The landlord who held the banquet was surnamed Wu, named Fugui, and was already forty or fifty years old. Uncle Bai revealed a shocking news to us, saying that Wu Fugui is also a corpse digger, and he has been doing it for longer than him, and this Wu Fugui is the villager who found the floating coffin of the Yellow River four months ago.

But it's also strange to say, since the fight soon after he also washed his hands and stopped being a corpse digger, and then his son who went to Shanxi to dig coal suddenly made a fortune, sent a large amount of money back to build a house, and now he is a landlord who eats well and wears well, so angry!

When the old bustard heard this, he said that there must be something wrong here, could it be that a fairy came out of the floating coffin of the Yellow River that time, and fulfilled his wish, and suddenly became rich? I also agree with the bustard. Something must have been hidden from this.

Originally, the bustard and I wanted to sneak in to eat and drink, and then find a chance to check on this Wu Fugui's matter, Uncle Bai said that there is no need to be secret, there are more people in the village, Wu Fugui is already old, and his memory is not good, so naturally there are many faces that are unfamiliar, plus he is not short of these pairs of chopsticks, so it is no big deal for us to be mixed in.

Tang Haitang was reluctant to go, saying that he wanted to stay in the house for a while, so Uncle Bai took me and the bustard to this banquet.

The banquet was scheduled to begin at four o'clock in the afternoon, and we set off for a nap. Outside the village, the sky has almost darkened a little, and the horizon is as hazy as a mucous membrane, and it is a little solemn to see. Wu Lao Lai's house is built on the open space two or three hundred meters away from the west of the village, and then one or two kilometers is the lower bank of the Yellow River, which happens to be the downwind direction, and it is also the most windy place, this day happens to be the autumn equinox of the solar term, the chill is becoming more and more obvious, we walk towards Wu Fugui's house, and we are greeted by Xiao Xiao's cold wind with the smell of dirt on the side of the Yellow River.

Slowly, the newly built house was slowly revealed in our ever-expanding horizons. It looked really imposing: a two-story western-style building, covered with vermilion bricks, surrounded by a large courtyard with high walls, and lights hanging on the four corners of the walls. It would not be surprising if this house was placed in the next 20 years, but in China in the 70s, especially this kind of remote ravines and ravines, this kind of western-style building really stood out from the crowd.

Before we reached the building, we heard a noisy human voice, mixed with the sound of a few firecrackers from time to time. A little further on, it was even louder, and when we reached the bottom of the house, we saw that there were already a large number of villagers standing in the courtyard, bustling, chatting and chatting there, and the sound of conversation came out as if it were overwhelming, so lively!

Further inside, there were tables covered with red cloths, about seven or eight, square and round. On the table were already placed snacks such as peanuts and edamame, as well as two or three jars of wine. For me, this kind of scene can only be seen when the people in the village have a wedding feast.

The old bustard saw that his mouth was itchy, and the alcohol addiction was hooked out like this, and as soon as he sat down at a table with Uncle Bai, he hurriedly put up a jar of wine on the table, and couldn't wait to pull out the red cloth on his head, ho! The aroma of pure wine just came out straight out. The old bustard poured himself a full cup, raised his head and lowered his stomach, then closed his eyes, smashed his mouth as if he was still reminiscing about the lingering fragrance in his mouth, a picture of great enjoyment. It seems that if there is some ink in the stomach, he can compose poems like Li Bai.

The old bustard poured and drank several glasses in a row, and the alcohol addiction was relieved, and then he poured another cup and handed it to me: "Brother Xu, you taste it, it's a good wine!" ”

I waved my hand: "I don't drink." ”

"Hey! Give it a try. The bustard put the glass to my lips again.

I'm not a big fan of alcohol. The bustard leaned the wine glass into it, and the smell of wine came up and down from under my nose, which was a little choking. I stretched out my hand and just wanted to push the wine glass away from the old bustard's hand, when I suddenly inadvertently saw a blurred face on the surface of the wine in the glass! Her face was dark, and I could only faintly see her distorted features.

