I put the coins and food stamps aside and started reading the letters. If these are all letters sent to Uncle Zhang by others, there is no reason why he should not open them. Is it because he is illiterate? But even so, it's okay to take it apart and ask someone who knows the words to help read it. So I noticed the address on the envelope, and then I realized that these letters were written by Uncle Zhang and sent to the same person, judging from the postmark under the stamp, these letters had been sent, but they were returned.

In those days, letters were the primary means of contact if the two parties did not see each other often, but if a letter was returned, there were only two reasons, either the wrong address or the absence of the person.

And Uncle Zhang's letters were all sent to Zhang Chunsheng of a certain military region, a certain unit, and a certain company and a certain platoon. This Zhang Chunsheng should be what everyone said, Uncle Zhang's son who no one has ever seen. If a person changes his address because he moved, it may be possible to find no one, but even if he is wrong the first time, he can verify it by asking.

In this way, it seems that all the clues currently in possession are connected in series at this moment, and the rifle that appears in the water bowl just corresponds to the attributes of the army. And a certain company and platoon at the address show that this "Zhang Chunsheng" is just a soldier and not an officer. In those days, the standard gun for soldiers was a rifle. However, the letter was returned, apparently not because of an incorrect address, but because the person was missing.

Da Mao asked me, do you need to open these letters and read them? The reason why Da Mao asked this is because he feels that although things have made great progress at this point, the details are still very vague. Especially the reason why Uncle Zhang stayed, is it because of this pile of returned letters? If you think about it, if a person writes to his son, he is nothing more than hoping that his son will reply to the letter to report that he is safe, at least there should be a message. The son's news is gone, and the death of the old man is naturally uneasy. So I said to Da Mao, I'll open the letter now, you help me watch the ghost's movement in the Tianmu seal, if I open the letter to make him unhappy, then let's burn the letter to the old man, and this matter is over.

Da Mao nodded, and looked at it with his hands. I tore the letter slowly according to the date on the postmark, starting with the earliest one, while looking at Da Mao, Da Mao told me, you can open it at ease, this old man's ghost seems to be very calm, even calmer than just now. So I realized that Uncle Zhang was dangling at the bedside before, in fact, he was giving us guidance, hoping that we would find the letter and read it, so that his story and wishes could be known.

The earliest letter is worn out and dated 1946. At that time, I was only 3 years old. It took me a long time to read the dozen or so letters, during which I didn't even notice that Da Mao and Uncle Ma had another fight. After reading it, I finally understood everything completely.

This person named "Zhang Chunsheng" is the son of Uncle Zhang. In 1944, he hid from his family and lied about his age to join the army. Uncle Zhang didn't live in the current place at that time, but when he woke up, he found that his son was gone, so he searched everywhere. Because of his own disability, it is very difficult to communicate with others, and it was not easy to find out from the people on the dock that the child followed a group of newly recruited recruits a few days ago and left the dock by boat collectively. And when I got the news, it was already four days later.

At that time, Chongqing City was still in the period of national army rule, which meant that the army that Zhang Chunsheng participated in was not the army that currently ruled the whole country. And Uncle Zhang himself is also a soldier, so he knows that even if he finds his son at this moment, he can't let him go home again, because it is called a deserter, and he will be shot. It was only two years after his son joined the army that he learned about his son's troops from the population of his former army.

So Uncle Zhang began to write letters to the child, but they were all returned, because there was no such person named "Zhang Chunsheng" in the army, so Uncle Zhang thought to himself, since the child lied about his age when he joined the army, it is very likely that even the name is fake, and he doesn't know which name he uses, so naturally he can't find it. But he still insisted on writing a letter to the child from time to time, with a fluke mentality, in case his son saw that one day there was a recipient of the letter as "Zhang Chunsheng", he would know that he had written to him.

The last letter was written in March 1950. After that, he did not write any more letters, because if Zhang Chunsheng had not defected to the enemy, or had not died on the battlefield, this army would have been impossible to find from this time on. From that time on, Uncle Zhang sat and waited on the dock every day, because after the battle, his son was not an officer, and it was time to retire from the army, he had nowhere else to go, maybe he would return to his hometown. Uncle Zhang found a handyman at the dock to maintain his own life, every day after work, he sat on the dock rain or shine until the last boat docked, looking forward to the day when his son would come back from the dock where he left, he dressed himself up cleanly, hoping that when his son saw him, he was still the same as he was back then, just a little older. However, this sitting is more than ten years.

After reading the letter, I couldn't put into words the feeling in my heart. It's a pity, after all, even if I know the ins and outs of the matter, I can't help Uncle Zhang contact his son, after all, I don't know whether Zhang Chunsheng has been killed in battle, captured, or retreated to Taiwan with the national army.

