Chapter Thirty-Eight: People Are Scary

The tall man was a head shorter than me, craned his neck, his small eyes widened, and looked at me nervously.

"Isn't this the one who is high-end and high-end?" Yang Shujun said curiously, "Why do you live here?" ā€

Miss Bai whispered, "Uncle Yang, how do you speak?" ā€

Yang Shujun smiled, licked his lips and said, "It just so happens that the fish was salty before, Brother Dashang, do you have water at home?" ā€

Gao Dashang looked at Yang Shujun nervously and swallowed his saliva.

"Don't worry, we're just here to rest under the pretext of water, not to ask you for the compensation that Village Chief Zhao gave you." Yang Shujun said.

I then understood why Gao Dashang was so nervous when he saw us, and when he heard Yang Shujun say this, Gao Dashang raised a thin hand and wiped the sweat on his head, and said with a forced smile, There is water, come in.

The room was dark and very shabby, with portraits of Lenin, Stalin, and ** on the walls, the paper was already yellow and mildew, covered with dust, and a broken fishing net hung in the corner. Extremely incommensurate with the simplicity of the house, an old man is sitting on a broken stone bench under the portrait, nibbling on a roast chicken with crispy skin and tender meat.

The old man ate very attentively and devotedly, and his cheeks were full of oil and bulging. At the old man's feet was a deflated broken pot, and on the edge of the pot there was a half-gnawed roast chicken, which should be tall. Judging by the situation, this roast chicken should have been bought by the father and son with the money given to them by Village Chief Zhao. I can't help but feel a little sad.

Seeing us come in, the tall father panicked, and the roast chicken slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground. Yang Shujun hurriedly explained to the old man, saying that we were here to rest and ask for water to drink. The tall father nodded tremblingly, picked up the roast chicken in a panic and put it in his arms, then grabbed the half of the roast chicken on the edge of the pot in his hand, picked up the broken pot and handed it to Yang Shujun. Only then did we notice that there was a small half pot of water in the pot, and a layer of oil was floating on the water. Miss Bai and I looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and said in my heart, can I drink this? Yang Shujun stared at the pot and swallowed his saliva, 'hehe' smiled and said, I... I suddenly lost my thirst again.

Although the unpleasant smell in the house mixed with the smell of roast chicken was a little disgusting, I said in my heart that I could learn something about Gaojia Village through the father and son, so I didn't rush to leave. I gave the old man a cigarette and chatted with him for a while, but the old man gradually became less nervous.

I changed the subject, "Uncle, why don't you live on this river beach and don't go to the village?" What should I do if the Yellow River floods during the flood season? ā€

"If it is flooded, go to the embankment and build a shack to live." The old man sighed.

The old man seemed to be unaccustomed to cigarettes, and his hand holding the cigarette was very unnatural, so he took a hard puff and said, "The people of the village will not let us live."

"Why?" The three of us asked in unison.

Gao Da sued us that his grandfather was upside down, and his father followed his grandmother's surname Gao. After his grandmother's death, the family lost their status in Gaojia Village, and at first they were ostracized and bullied everywhere, and later, the people of Gaojia Village simply drove them out of the village. The tall grandfather had to build a stone house on this river beach, and the family lived here, relying on the Yellow River to catch fish in the nets.

"Fuck, the people in Gaojia Village still think that they are more expensive, right, and that shitty place is still xenophobic." Yang Shujun said, "I think it's better to live on this river beach than in their village." ā€

"What about your daughter-in-law, how did she die?" I asked.

"My daughter-in-law..."

Gao Dashang's father coughed, and Gao Dashang was silent.

"Alas," the old man sighed, "I was washing clothes in the river, and I was accidentally swept into the whirlpool, and I rushed down (downstream) for several miles, and I ran out of gas when I fished it up..."

There is no doubt that this old man is not telling the truth, and we have not exposed him. I also asked the old man about some customs in Gaojia Village, and the old man said that Gaojia Village would hold an ancestor worship ceremony every two months, killing pigs and sheep. When worshipping ancestors, they can participate as descendants of the Gao family and eat at a banquet.

"What do you think, how did this tall wife die?" Coming out of the tall house, I asked in a low voice.

Miss Bai shook her head, "You don't know a Qimen magician, how can we know?" ā€

"The Qimen Sorcerer is not omnipotent." I smiled slightly, "Besides, it's not a coroner." ā€

"Alas, the family is also pitiful." Yang Shujun sighed.

Later that afternoon, we found a quiet place on the river beach, pulled some grass and slept on it. When I woke up in the evening, I saw the sunset covering the western sky, and the red sun hung on the river in the distance. Miss Bai stood by the river with her hands on her chest, as if she had melted into the glow, and I couldn't help but look stupid. With Miss Bai's "Little Black, come back", I came back to my senses, only to see that the black dog was actually swimming in the river, arching one after another, and a fierce man plunged into the water, and after a while, a fat and big carp came out.

