Xuan's wife went to bed early due to fatigue, but although my grandfather worked in the paddy fields, he couldn't sleep that night. He knew from Xuan Po that the red-haired ghost was in new trouble, a person who called himself "Gui Taoist" suddenly visited, and another Xuan Po grabbed a chain that did not have any burns but made the red-haired ghost miserable.

Your Taoist? I've never heard of this person. According to the appearance described by Xuanpo, he should be an elderly person. Now that you're old, you should have heard of it. But why have you never heard of this man? Why did he arrive at the red-haired ghost's house on the night when the pervert was looking for him? These questions lingered in Grandpa's head. As soon as Grandpa closed his eyes, the female pervert standing on the floor came to mind again.

And the story told by that "noble Taoist", is it true or false? There is also the silver coin he mentioned, and he seems to have seen a silver coin himself, but I don't know if it is the same one. Although he had seen a silver coin, he could not remember where or when he saw it. After all, people are old, and their memory is far less than before. Could a mere silver coin have the function of a demanding respawn land? If it is true, how did this Taoist priest know about this matter that is quite far away in time?

A lot of question marks were tied in Grandpa's head, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Grandpa got up from the quilt that had been covered with heat, looked at the basin and poured half a basin of warm water, soaked his feet for half an hour, and finally gathered a little sleepiness, but when he was about to undress, his stomach suddenly rumbled for a while.

"It's over, it's a tummy problem." Grandpa muttered to himself.

When grandma heard this, she scolded angrily: "I said don't walk around outside last night, you don't listen to me, this time it's really upset!" Deserve! ”

Grandpa nodded embarrassedly, holding his stomach and running to the toilet.

At that time, no matter in the city or the countryside, there seemed to be no concept of toilet paper, and books and paper were generally used to go to the toilet. In some families, children have not yet gone to school or are no longer in school, and even pick pumpkin leaves.

Grandpa squatted in the latrine for a long time, and his stomach was slightly more comfortable. He pulled out a random wad of paper from a gap in the earthen wall and rubbed it vigorously. Because the paper will be bitten by rats if it is left well, people stuff the paper in the gap of the earthen wall, and then pull it out when they need to use it. This was the habit of the countryside at that time.

When Grandpa was kneading the book paper, his eyes inadvertently glanced at a few brush words on the book paper. At this glance, the eyes never left. Isn't that my father's handwriting? What surprised him even more was that the words "female pervert" happened to be among the few words that were glimpsed. Grandpa was excited, and hurriedly flattened the paper and looked at the snow-white moonlight. Although my grandfather is old, his eyesight is much better than I was at that time.

He squatted like that, reading the calligraphy on the crumpled paper in the moonlight. Suddenly, all sides fell silent, and even the grasshoppers in the corner of the wall stopped chirping. Grandpa looked at the words on the paper with a focused expression, his eyebrows tightened.

After reading the words on the paper, Grandpa hurriedly pulled out a ball of paper from the other gaps in the earthen wall. This time he didn't rush to knead the soft paper, but squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, and then stuffed it into his pocket. He pulled out another wad of paper from one place and repeated the same action. Grandpa repeated this action endlessly as he shouted, "Hey, wife, bring me some toilet paper!" ”

Grandma responded impatiently: "Isn't there toilet paper everywhere in the latrine?" What else do you want me to send? ”

Grandpa's stomach rumbled a few more times, and Grandpa stopped moving, rubbed his belly, and shouted with trembling teeth: "These are treasures!" I can't use it anymore! Send toilet paper! After shouting, he looked around for other gaps in the earthen wall.

"What a treasure is in the latrine! Isn't it too hard to read? When you knead it soft, you can use it. It was so cold at night that I didn't want to get up. Aren't you, old man, trying to torture me! Although Grandma said so, the person had already gotten up and looked for the little print book that my uncle had finished writing on the table.

That night, Grandpa's half-hour soaking effort was in vain, he lit the lamp, put the crumpled toilet paper under the flickering flame, pointed his finger at the vigorous brush on it, read word by word, and read a small sound in his mouth.

"What's that? So important? Grandma leaned in to look, but her eyes were much worse than her grandfather's, and she saw only black ink.

Grandpa turned around and helped her away, saying, "This is a precious thing left by my father, more precious than your jade bracelet." ”

"More precious than this jade bracelet?" Grandma sat obediently next to her, looking down at the jade bracelet in her hand. That jade bracelet is a family heirloom passed down by Grandpa's grandfather. There is nothing special about the jade, but the center of the jade is filled with blood, and the blood-like liquid circulates in it. Later, when my uncle got married, my grandmother passed the bloodshot bracelet to my aunt, but my aunt and my uncle fell to the ground during a quarrel, and the bracelet broke into several pieces, and the liquid in it was lost.

Grandpa looked at the toilet paper and asked, "When did all this paper end up in the latrine?" ”

Grandma thought about it, but shook her head and said, "How do I remember?" Before your father died, there was a lot of paper stuffed in the latrine, and later there were some new ones that were used up. Grandma straightened her neck to look at the toilet paper under the lamp, and wondered, "What is it?" Is this paper still useful? ”

Grandpa flicked the light on the lamp with his fingers, and the fire brightened a little. Grandpa looked at the jumping fire and said, "Why is it useless?" Very useful. But forget about what has been lost. Tomorrow help me go to the next house to find out if there is any paper with the same handwriting. "The house next door was where my grandfather lived when he was alive.

"Hmm." Grandma agreed.

"You go to sleep first, I'll take a good look at these things and sort them out." Grandpa waved to grandma.

Grandma added some kerosene to the lamp and fell asleep.

Staring at the toilet paper under the light, Grandpa sometimes looked nervous and sometimes stretched his eyebrows, and all those who had seen it were put away, and those who had not seen it were piled up high on the other side of the lamp. Because the papers are all in a clump, there are not many sheets even if they are stacked that high. However, the calligraphy on the paper is slightly finely written. Many small winged flying insects flew out of the dark corners of the room and danced around the flames of the lamps.

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