I Like Weird the Most

He Wenzhi thought to himself.

According to the story, there were a total of nine people in that family.

So……

If that story is true, does it mean that there are at least nine ghosts in this village?

How many ghosts are crying at the bottom of the well in the middle of the night?

There is also someone wandering in the woods in the middle of the night, as if looking for something, it should be that woman, right?

Thinking of this, He Wenzhi's eyes flickered and lit up.

"Young man, what's wrong with you? Why are you so excited all of a sudden? The way you smile..."

The elder brother saw a sudden change in He Wenzhi's expression. It was okay at first, but he just felt like smiling.

Unexpectedly, the more he laughed, the more something went wrong, and in the end he even felt scared in his heart, and he had already started to get hairy.

Even the black dog who had been sitting next to He Wenzhi's bench before shook his head again and again after seeing this scene.

This change in expression made the dog feel like it was a different person, if not for the same smell, it probably was about to bark.

Finally, the black dog stood up and lay down on the side.

This human suddenly gave it a very bad feeling that it might be seriously ill. At this time, it is better to stay away.

Animals are quite intuitive.

"Ah? It's all right, I just thought of some happy things." He Wenzhi hurriedly restrained his expression.

The old man smiled awkwardly: "Is...is it...?"

Then your 【Happy Things】doesn't look like ordinary happy things...

He Wenzhi also followed suit, feeling a little embarrassed for no reason.

It seems that I have to find time to learn the skill of [expression management].

"Brother, have you heard the cry in the well? Have you seen the woman and child wandering in the woods in the middle of the night?" He Wenzhi asked.

"No." The old man shook his head: "I seldom stay at home at night, and I often have to take things to the town overnight to sell them, and when I get back, it's already dawn.

Otherwise, I would not have met you at the entrance of the village just now. "

He Wenzhi nodded, and was curious about what the old man was selling, so he had to rush there overnight.

My brother said, it depends on the season.

The field is busy with farm work, so he will make some handicrafts, such as bamboo hats, and sell them in the town at night, so as not to delay the work during the day.

If you are really tired, it is not impossible to rest during the day, so it will not have any impact.

Then if the crops in the field are harvested, he will also bring those vegetables to the town to sell.

Those who sell vegetables go earlier, because the people who collect vegetables arrive early. If they arrive late, they take other people's vegetables, and no one will take his vegetables.

And because the road out of the village is not easy to walk, he almost never takes the road at night. Most of the time, he will set off in the evening before the sun sets and the sight will not be affected.

Then he took He Wenshang to the second floor to have a look. There were a lot of processed bamboo pieces and paper soaked in phoenix oil, which were used to make bamboo hats.

The elder brother also told He Wenzhi that the paper umbrellas in the past can also be made from the paper soaked in sycamore oil.

If necessary, he will also make some and sell them, anyway, it is all for making money.

…………

The morning passed like this.

At noon, my brother cooked a few dishes. Among them, he dug the bamboo shoots in the mountains by himself in the spring, and then made them into dried bamboo shoots.

Now use these dried bamboo shoots to fry meat, the taste is very good.

He said that he dug a lot at the beginning, and there are still a lot in the warehouse upstairs. If He Wenzhi likes it, he will give some to He Wenzhi when he leaves.

He Wenzhi didn't refuse either, the bamboo shoots tasted really good, but he didn't intend to take them for nothing, and he would naturally give them money when the time came.

The two chatted while eating and drank some wine.

After the meal, my brother went back to the room to rest for a while, and then put on a raincoat and went outside to collect the vegetables.

After working for several hours, he didn't return to the house until he had filled up the space behind the small tricycle.

While there was still time, he went upstairs to rest for a while.

After dinner in the evening, he chatted with He Wenzhi for a while, and ordered the black dog again.

"There are guests at home today, so I won't take you there. Take good care of your home and protect your guests, you know?"

"Wow!"

The black dog barked, its eyes widened, and its slender tail kept wagging.

The elder brother looked at He Wenzhi again: "Young man, if you are hungry at night, you can go upstairs to the room on the left, where rice and some dry goods are placed, and you can make something for yourself.

If you sleep, that room is the guest room, so you can sleep there. My conditions are limited, so you will make do with it. "

He pointed to the room on the right on the first floor.

He Wenzhi took a look, and found that the inside was quite simple, with only a bed and a table, and nothing else.

After explaining this, he put on his raincoat and left the village.

In order to make a living, he couldn't stop for a day.

The black dog glanced at He Wenzhi, and sent his elder brother to the main road outside the village in the rain, and then ran back in the rain again.

After shaking the water on his body at the door, the black dog came to the stove and started a fire.

He Wenzhi took a look in the house, and the old man left as soon as he said he would, leaving him a stranger at home.

What a big heart! Aren't you afraid that I'll blow up the house for him?

"I don't understand." He Wenzhi shook his head and sat by the stove.

I don't know what's going on, maybe it's because the rain hasn't stopped, and I always feel that the temperature is a bit low.

But fortunately, He Wenzhi's physical fitness is strong, and the temperature is a few degrees lower, which has no effect on him.

It's just that I always feel that something is wrong, have I forgotten something?

"It seems that my brother said that he would take me to the village to ask about Daoist Wang?" He Wenzhi opened his mouth.

Maybe it was because I was busy with work and forgot, and the rain didn't stop.

Looking outside, there was no one there, and the doors and windows were closed tightly from house to house.

In this way, until after seven o'clock in the night, the heavy rain finally stopped.

He Wenzhi sat in the house for a while, and then looked at the village that was completely plunged into darkness.

Just when he was still a little hesitant, he saw a light lit up in the earthen walled house not far away, and the light shone through the window.

"Isn't this the same house that Daoist Wang lived in that my brother mentioned during the day?"

He Wenzhi thought about it, stood up and prepared to go over to have a look.

Just when he was about to step out of the house, the black dog that had been lying down suddenly stood up.

"Wow woof!"

It kept barking at He Wenzhi, but He Wenzhi couldn't understand what it meant.

He Wenzhi walked out after just a glance.

The black dog was still barking at the door, and finally seeing He Wenzhi walking further and further away, it hastily followed.

It's just that at this time, it didn't bark anymore, but followed quietly, with very light steps.

Walking on the muddy road drenched by heavy rain, every time you take a step, you can hear the sound of the soles of your feet stepping on the water.

Perhaps it was because the whole village was surrounded by mountains and forests, and there were no stars and moons in the night sky, only dark and thick clouds, so the village looked abnormally dark.

Except for the red brick house where He Wenzhi lives now, only the earthen wall house opposite is lit.

As for the other houses, the doors and windows are all closed. I haven't seen anyone's doors or windows opened all day, and I haven't seen anyone else appear except for that old brother.

This feeling, as if the village is dead, an uninhabited village.

He Wenzhi walked cautiously towards the house with the earthen wall. The night wind after the rain blew gently, carrying heavy moisture, which made people feel sticky and very uncomfortable.

The black dog also followed quietly. In the dark night, its two eyes glowed green.

When he got close, He Wenzhi found that the old and cracked wooden door of this earthen wall house was half open and half closed.

Through the crack of the opened door, part of the environment inside can be seen.

In the innermost position against the wall, there is a brown wooden table with many bottles and jars and an old bamboo basket on it.

On the other side of the table is a framed photo of three people.

A kind-hearted old lady, a thin middle-aged man, and a cute little girl.

It's just that when He Wenzhi saw the little girl's face clearly, his heart skipped a beat.

Although due to the passage of time, there has been a slight difference in appearance, but it can still be seen from that photo.

That little girl is Han Yumeng!

"Why is her picture here?"