"Brother, I remember him, Wang Guangxue is the first generation of polymer chemistry researchers in China, I heard that he studied in France at the age of 14, is the first generation of experts in China to study abroad, do you remember the late Qing Dynasty in history sent out a group of students to study abroad? Among them is him. Later, when World War II began, he was in charge of the synthesis technology of polymer compounds in the Republic of China, but for some reason mysteriously disappeared in 1939.www.biquge.info The incident was in an uproar throughout the country, and it was even published in the newspapers, and many people said that he was poached by the US imperialists and that he was a guy who admired foreign countries. ”

"Ya'er, okay, you, you know better than me, do you know so much?" Wushuang looked at Ma Ya again. I have never read these things in books or official history, and I don't know where this mountain girl heard about it.

Ma Ya said that I didn't hear this from anywhere, but my grandfather said it to me himself. Back then, my grandfather once dug up a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in the mountains, which was priceless. At that time, people were superstitious and said that Ganoderma lucidum was fairy meat. Professor Wang Guangxue spent a lot of money to collect the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum from my grandfather, studied the chemical composition of this heavenly treasure for a long time, and later published an article in the newspaper, in which my grandfather's name was specifically mentioned. My grandfather was very happy when he saw the newspaper for the first time, and the Xinmin Daily of the Republic of China is still in my house.

"No wonder this name is familiar, people who dare to love still have real talent to learn. But it's a pity that the Chinese government didn't know how to cherish talents at that time, and didn't such a great scientist end up in the hands of little Japan?"

"Hey!" Hearing Wushuang's words, the ghost inside sighed deeply.

"It's been more than fifty years, you must be aggrieved, right?"

The ghost said leisurely: "Baby, I have been waiting for more than 50 years in this dark ghost place, and today you have finally found it." ”

"I wonder if Mr. Wang still has relatives at home, do you have anything to say to the younger generation to bring back?" asked Wushuang through the window. In feudal society, people with knowledge like this had to be called teachers or sir.

The ghost said, "I think they've long since left, so there's no need." Baby, come in, I have something to tell you. ”

Ma Ya gave Wushuang a straight look and signaled him to be on guard. As Wushuang said, the living and the dead are different in mind. Some dead people are haunted by their own close relatives, and they may be very fond of their grandchildren during their lifetime, and they may regard them as pearls in their palms. But after death, he used another way to love his relatives, and he has always been able to hurt his relatives to death.

Now that I've said that, I'll tell you one more paragraph.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, there was a family in the mountains of Hubei, the old lady Chen died at the age of sixty-two, and the rarest thing for the old lady was the eldest grandson, and the eldest grandson was called Chen Luoqing who was just six years old. It is said that when the old lady was dying, the whole family surrounded her and asked her if she had any last words or unfulfilled wishes.

The old lady only had one breath left in her mouth, and she gasped with difficulty and said, "What about my grandson Luo Qing? ”

In general superstition, it is said that such a child is considered a child, and the child's eyes are clean and easy to see unclean things. Try to keep children away from the seriously ill or dying people, as they will watch the imp lock his person away. Seriously, it may run the child's soul down.

So the parents deliberately didn't let Luo Qing come to see grandma today.

"Mother, Luo Qing has gone to private school, and Mr. will not allow him to come back!" replied Chen's son.

"Grandson...... Grandchild...... Grandma's good grandson......" After the old lady finished speaking, she didn't make a breath and died.

If you want to say that this old lady of the Chen family really likes her grandson, don't want it, she is so sick that she holds a small flower shoe of her grandson Luo Qing in her hand every day, and no one will let go.

But at that time, people were superstitious, people were sure to die, and they had to leave early and late, and the children were still young.

After the old lady smoked, the family wanted to pull the little Xie off in her hand, but the old lady's hand was like a steel tong, and she never let go of her grandson's shoes. had no choice but to put on a birthday dress for the old lady and carry her into the coffin.

At this time, it also happened that a Taoist priest from Youfang passed by here, and when he saw that there was a lot of evil in this village, he walked in.

He opened his mouth and asked who the dead were. The Chen family bluntly told each other, thinking that this Taoist priest was here to "eat white".

The Taoist priest walked to the coffin and looked inside, frowning.

"What is the old woman holding in her hand?"

"Let the Taoist laugh, my mother loved the boy before she was born, and she was still talking about seeing her grandson before she breathed just now. Chen Zi replied.

"Can you let the old man see it?"

"This ...... Forgive me for not being filial!"

The Taoist priest slapped his thigh and scolded: "You unfilial son, you are not filial! If you are not filial, you will not be filial, why doesn't the old man let her see her grandson?

"Is this true? Don't deceive honest people like me. "My family still doesn't believe it, I really think it's a charlatan.

The Taoist priest said, "What are you doing to lie to you?" Just wait! Hmph! The old man will definitely come back to disturb the house in the first seven nights after he leaves!

After saying that, the Taoist priest was angrily swept away. The Chen family was frightened, and hurriedly stopped them, asking if the chief could save him?

"Poor Dao is not a person who loves money, and what I just said is also true! Let me ask you, where was your son when he was in a hundred days?"

"My mother loves her children, and she has been passed down for three generations, so she has always grown up in her mother's arms from childhood to adulthood. The old lady's son replied.

"It's bad, it's bad! On the first seven days, the old lady will come back and take away your son!

"Sir, save my son! My son is the third generation of the Chen family, and the Chen family is waiting for him to renew the incense. ”

Seeing that the Chen family was pious, the Taoist priest said I'll give you a way to try, I just hope that the old lady will still let your son go with the grace of blood relatives.

The Taoist priest asked Chen Luoqing about his birthday, wrote the eight characters on a piece of yellow paper, and then ordered his family to bring the child over, prick the child's middle finger with a needle, and smear the blood on the yellow charm. He asked the Chen family to tie a scarecrow the size of Chen Luoqing, pasted the yellow sheet paper with the eight characters of birth on it on the scarecrow's head, and then put Chen Luoqing's underwear on it.