"Hey, this dog can catch fish, it's amazing!" Yang Shujun also woke up.

The carp weighed five or six pounds, and we gave the head to Hei, but poor Hei was swollen by the fish's struggle.

It was getting dark, and when it felt like the time was about right, we decided to go out to the village to save the fox. Yang Shujun said that he would not go, and he followed and did not know whether to save the fox or we to save him. We let Hei stay with him and keep him safe.

After taking the bag containing the magic weapon, Miss Bai and I climbed over the river embankment. The moonlight shone on the bare fields, and they were empty everywhere. After a while, I came to the reed swing, which looked very mysterious at night, and was filled with all kinds of subtle sounds.

Skirting the reeds, we came to the village. The village is very quiet, and the mud houses stand in the moonlight, giving the impression of returning to the pre-liberation period. When we came to the village branch, we hid behind a big tree and looked out into the yard. I saw that the room where the fox was closed was dark, and there was no sound to be heard, and there were two straw mats at the door, and seven or eight villagers were sitting on the mats and chatting while smoking dry cigarettes, and the fire was flickering and dimming.

"What should I do?" Miss Bai asked quietly.

"Let's see."

After waiting for nearly an hour, the hands I held with Miss Bai were sore. The villagers chatted in lower and lower voices, and they all looked sleepy. I really can't think of a good way to get the fox out without having to do anything with these villagers.

"Well, I'll lure them away, and you go in and save the fox." I said.

"How?" Miss Bai asked.

I bit my lip and thought for a moment, and whispered, "Come over here." ā€

"Hey, are you leading them or me? It's all come so far. Miss Bai said.

I smiled and looked around, only to see a collapsed house not far away.

"Come here."

I dragged Miss Bai to the grassy yard in front of the house.

"What are you doing here?" Miss Bai asked.

"There won't be anyone here, Miss Bai can give me makeup with peace of mind."

"Makeup?" Miss Bai frowned.

"That's right." I laughed, "Hurry up, use your makeup case to paint me a ghost makeup, the more terrifying the better, I'll see if I can scare those villagers away." ā€

"Yours is the real thing, okay... Oh, don't move, or how am I going to draw for you? ā€

"Shhhh

After finishing the painting, Miss Bai took a few steps back, then covered her mouth and stomach and laughed violently.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Since... See for yourself, hahaha..."

Taking the mirror from Miss Bai's hand, I looked at the moonlight, "Wow, I asked you to paint ghost makeup, why did you paint me as Sister Pomegranate?" ā€

"It's good, it's good, as soon as Sister Pomegranate appeared, all those villagers fell under your skirt, hook, hook their fingers, and they all went with you, hahahaha..."

In the middle of the hee-hee-ha, Miss Bai touched up my makeup again, I changed my coat with her, she wore mine, and I wore hers.

"Don't give me your coat to burst."

"Don't worry." I laughed.

After laughing, I took out a piece of yellow paper, tore it into strips, gritted my teeth, and said, "Geng (how) is it, like nothing (no) like a ghost?" ā€

"It's so fun, I'm going to dress up too!" Miss Bai's childlike heart is uplifted.

I took the yellow paper out of my mouth and sighed, "Adults pretend to be ghosts, don't make trouble with small pot friends." ā€

"I'll kick you to death, you're a little pot friend..."

After Miss Bai painted herself a ghost makeup, the two walked back. As they approached the village branch, the two took a light step.

"Wait a minute, I'll explore the way first, and then I'll count one, two, three, and we'll jump out together." I whispered.

I looked left and right, picked up a brick and threw it into the yard of the village branch, and the brick fell to the ground with a 'plop' sound.

"Who? ā€¦ā€

"Who? ā€¦ā€

Miss Bai and I hurriedly bit the yellow paper, and after I counted one, two, three, the two of them jumped into the yard one after the other, jumping and 'whining' in their mouths.

"I'm cĒŽo! ā€¦ā€

"I'm a mother! ā€¦ā€

The villagers shouted and ran away without a trace. The moon followed suit and hid in the clouds.

"Sister Pomegranate, this female ghost is guarding here, you open the door to save the little fox." Miss Bai said.

"Oh'er!" I gestured.

The door was unlocked, and when I pulled it horizontally, I pulled it down. I pushed the door and came into the house, and in the daz, I saw the fox curled up in the corner of the wall, and when I came in, he hummed a few times, and two slender, green eyes flashed at me.

The fox was quite heavy, with its legs and feet tied, and it took me a lot of effort to pick it up, and the fox hummed as he affectionately raised his wet mouth and rubbed it against my chin.

When I came outside, I saw Miss Bai jumping around in the yard.

"Yuxin, don't make trouble, let's go... Yuxin? ā€

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