Am I dazzled? I was stunned, rubbed my eyes and looked at it again, but I saw that the face in the wine suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were white and abrupt, staring directly at me empty! I shuddered and spilled the wine from the bustard's hand on the ground.

"What's wrong?" The bustard looked wrong with me and asked with a slight frown.

"A cup, a face in a cup."

"You're drunk with the smell of alcohol, aren't you? Where is the next human face in this wrist-sized cup? ”

"It's not." I straightened my back, the expression on my face a little nervous, "That face is a reflection." Someone, someone watching both of us from behind! ”

The bustard was stunned for a moment, and then he turned around with me. When our eyes fell, we saw a black figure standing on the balcony on the second floor of the building! Her face was blurry and gloomy, but her eyes were glowing with a faint white light, and she was looking directly at me and the bustard!

Before we could see clearly, the figure seemed to know that the bustard and I had noticed her, and suddenly she shook her body, and immediately hid in the back room, and disappeared from our view.

"Xu Xuan, have you seen clearly?" The bustard asked me.

"I didn't see it clearly." I shook my head and guessed, "Isn't it the Bergamot agent again?" ”

Hearing me say this, the bustard also thinks that it is very likely that this spy must not have left since he suffered the loss of the three of us, and most of them have been surround and secretly watching us. So the bustard wanted to get up and check, but I held it down: "There are so many people, the banquet has just begun, and the departure of the public is inevitably a little conspicuous, and we two outsiders will inevitably have a big misunderstanding if we are caught trespassing into someone else's house without permission, so we still wait, and when the banquet is halfway through, the departure of the scene to pee and pee, the people are almost scattered, let's sneak in and see, if it is a member of the Buddha's Hand Society, as long as we don't leave, he will naturally not leave." ”

The old bustard thought about it and thought it was right, so he settled in his seat, pretending to be casual and burying his head in the food and drink, I was the same, but my mind was no longer here, and at the same time, I was also vigilant and looked around from time to time.

Probably after all the side dishes on the table are finished, the banquet has officially begun. As soon as the first dish was put on the table, the steaming heat of the food had not yet dissipated, when a voice was heard from behind:

"Eat and drink well, everyone!"

Looking back at the voice, a man wearing a cotton hat, a cotton jacket and cotton pants, and a horse coat hanging on his head stood in the middle of the wine table and greeted the villagers sitting in the seats with a smile. As soon as I looked at this face, I was familiar with it, it was the man in the picture in the newspaper that Tang Haitang gave, that is, the villager Wu Fugui who found the floating coffin of the Yellow River. His current figure is very different from the previous thin and shriveled figure, and the whole person is much fatter, but he looks more energetic.

"It's only been four months, how much delicacies and seas have this Wu Fugui eaten to make up for such a red face?" The old bustard also saw this change, and after that, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he seemed to notice something conspicuous, pulled down my sleeve, pointed to me and said, "Look, why is there a bag bulging on the old man's leg?" ”

I looked along and it was. Although Wu Fugui was wearing cotton pants on his legs, they were not thick, and he could clearly see that a fist-sized bag bulged out of his calves.

The old bustard asked Uncle Bai, who was sitting on the side: "Uncle Bai, is there anything wrong with this Wu Fugui?" I saw he had a swollen bag on his leg. ”

Uncle Bai looked at it, sighed, and explained: "I don't know about this, he said it was a tumor, and the hospital in the county town said that it couldn't be planted, so it kept it there, as if it appeared when he didn't do the job of collecting corpses four months ago." ”

Uncle Bai's words made the old bustard suddenly stunned, and then he seemed to think of something, pulled my sleeve hard again, and said something that made me feel unbelievable:

"Xu Xuan, take a closer look at his bag, it doesn't look like the pimple on your leg?"