen such a battle, and he is convinced of it at the moment, and he is moved to write a long article with oil lights......

The red sleeves were fragrant and there was nothing to say all night, and when it was dawn, the woman agreed to come back when she had a child, and left in a hurry, and the scholar sat in front of the desk, thinking about the gentle and touching place, and was at a loss.

Finally, when the time came, the woman brought some wine and food to drink with the scholars. When the scholar got this adventure, he was so excited that he wanted to sleep with the woman. The woman stopped her from doing so, asking the scholar to study hard, and the time of the title of the gold list was the day of the candles in the cave room.

The scholar was vigilant, naturally agreed, and then studied more diligently. The woman also came over every once in a while to send some food, clothing, and the four treasures of the study.

Half a year passed, and the day of the exam arrived. The night before leaving, the scholar waited to say goodbye to the woman, but no one came, only at dawn at the door found a bag entangled, inside there was a note, on which was a line of hairpins, asking the scholar to come back no matter what the test was!

The scholar has been going for a year, and he really got into the exam, and he got a fat shortage after being played up and down by people.

This scholar is not an ungrateful person, and he misses the woman in his heart, so he takes advantage of returning to his hometown to boast about the official, and wants to finish the marriage by the way.

After going back, the neighbors congratulated the scholar and thanked him, but the woman was nowhere to be found. I inquired about it, and there was no such rich family around.

The scholar was bored, and he dispersed with everyone, but still went back to his former residence to live, wanting to see if he could see this woman.

Sit upright all night.

Early the next morning, the scholar got up, but picked up a note at the door of the room, opened it and looked at it, was shocked, and hurried to the firewood room to look for it.

As soon as he entered the firewood room, the scholar saw a pile of dry firewood revealing half of his white placket with a little ink on it. hurriedly stepped forward and pulled it, but it shattered.

The thing behind the placket was pulled over by this blow, and the scholar was so frightened that he sat on the ground. The one who turned around was a ragged paper man, and his dull white face was exactly the same as the woman!