In the middle of the night, you are more ghostly, what are you busy with living people?

In Zhang Xiaokai's countryside, there is a custom that "new ghosts" who have been dead for no more than three years should come out to pick watermelons on the night of the ninth day of the sixth lunar month.

It is said that this is the lonely ghosts wandering in the world, wandering for three years all the wishes have been fulfilled, it is time to go to the underworld to report, the Huangquan Road is far away, buy a watermelon to quench your thirst and cool off.

There is also a saying that there are more wild dogs on both sides of Huangquan Road that eat corpses and hurt their souls, these wild dogs are very ferocious, specifically attacking the heads of passing ghosts, these are some new ghosts who come to report, and the Tao is naturally not as powerful as these wild dogs who have been waiting here for many years, so when you encounter these wild dogs, in order to protect your own safety, you have to think of some ways, because the size and shape of the watermelon and the human head are about the same, so when you meet the wild dogs, you only need to throw the watermelon out to lure these wild dogs away, and the soul is safe.

Watermelon is the kind of fruit we often see in summer, red and green, when the sun is scorching, go out for a walk and get tired of a stinky sweat, go home to take a bath and eat a piece of sweet and sandy watermelon, that is really cool and refreshing!

Therefore, on the ninth night of June every year, people in every family dare not go out of the house, let alone bring the watermelons they bought back to their homes, for fear that which lonely ghosts will take a fancy to their own watermelons and come to the door to ask for them. In addition, for the sake of insurance, everyone will also insert willow branches in front of their homes and windows to ward off evil spirits.

This year, it was the day of the ninth ghost picking watermelons in early June, but there was such an old farmer who planted melons who remembered the wrong day, so on this day, he still stayed in front of his watermelon and sweet potato shed and looked at the watermelons as usual.

This melon field is on the side of the road, and passing pedestrians and vehicles will stop to buy a few if they look at this melon.

The story takes place more than 20 years ago, when there was no electricity in the village, no lighting equipment such as electric lights, and at night if there was no moon, it was pitch black everywhere, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The weather was really hot that night, and the old peasant couldn't sleep, so he moved a chair and took a cool seat in the empty melon field.

Suddenly, someone woke up the farmer and said that he was going to buy watermelons, and when he heard that the business had come to the door, the old farmer was naturally very happy, picked up the bamboo basket and led the two people who came to buy melons to pick watermelons in his own field.

This is really a big customer, and a total of two large baskets were selected, nearly more than 100 catties.

After picking the watermelons, the people who bought the melons looked at these watermelons and had a hard time, because the two of them were just two young women who looked weak, and their thin arms and legs were estimated to be unable to lift these watermelons.

So they asked the old farmer to help them send these watermelons to a certain place, and while talking, they took out a few hundred-yuan bills from the bag and stuffed them into the old farmer's hands without counting, as a reward and the money to buy watermelons, which was much more than the money to buy melons, so the old farmer readily agreed.

The peasant was carrying something, and the two were leading the way, and the three of them chatted and laughed along the way, and walked for about half an hour, and the farmer was a little tired and asked the two women, "The two girls are bothering to ask, are you almost there?" Mengsheng

"It's coming, it's ahead!" replied the two girls with a smile, and sure enough, after a while, the old peasant saw a hut not far in front of him, in which a very faint light flickered from time to time, and in front of the hut you could vaguely see a very narrow and rugged path, and the width of the road was not as wide as the peasant's shoulder.

The closer to the path, the more the old farmer felt a quiet and eerie terrible and cold, the pores on his body were terrifying, and the soles of his feet were still cold and cold, and the cold and piercing feeling became stronger and stronger, from the soles of his feet to his mind, the old farmer realized that something was wrong, and secretly lifted the corner of the basket cover, and was surprised to find that it was filled with dead heads!

After all, the old peasant is also well-informed, and this kind of supernatural and ghostly incident often happens in the countryside, so when the old peasant approached the path, he temporarily suppressed the horror in his heart, stopped, and said to the two girls: "The road here is too narrow, the old man and I are old, my legs and feet are not good, and I am a little tired after walking for so long, I can't get in, so I bother the two girls to pick a road by themselves!"

The two girls refused, so they asked the farmer to help them carry the watermelons into the hut before leaving. The old peasant naturally refused to agree, who knows if the hut was a trick used by two female ghosts, maybe it was a dead man's tomb, and he couldn't get out after entering!

Seeing that the old farmer was about to turn around and leave, the two girls seemed to have the intention of continuing to plead, so they chased after the old farmer for a few steps, but the old melon farmer did not dare to stop, and was so frightened that he ran quickly! At that moment of extreme panic, the peasant suddenly woke up.

"It's okay, it's just a dream!" the old melon farmer let out a long breath, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his hand, and wiped it on his pants casually.

Suddenly, the farmer noticed that there seemed to be something stuffed in his trouser pocket, and when he took it out, he saw that it was several dark coins!

At this time, he realized that today was the ninth day of the sixth month, and the new ghost was going to pick watermelons, and those two girls might really be ghosts!

The old melon farmer was also secretly glad that he didn't send the watermelon into the hut, otherwise he might have lost the watermelon, and he would have to take his own life! Looking at the darkness and silence around him, the old melon farmer was in a cold sweat~!

"Well, I'll just say that the old farmer is stupid and easy to deceive, and he easily tricked the watermelon, and he personally delivered it to the door, I guess he must be so scared that he will be shaking all over his body at this time!" Zhang Xiaokai laughed happily while eating the watermelon.

It turned out that tonight's incident was a prank made by Zhang Xiaokai and several of his young men and women, the purpose of which was to rectify the old melon farmer who was picking the door, because they were found stealing melons last year, and the old melon farmer not only did not give up, but also told the school about it, which made them feel very faceless, and they endured it for a year, and finally waited for such a good opportunity!

Just as a few people were happily eating watermelon, a gust of wind suddenly blew outside the hut, and then I saw two yin cha walking in, urging them to hurry up and get on the road, saying that they were dead!

A few people couldn't help but be taken aback, they couldn't figure out why they died inexplicably, and they were in a hurry, and several young men and women cried and went to the underworld with Yincha~!

Looking at this group of young men and women who had been frightened, the old melon farmer ripped off the disguise on his body, sent them away with a smile, and confiscated the money they cheated on the melon, so he should give them a comfort.

However, when Xiaokai and them left, the old melon farmer made them remember a sentence that they will never forget: "We farmers are not easy to bully!".