When Aunt Xu opened a shop opposite Ximen Station, she was once entangled by a female ghost, and later, she used the method on "Autumn Moon Food List" to get the female ghost away.

Before, Wang Gang brought back Liang Yuan's soul from Ximen Station.

There, he said he saw an ancestral hall with a woman in a red cotton jacket.

I estimate that what Wang Gang saw was the same ghost that he met with Aunt Xu.

Zhou Xiaojuan said that she was taken to Ximen Station by my father, if it was really the ancestral home of the Tang family, then what she saw and what happened there, which made her temperament change greatly.

This is the crux of the matter.

Moreover, if what Aunt Huang said is true, then it means that my father had reservations about me before.

Before he and my mother Zhou Xiaojuan, a third party intervened in an emotional dispute or something, not to mention this, at least he had reservations about me at Ximen Station and the Tang family's ancestral house.

Aunt Huang left, and she still didn't eat a bite of the bowl of noodles I gave her.

Didn't Tang Muzhou go to investigate the situation of the Tang family's ancestral house, and ask him how the situation was, as for my mother's return, I won't tell him first.

I took out the phone and was about to call, but Tang Muzhou actually called me.

Answering the phone, his tone over there sounded excited:

"Tang Xiaofan, I found our family's ancestral shrine, and sure enough, it was at Ximen Station, but because of construction, the entrance here has been sealed, and it took me a lot of effort to get inside."

I was also thrilled to hear this:

"yes, that's great, where are you now?"

"I've gone back to the hotel to rest, I'll come to you early tomorrow morning, we'll take you to have a look, I've basically determined the location of the ancestral hall, but I have encountered a little situation."

I asked, "What's the situation?" ”

He paused at the other end: "Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow." ”

With that, he hung up the phone.

Putting away my phone, I silently put away the bowl of noodles of Aunt Huang. The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and as always, the hotter the day, the better the business in the evening.

The night market on Huaihua Street will only close at one o'clock in the evening.

Some vendors will also come to our order to eat something after closing the stall.

These people are regular customers, I usually give them a discount, after all, life is not easy, everyone is still working so late, not all of them come out to earn hard-earned money.

If there was a way, who wouldn't want to sit in an office blowing the air conditioner, 9 to 5 in the morning.

However, not everyone has such good luck.

So I usually pay six yuan for a bowl of noodles, but in this business, I only count them for 5 yuan, and the portion is more than others.

After a long time, taxi drivers in the county town and some rickshaw drivers will also take advantage of this time to come to me to eat a bowl of noodles.

It's good to end the day's business lively, and everyone eats and drinks and chats again.

For example, this old Song who came in was one of the few manpower tricycle drivers in Qingshen County.

When I was a child, the tricycle driver was the main means of transportation in the city.

At that time, there were no buses, and if you wanted to go to a relatively distant place, you would call a tricycle and sit on it to blow the wind, and the driver's feet would pedal fast.

Later, taxis and buses became widespread.

In a place like Qingshen County, the starting price is all there, and the manpower tricycles that used to be everywhere are gradually decreasing.

However, there are still a few people who are sticking to this industry.

Most of them are older people, and many of them can't adapt to changing careers.

Competing with taxis, whether in terms of price or speed, rickshaws are at a disadvantage, so it is becoming more and more difficult to make money.

When I saw Lao Song come in, I beckoned him to sit down.

After talking to Liang Yuan, the other party nodded knowingly, grabbed a handful of one and a half people and put it in.

Lao Song and my father have known each other for more than ten years, and my grandmother is motion sick and can't take a taxi.

When she was sick, she would often take Lao Song's car to the hospital.

After that, Lao Song would wait at the entrance of the hospital, and after my grandmother finished the infusion, she took Lao Song's car to our noodle shop.

After the noodles were cooked, I served them to him, and Lao Song said thank you.

After that, he drew a pair of chopsticks and feasted.

Lao Song is almost sixty years old this year, except for some bows on his back, there is nothing wrong with other places.

After taking a bite of noodles, Lao Song asked me how the recent harvest was.

I said okay, after a pause, I told him that I knocked down the mahjong parlor next to me, and I was going to make Chinese food in the future.

"Then, here, this noodle shop, aren't you going to open it?"

"Of course you want to do it, there will be no delay, and the price will not change, you will still eat at this point in the future, and the taste, amount or anything will not change."

What I said will be what Lao Song cares about.

Sure enough, when Lao Song heard this, his mood suddenly relaxed. I asked him again how business was going today.

Lao Song nodded and said to me: "Tonight, there was a business, I pulled a female guest to Ximen Station, that woman was really generous, gave me a hundred yuan, and said that there was no need to look for it!" ”

When I heard the words "Ximen Station", I was stunned.

Maybe it was Aunt Huang's words just now that made me suddenly sensitive to this place, and at the same time, when I heard him talk about a woman, I instinctively thought of her.

So I cautiously asked Lao Song: "Is that woman in her thirties wearing a goose yellow top?" ”

The tricycle driver who was drinking noodle soup was stunned:

"That's right, what, that woman, you know?"

When I heard that it was really Xia Hong, I chuckled in my heart.

Thinking of being at Rayong's house before, I saw Xia Hong standing downstairs in their house with my own eyes. And according to Wang Xiaoguo, her mother really came to Qingshen County.

Wu Xiugu was also arranged by Xia Hong to take care of my father.

And now, when my mom came back, she showed up, and she went to the West Gate station. The important point is that our Tang family's ancestral house is in that place.

It just so happened that my mother, Zhou Xiaojuan, also came back.

Lao Song continued to eat noodles, I sat in front of him and asked him with a solemn expression: "That woman, where did she go last and where did she go?" ”

Lao Song shook his head: "I don't know about this, it's dark, the place is under construction again, she gave me the money, and said that she didn't need to look for it and left." I was about to say something, but when I looked up, she was gone. ”

I sighed.

This summer red, with so many dendrobiums, is really generous in spending money.

Tomorrow Tang Muzhou is coming to me to go to Ximen Station, and I have to find a three-bedroom apartment for Deng Guihua and them to live in.

That's a lot.