"What is a rice ball? I've been a ghost for more than a year, and I just want to eat our Shaoyang's pig blood balls. ”

A little ghost in the Song family smiled: "I haven't eaten this, but I heard Miss Qinghan say it." Are you also from Shaoyang? Miss Qinghan used to tell her in the store that she had set up a stall at Hankou Wharf to sell this pig's blood ball, and it was also delicious. ”

"Of course it's delicious, and you can swallow it with your tongue."

The new ghost drooled at the thought of the aroma of pig blood balls.

"As for making you greedy like this? It's drooling, it's disgusting. "The four children of the Song family are much older than this new ghost, but when they die, they are still children after all, and they are always childlike and speak straightforwardly.

The new ghost sighed: "I'm so greedy because ...... I was starving. ”

Starving?

The four little ghosts suddenly fell asleep, and one by one crawled out of the bottle, sitting on the table, their legs still swinging, they were really children.

When the new ghost saw them, he sighed: "My son is also your age, but unfortunately, I will never see him again after the yin and yang are separated." ”

"You starved to death, what about your son? Also starved to death? ”

The little girl thought that this man was starving to death, and looked at him with pity in her eyes.

Her father, Mr. Song, is a small clerk, although the family has never been rich, but coarse tea and light rice can always be full, if it were not for Mr. Song's bad heart, they would definitely grow up happily.

"That's my resentment, I gave all the food in the house to my son, and I had to go to the mountains to dig wild vegetables, and then when the wild vegetables were dug up, I went to eat the bark. The bark of the tree has also been eaten, so you will eat Guanyin soil, have you ever eaten Guanyin soil? ”

"I've eaten it, my stomach is swollen, and I can't pull out."

A voice came from the jar in the corner.

"Yes, there is a smell of earth, and I won't be hungry for a while after eating, but I can't get out, and some people's stomachs are swollen like an upside-down drum, and their intestines are broken and they die of pain."

The new ghost sighed: "I didn't eat much, and I was swollen for three days, and I was tired, and my son gave me bread to eat, how could I eat food, so we let each other, but someone passed by, grabbed the cake, spit a few mouthfuls on it, and ate it."

"Ah, that's disgusting."

The children of the Song family all grinned.

"Hmph, you are rich people in big cities, where do you know our suffering, it's the same when I rob things when I beg for food, if you don't spit at the mouth, you will be snatched away, um. Even if you vomit, you may be snatched away. People are going to starve to death, what is there to care about. The voice in the jar said angrily, and when the other ghosts heard it, they all thought: No wonder this ghost is dirty and wants to die, a stench, it turns out that he was asking for food before he was alive.

"I was in a hurry, I chased after and fought with the man, but I didn't eat anything for three days when I ate Guanyin Tuzhu, I didn't eat a mouthful of weeds, I was not the opponent of that person, I was pushed hard by him and hurt my waist, and I couldn't move since then, my son was only eight years old, I couldn't see him waiting to die like me, so I crawled to the commune and begged someone to open a letter of introduction to him...... Go out and ask for food. As long as someone with a stutter can survive. ”

When the new ghost said this, tears fell.

He stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes: "My family used to be a generation of scholars, I also studied in private schools, other people's children are pampered, my son has to go out to ask for food when he is so young, and he didn't come back until I died, I don't know if he is alive or dead." ”

"Is that because you're too lazy?" The little girl timidly asked, "Mom said that people have to be diligent to eat." ”

She looked at the new ghost who was crying silently, and felt that she was talking a little mean, so she hurriedly explained: "Of course, our family is not a rich family, but we can barely eat enough, and we have never been hungry. ”

"My wife is starving, the boss with a swollen belly, and a pit on her body. We had a bad year, almost no harvest, and no seeds for the second year. ”

"In this way, the court wants to provide disaster relief, build a porridge shed, and give porridge."

An old voice in the corner interjected, and listening to the tone, he looked like an old ghost.

"Disaster relief? No one came to provide disaster relief, and I scolded at first, did the country forget about us? Later, some people in the same village went to other places to beg for food, and came back to say that the country did not know about it at all, and other counties were also affected by the disaster, and people reported it, and the above came to provide disaster relief, regardless of coarse grains and fine grains, everyone can always eat, and they can barely survive if they are not full, but our county reported that the annual harvest was very good, and the crops were bumper harvest, not to mention that they did not give us disaster relief grain, and they also pretended to be this year's harvest of grain and sold it publicly. I really thought that our county was in good weather. ”

The old ghost said angrily: "It's really a deception, doesn't the emperor know about such a mediocre official?" ”

"Your Majesty? No, no, the emperor has long been gone, the emperor has been transformed into a newcomer, the newspaper said in what botanical garden to farm, the emperor farms, it's fun. The new ghost couldn't stop waving his hand.

The child of the Song family shouted: "Old ghost, you are all Chen sesame rotten grain, we will have no emperor at that time, and we will already be a people~country." ”

"Hmph, if the emperor doesn't say anything, is this still a country? The country will not be a country, and the country will not be a country. Is...... One generation is not as good as the next. The old ghost muttered angrily.

"Republic ~ country? Shhhh The new ghost looked around cautiously, and a child of the Song family asked, "What are you afraid of, what is a spy?" ”

"It's Taiwan~Bay~Specialty~, you don't know?"

"This is not Taiwan, this is Hong Kong, and this street is called Hollywood Road." The youngest daughter of the Song family corrected him.

"Hong Kong, God, how did I get here? If the people of the commune and the brigade knew about this, they would criticize me. ”

The new ghost trembled, his teeth rattling.

"Joke, you're all dead, what's so scary?"

The old ghost sneered, his voice full of disdain.

"I'm dead, my son is still there, if the brigade knows that I came to Hong Kong, my son will be implicated by me, if he is charged with overseas relations, how will he live in the future."

The new ghost crouched on the ground with his head in his hands, his face full of frustration.

What he said, the ghosts in this shop couldn't understand.

The youngest daughter of the Song family was innocent and kind, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, you go and beg Miss Ye, sign a contract with her, and Miss Ye will help you." ”

The new ghost nodded: "I just want to know about my son's situation, and I want him to have a better life in the future and be able to eat well." ”

Sou! A brown squirrel slid down the handrail of the stairs.

"I don't sleep at night and listen to stories." The squirrel glared at the ghosts dissatisfied, "You, it's you, the new one, don't howl, Miss Ye said, your son is not dead or alive, he went out to ask for food, met a good person, the son of an old couple died in North Korea, look at him cute, leave him as a son." ”

The new ghost laughed first, laughed a few times and frowned: "Be a son for someone else, what about my family's incense?" ”

"What can I do, cold salad, it's your son after all, even if you change your surname and name, it's your son."

The squirrel sighed: "There is no way to do this, it's just that there have been many disasters over the years, Miss Ye said that it will be fine in the future, and it is better than you can imagine." ”

"Phew, there is no emperor, it's always nondescript." The old ghost doesn't buy it.

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