I have no other way to communicate with the souls than to ask the rice of the water bowl round light technique, and I can only give a choice and answer to them. Da Mao can only see, and can only communicate with the revenant soul if the other party cooperates. At present, if I do supernatural Dharma deeds and burn the letter to Uncle Zhang, although I am confident that I can send him on the road safely, this is a huge regret for Uncle Zhang after all. He chose to stay after his death in order to find his son, and if I send him away, his obsession will not be eliminated after all.

So I decided to ask Mi again, I asked Uncle Zhang's soul, if you are willing to follow me first, I will keep your letter for the time being, and in the future, I will find out Zhang Chunsheng's whereabouts for you no matter what, whether it is life or death, I will give you an explanation in front of your spirit. If you wish, seven meters sink three and float four, and then float again.

I asked twice before I received a response, and it was obvious that Uncle Zhang was very hesitant about the choice I gave. But after all, he knew that he was dead, and even if he really waited for his son, it was just a worship at the grave, and it was only a matter of time before he agreed to my choice.

So after asking rice for the second time, Uncle Zhang agreed to me. I walked outside the house and told Uncle Ma and Da Mao, and the two people who were arguing so much thought that this should be the best way to do so. I asked Uncle Ma to run over first and tell those aunts and aunts, saying that we are now going to do the last transcendent ritual for Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang was deeply cared for by the neighbors during his lifetime, and now he is going to really say goodbye, and if everyone can come to see him off, he will also be very happy.

However, the neighbors came, and there were many people standing outside the small house. Under the gaze of everyone, I began to drop flags and do supernatural rituals for Uncle Zhang. The neighbors probably heard Uncle Ma tell the reason why Uncle Zhang stayed, and they all said that they would try their best to help inquire about Zhang Chunsheng's whereabouts. So when I gave him overdose, he seemed very gentle, and despite the regrets, he was relieved.

After the ceremony, I wrote my address to the surrounding neighbors, telling everyone that I would try my best to ask friends in the rivers and lakes to inquire together, and I will take this letter with me for the time being.

When Uncle Ma saw that I had dealt with this matter, the stone in his heart fell to the ground. He asked me how much money you would need. I thought about it and said, "Let's be 10,000 yuan." Uncle Ma was taken aback and was so frightened that he didn't speak for a long time. I laughed and said, you just give me the 10,000 yuan of fiat currency that Uncle Zhang gave you as a reward. This money was given to you when he was a ghost, and if Zhang Chunsheng is found in the future, this money can also be used as a medium for me to build a bridge.

Just when I was about to say goodbye, I found that Da Mao had become very popular among those aunts and aunts. Everyone praised him for being cute and sensible, and said that he had such good skills at a young age or something, hmph, I'm the master who did supernatural things for Uncle Zhang, okay, you only praise him and don't praise me, no mistake.

Since that day, Da Mao has become a very important friend of mine, he is still young, although the methods he has learned are different, but if he wants to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts, he is indeed a little worse in all aspects. Since that day, I have become more and more familiar with him and become good friends.

As Master said, although the ending was still not perfect, it made me feel the return of my faith, and I realized that the original human feelings are so simple, and no matter what I did in life, the reluctance and concern at the time of death are so pure. Originally, Uncle Ma didn't have to make such a big detour to complete it, he just needed to solve the problem, but he agreed with my approach from beginning to end. There is also a group of kind-hearted neighbors, everyone is silently helping an old man who can't help himself.

It touched me and made me feel that helping others, whether they are alive or dead, is so happy.

When I got home, I told Master what had happened, and Master praised me for the way I handled it well and promised that he would ask someone to help me inquire. And in May 1966, I finally got the news. It turned out that Zhang Chunsheng did join the army under a false name, saved his life on the battlefield, and became a prisoner. Later, after ideological education, he took refuge in the light. At present, he is already serving as a propaganda officer for ideological construction in a certain military region. When I wrote to him to tell him the news of his father's death, he said that he would return to his hometown as soon as possible to worship.

However, I did not burn those letters to Uncle Zhang, but handed them over to Zhang Chunsheng for safekeeping. All I had left was the stamps and the fiat currency that was no longer usable.

After solving this matter, the neighborhood of Wanglongmen gradually spread the story of me and Da Mao. At first, people kept hearing that there was such a young master, who had the ability and was willing to help, and the number of people who found the master's family gradually increased.

After I helped them solve some big or small things, my skills began to become more and more mature, and I still have the habit of reviewing the process with Master every time I complete the order. Master's guidance and correction are getting less and less, which means that I am becoming more and more like him.

However, in September 1966, such seemingly glorious days suddenly changed dramatically.